Chapter 1153 Reality - Memories: Quarrel and Crash
Almost as soon as I fell asleep, memories came over me like waves.
It's so boring that I can't breathe.
Her consciousness seemed to be awake, but she could not move. Her limbs seemed to be suppressed, cold and numb - sleep paralysis?
Ghost on the bed?
Yun Tuan clenched his back molars, trying to wake up, but after a while, his consciousness disappeared again.
Her perception of the room gradually faded, and she probably fell into a craft room.
There were people ringing around, some hammering iron, and some sawing wood.
From this perspective...
She is sawing wood.
People came and went around her, but she remained unmoved.
"Hey, Yun Tuan, are you doing crafts again?"
"Go further." She heard herself say.
"Then...if you don't have talent, there's no need to force yourself!"
"Get lost."
"Okay, okay."
From this perspective, the man only has a pair of off-white sneakers, and there are many stains on the white part.
…It’s really unhygienic.
Gradually, the prototype of the door appeared. She continued to use the plane to deal with the protruding parts of the door panel, and did not stop until it felt like it did not cut her hands.
She added a handle to the door, dismantled the original door in the room, and replaced it with a crude-looking wooden door.
Because of the ugliness and sloppiness of the new door, others laughed for a long time.
Until they discovered that through this door, the security officer who didn't like talking to people could go directly to where she wanted to go, and no longer had to pretend not to see them and walk away quickly when they met on the road.
Yun Tuan silently praised herself. She seemed to be freer in the past than now and had the right to choose the lifestyle she liked.
Screen jump.
She sat on the side and watched a group of people arguing. The decibels were very high and the speed of speech was very fast. When the words came through, they were blurry and it was difficult to hear what they were arguing about.
But the quarrel was so loud that some people were already pulling each other's hair, trying to force others to listen to what they said.
Others followed suit, and for a while, a lot of hair of different colors fell on the ground.
"Are you bored?"
"Yun Tuan" finally said the first sentence in this scene.
Everyone turned their heads one after another, and the dense sight lines made people a little confused.
"Tsukishima is about to crash! Safety officer, you should think of a way!"
"Everyone will die here!"
"Without memory, without the right to choose, we live like ants!"
The old man with a haggard face shouted, frightened and desperate.
Yun Tuan heard himself say: "So what? Who didn't come from ants? They just returned to the original state, why panic?"
"You really support Xia Xing!"
"...I don't take sides."
After saying that, she turned around, opened the ugly door, and went straight back to her room.
The whole space fell rapidly, and she suddenly flew into the air, and then fell to the ground under the influence of gravity!
Outside the house, there was a roar.
Explosives exploded, the invaders cheered, and the indigenous people wailed... it was endless.
She put on her headphones, took out a yellowed old book without a cover, and wrote in it drawings, puppet tea, amnesia spell songs, mind reading...
"Yun Tuan" took out an alarm clock, pulled out the battery inside, and the hands stopped spinning.
She kept writing for a long, long time, until her eyes started to feel sour and she couldn't think of anything else, so she used the key she had seen before and threw the little tattered book into the paradise.
And that key.
Boom...
The delicate structure of unknown composition began to disintegrate, the wall shattered inch by inch, and with the flickering electric sparks, her last bit of consciousness also dissipated.
All ashes return to ashes, and dust returns to dust.
Yun Tuan suddenly sat up, the morning sun shone on his face, and his eyes felt an obvious stinging sensation.
She pressed the alarm clock that was about to go off and took out the little tattered book.