Doomsday Wonderland

“Just a broken place?”

Bohemia did not hold back and whispered an exclamation. "This world - weird people, there is no market for price? Ah, of course, I am not questioning adults..."

"You don't know that this kind of fish is normal."

The puppet teacher was sitting far away, from the face to the figure in the shadows. Only when he turned his head slightly, the glitter at the corner of his eyes was faint and stunned.

"For the evolution of the world, the edible truth is a recuperation that can relive old dreams." He only said such a sentence, suddenly stopped and said, just from the cat doctor to the miscellaneous fish Mia, Did not dare to urge him.

Behind them, Lin Sanjiu slowly stood up from the ground, and his body still trembled in dizziness.

"This world..." she asked in a hoarse voice, "What the **** is going on?"

The doll teacher was silent for a while. After a few seconds, he trembled on his face, as if from the deepest part of the night, gradually floating up and half sneer--when everyone in the room couldn’t help but shudder, he only listened to his voice and said softly: You all want to know this, you may wish to see it with your own eyes."

Bohemian’s mind was alarmed, but she did not wait for her courage to speak out, “I’m not really interested,” and the figure was not standing far away – he was alone. The shadow of the "chair" suddenly split into two points, splitting into two separate shadows, and stood up.

"Follow it."

... If you don't want to be a doll who is sitting as a chair, let's go with it.

Although everyone has different species, the idea in mind is exactly the same. Lin Sanshui’s body swayed, and it seemed that there was still some instability. Bohemia was reluctant to reach out and lifted her. When she thought about it, she whispered, “I asked you, you and the teacher before. What happened when I was alone? The saliva towel..."

It was at this time that the group of mosaics next to me had a chance to smash, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed out into the night. Its movements are silent and fast, and it is difficult to capture quickly. When several people reacted, it has long since ran without even shadows. Only one sentence echoed in their minds: "Since the game is over, I am Can't be accompanied, now we can't owe each other, goodbye!"

"I forgot to trap it with consciousness!" Bohemia woke up and bit his back and said, "This guy is really fine!"

After the game, she never thought of continuing to "cheat" Descartes; the latter also kept moving like a mountain, like forgetting this thing - Bohemia’s consciousness is extremely fast, so it I waited until she was distracted and escaped.

"Go by it, keep it with care." Lin Sanji took a sigh of relief, "You don't force me to arm my arm..."

"but……"

Bohemian looked at the direction in which Descartes fled and lost, and eventually did not say anything.

When the injury was weak and a cat finally stopped, they had already entered the city. At this time, it is the darkest night, the dawn will be the moment, almost all the buildings on the roadside are dark, forming a shadow of the high and low forests under the night. Only one lamp after another, arranged in a row, on the way they marched, cast a group of irregular gray lights.

"...this street lamp, every day, a car accident?" Cat doctor asked in a low voice with suspicion.

The street lamp is twisted and twisted. Sometimes, several lamp posts are clustered together. Sometimes, one ten minutes can't see one. The people who built the streetlights may be as drunk as the people who built the building. Even the roads in the middle of the road, on the roadside steps, and in the sewers, there are uneven lampposts.

Not far from the edge of a group of dimly lit street lights, it is the place where the puppets stop. The tall, thin back erodes the light, forming a secluded dark black.

"Big, adults," Bohemia glanced at Lin Sanjiu. Seeing that she was still a lost soul and a sorrowful look, she had to slap her head and asked: "We are here... because, because..."

"Don't you want to know the truth about this world?" The cool voice of the doll's teacher seemed to contain a hint of ridicule. "So come to see the master of this world."

"Yes, does that mean the truth? It, where is it?" Such a face-to-face conversation called Bohemia, weaker and weaker under the fear of guilty conscience, and looked at the cat doctor for help. The difference in height is too big, and the tacit understanding is not good. Her gaze is only on a round head melon and two pointed ears.

"Isn't this all the same?" The doll sneered like a smile, slightly turned his head and looked at Lin Sanjiu. "The meaning of your heart is in this place. Why, you can't give your dear street lamp." Awkward?"

Bohemian and the cat doctor sent out a sound that seemed to be smashed.

"What?" She forgot all the people opposite, "Roads, street lights? Why are street lights?"

Lin San wine cellar stood in the middle of the road, gazing back and forth between the puppeteer and the street lamp. The gray streetlight was thick and thin, and it stretched all the way into the air. It was like suddenly thinking that he had to illuminate, and it showed a faint light from the semi-circular "head".

Even if I knew what was missing from me, even if the loss was still really painful in the chest cavity, when Lin Sanjiu saw the streetlight, he was still shocked by the ridiculous feeling of the oncoming impact. It is.

"I..." She glared at the streetlights. After a few seconds, she stared at the buildings on the roadside. "I have found the goal of life... is this? I clearly remember that it is very important and very meaningful thing..."

"Take care of the truth, uphold the truth, and live in harmony with the truth... Why doesn't it matter?" The doll's teacher had no **** white face and floated half of the sneer. "Without the dog's eyes, can you recognize the meaning of your life?"

Bohemian struggled for a long while and finally lost to curiosity. He whispered to Lin Sanjiu: "I, I still don't quite understand..."

The person who answered her is a doll.

"Every street lamp you see, every building, is not artificially built. They are living things that grow out from the ground, so it is such a strange look. They have thoughts, like to call themselves truth, be The guys whose dogs are squinting, they think that they are the servants of truth. These so-called truths have another name," he paused, sounding like a cold wind on the skin in winter: "...bacteria Class. Or, you can also treat them as mushrooms."