"You said...it's not my decision to forget that person."
Lin Sanjiu wiped her face, looking at her wet fingers, she couldn't help but feel surprised.
Why?
"I was not harmed, like Lu Ze was... right? Otherwise, that friend would have come to me, and others would have told me... So, it was his own decision? How to do it?
For what reason? Is he in the Karma Museum? Do you want to bring him here?"
Nuwa remained silent and let her questions flow away in the night.
When Lin Sanjiu's voice gradually became lower and she finally stopped talking, she slowly opened her mouth.
"I don't care about the history of entanglements between you and your friends. Naturally, I will not search for him all over the universe for you, or capture that person and let you confront and interrogate each other.
Sincerely...it makes no sense to me to do this."
Lin Sanjiu was startled.
That's right, for Nuwa, who has long since abandoned her human identity, it would probably be strange if she suddenly began to enthusiastically win over her old friends and repair her memory - even if she begged Nuwa like this, the other party would probably not even blink an eye.
.
"Then when you said 'meeting' just now, you meant..."
"I said 'meeting' that person once, not 'meeting'." Nuwa corrected. "The reason why I offered to help is because your Ark shape is too special. Even after I remind you, you know who you are."
What is forgotten? It is still difficult to save a forgotten person with an ark. I am very curious about what kind of method you will come up with to save it."
[Flat World] The qualitative transformation process has not yet been completed, and Nuwa, like Lin Sanjiu, still does not know the specific situation of the "Ark" after it is finally formed.
But just judging from the vague outlines she knew, she knew that Nuwa was right - the shape of the Ark was indeed so special that it would not be easy to use it to save relatives and friends who had been engraved in their hearts.
However, no matter what she thinks of after the Ark is completed, the first step is indispensable, which is to meet the person first.
"Then, then... what is the difference between 'meeting' and 'meeting once'?"
"It's very simple." Nuwa raised a hand and lightly touched Lin Sanjiu's forehead with her fingertips. "Human consciousness is a bridge connecting the present and the past, so you can enter the past two days of your relatives and friends through consciousness.
In your dream. I have already done the same thing once. Pushing you into someone else’s dream again is just a matter of effort."
"So...am I also going to enter a dream he had in the past two days?" Lin Sanjiu swallowed her throat and became nervous unconsciously.
"There is no difference, because that person has been sleeping. The dream two days ago and the dream now are just the same long dream. The matter of the righteous man is over, and this time, I don't need to design the shape of the dream.
, what you enter will be his own naturally occurring dream, very simple."
Lin Sanjiu felt that she should ask something else, but she didn't know what to say. Her breathing and fingers... were all trembling.
Nuwa asked: "Are you ready?"
It was as if the world suddenly sank as soon as that "yes" was heard.
It was obviously night on the grass; but compared to where Lin Sanjiu was standing at this moment, the sky above the grass was almost day.
She entered someone else's dream, but she also seemed to have fallen into a long, drowsy dream, immersed in the deep, dark bottom of the lake, with fragments of light, shadow and memory rippling in the dark water.
Some of the fragments looked familiar to her and felt like she had been there before, some she didn't recognize, and some she didn't dare to look at.
... Dreams are really strange, the influence of reality can also seep into dreams; just like water flowing in from another river, the temperature and color will always be different.
For example, sometimes people walk barefoot on the ground in dreams, perhaps because their feet are cold because they kicked off the quilt. Lin Sanjiu has not yet seen the owner of the dream, but she can faintly feel through him that he is
The curtains of the bed next to her were drooped and the bedding was messy. One shoulder was already sore from not changing positions for so long.
The shoulder was so thin that it was almost bony, and it was stuck hard into the dream.
Lin Sanjiu stood blankly for a while, feeling that it was funny that she had made a mistake. She did not ask who the owner of this dream was before entering the dream.
I don't dare to ask.
Just standing in the dream, she felt like she was about to break.
"...Lin Sanjiu?"
She had never thought that a strange, low-pitched voice, distant and cold, with three words that seemed uncertain, almost made her scream - as if she was a victim who had lost her footing and fell into the abyss, suffering.
When she was suffering to the verge of death, she finally heard someone calling her from the cliff, and finally someone came to find her.
But she is obviously the one who has forgotten everything and should not have emotions.
It’s me, Lin Sanjiu, standing in the dark water, trying to scream, but no sound can come out. It’s me, I’m here——
But she felt trapped. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move or scream.
"Don't... don't come over."
The sound was like gray mist, cool and light, and seemed to disperse at the touch of a touch.
Lin Sanjiu paused.
She couldn't make a sound or move because... was it because the owner of the dream refused to let her get closer? Did he realize that someone had invaded his dream?
"It's really... going crazy."
The voice seemed to be enduring something. It was very painful, and it almost said intermittently: "I should also eat one of those damn things..."
What is the "ghost thing"? Why don't you let me pass?
This sentence kept echoing in her thoughts, and she didn't know if the owner of the dream heard it.
Lin Sanjiu said silently, who are you?
I don’t know if it was her imagination, but it seems that as soon as these three words were spoken, the owner of the dream was suddenly startled - although he had been resisting and not letting Lin Sanjiu come closer, after all, she was standing
In his dream, his emotions and state were like the dark water that trapped her.
Lin Sanjiu said silently, who are you?
I don’t know if it was her imagination, but it seems that as soon as these three words were spoken, the owner of the dream was suddenly startled - although he had been resisting and not letting Lin Sanjiu come closer, after all, she was standing
In his dream, his emotions and state were like the dark water that trapped her.
It’s not surprising that you will notice changes in your dreams.
Lin Sanjiu took a tentative step forward.
Suddenly, she stepped onto a light gray stone floor.
It spread out endlessly, and she could clearly see the fine cracks on the slate tiles under her feet, but she couldn't see where it extended; she only knew that it seemed to be a square - she seemed to have been here.
…When did you come here? What kind of place is this?
At the intersection of the gray sky and the earth, in the time when the wind has fallen and died, there is a figure in black sitting. His body is half-hunched, as if he is waiting for his curled spine to turn into a blade, cutting.
Open your skin and coat and plunge into the wind of the world.
His head was half lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly; his legs, wrapped in black leather, were long and limp on the ground, like...like a puppet that had lost its strings.
If Lin Sanjiu hadn't been in a dream, he would probably have been shaking violently.
She suddenly remembered that just after defeating Orcius, the great witch had raised her eyelids and asked her: "Where is the puppet master?"
That—that mad dog that everyone in the Twelve Worlds avoids? The crazed murderer?
Is it...the person she forgot?
Lin Sanjiu wanted to take a few steps forward, but as soon as she took a step, she heard the man in the distance say in a low voice: "I told you, don't come over."
For the first time, she realized that she was in someone else's dream and that everything was out of her control. He told her not to come over, but she really couldn't get over.
He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see a long, dull streak of light on the dark leather on his legs. His wet black hair, and a long silver earring on his earlobe, swayed slightly in the heavy gray wind.
It was a new earring he had just put on not long ago. At that time, she thought it looked very good.
Lin Sanjiu slowly squatted down to the ground, his knees falling to the ground. Water droplets hit the slate tiles, staining the ground one by one.
The lost memories evoked by the earrings hit her like a tsunami, making her stagger and unable to control herself. When the turbulent tide receded, her hands were still empty. The tsunami was just an phantom, leaving nothing behind.
"This is the first time... this is the first time I heard you ask me in my dream, who am I."
He didn't raise his head or turn his eyes to look at her. It seemed that even in his dream, he hoped to fall asleep, and even spoke as if he was talking in his sleep. "It's really keeping pace with the times."
After listening to Lin Sanjiu's silent scream for a while, he laughed softly.
"What? In the dream, that candy has no effect? Yes, I am a puppet master... don't call me like that over and over again. I heard... my whole body hurts."
He paused for a moment and raised his head toward the gray sky.
"It's really ridiculous."
He lowered his head again, picked up a heavy hand that seemed to be soaked in water, and fell down again before covering his eyes. "There are as many people in the Twelve Realms who want to kill me and then be quick. I am here
I have been sleeping in this place motionless for several days, but no one came except you."
Wait, where are you?
The strange man seemed not to have heard anything. He slowly gathered his limbs scattered on the ground and stood up slowly.
"I can't end this joke by myself. I'm waiting for death in my sleep, but I can't wait. Instead, you just come again and again. I'm so bored that I want to kill you...or if I don't fall asleep, you won't come.
.
"If you don't fall asleep, you won't come.
"...I can't give up, I can't face it, I can't stop looking at it."
He stood at the intersection, and there was no longer a square paved with slate bricks around him. Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered that this was Luoshi City.
It was the stone road where she sat stunned after killing Gong Daoyi.
He paused and finally turned around, making eye contact with Lin Sanjiu for the first time. The two looked at each other from a distance; after a few seconds, he turned and left.
The sharp breath of cold air caused Lin Sanjiu to open her eyes suddenly. For a moment, she almost thought that she was being strangled by someone's neck again, but then she realized that she was crying too much in her dream.
, my nose has long been tightly blocked, and I can't breathe at all.
She took a deep breath and climbed up from the grass. Nuwa was still sitting in the distance, looking at her motionless.
The misty moon cast a ray of cool light on Nuwa's body.
"What a time to wake up," she whispered.
"That person... that person is him?" When Lin Sanjiu spoke, she was still breathing unevenly. "I know who he is... but me, how can I bring him back with the Ark? I
What—I don’t remember anything! I don’t know where he is. If he’s dead—"
"You are the owner of the Ark," Nuwa interrupted her. "Of course only you can decide who to save and how to save them, and it should only be your decision."
Lin Sanjiu raised her head in confusion, remembering what she said just now. "You said 'it's the right time'..."
"The qualitative change of your [Flat World] is about to be completed." Nuwa said quietly. "If you want to think about how to bring back the forgotten people, you might as well wait until you have seen the new form of [Flat World]."
Countdown to energy delivery—01:24
As the ending approaches, the pressure is really, really high.
This ending is the result of a long period of deliberation and deliberation after I gave up several ideas. I like it very much. However, after so many years of writing, I know very well that I cannot satisfy everyone. (Let alone satisfaction, even do it.
Not everyone has seen what I wrote)
But I still hope to satisfy most people and give you a qualified account of your time with the apocalypse. So, the pressure is really great...so much so that when I wake up in the middle of a sleep, my palms are sweating.
Sometimes I really feel that writing articles requires one’s life, even Internet articles. It’s really unfair. Isn’t it said that the threshold for Internet articles is low...