Doomsday Wonderland

...The scene changes so quickly that people are caught off guard.

Often one second she was still beside a stream or on the road; the next second after she took a step, Lin Sanjiu suddenly found herself in a completely different environment. It should have only been half an hour since she left the house. When she turned back, she had no idea where she was lost in the forest.

The half hour she spent felt like two lifetimes had passed.

After coming out of the forest, she didn't know why, but she inspired two other different memories of different people in one breath: one was "possessed" by a woman, and she was trapped due to the widespread epidemic of infectious diseases outside. She didn't dare to go out in the apartment, and finally evolved in the apartment; the second time, she fell into the memories of a certain bookseller from the Twelve Worlds - after Lin Sanjiu had finally spent those eight years. , she knows the book buying and selling, industry rules, and business models of the Twelve Realms like the back of her hand.

"This can't go on like this," she sat on the road and looked at a small desk clock in her hand. It was true that only thirty minutes had passed since the last time she looked at her watch. But mentally, she inevitably felt a little dazed.

People originally perceive the passage of time through their mind. If Lin Sanjiu is constantly and repeatedly involved in other people's memories and spends time after time, to her brain, it is equivalent to that she has really spent that long time - this will cause cognitive problems to her. It is unknown whether there will be great confusion or even some abnormalities in brain function.

Lin Sanjiu was afraid to move forward until she figured out how she could avoid triggering other people's memories.

She looked back and saw that the bookseller's boss was sitting in front of the store, reading a thick book leisurely under the "Future Bookstore" sign that was shining brightly in the sun; just like the willow in the mountain forest, this It was all a scene built from memory—perhaps he longed to return to this moment for the rest of his life.

Lin Sanjiu sighed and collected her thoughts.

She now knows that every scene is loaded with a person's memory, and the scene itself is also the embodiment of memory.

Before she triggered the memory, they looked like an ordinary lake or street. When she stepped in, she didn't notice anything strange, and she had no idea what triggered the memory.

For example, the memory of the apartment was when she walked on the sidewalks under rows of apartments for at least five or six minutes before her vision suddenly blurred and she "fell" into the body of the memory owner. Is there any trigger point? Is it hidden in the gap between the previous red brick and the next red brick?

She sighed again.

In fact, this is not her biggest problem right now.

The biggest problem is that she can't find her own way.

When Lin Sanjiu left Wuyiliu, she felt that she was walking in the direction in which she came; the basis was very simple. When she triggered the memory, her body did not move and her position did not change. Then when she woke up from the memory, her body Behind her must be where she came from.

This inference felt fine, but when she walked out of the forest, she entered the streets of a strange seaside town. There were many three- and five-story apartment buildings on both sides of the street - she walked on that street for a while. Only later did the memory of "Apartment and Infectious Disease" trigger.

After she finally woke up from that memory, her body was still standing in the same place, and it was true. However, when Lin Sanjiu looked back, she found that the road had turned into a strange school playground, with lush greenery. Next to the grass, there is a circle of red runway.

The mountain forest where Wu Yiliu was located had disappeared without a trace in the ten minutes she had been lost in her memory.

In the same way, when she woke up from the door of the bookstore, the direction she came from was not the street where the apartment building was located. Now, there is a layer of iron-gray smoke covering the horizon in the distance, swallowing up the end of the Twelve Worlds Shopping Street, rolling thickly, as if it has been looking at it for a long time, and it is difficult to even look back.

"This is fucking interesting," Lin Sanjiu sat on the curb and cursed in a low voice: "How can the location be changed at will?"

Of course, the communicator given to her as a gift cannot be used - when did God show mercy to her - the scope of each memory field is not small. Even if she breaks her throat by shouting at the door of the bookstore, she is in another memory field. Ji Shanqing or Yu Yuan probably couldn't hear her either.

It is said that if you get lost while exploring in the mountains, it is best to stay put and wait for rescue. Lin Sanjiu thought about it for a long time and felt that neither Ji Shanqing nor Yu Yuan would be more useful in this environment than herself, so she would Don't leave, just keep it here until the gift bag comes to rescue you.

...Knowing yourself correctly is also a skill.

As Lin Sanjiu thought about it, he spread out his sleeping bag on the road and took out a can of cold beer. It’s all about waiting anyway, so what’s wrong with waiting comfortably?

The bookseller was still sitting at the door of the store not far away, leisurely turning over a page. He is a gentle, fat old man. The days when he ran a bookstore in the Twelve Worlds are probably one of the most important memories in his life. Lin Sanjiu discovered that every memory seems to have an irreplaceable value for the owner. importance.

How did these people's memories come to this space?

According to past experience, the great flood should have sent them to another layer of the universe, but instead they fell into this strange space filled with human memories.

She lay on her sleeping bag, sipping beer and looking at the bookstore in front of her. The memory constructed by the fat old man was so complete that the bookstore even restored customers in groups of twos and threes, peering through the glass cabinets. In a store in the Twelve Worlds, anti-theft is a top priority, so the fat old man simply locked all the books in the cabinets. If you are interested in a book, you have to ask someone to show it to you.

What's a bit worrying is that UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Lin Sanjiu also went through the memories of the fat old man's bookseller, but he also didn't find out which of the twelve realms his bookstore was opened in - in In the span of more than half a year, he didn't even think about the world he was in? How can this be?

In the memories of the fat old man and Wu Yiliu, this piece of information was dug up.

Lin Sanjiu intuitively felt that the person who dug up the information made a mistake, but why she felt this way, she couldn't figure it out for a long time.

She had nothing to do now, so she kept analyzing and thinking over and over again; before she knew it, she put down the beer can, tossed and turned on her sleeping bag, stood up and sat up - and subconsciously raised her eyes in thought, Lin San Jiu couldn't help but froze.

The place that was shrouded in thick gray fog just now is gradually thinning and dissipating. From the depths of the fog, a huge astronomical park is slowly approaching this shopping street; at a glance, it is as if it is coming from the bottom of the sea. The re-floated city of Atlantis.

Lin Sanjiu jumped up.

She understood how the positions in this space changed.