Writer saves the world

However, the next meeting between Erye Tingming and Rimbaud, no matter how anxious he is, will be a later matter. Right now, he has more important things to do.

This month, apart from working in the casino to save money and digging Rimbaud, Erye Tingming devoted all his time to this matter.

——He is preparing a meeting gift.

In terms of the identity of the one he was going to meet, it could also be said that he was preparing a sacrifice.

Rare enough, valuable enough, and most importantly, enough to please the god who is in charge of the land of Yokohama.

Yes, gods.

Futaba Tingming can foresee that he will stay in Yokohama for a long time. If he wants to open the books in the warehouse to the public, he must use the power of "books" to perform certain large-scale perception effects and memory operations, so as to Avoid the fact that the title of the author's book is the same as some big characters/special abilities, and the energy flow of the Yokohama ley line will be affected accordingly.

Yokohama is not a free land without an owner. The breath of gods infiltrates this land, which is as fresh and restless as blood. Using power without permission on a land where gods exist is often regarded as a challenge to the authority of gods.

Although as a "book", Erye Tingming has the absolute priority of power when he writes himself, and the world consciousness also opens the back door to him in this regard, but out of politeness, he thinks it is better to bring a gift to say hello good.

Especially from the perspective of the breath in the land, this god in Yokohama is manic and aggressive. It can be said that he least thinks about the object of conflict-"Futaba Tingming" is not a combatant, and he has no intention of wasting his strength on himself Added combat characters.

He had already thought about what to give for the gift of the visit, and he knew how to get it. The only problem was that the god was too coercive, and he closed the door to the "abnormality" tightly, and stayed there for a month. After the result, Erye Tingming decided to turn to other more likely places to explore.

For example, Tokyo, the heart of Japan that has been prosperous and prosperous since Edo, is eccentric and magical.

The most important thing is that Tokyo is very close to Yokohama. The road is smooth and the drive takes only a little more than half an hour. You don’t need to make any plans to go. In the morning, Futaba Teimaki was still blowing the sea breeze at the port of Yokohama, and he was already standing in the center of Tokyo at noon. bustling streets.

The lights are feasting, the traffic is busy, and it is hard to tell whether the people passing by are people or ghosts.

"It's really a good place." Erye Tingming looked up at the gray air among the tall buildings, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

The filth of the human heart flows here like a swimming fish, and the brightly lit night is as bright as day, but there are more ghosts and ghosts living here than in the dark night of the Edo period.

Strange anecdotes, urban strange stories.

For Futaba Tingming, Tokyo is a very good and livable city, but it's a pity that the Dresden slate has already taken the lead, and it is highlighted in red that the same kind of settlement is not welcome.

As soon as he entered Tokyo, Erye Tingming was not surprised to receive the resistance from Shi Ban. Fortunately, he was unable to communicate directly with Shi Ban in his current state, otherwise he would probably be screamed by Shi Ban so sharply that it pierced his eardrums. annoying.

In this way, the quiet Yokohama vegetable garden full of small beets is also very good.

Let's go back early, Erye Tingming doesn't want to be approached by a certain king selected by the stone board just by passing by.

But here he still has to say again, Tokyo is really a good place.

Standing at the crossroads in Ikebukuro, Futaba Tingming took less than 5 minutes to locate the "gate" that he hadn't seen in Yokohama for a month.

[This is a strange talk that has been circulated among office workers in Tokyo. Here is an excerpt of the contents of the online forum as follows:]

[Go forward from Ikebukuro Station, walk through two intersections, turn right and then turn left again, and there is a five-story old-fashioned office building standing. 】

[There is an old elevator in disrepair on the innermost side of the office building.One day, in order to repair the elevator, a maintenance worker pressed each button on the floor panel in turn.When the elevator reached the fifth floor, a dark-haired woman in a white dress walked in.Her face was blue, and her clothes smelled of musty moisture. She stood in the corner of the elevator, facing the wall without saying a word. 】

[The maintenance worker pressed the first floor, but the elevator didn't go down, and the floor indicator light flashed from five to six, then seven, eight, nine...]

Erye Tingming looked up and watched the numbers on the floor indicator screen keep jumping upwards. Suddenly, the whole elevator shook suddenly, and the number on the screen instantly turned into a big "0".

"crunch-"

The door opened.

Erye Tingming walked out of the door and stepped into a silent wasteland where weeds and flowers grew wildly.

This is by no means a scene that can be seen in an old-fashioned office building. The air is full of strange smells, making people creepy.

Erye Tingming looked around, his eyes fixed on a certain direction, and he walked into the depths of the wilderness.

Behind him, the elevator creaked and resumed operation, and the indicator light flashed twice, rising from "0" to "1".

[The elevator door opened slowly on the first floor, and there was nothing inside, except for the place where the woman in white had stood, leaving behind a puddle of blackened and moldy wet spots. 】

[No one has seen the maintenance worker again. 】

……

Here is the "inside".

That's what some of the guests who visit here call the area.

Time and space are distorted and overlapped here. The concrete representations of ghost stories, indescribable fear entities, and higher-level power projections, all kinds of existences that should not be perceived by the real world live here according to their laws. Occasionally, human beings will appear in the wrong place. Time and place strayed here—in most cases, they never returned to the real world.

That is the so-called "hidden spirit".

Erye Tingming saw the lying dead body in the grass on the road.Mycelium-like transparent and slender blue strips grow in the eye sockets and mouth of the corpse, which are twisted and twisted together, forming a cold and eerie glass art-like strange beauty.

The corpse was crouched in a crouched position, his fingers dug deep into his eyes, his teeth were clenched, and his teeth were scattered on the ground like broken glass.

This is a gesture of extreme fear. Before he died, he must have faced the aborigines wandering here. Even if the aborigines had no intention of hunting him, just looking directly at their existence has surpassed the limit of human cognition. The moment I arrived, there was an indescribable fear of the "unknown".

But human beings have a death instinct that the more fearful they become, the more curious they become. It's like opening a closed Pandora's box. Information beyond the limit of comprehension overwhelms the body and consciousness. Erye Tingming doesn't need to open his skull. You know, the brain inside has been smashed into a pot of gruel.

The discovery of this corpse meant that he was very close to his prey.

Erye Tingming walked forward tens of meters, just in time to see the scene of his prey.

The creature inside does not have the concept of hunger, but it still chases its prey as if it is hungry.

Erye Tingming can fully understand that the preyed white-haired boy has a pair of eyes that are too special, enough to make all the existences here salivate and swallow them up at all costs.

The huge plankton-like "thing" in the void is beating, twisting and twisting, just looking at it will cause a strong sense of dizziness, but it is uncontrollably attracted by that wonderful beating, as if being beaten After the anesthesia fixed the eyelids, I had to widen my eyes to see the twisted figure clearly.

It looks like an elongated tall and thin human figure, and it also looks like white smoke from a flame. It is vague and close in front of my eyes. I have a feeling in my heart that when I wake up, I try to recall the forgotten dream. I can't get up, I feel so anxious that my brain is going to be messed up.

Because the essence is not human, Erye Tingming didn't feel it obviously, he only felt a slight nausea like motion sickness due to his human-like form, but he knew that the white-haired boy not far away was affected by the special pair of eyes. Due to the influence of it, it is probably not even possible for the heart to beat now.Due to having withstood more than ten million times the information impact of ordinary human beings, Erye Tingming wondered if he was not a purebred human if he did not collapse into a pool of rotten meat in the instant of confrontation.

Moreover, Erye Tingming found that he was not only resisting the impact of excessive understanding, but also trying to counterattack the huge amount of information through the eyes, although the origin of those eyes is "perspective" and "analysis", in other words It is "seeing the essence directly", but the vast majority of human beings can develop it to a 360-degree view without blind spots at most, and very few can barely add a tracking and prediction of the energy trajectory.

When he sensed Tingming Erye approaching, the boy's eyes began to analyze Tingming Erye's existence.

His brain was no longer functioning normally, he was scrambled into a shape he didn't know what it was by the overloaded information, blue hyphae grew and withered in his eyes, even his breathing and heartbeat were so disordered that they almost stopped.

Under such circumstances, try to analyze the existence of Erye Tingming forcibly, and soon his face will turn gray in pain, his eyes will be beating like living things in his sockets, and his lips will be moving, chanting meaningless words indiscriminately. discourse.

"That's not allowed." Erye Tingming restrained himself from being "seen" and showed a little bit of the truth, simply and rudely pressed the boy's head, and forcibly covered his eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Erye Tingming is in a state of hunting, and the white squiggle in front of him is his chosen prey—it is a combination of strange stories about snakes, smoke, ghosts, etc., from which high-quality crystals can be harvested , for the existence of gods and monsters, it is a great nourishing nutrient.

It is also a prey that can be captured without fighting by Erye Tingming. After all, Tanhu said that ghosts and ghosts and Tan Zhiyi are all concepts within the scope of literature. As long as Erye Tingming stands there and looks directly at its existence, he will be even bigger in his origin The mystery of it will directly swallow it.

The light blue elongated hyphae spread in the twisted and dancing white smoke, and the spider tightened layer by layer like a spider trapping its prey, condensing and shrinking until the prey could no longer move.Tens of seconds later, a small ball of blue fell to the ground with a "smack".

The color is lustrous, transparent and bright, and it is a beautiful gemstone that is incomparable to the finest sapphires.

Erye Tingming picked up the gemstone, turned his head to warn the boy who opened his eyes again at some point, and was staring at him unblinkingly: "If you don't want to be pulled to the other side, just close your eyes properly." .”

Not death, but "the other side".

Because of staring at Twist for too long, and the flow of information far exceeding the limit of human beings, these eyes have become a hole connecting to the other side in a sense.In principle, as long as you close your eyes and don't look at anything, the hole will automatically close after a while, but if you can't control your curiosity and keep looking, you will be completely assimilated and pulled into the world on the other side in a short time.

"It's super boring over there." Erye Tingming said based on his own experience, "Most of the time, I can't even perceive my own existence. Except for the ability that is still in operation, other functions will be turned off. Occasionally waking up is also a gift to the world. Consciousness is a coolie, not enough to eat and sleep, not to mention voluntary labor, and you will be dismissed and ignorant of people's hearts."

Just miserable.

"Wow." The white-haired boy sighed.

He sat kneeling with his body exhausted, so he stretched out his hands to Erye Tingming confidently, with an overly bright and somewhat excited smile on the corner of his mouth, "Uncle, my leg seems to be broken."

From the beginning to the end, those blue eyes, as blue as the sky, were staring straight at the eyes of the stranger in front of him.