Dreamland Guide

The first thing Zhao Pengcheng did after he was released from prison was to go to Liuying Alley.

Liuying Lane is not as lively as it used to be. The pavements along the street looked dilapidated. The doors of many shops were broken, and the signs on the doors were covered with dust. There are few people on the street, and no one cleans up the **** all over the street. Only the row of old willow trees is still swaying in the wind as in the past, unmoved by human changes.

In the years when humans are fighting against parasitic consciousness, people have been dying because of the gray brain virus. Although some medical organizations have developed virus vaccines, the promotion of vaccines has encountered difficulties. Parasitic consciousness controls most of the resources in society. In the face of money and power, all ideals are nonsense.

The United Nations’ Space Management Committee and the Parasitic Consciousness Organization Dream Meeting conducted peace talks, acknowledging the legitimacy of extraterrestrial consciousness. Anyway, they have inherited the memory of human beings. As far as individual humans are concerned, the person who was parasitized and not parasitized may cause unharmonious life in the couple's bed, and there is no difference in other humans.

The Dream Club also agreed with the statement of the Earth scientists, acknowledging the rationality of the human race continuation method, and ensuring that it will not destroy the existing achievements of human civilization, and allow human civilization to continue as far as possible.

In fact, these so-called inter-ethnic agreements are all nonsense. Not to mention scientists, even ordinary people know that it is impossible for those parasitic consciousnesses to comply with this agreement. In a few hundred years, maybe only a few decades, the earth will There are no humans anymore. When the resources are exhausted, they will leave the earth. At that time, even the human body cannot be kept.

A small number of scientists headed by Mei Yiqiu are still fighting. They set up an underground resistance organization and went into hiding. Now the United Nations and governments of various countries are hunting for members of these underground organizations everywhere.

Zhao Pengcheng walked along Liuying Alley for a while, feeling the comfortable feeling of the gentle and moist wind blowing on his face at the turn of spring and summer. You can never smell such comfortable air in a prison.

Over the past ten years, his mental power has improved a lot, and it has become so powerful that he himself can't believe it. He wanted to compete with Aoki again to see if he was still vulnerable.

In the dream, the full blow of the mental power with the scalpel is still in front of him, but his memory of Aoki's power is quite vague, but his special image can not be forgotten.

Zhao Pengcheng stopped and checked the address seriously.

In front of you is a wide pavement with three interconnections. The original exquisite decoration on the outer wall gradually corrodes and falls off in the wind and rain, but the mottled traces make it even more literary. The sign on the door is incomplete, but the four characters "Flower Bar" can still be seen.

Huge hornet's nest hung under the eaves of the windows on the second floor, and some wasps that had just been woken up by the warm wind flew around in front of the window. The glass was grey, with traces of pasted characters faintly visible. Zhao Pengcheng carefully identified it for a while, only to recognize the two words "dog" and "name".

Zhao Pengcheng walked to the gate and tried to pat the door.

The banging sound was like knocking on a broken gong. There was no response from the door, but a lot of dust fell from somewhere, and fell on Zhao Pengcheng's head, dyeing his hair that was already graying in prison and dyed whiter. .

This bar seems to have not been opened for many years.

Zhao Pengcheng took out his mobile phone and opened the memo, and checked the house number again. The number is not wrong, it is indeed here. He wondered whether the information given by the organization was wrong.

With the sound of stomping footsteps, a middle-aged woman in her thirties walked by the street. She was wearing a dark gray sports sweater and short hair. If she was not carrying a small female bag in her hand, she was also carrying a bag. The net bag dish, Zhao Pengcheng almost thought she was a man.

The woman stopped at the door of the bar, looked up and down Zhao Pengcheng a few times, then looked at the palm print on the door, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to see hope and said, "I'm looking for Aoki."

"Who are you, why are you looking for him?" The woman looked wary.

Zhao Pengcheng said: "I... his friend, come and see him."

The woman looked at Zhao Pengcheng and seemed to be looking for flaws. After a long time, she turned around and walked towards the small alley next to her and said, "Follow me."

Zhao Pengcheng was sure that this woman knew Aoki, and followed him, tentatively asking: "May I ask you...?"

"The flower of a lifetime." The woman didn't have any impatience, but her voice was full of indifference, as if she didn't care about anything.

Zhao Pengcheng followed the woman to the small road behind the house. The bluestone slabs on the road looked old. There were a few pots of succulents on the steps of the back door, and he stooped to remove a pot of star beauty all his life, and did not shy away from the existence of Zhao Pengcheng, took out a key from under the pot and opened the back door.

If Zhao Pengcheng does not ask, he will not speak in his lifetime. Zhao Pengcheng also had to follow silently, watching the Flower of Life go into the kitchen, putting vegetables and fruits in different categories, some in the refrigerator, and some soaked in water containing disinfectant. He then took out the towel and washbasin, raised the kettle, and went upstairs.

Zhao Pengcheng followed upstairs. The aisle on the second floor is full of miscellaneous things, and there is a row of old chairs near the window, just like the kind waiting in a hospital. They are very old and very old, but they are all clean. It can be seen that they are often cleaned.

A few steps along the aisle, I saw a door with a sign of "Shenwu Workshop" hanging on the door, and couplets on both sides:

Only Aoki,

Can live in the gods.

The couplets are written on red paper with a brush, and the color has faded very lightly. It should have been pasted a long time ago.

The room in the door was small and square, with various books neatly arranged on shelves against the wall. There is a desk in the middle, with a sofa and coffee table on the left. There were many magazines on the table, on the sofa, and on the floor, seemingly tossed randomly.

As a surgeon who was too busy to organize but had to read many professional publications every day, Zhao Pengcheng used to throw magazines all over the floor in his home, so he could tell at a glance that those magazines were not natural at all. Someone put it like this deliberately, and the magazine is very new. Several of them just came out this month. This was completely inconsistent with the scene he saw when he entered the door.

He guessed that the woman in front of him deliberately did it in order to commemorate something, probably because of some human emotions.

When he saw the couplet at the door, Zhao Pengcheng was already able to determine that he had found the right place. This is Aoki's former studio.

There is also a door in the studio. The Flower of Life didn't use the key, but just pushed it slightly and the door opened.

The room is very simple, with almost no furnishings. Four white walls, a bed in the middle. There is a small cabinet on one side of the bed with a lamp on it. On the other side is a bird shelf with a black crow.

To Zhao Pengcheng's surprise, ~www.readwn.com~ this room is a bit too clean, with almost no dust. As a surgeon, he is very sensitive to a dust-free environment, and this room seems to be cleaner than a hospital operating room.

Of course, it was Aoki lying on the bed that attracted all Zhao Pengcheng's attention at this moment.

Aoki was still wearing the clothes—a cotton t-shirt with a close-fitting inside, an old gray windbreaker on the outside, and mesh flared pants with cut-outs, and the **** were neatly placed in front of the bed.

His hair was still messy, and his face looked a little white, but it was not pale, but as white as white jade.

When they got to the bed, the crow on the bird shelf was still motionless.

Zhao Pengcheng discovered that this crow was not alive, it should be a specimen, but it was done too delicately, and there was no trace of the specimen at all.

When he looked back at Aoki on the bed, he had an illusion, as if this person was no longer a living person, but a living specimen.

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