Yokohama Survival Guide

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Talking in the future: what are we talking about when we talk about loops

([-]) Return to the room through the tunnel

Daust felt very tired, he decided to go back to his room.

Even if everything is decided, at least he has the freedom to rest temporarily when he is decided.

Ha, freedom of rest decided.

What an ironic and frivolous statement.

Durst crawled slowly through the closet.

He reached his bedroom.

The smell of dust in the room where no one lived in it for half a month made it hard to rest.

'I have to clean up the room first... well, the day goes on. '

He thought so, frowning as he stuffed the soiled sheets into the washing machine and replaced them with the clean black and white versions in the closet.

The rumble of the washing machine made the man who was alone in the room a little irritable—after thinking for a while, the silver-haired man simply took advantage of this to perform a thorough cleaning. He tidied up the mess and cleaned the tabletop floor again. And weird hygienic corners.Except for the toilet room that needs housekeeping maintenance, the other locations have basically returned to the state where people can live.

'The luggage is still in Ganghei, let Zhong Ye help bring it back later. '

Thinking of this, Daust sighed lightly.After thinking about it, he stopped by and re-stored the scattered equipment at home:

After all, he will stay in Hong Kong and black to work in the future, and these weapons will also be provided by the organization, right?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was a waste, the silver-haired man couldn't help sighing:

'I ended up wasting a lot of money, really. '

Glancing at the weapons piled up into a hill, he was a little bit reluctant.But in a short time, he might not really need them anymore, and the only solution that could afford the past expenses was to keep them well.

'... Maybe it can be sold second-hand in the future, so moisture-proof work is very important. Fortunately, there are still plastic bags and kraft paper left at home. '

Dismantling the gun into parts with emotion, Daust carefully put them into the corresponding box.

In the process, the two notebooks neatly stacked on the small wooden table were accidentally knocked to the ground.

One pink and one blue.

The pink ones belong to Daust in the past, and the blue ones belong to him now.

Daust bent down and picked up two notebooks.

"Ah, I forgot to put them here. Handbook..."

He first looked at the blue notebook purchased from Rolling Stone Bookstore, and shook his head in a complicated way.

"...In this case, perhaps, I should put this notebook next door, and it can be regarded as a souvenir for Shichaka."

And the pink book, which recorded the unknown memories of the individual named Daust, was conveniently placed on the bedside.

"As for this one, I'll leave it to Chuya. Anyway, it looks similar to a mystery story. Maybe we can review it together. How can there be no wine if there is a story? Ha, it seems that a big purchase before dinner is imperative! "

Daust muttered, and slowly felt the depression in his heart gradually recede.Before going out, he also dropped the washed sheets to hang on the balcony.When going out, he put on moccasin shoes for the first time in a long time, and went out shopping briskly.But the sun at one o'clock in the afternoon was too harsh, and the supermarket was unexpectedly crowded, so that after grabbing discounted yogurt, eggs, and several other vegetables for making simple potato salad, he hurried home as if fleeing for refuge.

Once inside, Daust noticed another terrible thing:

The balcony railing was completely clean, and the strong wind had already swept away his sheets!

The man rushed into the room before he could change his shoes, and searched angrily but found nothing.

"Isn't this too unlucky? Ahhh!"

The silver-haired man went crazy, he babbled back to the kitchen, and stuffed the ingredients in the bag into the refrigerator bit by bit.

The refrigerator is so full that it bursts: the meat, egg and milk added for dinner, the potatoes and tomatoes that are necessary in the potato salad.He also had to throw away a row of old bottles of lube in order to stuff in the strawberry yogurt he had prepared to tease Chuya.

Looking at the room filled with life again, Daust was very satisfied.

So, he entered the next room through the closet for the last time, and carefully put the blue notebook in black and white on the bed.

"Goodbye, Shichaka. Although my life is arranged, but next...you are right, I will be very happy."

Daust touched the sky blue notebook complicatedly. When he returned to the rhythm of daily life, when he returned to the crowd again, he found that Mark Beth might be the right one.

Because what he pursued was never the truth.

What his heart is asking for is actually love—the pursuit of the truth is the meaning given to Darmstadt by the researchers, the meaning left by Shichaka to Daust, but not the meaning given to J by Central Plains.

The way to fight chaos is indeed to keep seeking information.

But the way to fight against nihilism is to let go and love.

Maybe in the days to come, he still has to persist in perfecting his own story; what he says, does, and wants may still be under the control of others; but these are no longer important, because he is already satisfied.

Daust felt that the hole in his heart was filled. He returned to his room and restored the partition of the secret passage.

Then, the insignificant silver-haired man lying on the single bed took out his mobile phone and edited a short message to his lover in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

Then, he tiredly put the phone on the bedside, next to the notebook.

Sleep well, J.

Daust's story is about to begin.

([-]) Leave the room through the door

Dawster felt so tired that he decided to leave.

Even if everything is decided, at least he has the freedom to rest temporarily when he is decided.

Thinking of this, he quickly rushed to the door, and after turning the handle, he rushed out without raising his head, wishing he could escape the entire suffocating place directly!

But when he took a few steps, when he was stumbled by the height difference in the hallway, he realized that he thought everything was too simple.

The world behind the door is unremarkable.

This is a space of about 20 posts, in which Linglong distributes simple and common 1DK designs.Small and exquisite bathrooms, toilets, and kitchens are located on Daust's left and right hands, and a little deeper is the living room designed by Western style.The bathroom door was ajar, the bedroom wardrobe door was open, and the black and white single bed sheet at the end of his line of sight looked messy, as if someone had just rolled on it.

'This is the room I was in just now. '

Daust froze in place, he turned his head, and on the outside of the door behind him, an identical room suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

'Isn't this the house I stayed in? '

The silver-haired man became confused. He took two steps forward and carefully checked every corner of the new room, but it was the same as the details in his memory. This is Nanika's room!

' Or is my memory wrong? '

Daust let go of his hand and let the porcelain bowl in his hand fall to the ground.

'I'm going to take another look. '

Thinking of this, he hurriedly left the kitchen and rushed out of the door of the room.

However, he saw tiles on the kitchen floor.The shattered tiles lay sputtered on the floor, looking innocently at the missing owner.

'Wait, what room am I in?This looks to be Nanika's house... maybe it's the house I stayed in? '

Daust's heart beat faster, he swallowed, and ran towards the open wardrobe in three steps at a time - he felt that he no longer cared about Shichaka's problem, he wanted to leave this damned place even more!

The silver-haired man pinned his great expectations on the wardrobe, he opened the partition without hesitation, and squeezed into the dark tunnel.

In the next second, he pushed open the door of the cabinet, and the tidy environment of the house seemed to tell him that he succeeded—wait?

This is not Dorst's room.

The silver-haired man's heart felt cold, he looked around the neat and clean room, and stepped back very definitely.

This is not his room.

His room would not have been so spotless after nearly a month of inactivity.

But it looked very much like Dawster's room.Hmm... also very similar to Shichaka's room, or Nanika's room?

Daust became uneasy, and he decided to return to the original position.

So he groped, and crawled cautiously back into the tunnel.

In the darkness for a second or two, he found himself in an identical room! FUCK! ! !Why, why are there so many damn black and white sheets? !

He took a deep breath, took out his cell phone tremblingly, and quickly dialed the first number.

Fortunately, the other side of the number was quickly connected, and he heard a familiar male voice tremblingly asking for help:

"...I, I'm J—wait, who are you?"

who are you?

who are you?

who are you?

I'm JJ Dorst, who are you?

All the same, Daust started running crazily, he tried to open all the doors, all the windows, and even the ventilation ducts.But every time, he could only find the same Daust's room, the only difference was that they were tidy?messy?Long time no one?Passed just now?

On the other end of the phone is endless Daust, either panicked or mad. After frantically asking for help and crying bitterly, Daust even began to comfort Daust.

"You'll be fine."

"You'll be fine."

"You'll be fine."

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After an indeterminate amount of time, Dawster found a way to quiet himself: he curled himself up in the darkness of the closet cave, motionless.

The narrow, airless, dark space is so peaceful, like a mother's womb, sheltering her child without compensation.

In the infinite room, Daust no longer has to suffer for meaning and value.

His fabricated life seems to be stuck in the most delicate position.

He means, how wonderful is this darkness...

He didn't need to think anymore, and he didn't need to struggle.

In this most primitive profundity, as long as Daust opens his eyes, or closes his eyes, well, as long as Daust is Daust, he is happy.

Happy Daust, look, how rare is this intermission opportunity?

I can't tell at a certain time-maybe the next second, maybe the beginning of the end of the story, you are about to embark on a journey.

Shh, sleep well.

The author has something to say:

I'm the one who is afraid of being beaten, this is the dark true ending of the story, TE.There are two sub-options for future talks, the cycle of time meaning and the cycle of space meaning.Hmm, pay attention, according to the world view of this article, every time the time is recharged, there will be a slight change-the time in the story is not written wrong, it means backward flow and out of order.

I always feel that if this continues, you will want to kill me and cover your face.

I am a little slow, today there is branch line [-], I chose to call the branch line of Zhongye, meow

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