Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1602 The story that falls on paper

At first, she thought it was Wu Yiliu who followed the radio to find him.

Qiao Yuansi sat on the edge of the chair and listened with bated breath for a while; the door was ajar, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside came in clearly.The sound of the heels hitting the floor was loud and round, like the sound of a pair of middle-heeled women's shoes—not Wu Yiliu.

It must be an evolutionary.

Qiao Yuansi sighed silently.She was very tired, and she fell on the back of the chair, which made a "creak" sound, and the footsteps outside stopped suddenly.She simply rested her head on the back of the chair, relaxed her shoulders, closed her eyes and shouted, "Are you looking for me? Here."

... Soon, the door was pushed open.

Qiao Yuansi waited for a few seconds, no one spoke, and then opened his eyes.

There was a young girl standing at the door, looking so young, she was in a trance for a while.Sometimes if she doesn’t look in the mirror, the self in her heart is so full and fresh; only when she walks through the window, she occasionally glances at the reflection on the glass, which will give her a shock, as if she has just discovered that she has been stolen The whole life, just suddenly old.

Still sitting in the chair, she said, "Is that Myron?"

The girl tilted her head, looking a little surprised, but did not deny it.

"The kid in Wuyiliu described you to me. We were locked in an iron prison for a whole day, and we had plenty of time to talk." Qiao Yuansi smiled slightly and said, "I'm old and have gone through such a tense few days. I'm too tired now. If you don't mind, whatever you're going to do with me next, just let me sit."

McLong seemed not expecting her reaction to be so flat. He bit his plump lips and thought for a while before asking, "Could it be that Wu Yiliu suspected me a long time ago?"

"That's not true, he has a good impression of you." Qiao Yuansi said, thinking of that child.

He was smart and honest enough, but she worried about him.She always felt that there seemed to be a huge tragedy or disaster hidden somewhere in Wu Yiliu's future life, and its root might be rooted in Wu Yiliu itself.How many people in the world can, after judging the situation and making up their minds, risk their lives without hesitation and push the world they were born and raised into doomsday?

As rare as this trait was, it was as dangerous—especially for Yaichi Liu himself.

McLone coughed, a little embarrassed.

"I'm not a ruthless person," she said, "I've made a plan, and I can't let you destroy it for me. I won't hurt you, but I will inevitably wrong you for a while."

Now it was Qiao Yuansi's turn to be a little surprised.

During those days 36 years ago, she had heard many doomsday stories, no matter what the content was, they always had a cruel background; so she always felt that as long as she was discovered by an evolutionary, she would immediately be killed. The one who was killed—now not only has a life been saved, even Myron was a little polite when talking to her; when she walked out of the door under the direction of Myron, she couldn't believe it.

"I just don't quite understand how you guys know his name." Qiao Yuansi spoke as she walked into the empty hall—she found her voice a little hoarse when she said this. "Ordinary people may not believe my story."

Listening to her own voice, she sighed in her heart: It has been 36 years, since she reset the world once, it is the first time that she is as nervous as a little girl, she is obviously an old lady.

"As for me, I don't feel safe." McLone said softly, "In the society of evolutionists, the things that can guarantee one's sense of security the most are force and special items. Just like in ordinary human society , if you have power and money, then you will definitely not lack a sense of security, the same reason. How big is the gap between rich and poor in your world, and how big is the gap in the possession of special items among evolutionaries. So I am very interested in collecting special items. Items are very persistent, maybe everyone is.

"Among my items, there is a very interesting little thing called [Random Associated Words]. When a person is explaining something, it can associate with that person's mind but not uttered Vocabulary short sentences, randomly pick a few to show me. It is useful to say, but in fact, even if you know some things, you don’t understand what they mean. For example, when I was talking in Wu Yiliu, I received several inexplicable related words and phrases, 'tea cup', 'logic', 'window glass is too clean', . . . with one exception."

She paused, and said, "When I heard 'Sakura River', I guessed whose name it was in that story."

Qiao Yuansi always felt that his life was like a long dream, but now he is sure, it must be a long dream.Otherwise, why are all the colors of the world around me washed away by just three words uttered from someone else's mouth?In the whiteness of her mind, she stood there in a daze, not knowing when she stopped.

For 36 years, Qiao Yuansi has always harbored some kind of vague fear.She is the only person in this world who has seen Yingshui Bank and knows its existence; it is possible that everything is her dream, a fantasy in her youth, a story that even she believes in—now Hearing the name from Malone's mouth, she felt as if Yingshui'an's existence had been confirmed, giving her a little sense of reality.

Although she also understood that, in essence, Melon, like Wu Yiliu, was just repeating a name that flowed from her.

She slowed down for a few seconds before taking another step.

The situation of the fake copy is probably quite urgent now, but Mellon is still kind to her, and he won't do anything unless he urges her.

"Are you so polite to all ordinary people?" Qiao Yuansi asked calmly.

"Ah," Myron looked a little embarrassed, "No...of course not."

She lowered her head, as if she didn't know how to say the next thing.

"Maybe... Maybe I'm a romantic in my bones. After I heard your story, I kept it in my heart, and I couldn't forget it for several days. Later, I couldn't resist asking about this person."

Qiao Yuansi froze all over.

"then you……"

Myron glanced back at her.

"No, I haven't heard anything."

This is also natural, right? There are tens of thousands of people in the doomsday world, and they want to find just one person——

"Although the doomsday world is endless, but according to the description, he is a very powerful and memorable person. At least he should have traces in the Twelve Realms." McLone said in a low voice.

Yes—he had clearly told himself that he had been to the Twelve Realms, and he could be considered a frequent visitor.

Qiao Yuansi stood blankly, feeling that he was undergoing a trial for which he didn't even know the charges.

"However, according to my news channels, I have never heard of this person. In the past ten years, he seems to have never been to the Twelve Worlds." McLone seemed to want to laugh, but his expression looked more serious. serious. "Maybe I haven't asked enough... However, I'm not going to ask any more."

By this time, the two had reached the open door.Qiao Yuansi watched Melon go out, looked at the stone brick ground and green trees outside, and felt that he was going to follow, but suddenly stopped in the next second and said, "I don't want to go out." gone."

McLone turned his head, not surprised.

"Thank you, but I'm not leaving." Qiao Yuansi whispered, "I don't want to go anywhere now, I just want to stay here."

Myron nodded slowly.

A small cry suddenly sounded from somewhere on Myron's body, and she tapped something on her ear—it seemed to be for communication.The person on the other end of the communicator seemed to be under great pressure, and his raised voice rang faintly through the small communicator for a while.Macron responded with a few words, what was said, Qiao Yuansi didn't listen to a word; only when Macron hung up the communication, looked at her and asked, "Should I tell you?" She heard it up.

She seemed to wake up suddenly, smiled lightly, and said, "No, it shouldn't be. To me, it really... really doesn't make any difference."

She was 70 years old and he had never seen her.

There is really no difference.

However, Qiao Yuansi thought, it would be great if he continued to live in a certain place at this time.

Malone approached and looked at her carefully.

"There is a big change in the dungeon center, I must leave now, and I can't delay any longer." She said, "Either you come with me, or—"

Qiao Yuansi had already shook his head several times.

Macron probably expected this reaction, and emphasized: "You know, I can't let you go like this. I don't know what will happen next."

Qiao Yuansi smiled at her.

She was persecuting Myron, and she knew it; the other party had no intention of hurting her, but as an evolutionary, Myron must be no stranger to this matter, nor would he resist it.There is no time for Macron to continue entanglement now, and there is always only one quickest solution to the problem.

Unexpectedly, Myron sighed and took out a small box out of nowhere.Qiao Yuansi took a closer look and found that it was a small matchbox—she hadn't seen such a traditional matchbox for many years.

"Listen well, I know this is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but I don't have time, I'll just say it once. It's your decision whether to use it or not in the end." He raised the matchbox and emphasized his tone Said. "The name of this thing is [Story Falling on Paper]."

【Story on paper】

If at the cost of giving up your own life, go to live another story, would you like to?You can tell your own story, or you can choose someone else's story. How long the time span of the story is, you can live in it according to the plot.When the story ends, you don't exist in this world anymore, but the end of your life is a story you choose yourself.

How to use: Light a person with a match.The person involved will burn like a paper doll without feeling pain; the process of being slowly burned to paper ashes is also the time for the person to tell the story in their hearts from beginning to end.

How it works: Just like burning paper money, the paper money and paper figures that are burned to ashes will be "transferred" to another time and space—but one is the underworld, and the other is a story.

Note: If the selected story has already been written on paper, for example, if the party chooses one of Grimm's fairy tales, it can be transferred immediately and the fairy tale will be lived again immediately.

If the story chosen by the parties has not been put on paper, then somewhere in the universe, there will be a book to record it.The next procedure is the same.

... Qiao Yuansi understood.

When her story was written down, it was also the time when she and Sakura Shuigan met again.

　...I feel like I broke the dimensional wall (?) My eggplant was not done well, it seems that I put a little too much vinegar, but it didn't delay me to eat it all.It's not me bragging, my culinary skills are real, moody and unpredictable like a domineering president.

PS: Considering that Doomsday will never be published, Qiao Yuansi...

Another PS: I am sure many people will choose the cool article from the starting point, but no one will choose the doomsday one.

　
(End of this chapter)