Doomsday Wonderland

Since entering the dream script, Lin Sanjiu has been able to control most of his actions, but no matter how many times he tried, he has never been able to change the dream environment. She can't warm the weather when she feels cold, and can't suddenly turn herself into a giant. Even the ability can't play out. The evolutionists are still largely subject to the dream itself, which is why everyone thinks that the dream copy is "half The reason for a clear dream.

It is difficult for her to figure out why the Mayor of the Night is an exception.

"You want to go?"

The night of the night, the town mayor swayed a round, thick face, and the two thick lips of the woman smirked. "Show me the words on your wrist first."

His meaning is very clear: If the words on Lin Sanjiu are not quite right, I am afraid she will not be able to get away.

Lin San wine breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave up another attempt she wanted to change the environment.

She just used all her strength and concentrated her spirits on the foreground. However, apart from the pain in her mind, there is still no change around her. The sun came in through the window, illuminating the dust in the air.

In contrast, when the mayor of the night had waved his hand, he turned the town hall into a direction. Is the power transmitted by Montenegro for him so powerful?

"Come on, let me see what you wrote on your hand," he shook with his chin in his neck, raising his hand and pointing his tattooed man: "Don't delay time, I have to ask him."

There is no other way.

Lin Sanshui exchanged a look with the tattooed man and slowly lifted his wrist.

The mayor of the night of the night picked up a pair of sharp eyes and looked at her wrist carefully. When he opened his thick lips, she couldn’t help but tighten her eyes. She only listened to her voice and said, "Good night?"

He licked his mouth and slowly retracted his neck.

"What do you mean?" He turned to look at the tattooed man. "How do you give some inexplicable words? What is the meaning of her good night, and my white gloves?"

Lin Sanjiu was shocked and stunned. She had just recovered her heart and immediately took back her wrist. She put her hand behind her, and held it tightly with the other hand, and looked at the tattooed man with horror. A glance.

Can he give two different definitions for the same person?

"She is a girl, I think this kind of milder word is more suitable for her." The tattooed man stepped back two steps and sat down against the window sill, a look that was completely hostless and unprepared: "Good night, the word Haven't you heard of it? The most famous source is a poem. I just decided to give this word to her because I remember this poem."

"What poem?"

"Warmly walk into that good night," he raised his eyes, recalling and saying, "Look, the horizon is gradually extinguished... The author is Dylan Thomas."

The mayor of the night of the night will smack the suspicion and look at Lin Sanjiu.

"I don't care what you think," she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly interjected: "I have to go anyway, I also went to find a clue to my dream script."

Although it seems to be nothing on the surface, only she knows how much this statement is. If the mayor of the night must stop her, she really didn't know how she could get away. However, after hesitated for a few seconds, she finally lifted her chin: "You go!"

It seems that he does not seem to want someone around him to get in the way. Lin Sanjiu did not give him a chance to repent. Finally he glanced at the tattooed man and rushed down the stairs.

The poem heard that she felt strange and familiar, but I didn't know where it was. When the author named the tattooed man, she finally realized that she had heard the poem.

When she stepped out of the gate of the town hall and the skylight suddenly brightened her horizon, she suddenly found herself back to the street that she had just escaped. She looked back and found that the entire town hall building did not know when she turned back. She thought she would leave the rear of the building. As a result, it turned around and spit it back to the group of sheep-like townspeople. Surrounded by heavy policemen.

"Nature, they don't seem to recognize you," the teacher suddenly said. "But a few town police have noticed you."

Lin Sanshen heard the words, immediately smoothed his breath, and glanced at him with four beams of light. I don't know if there is any change in the dream. The policeman who looks like a black and blue looks like a dark blue ocean. Just look at it and it will make people feel a little scared. They surrounded a few blocks nearby, and apart from the few buildings that could enter and exit the street, the sheep-like townspeople could not go anywhere.

Yi teacher said yes, the town police did not seem to recognize her. In fact, she vaguely gave birth to a feeling: just from the town hall, the peanut town seems to have passed a long time. a period of time.

The most obvious thing is that the Montenegro has risen and turned up several times. It has long been unwilling to be in the corner of the town. The whole mountain has crossed the center of the town and it has been crushed. Only a piece of house debris and ruins remain. It seems that it is as small as half a town.

But it seems that no one will look at it behind, or that no one knows what happened at the foot of it.

Looking around, Lin Sanjiu did not see a familiar face.

The fat and greasy, oily and sweaty people, like the walrus, walked slowly and slowly from her side, and the air was filled with their heavy gasps. Those brightly colored clothes, magnified several numbers, still can't wrap the trembling fat on them. It is difficult to tell who is male and who is female. Even the difference between adults and children is not obvious at first glance, and the eyes and noses of each one are submerged in thick flesh.

A pair of feet that are too fat, the toes are squeezed out of the sandals, and they are parked not far from Lin Sanjiu.

"How are you so thin?" Until this person spoke, Lin Sanjiu realized that the other party was a woman. She is not too young, her hair is covered with silver ash, and she greasyly hangs a few times in front of her forehead. However, in the eyes of that pair of eyes, there is a flash of vigilance: "You are empty, what is going on?"

"I have finished eating." Lin Sanjiu thought about it and looked at her carefully. This woman with a few big paper bags always makes her feel a bit familiar.

"Is it finished? You know how many coats you wear, don't you know how to eat more?" She licked her lips and still couldn't clean her eyes. "In the town of peanuts, you are actually as thin as a rib, really shameful! Our materials are so rich, life is so happy, but you still have to keep a thin look, shame for Mr. Ouyue! You Is there any opinion on our peanut town?"

Lin Sanji couldn’t help but frowned.

Although the fat woman is so vocal, she has always kept her voice down, so she has never caught the attention of others.

"What are you going to do?" She stared at the other face that had lost her edge, trying to find an outline of her acquaintance.

The fat woman licked her lips again.

The anger suddenly disappeared from her face, like the snow and ice. She glanced around the town police on both sides of the street, and saw no one in the vicinity paying attention to her. Then I whispered aloud: "I don't really bring much, but I can't always look at you so hungry, give us peanut town. Shame!"

She hadn’t finished half of her words. She had already reached out and stuffed a large paper bag in her arms into the arms of Lin San. "You can't take it with your own weight!" She looked like she was scared. When she got rid of a bag of food, she immediately turned and hurried into the crowd. With such a fat body, the speed of movement was really slow. .

It was strange to say that until she turned around, Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that she was the female high school student who originally told herself that she was not a native.

For her, it was only a few hours, but the other party had already finished most of her life.

She rushed up a few steps and held the shoulder of the female high school student: "Hey!"

When the other party seemed to be shocked and turned back to see Lin Sanjiu, her eyebrows suddenly swelled up, and a fierce affair had made a temptation to slam the three wines and suppressed the voice: "I know you!"

"What's so strange?" The former female high school student sneered.

Lin San wine glanced at the remaining paper bags in her arms and whispered: "If you are willing to talk to me and answer a few questions, I will pick up all your food."

Peanut townspeople obviously feel that such a large amount of food is a burden for them. She thought that this bait would not be wrong. I did not expect that the female high school student was white, and whispered in a hurry and panic. She said: "What do you say!"

"Are you not eating very tired?"

"What do you know!" This time, she seems to be moving with real anger: "It is not normal to eat something. It is good to take a break and continue to eat! Who is not tired of eating? You don't think I will divide you. What happened to some things, Mr. Ao Night created a beautiful town for us, I am willing to eat for him, for the peanut town!"

When her voice fell, she grabbed the food bag in the arms of Lin San. At this time, the township police on the roadside found out that it was wrong, and said in a distant voice: "What are you doing? Separate, separate! Do not allow to go for a walk!"

The female high school student seems to have been beaten by electricity. She immediately retracted her hand and took a look at Lin Sanjiu. She once again walked away.

Lin Sanjiu stood in the same place with a heavy bag of food, and his eyes patted the obese crowd once and for all. The smell of fried meat, oily aroma and seasoning rushed to her nose, but the appetite was not hooked up. Instead, she told her to vomit.

The poems that the tattooed men had adapted in the field, once again rang from her mind, but this time, she recalled its original appearance.

Don't walk gently into that good night,

Angry, angry with the disappearance of light.

Onotgogentleintothatgoodnight,

Age,rageagainstthedyingofthelight

As she thought, she looked up and raised her wrist.

In the sun, two small black and white characters are clearly infiltrated into the skin texture, just like being born.

free.

This is the word she really got.