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Through the mist, the piece of new memoirs that gradually came closer, one could tell at a glance that Ah Quan had spent a lot of time selecting it, and it was complete proof that "Ah Quan is a good person."

It was a seaside resort. Beyond the clean buildings and large expanses of green grass, there was a long beach that shone golden in the sun; palm trees swayed slightly in the breeze, and large snow-white seabirds passed by. The blue sky fell on the beach, far behind a few tourists sunbathing, looking down to eat.

One of the tourists was surrounded by ropes several times, and a sign was placed next to him that read crookedly: Keep away.

No need to ask, that is the core of triggering memories.

This memoir looks extremely leisurely and lazy, as if time has slowed down in the sea breeze, the corners have been melted by the sun, and the body has stretched slightly - it is a pity that in Ji Shanqing's eyes, no matter whether it is the palace or the A piece of mud, the essence may not be much different, the face is still indifferent.

It was obvious that he was only thinking about Lin Sanjiu. He glanced at the seaside resort and turned around and called out, "Sister?"

From the chaos, Lin Sanjiu's figure just appeared and waved her hand towards him.

"Yu Yuan hasn't come here yet," Ji Shanqing said, even though he was impatient, he was very gentle and good-tempered in front of his sister, "Sister, wait for me here, I will go find him. If we can't find him later, Come back and shout a few more times."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away. This memoir is filled with misty chaos. After walking not far, the resort was no longer visible when turning back. Ji Shanqing called Yu Yuan’s name as he walked, probably because the visibility was too poor. After a while, he started to really I got impatient and took out a flashlight from nowhere.

"What's the use of a flashlight?"

At this moment, at a fruit stall in a narrow alley of Urban Memoirs, Ah Quan put the magazine on his lap, looked at the page showing Ji Shanqing on the magazine, and murmured in a low voice.

Yes, he could see the actions of several people clearly, but Lin Sanjiu didn't know that she didn't need to write a note at all, she just needed to call him.

Because he didn't dare to rest assured, he kept staring; her analysis of Ah Quan's ambivalence, as well as the copy and warehouse, actually gained the silent approval of Ah Quan himself.

"Light is not a problem...eh?"

Ah Quan's eyes, which had always seemed unable to open, suddenly opened wide.

To his surprise, what Ji Shanqing's flashlight produced was not light, but sounds and symbols. He raised the flashlight, brought it close to his lips, pointed it to his left hand and shouted "Yu Yuan!" Everywhere, floating arrows were left.

"Wow, there are such weird things," Ah Quan sat back and took a sip of tea. "It's really suitable for use in this scene."

When no one triggered the copy, he guarded the warehouse full of memoirs alone and spent ten years in dead silence. During these ten years, he had developed the habit of talking loudly to himself.

Except behind him, Ji Shanqing did the same thing in all directions. The sound he called Yu Yuan spread straight out from all directions like light, leaving behind several straight lines composed of arrows - he himself no longer had to wander around in confusion in the chaos.

This method worked really well. Within a few minutes, another guy who was not a human but was immersed deeper than anyone else responded from a distance in the haze: "I'm here! Have you seen the new memoir?" "

When he followed the straight line formed by one of the arrows, Ji Shanqing replied: "I found it. It seems to be a seaside resort."

He put away the flashlight and said, "Sister is waiting at the edge. In this direction, where are you going?"

The young man, who was covered in tattoos and seemed very fierce at first glance, turned half a circle in confusion and followed Ji Shanqing. After the two of them met Lin Sanjiu at the edge of the memoirs, the three of them looked at each other, and finally seemed to have mustered up the courage, and Lin Sanjiu took the first step.

There is no need to be so careful. The memoir area covers a large area, has complete facilities, and is generally peaceful and safe. Quan would go there sometimes and pretend that he was on vacation.

"Okay," Ji Shanqing, who was at the end, suddenly called out, "it's time for us to take the most important step."

The other two looked back at him.

"I hope this method is effective." Ji Shanqing lowered his voice, and Ah Quan also narrowed the distance between the pictures in the magazine - this way, he could hear them no matter how low they lowered their voices. Ah Quan also felt that he was a bit like a perverted stalker, but he had no good solution.

"If you can still know our geographical relationship with other memoirs after leaving... Well, that thing should come in handy." Ji Shanqing looked at the two of them and smiled.

Although this person has no heart, he does have a lot of props. 110 e-books

Ah Quan became a little nervous and stared at him as he took out several black square boxes. What kind of signal transmitter is it? How does it help other memoirs to know their geographical location? They can't manipulate their own location in the memoir to follow.

He glanced at Lin Sanjiu, who was already standing in the seaside resort, and felt an idea float in the depths of his mind, but what the idea was was so vague that it was unclear.

In any case, signaling methods are completely ineffective in the memoir warehouse. Once the two memoirs are separated, the signal sent out will be swallowed up by the gray fog - not only the signal, but anything that leaves the memoirs and falls into the gray fog will disappear forever, and even Ah will not know about it. Where did they go?

So when Lin Sanjiu performed the Gray Mist Split, he was so frightened that his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Well, "cold sweat" is just a term, he can no longer produce sweat - but he is willing to imagine that he can still be thirsty, hot and sweat like a human body.

"Put them on both sides," Ji Shanqing said as he also stepped across the junction and handed one to Lin Sanjiu. "Yu Yuan," he turned around and called to the tattooed man who was still standing in the blank memory. He put the last one into his hand and said, "Put this one a little further away. If you put it on the edge, I'm afraid." It’s not safe. What if it falls while going back and forth. Don’t go too far.”

Yu Yuan hugged the black box and left without saying a word. Ji Shanqing stayed with Lin Sanjiu. The two of them were still standing on the edge of the seaside resort, waiting for his return.

Ah Quan thought for a moment, followed Yu Yuan's gaze, saw clearly where he put down the black box, and then watched him run all the way to the resort. When the three of them were in the resort, Ah Quan quickly put the two pieces of memoirs Separated.

Seeing the resort, Lin Sanjiu and his party gradually drifting away, and no longer being connected to any memories around, and finally turning into an isolated island in the corner, he breathed a sigh of relief with a bit of guilt.

He knew that Lin Sanjiu and his party must have some plan, but he never knew what the specific plan was, because the tacit understanding between those few people seemed to be very good. The other two people seemed to know what was going on without finishing a sentence. He didn't even ask, he just nodded - but left Ah Quan in the fog.

Now he finally understood a little bit. It turned out that they wanted to grasp the geographical location of the memoirs. So next, should we say that the resort cannot satisfy them and ask Ah Quan to give them another one? After all, when it comes to geographical location, the more the better.

No matter what they say next time, Ah Quan is determined not to change it for them.

The three of them were walking in the resort. No one spoke for a while, looking around to see the scenery and find a place to stay. The man named Yu Yuan also bent down to dig out a handful of sand on the beach, but was slapped away by Lin Sanjiu. .

Ah Quan watched for a while and saw that they didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Half of his thoughts were still in the blank memoir, so he simply turned back the page of the seaside resort and returned to the blank memoir. .

"Isn't this just throwing rubbish into people's memories?" he whispered unhappily. "Xie Feng's memoirs will be restored after a while, and there will be a pile of rubbish floating on the sea... If she knew about it, I would be angry."

Not only the black box left by Yu Yuan, but also the piece of paper that was filled with words, Lin Sanjiu did not put away, and now it was still thrown on the ground - proving the crime of littering.

Although he decided to pull the blank piece of memoir over and clean it out, Ah Quan was very cautious and patient, so he left it untouched for ten days. What's the rush? After all, he is a person who wants to spend eternity in loneliness, and patience is the last thing he lacks.

As a person who has become a copy, Ah Quan once discovered to his great disappointment that he had lost the possibility of going crazy. No matter how long this deathly silence of loneliness lasts in the endless time, he cannot lose his mind and go crazy. This path of escape has been closed forever.

Ah Quan sighed.

When he was first made into a copy, for a while he became unrecognizable. When he thinks about that past now, he can't help but shudder: the hatred, unwillingness and despair twisted him into the darkest creature he has ever seen; without being able to touch the culprit, he just wants to The brains of everyone who enters the dungeon will be cut into pieces, turning them into blanks without leaving any memories.

He really didn't want to recall himself at that time.

After suppressing the disgraceful past, Ah Quan made himself the fourth pot of tea today. There are benefits to becoming a replica creature. You can enjoy what you like without having to worry about not being able to sleep at night or having to run to the toilet frequently.

Lin Sanjiu and his party also seemed to feel the benefits of living in memoirs: they seemed to have discovered that the signal could not be transmitted, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net In desperation, he began to spend leisurely and leisurely time.

Every day they would sunbathe, harass seabirds on the beach, watch TV, and drink cocktails. Yu Yuan even developed a hobby of painting, although the things he painted were pretty bad.

As long as they are far out of reach, it will be fine, Quan thought as he walked into the blank memory and cleaned up all the trash. He checked carefully before coming in and found nothing but trash.

Xie Feng's memoirs soon returned to their original state, turning into the dock and the sea again, and were sent away by Ah Quan to the center of many memoirs in the warehouse.

When he sat down in the fruit stall again, he suddenly realized that he was not the only living person in this dead space.

This thought made him smile slightly.

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