Since entering the dream script, Lin Sanjiu has been able to control most of her actions, but no matter how many times she tries, she has never been able to change the dream environment. She cannot make the weather warm up when she feels cold, nor can she suddenly change herself
After transforming into giants, they can't even display their abilities. Evolutionaries are still largely controlled by the dream itself, which is why everyone thinks that the dream copy is a "half-lucid dream".
It was difficult for her to figure out why Mayor Aoye was an exception.
"You want to leave?"
Mayor Aoye shook his round and thick face at her, and his thick, womanly lips raised a smile. "First, show me the writing on your wrist."
His meaning was very clear: if the words on Lin Sanjiu's body were not quite right, it would be difficult for her to leave.
Lin Sanjiu took a breath and secretly gave up her attempt to change the environment.
She had tried her best to focus on the things in front of her, but now, except for the pain in her head, there was still no change at all around her. The sunlight filtered in from the window, illuminating the air in bunches.
dust.
In comparison, just now Mayor Aoye turned the town hall in one direction with a wave of his hand. Could it be that the power conveyed to him by the Black Mountain was really that powerful?
"Hurry up, let me see what's written on your hand." His chin, which was connected to his neck, shook, and he raised his hand to point at the tattooed man: "Don't waste time, I still want to ask him something."
There is no other way.
Lin Sanjiu exchanged glances with the tattooed man and slowly raised his wrist.
Mayor Aoye narrowed his sharp eyes and looked at her wrist carefully. When he opened his thick lips, she couldn't help but feel tight. Then, she heard the other party murmured, "Good night?"
He smacked his lips and slowly retracted his stretched neck.
"What do you mean?" He turned and glanced at the tattooed man, "Why do you just give out some incomprehensible words? What do her good night and my white gloves mean?"
Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment. As soon as she came to her senses, she immediately retracted her wrist. She put her hand behind her back and held it tightly with her other hand. She looked at the tattooed man in surprise and uncertainty.
Take a look.
Can he give two different definitions to the same person?
"She is a girl. I think this kind of gentle word is more suitable for her." The tattooed man took two steps back and simply sat down against the window sill, looking completely non-hostile and unguarded: "Good night, this word
Have you never heard of it? The most famous source is a poem. It was because I remembered this poem that I decided to give this word to her."
"What poem?"
"Go gently into that good night," he recalled, raising his eyes and saying, "Look, the light on the horizon is gradually extinguishing... The author is Dylan Thomas."
Mayor Aoye pursed his lips suspiciously and glanced at Lin Sanjiu again.
"I don't care what you think," she immediately seized this opportunity and quickly interjected: "I'm leaving anyway, and I have to look for plot clues for my dream script."
Although she seemed to be calm on the surface, only she knew how nervous she was when she said this. If Mayor Aoye had to stop her, she really didn't know how she could get away. However, after hesitating for a few seconds, the other party finally shouted at her.
Lifting his chin: "Let's go!"
It seemed that he didn't want anyone around him to get in the way. Lin Sanjiu didn't give him a chance to regret. He took one last look at the tattooed man, turned around and rushed down the stairs.
When the man with the tattoo mentioned the author's name, she finally realized that she had heard that poem before.
When she stepped out of the town hall door and the sky suddenly brightened her field of vision, she suddenly found herself back on the street she had just escaped from. She looked back and saw the entire town hall building.
At some point, it turned back. She originally thought she would leave from the back of the building, but as a result, it turned around and spit her back into the group of sheep-like townspeople, surrounded by heavy police guards.
"Naturally, they don't seem to recognize you," Teacher Yi suddenly said, "but a few town police officers have noticed you."
When Lin Sanjiu heard this, she immediately stabilized her breathing and glanced around with her peripheral vision. She didn't know if something had changed in her dream, but the swarm of police officers looked like a black and blue ocean.
, just one look at it will make people slightly frightened. They have surrounded several nearby blocks, and apart from being able to enter and exit a few buildings on the street, the sheep-like townspeople can't go anywhere.
Teacher Yi was right. Those town police officers did not seem to recognize her. In fact, she had a vague feeling: just by walking out of the town hall, it seemed that a long time had passed in Peanut Town.
a period of time.
The most obvious thing is that the black mountain has risen again and grown several times. It has long been unwilling to settle in a corner of the town. The entire mountain has moved towards the center of the town. Where it has crushed, only a cluster of houses is left.
The debris and ruins seemed to be as big as half a town.
But no one seemed to cast their eyes behind it, or in other words, no one seemed to know what had happened beneath its feet.
Looking around, Lin Sanjiu didn't see a familiar face.
Fat people with oily and sweaty faces walked past her as slowly as walruses, and the air was filled with their heavy breathing. Those brightly colored clothes were enlarged several times, and they still seemed
It was almost impossible to wrap up the layers of trembling fat on their bodies. It was difficult to tell who was a boy and who was a girl. Even the difference between adults and children was not obvious. At a glance, every eye and nose was covered.
In the thick skin and flesh.
A pair of feet that were so fat that their toes were squeezed out of the sandals stopped not far from Lin Sanjiu.
"Why are you so thin?" It wasn't until this person spoke that Lin Sanjiu realized that the other person was a woman. She was quite old, and her hair was mixed with silver ash, and a few greasy locks hung down in front of her forehead. However, her pair of hair looked like
His eyes were flashing with vigilance and suspicion: "You have empty hands, what's going on?"
"I've finished eating." Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and looked at her carefully. This woman holding several large paper bags always made her feel a little familiar.
"Have you finished eating? You know how to wear an extra coat, but don't you know how to bring more food?" She licked her lips, but she still couldn't lick them clean. "In Peanut Town, you were as thin as a handful of ribs, really.
Shameful! We have so much material and our life is so happy, yet you still have to keep looking so thin, embarrassing Mr. Oye! Do you have any objections to our Peanut Town?"
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but frown.
Although the fat woman spoke fiercely, she kept her voice low, so she never attracted anyone's attention.
"What do you want?" She stared at the other person's face that had lost its edge, trying to find a familiar outline.
The fat woman licked her lips again.
The anger suddenly disappeared from her face, like melted ice and snow. She glanced left and right at the town police on both sides of the street, and when she saw that no one was paying attention to her nearby, she laughed softly: "I really don't have much with me.
But we can’t see you starving like this and embarrassing our Peanut Town!”
Before she finished speaking, she had already reached out and stuffed a large paper bag into Lin Sanjiu's arm. "You weigh it yourself and decide whether to take it or not!" As if she was afraid of being seen, she just said
After getting rid of a bag of food, he immediately turned around and hurriedly walked into the crowd. For such a fat body, the moving speed was really not slow.
Strange to say, it wasn't until she turned around that Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that she was the female high school student who had reported that she was not from this town.
To her, it was just a few hours, but the other person had already gone through most of his life.
She rushed forward in a few hurried steps and pressed the female high school student's shoulders: "Hey!"
The other party seemed startled. When she turned around and saw Lin Sanjiu, her eyebrows suddenly raised, and she had a fierce look ready to attack. Lin Sanjiu quickly lowered her voice: "I know you!"
"What's so weird about that?" the former high school girl sneered.
Lin Sanjiu glanced at the remaining paper bags in her arms and said softly: "If you are willing to chat with me and answer a few questions, I will take all your food."
The residents of Peanut Town obviously felt that such a large amount of food was a burden to them. She thought that her bait would definitely be good, but to her surprise, the female high school student turned pale and cursed in a low voice in a panic.
He said to her: "What are you talking about!"
"Aren't you very tired from eating?"
"What do you know!" She seemed to be really angry this time: "Isn't it normal to feel tired after eating? Just take a break and then continue eating! Who is not tired after eating? Don't think I'm giving you a break.
Just a few things, Mr. Oye has created such a beautiful town for us, I am willing to keep eating it for him and for Peanut Town!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she came to snatch the food bag from Lin Sanjiu's arms. At this moment, the town policeman on the roadside noticed something was wrong and shouted in a distant voice: "What are you doing? Separate, separate!"
Walking in groups is not allowed!”
The female high school student immediately retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted, glanced hard at Lin Sanjiu, and walked away quickly again.
Lin Sanjiu stood there holding a heavy bag of food, her eyes wandering over the obese people again and again. The smell of grilled meat, oil, and seasonings rushed to her nose, but she had no appetite at all.
It didn't arouse her, but made her want to vomit.
The few lines of poetry that the tattooed man randomly adapted on the spot rang through her mind again, but this time, she recalled its original appearance.
Don't go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the disappearance of the light.
onotgogentleintothatgoodnight,
age,rageagainstthedyingofthelight
As she thought, she raised her wrist and took a look.
Under the sun, two small blue-black characters are clearly seeping into the texture of the skin, as if they were born from scratch.
