...Although he was woken up from his nap, the man in red in front of him had a pretty good temper.
Lin Sanjiu looked at the other person and thought to himself.
A few minutes ago, she watched helplessly as the window of the room on the first floor was pushed open, and a bare foot stuck out. She thought she was going to see a strange-looking person again, but she didn't expect that when the person came out,
At first glance, the strangest thing about him is that he has no shoes.
This man was probably between thirty and forty, thin, with a slightly hunched back. His skin, eyes and fingertips were all dry and yellow, as if they had been dried out by years of smoke.
"Let's go together," Red T-shirt lowered his eyelids and patted his trouser pockets as he said, not knowing what he was looking for. "Are you new here? I just happened to show you the way."
Lin Sanjiu raised her eyebrows. Are there quite a few enthusiastic people here?
"Oh, I forgot, I haven't collected it yet." Red T-shirt said to himself, turned around, walked to the motel billboard, and put a hand on the pillar.
There wasn't even a noticeable gap, and the entire motel suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the empty space. Amidst the sudden surge of confusion, the small voice of her keen intuition was still reminding her subtly but clearly, don't ask, don't ask.
... Putting away a house that may be a special item is not surprising in itself. The problem is that the effect of the special item, like her evolutionary ability, is either asleep or dull; even [Weaving Mother]
The thread left on her waist, although it felt vaguely like it was still there, was long gone.
If others could use items like him... his situation would be much worse than previously thought.
The red T-shirt obviously didn't notice her surprise; he packed up the hotel, stood on the road, and yawned happily. His mouth slowly closed as if reluctant, and tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.
"Let's go," he wiped his eyes, shuffled his feet, and turned around to hit the road.
Lin Sanjiu didn't move anywhere.
"Why are you walking in this direction to attend the symposium?"
The red T-shirt looked back, still looking like he had been smoked by life.
"Ah? It must be right? Isn't this the direction of the symposium..." He scratched his face and admitted: "I don't know either."
Anxiety was like a hot needle, pricking Lin Sanjiu's heart.
She had too few clues, so maybe the fat man had turned somewhere on the road when he came, or maybe he actually went to the symposium.
For Lin Sanjiu, who didn't understand anything at the moment, it made no difference where she went next; whether her decision to follow was the right one could only depend on luck, which would only be known after the fact.
After all, if you follow a local, you at least have a chance to get information.
"I have never participated in a symposium before," she walked a few steps behind the red T-shirt and looked at his back and asked, "What about you?"
The red T-shirt didn't seem to care that his back was exposed to a stranger. "It's not surprising. You look inexperienced at first glance, just like a newborn. I have only participated in it a few times in the past forty years."
, let alone you."
More than forty years? Lin Sanjiu looked him over.
Like 5.85, she couldn't see any great strength in him, which was probably at the level that can be seen everywhere on the streets of the Twelve Worlds. Maybe they, like herself, have blunted their evolutionary abilities?
Lin Sanjiu really wished she could be more anxious.
In the ten minutes she had been searching for the fat man, she discovered that this feeling of "sleeping ability" was so natural that it even made her not anxious. Her combat power had been suppressed several times, but she never It was nothing like this moment, as if her body was soaking in a hot tub and relaxing involuntarily - if she didn't think about it deliberately, she would almost forget that she still had fighting strength.
"There aren't many symposiums?" she asked thoughtfully.
"In recent years, there have been more and more people. How could I have had the opportunity to hold a symposium before?" A pair of bare feet in a red T-shirt clattered to the ground, but the soles of the feet were not dirty. "Don't look at me as slovenly. In fact, I am a comparison People who are motivated and focus on self-improvement... There are also people who are very arrogant and firmly believe that they are the best and are unwilling to listen to other people's experiences..."
He seemed to spread out in all directions easily while talking, which played into Lin Sanjiu's hands. After listening for a while, she got the general idea: what he was going to attend seemed to be an event for people to communicate and learn from each other—— It was truly a symposium worthy of the name.
Lin Sanjiu searched for the fat man in her field of vision over and over again, thinking about the symposium. There were many people in the symposium, so it would be more convenient to find out the whereabouts of the puppet master; not to mention, there must be someone in the information they exchanged and learned. Clues that can reveal where you are - even if there is no shadow of the puppet master on the road, I'm afraid you still have to go and take a look.
As the red T-shirt walked away for a while, there may be no clues for the time being, but she made another discovery that she didn't know whether it was important or not: the people here seemed to be very peaceful.
Regardless of whether he knew someone or not, when he saw someone on the street, Red T-shirt would nod to him or her. The first time, Lin Sanjiu almost thought he was meeting an accomplice and was finally going to attack him.
5.85 is obviously not a special case; other people were very friendly when they met her, greeting her from time to time, "Are you new here?", "If you're not used to it, just ask more", "If you need help, just let me know"... Yes Some are enthusiastic, some are polite, some are shy and friendly, it's like falling into a paradise.
But how do they know they're new?
Lin Sanjiu thought about this question several times, but finally did not ask it.
They didn't seem to be hostile, but she still didn't dare to say anything. Sharp intuition was not a guidebook; when she was uncertain, she would rather be cautious and keep her mouth shut like a clam shell.
As the red T-shirt said, almost all the people going in this direction were going to attend the symposium. As the two of them walked, the figures in front of them gradually became denser. As the number of people increased, buildings, street lights and roads He started to look more and more presentable. Before he knew it, Lin Sanjiu looked around and found that he was already walking in a small town.
This small town is like coming from a noisy brain: quirky, lively, and vibrant.
A wooden western tavern from the gold rush era is next to a cement-gray travel agency office; a clown with faded makeup and shabby clothing stands on the street selling a bunch of dejected balloons; several children sit in a gloomy abandoned building. In front of a residential building, they counted the bugs they caught in their hands; a large swimming pool suddenly tore out of the ground, with no buffer nearby. The driver of a truck parked on the roadside could fall into the water if he stretched out his feet.
"Oh, I have an impression of the person you are talking about."
When Lin Sanjiu inquired about the fourth person, the other person finally gave an answer that made her heart pound.
"I walked past here about ten minutes ago. Hey, in all my years of living, I have never seen anyone so ugly." The aunt wiped her hands on her apron and said thoughtfully, "Just like you.
, is also new here, right? Why don’t you choose a good-looking friend when you make friends? It’s so annoying when we meet each other. But I don’t know where he went. I was looking for eggs at the time, and I raised my head and took a look.
I happened to see him standing at the street corner, fiddling with something in his hand, as if it was used to imprison people."
"Imprisoners? How do you know?" Lin Sanjiu leaned forward, almost wanting to dive into her memories and see with her own eyes. "What kind of thing? Is there anyone inside? What kind of people are inside?"
The aunt was startled, as if she was afraid that she would suddenly bite her. "It was quite far away, so I took a look... Anyway, there was a big ball of stuff floating in the air, and I couldn't see it clearly, but it seemed like something
Is there a black figure sitting there? When I found the egg and looked again, the figure was gone."
Too, too smooth?
"This is great,"
When Lin Sanjiu was so excited that her hands and feet were all hot, Red T-shirt, who had been waiting patiently aside, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief with her and said, "It's so close. With your ability, you can find it as soon as you look for it."
Yet?"
I always feel that my writing in the past two days has been a bit confusing. I just composed words, sentences, and sorted the literature and science. Don't be awkward. The sentence in the middle expresses the psychological activity of not knowing the whereabouts of the fat man. I still translated it from the English in my mind...Written in Chinese
Sometimes the first thought that comes to mind is English, and Chinese comes to mind when writing English. Anyway, writing any of them is like using underwear as bedsheets. The material is not enough, and subconsciously I want to use another one to make up.
As soon as the Puppet Master left the show, his popularity suddenly dropped a lot recently. This made me a little wary. I usually warn myself a few more times, not to push the Puppet Master too hard just for popularity (although he does have the most roles), and I can still keep the story line.
