Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1620 The correct way to get lost in the mountains
...the scene changes are surprisingly fast.

Often, one second, she was still by a certain stream or on the road; the next second, after taking 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, and when she turned her head, she had no idea where she was lost in the forest.

For her half an hour, it felt like two lifetimes had passed.

After she came out of the mountain forest, she didn't know why, but she immediately triggered two different memories of different people: one was "attached" to a woman, and due to the widespread epidemic of infectious diseases outside, she was sleepy. 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 twelve-world bookseller for several years-after Lin Sanjiu managed to get through those eight years , She is very familiar with the entry and exit of books in the Twelve Realms, industry rules, and business models.

"It can't go on like this," she sat on the road and looked at a small desk clock in her hand.It was indeed only three or ten minutes since the last time she looked at her watch.But mentally, she inevitably felt a little dazed.

Human beings perceive the passage of time through their intellect.If Lin Sanjiu is constantly and repeatedly involved in other people's memories, and spends time after time, to her brain, she is equivalent to spending such a long time-this will cause her cognitive problems. Great confusion, and even some abnormalities in brain function may occur, which is also unknown.

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

She looked back, the bookseller boss was sitting at the door of the store, reading a thick book leisurely under the shining "Future Bookstore" signboard in the sunlight; They were all scenes constructed from memory—maybe he longed to return to this moment for the rest of his life.

Lin Sanjiu sighed and straightened out his thoughts.

She now knows that each scene is loaded with a person's memory, and the scene itself is also concretized from the memory.

Before she triggered the memory, they looked like an ordinary lake or a street. When she stepped in, she didn't notice anything strange, and she didn't even know what triggered the memory.

For example, in the memory of the apartment, she walked for at least five or six minutes on the sidewalk downstairs of the apartment building, and then suddenly a flash of vision appeared and "falled" into the body of the owner of the memory.Where is the 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 House Yiliu, she felt that she was walking in the direction she came from; the basis was simple, when she triggered the memory, her body remained motionless and her position did not change, so when she woke up from the memory, her body Behind her must be her way of life.

This inference feels right, but when she walked out of the forest, she entered the streets of an unfamiliar seaside town, with many three- and five-story apartment buildings standing on both sides of the street—she was walking on that street for a while Afterwards, the memory of "The Apartment and the Contagion" was triggered.

After she finally woke up from that memory, her body was still standing in the same place, which was true; but when Lin Sanjiu looked back, she found that the way she came from had turned into a strange school playground, green and green. Next to the grass, there is a circle of red runway.

The forest where Wu Yiliu was located had disappeared without a trace in the ten minutes or so that she fell into memory.

In the same way, when she woke up from the door of the bookstore, the direction she came in was not the street where the apartment building was located.Now, a layer of iron-gray smog shrouded the far horizon, engulfing the end of the Twelve Realms shopping street, and rolling thickly, it seemed that after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't even take my eyes back.

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

The communicator given to her by the gift package is of course useless - when did God show mercy to her - the range of each memory field is not small, even if she shouts at the door of the bookstore, she is in another memory field. Ji Shanqing or Yu Yuan probably couldn't hear her voice either.

It is said that if you get lost on an adventure in the mountains, it is best to stay still and wait for rescue; Lin Sanjiu pondered for a long time, and felt that either Ji Shanqing or Yu Yuan would be more useful than herself in this environment, so she would Don't leave, let's hang around here until the gift bag comes to save me.

…Knowing yourself correctly is also a skill.

As Lin Sanjiu was thinking, he spread out his sleeping bag on the road and took out a can of cold beer.It's all about waiting anyway, what's wrong with waiting comfortably?
The bookseller was still sitting in front of the store not far away, turning a page leisurely.He is a well-mannered fat old man. The days when he ran a bookstore in the Twelve Worlds was probably one of the most important memories in his life—Lin Sanjiu found that every memory seemed irreplaceable to the owner. importance.

How did the memories of these people come to this space?

According to past experience, the Great Flood should have sent them to another universe, but they fell into this strange space full of human memories.

Lying on her sleeping bag, she sipped her beer while looking at the bookstore in front of her.The memory built by the fat old man’s store owner is very complete. In the bookstore, there are even restored customers in twos and threes, looking through the glass of the cabinet. In the store of Twelve Worlds, anti-theft is the top priority. The fat old man simply locked all the books in the cabinet. If you are interested in any book, you have to call someone to show it to him.

What is a bit interesting is that Lin Sanjiu also experienced the memories of the fat old man's bookseller, but he also did not find out which twelve worlds his bookstore opened in. In the span of several years, Did he not even once think about the world he was in?how can that be?

In the memories of the fat old man and Wu Yiliu, this 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 after thinking for a long time.

She has nothing to do now, so she keeps analyzing and thinking in a horny way; before she knows it, she puts down the beer can, tosses and turns on the sleeping bag, sits up and down—— subconsciously raises her eyes in meditation, Lin San The wine 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; The re-floated city of Atlantis.

Lin Sanjiu jumped up.

She understands how the position changes in this space.

　Seeing that everyone was taken aback by my last fake note, and sent so many messages to support me, I am really sorry (I have always been full of words, and I have yelled at abandoning the pit 50 times since I opened the book), and at the same time My heart is also very warm... I never expected that this work, which is in good and bad state for a while, can still get everyone's support.

To be honest, in fact, the next part is still not planned, but I have this chapter to write, so I will write it first, and I can't always drag it...

Because I was so moved, I decided not to procrastinate to write a thank you letter, so I turned back... Grass grew on the grave.

　
(End of this chapter)