Chapter 757

Since entering the dream script, Lin Sanjiu has been able to control most of his actions, but no matter how many times he tried, he has never been able to change the dream environment. She can't warm the weather when she feels cold, or suddenly incarnate herself into a giant, and even her ability can't be exerted. The evolutors are still subject to the dream itself to a large extent, which is why everyone thinks that the dream copy is a "half tomb sweeping dream".

It was hard for her to figure out why mayor Aoye was an exception.

"Are you leaving?"

The mayor of Aoye shook a round and thick face at her, and the two thick lips of a woman aroused a smile. "First show me the words on your wrist."

His meaning is very clear: if Lin Sanjiu's words are not quite right, I'm afraid it's hard for her to walk away.

Lin Sanjiu took a breath and secretly gave up another attempt to change the environment.

She had just tried her best to concentrate on the scenery in front of her, but now, except for the pain in her brain, there was still no change around her. Sunlight came in through the window and illuminated the dust in the air in bunches.

In contrast, the mayor of Aoye just waved his hand and turned the town hall in a different direction. Is it true that the power delivered by the black mountain to him is so powerful?

"Hurry up, let me see what you write on your hand," his chin, which is connected with his neck, shook, and raised his hand to the tattooed man. "Don't waste time, I have to ask him."

There is no other way.

Lin Sanjiu exchanged eyes with the tattooed man and slowly raised his wrist.

Mayor Aoye narrowed his sharp eyes and looked carefully at her wrist. When he opened his thick lips, she couldn't help tightening her heart for a moment. Then, she just heard the other party murmur, "Liang Ye?"

He smacked his mouth and slowly retracted his protruding neck.

"What do you mean?" He turned to look at the tattooed man. "Why do you give some inexplicable words? What are the meanings of her good night and my white gloves?"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment. Just as she regained consciousness, she immediately retracted her wrist. She put her hand behind her back, and held it tightly with her other hand. She looked at the tattooed man in disbelief.

Can he give two different definitions to the same person?

"She is a girl. I think this kind of gentle word is more suitable for her." The tattooed man stepped back two steps and simply sat down against the windowsill, looking invincible and unprepared: "have you heard the word liangye? The most famous source is a poem. It is because I remember this poem that I decided to give it to her."

"What poem?"

"Go into that good night gently," he said as he raised his eyes and recalled, "look, the light in the sky is gradually going out... The author is Dylan Thomas."

The mayor of Aoye doubtfully pursed his mouth and glanced at Lin San wine again.

"I don't care what you think," she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly chimed in, "anyway, I have to go out and look for clues to the plot of my dream script."

Although it seemed as if nothing had happened, only she knew how uneasy it was. If the mayor of Aoye had to stop her, she really didn't know how to get away. However, after hesitating for a few seconds, the other party finally raised her chin: "you go!"

It seems that he doesn't want anyone to get in the way. Lin Sanjiu didn't give him a chance to repent. At last, he took a look at the tattooed man, turned around and rushed down the stairs.

At first glance, the poem made her feel strange and familiar, but she didn't know where it was. When the tattooed man mentioned the author's name, she finally woke up. She had heard the poem.

When she stepped out of the gate of the town hall and the sky suddenly brightened her vision, she suddenly found that she had returned to the street from which she had just escaped. She looked back and found that the whole town hall building turned back somehow. She had thought she would leave from the back of the building, but it turned around and spit her back into the sheep like townspeople, guarded by the heavy town police.

"Naturally, they don't seem to recognize you," Teacher Yi suddenly said, "but several Town policemen have noticed you."

Lin Sanjiu smelled the words, immediately calmed his breathing, and glanced around with his remaining light. I don't know if there is another change in the dream. The dark town police look like a black and blue ocean. Just one glance will make people slightly shocked. They surrounded several blocks nearby, and the sheep like townspeople couldn't go anywhere except to get in and out of several buildings on the street.

Teacher Yi was right. Those town policemen didn't seem to recognize her. In fact, she vaguely felt that peanut town seemed to have passed for a long time just by coming in and out of the town hall.

The most obvious thing is that the black mountain has risen and expanded for several circles. It has long been unwilling to settle in a corner of the town. The whole mountain has stepped towards the center of the town. The place it has rolled over is only a piece of house debris and ruins, which seems to be half the size of the town.

But it seems that no one will look behind it, or it seems that no one knows what happened at its feet.

Looking around, Lin Sanjiu didn't see a familiar face.

People with greasy faces and sweaty faces pounded past her like walruses, and the air was full of their heavy wheezes. Those bright and dazzling clothes, magnified by several sizes, were still about to lose their layers of trembling fat. It's hard to tell who is male and who is female. Even the difference between adults and children is not obvious. At a glance, all eyes and noses are submerged in thick flesh.

A pair of feet, whose toes were all squeezed out of sandals because they were too fat, stopped near Lin Sanjiu.

"Why are you so thin?" It was not until this person spoke that Lin Sanjiu realized that the other person was a woman. She was not young, her hair was mixed with silver gray, and a few wisps hung greasy on her forehead. However, in that pair of eyes, there was a clear light of vigilance and suspicion: "what's the matter with your empty hands?"

"I'm finished." Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment and looked at her carefully. This woman with several big paper bags in her arms always makes her feel a little familiar.

"Finished? Do you know how to wear more coats? Don't you know how to bring more food?" She licked her lips, but she still couldn't lick it clean and shiny. "In peanut Town, it's shameful that you should be as thin as a handful of ribs! Our supplies are so rich and our life is so happy, but you still have to keep a thin appearance, which is a disgrace to Mr. Ao Ye! Do you have a problem with peanut town?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help frowning.

Although the fat woman's voice was sharp, she kept her voice low, so she never attracted other people's attention.

"What do you want?" She stared at the other party's face that had lost its edge, trying to find out the outline of an acquaintance.

The fat woman licked her lips again.

Anger suddenly disappeared from her face, like melted ice and snow. She glanced around at the town police on both sides of the street and saw that no one nearby paid attention to her. Then she smiled in a low voice: "I really don't have much, but I can't look at you so hungry and pathetic, and humiliate peanut town!"

Before she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and stuffed a large paper bag in her arms into Lin Sanjiu's arm. "Think it over by yourself, take it or not!" She seemed to be afraid of being seen. As soon as she took off a bag of food, she immediately turned around and hurried into the crowd. With such a fat body, her moving speed was really not slow.

Strange to say, it was not until she turned around that Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that she was the female high school student who had told her that she was not from this town.

For her, it was just a few hours, but the other party had finished most of her life.

She hurried up a few steps and pressed the shoulder of the female high school student: "Hello!"

The other party seemed to be startled. When she looked back and saw Lin Sanjiu, her eyebrows suddenly rose, and a fierce look had been made to rush at Lin Sanjiu, so she quickly lowered her voice: "I know you!"

"What's so strange about that?" Once a female high school student sneered.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the remaining paper bags in her arms and whispered, "if you are willing to talk to me and answer my questions, I will take all your food."

Peanut villagers obviously also felt that such a large amount of food was a burden for them. She thought that there would be nothing wrong with her bait. Unexpectedly, the female high school student turned pale and scolded her in a low voice, "what are you talking about!"

"Aren't you tired from eating?"

"What do you know!" This time, she seemed to be moved and really angry: "it's not normal to be tired of eating. Just take a break and continue eating! Who's not tired of eating? Don't think I'll share some things with you. Mr. o'ye created such a beautiful town for us. I'm willing to eat it for him and peanut town!"

As soon as she spoke, she grabbed the food bag in Lin Sanjiu's arms. At this time, the town police found something wrong and shouted, "what are you doing? Separate, separate! You are not allowed to walk together!"

As if she had been hit by electricity, the female high school student immediately withdrew her hand, glanced at Lin Sanjiu heavily, and walked away quickly again.

Lin Sanjiu stood in place with a heavy bag of food in his arms, and his eyes passed over the obese people again and again. The smell of fried and roasted meat, oil and seasoning rushed to her nose, but her appetite did not hook up at all, but made her feel sick for a while.

The few poems that the tattooed man randomly adapted on the spot rang out in her mind again, but this time, what she remembered was its original appearance.

Don't walk into that good night gently,

Denounce, denounce the disappearance of light.

onotgogentleintothatgoodnight，

age，rageagainstthedyingofthelight

She thought as she raised her wrist for a look.

Under the sun, two small black characters are clearly penetrating into the skin texture, as if born.

Freedom.

This is the word she really got.