Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1657 You are not human
Sometimes, the evolution of fate is really unexpected: 10 minutes ago, when Lin Sanjiu was hiding behind the orange planet, she thought that she was about to face a battle, and she had to try her best to subdue the controller of this space Only then can they find a way out for their group.

Now, she is sitting on a small stool in front of a fruit stand, watching the operator of the space make tea with an old electric kettle.

...The change in the situation seems to have only started with Lin Sanjiu's words a few minutes ago.

"Are you trapped in this space too?" After hearing the man's response, she immediately said subconsciously: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to get out. I don't know how many difficulties I have overcome. Then I will take you with me."

The clerk who handed out the leaflets was silent for a while.

When the man does not use these "moving figures" to speak, they will continue to carry out their daily activities according to the original track - the clerk walked towards a girl, and when the leaflet in his hand was half handed out, Suddenly paused in mid-air.

Not only him, but the entire city streets froze; the urban noise that was still bubbling just now, hanging over his head with the haze, suddenly fell into silence.

This is the second time Lin Sanjiu has seen this scene.When she saw the door of a car on the opposite side of the road was suddenly opened, and a face was exposed from the roof, she was not surprised by this scene, but was surprised by the man's decision to show his face: she didn't seem to say anything special Convincing words?

The two stared at each other for a while across the road.Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of scaring the other party away again - that man is like a wild rabbit, and the ground is full of his rabbit holes.

"...I'm not trapped here." He put his face on the roof of the car, looked limp, and sighed.

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback.

"Then... what's going on?" She asked carefully, "Do you want to go? If you want to go, you can come with us—"

The man waved his hand and interrupted her. "No...it's a long story."

He looked Lin Sanjiu up and down, and asked, "You really don't know what this place is?"

Lin Sanjiu nodded.

"Well, from what you said later, it seems to be true." He sighed again, and turned out from behind the car.Still pulling on his slippers, he walked in muddy steps, walked to the middle of the road, looked around, pointed in one direction and said, "It's not convenient to talk here. I don't like to suspend all activities. When the city is running normally, I I feel comfortable in my heart. If you want to talk, we can go to my shop to talk."

The so-called "store" is actually a fruit stand located in an alley below Exodus.

When Lin Sanjiu followed his instructions and sat down rather crampedly on a small bench, she couldn't even react: Not long ago, wasn't this man wary of her and didn't dare to show his face?Why did he plug in the electric teapot in this short period of time, and even the cups—the teacups are a little dirty when you look carefully—are all ready.

"My name is Lin Sanjiu," she stretched her arm over a large piece of various fruits, and stretched out her hand towards the slipper man.

The other party looked at her hand, and didn't intend to take it and shake it. He just continued to fan himself with the magazine and said, "You don't need to make it so formal...you can just call me Ah Quan. Your name seems to be It sounds familiar, I don’t know where I’ve heard it before.”

...Why does he even address him like a standard idler.

Lin Sanjiu withdrew his hand without embarrassment, and scratched his face. "Haven't you been trapped here for many years, where did you hear about it?"

"Like I said, I'm not trapped here." Ah Quan glanced at the electric teapot and said, "I have access to a lot of information, and I can't even remember the names of people so clearly. Maybe there is a memoir here that belongs to you." People I know."

Lin Sanjiu immediately straightened up and asked, "What's the matter with the memoir? Can you bring my friend back from the memoir?"

Ah Quan smiled and said, "You eat a few cherries first."

What is this for?

Even if the situation between the two parties eased, Lin Sanjiu would naturally not just eat something from a stranger.Ah Quan seemed to see her concern. He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to grab a pear. He opened his mouth and took a bite. The crisp and juicy sound made people want to swallow their throats.

"Look, it's fine." Ah Quan still spoke very clearly with a pear in his mouth.He handed over the pear he had bitten, and said, "Don't you want to know what's going on with the memoir? Eat it and you'll know."

Both parties seem to be testing each other - if there is no basis for mutual trust, maybe he won't bring back the gift bag and Yu Yuan, right?

Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment, and finally took the cool, heavy pear, and took a bite from the opening.

She imagined many situations in her mind, pears are delicious, pears are tasteless, pears are poisonous, and this pear will trigger a trap... But she never expected that her upper and lower teeth would hit hard, as if biting into a cloud of air .

At the same time as the teeth were hitting, she heard another clear, moist and crisp sound in her ears.

Before she could raise her head, the sweet cold pear juice suddenly soaked her throat along the tip of her tongue, the pear flesh rolled between her cheeks and teeth, the feeling of being squeezed by her teeth, and the release of more pear juice... She froze In place, clearly aware that she was not chewing at all - because her mouth was empty.

"It's delicious, right?" Ah Quan seemed very satisfied with her expression, and said, "This is the most delicious pear in my memory. It tastes like ice cream."

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the pear in his hand, and then at him.

"This is also my favorite cherry variety. It would be a pity if you don't try it." Ah Quan pointed at the fruit stand as if showing off his treasures, "Did you see this? I only ate this kind of cherries once." Raspberries, because they didn't grow where I used to live."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the dazzling array of fresh fruits, and slowly asked, "These... are all formed from your memories?"

Ah Quan nodded. "Their appearance, texture, touch, and taste... are all polished by my memory. Everything you come into contact with here, such as the wooden stool under you, the electric teapot you see, It's all my memories. I extracted the best memories of my life, and I have this city—it's a memoir.

"The memoirs you have experienced, you must have discovered that they all belong to different owners. Some people have a mediocre memory, and their memoirs are vague and rough; some people have a good memory, and their experiences are clear." Ah Quan looked at Lin San. With the expression of wine, he said with a smile: "They left memories, but people didn't stay in them, so the memoirs are formed all at once, with different degrees of detail. I'm different. I've always been here, living my best, Among the memories I am most willing to recall... I have endless time to carefully craft every detail in my memory."

No wonder... No wonder the scene of this city can be so clear, sharp and rich in details.However, in a city of such a scale, even the most subtle details have been carved out—how long has this man who looks like he is in his 30s lived here?

Lin Sanjiu leaned over and put down the pear in his hand.Ah Quan just glanced at it, and it returned to its untouched appearance.

She stared closely at the face of the man opposite, it was indeed a face that was no different from a normal living person - the texture of the skin, the bluish stubble, the messy hair sticking to the forehead.

"I have a few questions to ask you."

"You ask."

"You said just now that you extracted your own memory and created this memoir. What about other people, did their memoirs also be created by you?"

Ah Quan spread his hands and nodded, as if saying "Of course".

"My next question might be a little rude, don't mind." Lin Sanjiu smiled wryly, and said, "You...are you still human?"

　I have been a little slack these past two days, and I have to slap myself 25 times every day when I sit at the table (the bigger the left side of the face, the bigger the face and one less slap) in order to force myself to get down to business
　
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