Chapter 1597

At first, she thought it was Wu Yiliu who followed the radio.

Qiao Yuan Temple sat on the edge of the chair and listened with bated breath for a while; The door opened a crack, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside came in clearly. The sound of heels hitting the floor is loud and mellow, like the sound of a pair of middle heeled women's shoes stepping out - not a room willow.

It's some kind of evolutionist.

Qiao Yuan Temple sighed silently. She was very tired. She fell down on the back of the chair, so that it made a "creak" sound, and the footsteps outside suddenly stopped. She simply put her head on the back of the chair, relaxed her shoulders, closed her eyes and shouted, "are you looking for me? Here."

... soon, the door was pushed open.

Qiao Yuan Temple waited for a few seconds, no one spoke, and then opened his eyes.

There was a young girl standing at the door. She looked so young that she was in a trance. Sometimes if she doesn't look in the mirror, her heart is so full and fresh; Only when she walked through the window and occasionally glanced at the reflection on the glass, she was shocked, as if she had just found that she had been stolen the whole section of her life, and then suddenly became old.

She still sat in her chair and said, "is that Malone?"

The girl tilted her head and looked a little surprised, but she didn't deny it.

"Wu Yiliu, the child, described you to me. We were locked in an iron prison all day, and there was plenty of time to talk." Qiao Yuan Temple smiled and said, "I'm old and I'm too tired after such a tense few days. If you don't mind, no matter what you're going to do with me next, let me sit."

Millon didn't seem to expect her reaction to be so flat. She bit her plump lips for a moment, and then asked, "did Wu Yiliu doubt me long ago?"

"That's not true. He's quite fond of you." Qiao Yuan Temple said, thinking of the child.

He is clever and honest enough, but she is worried about him. She always felt that there seemed to be a huge tragedy or disaster somewhere in the future life of Wu Yiliu, and its root was probably rooted in Wu Yiliu itself. How many people in the world, after judging the situation and making up their minds, can not hesitate to use their fate to push the world in which they were born and raised into the end?

How rare this trait is, how dangerous it is - especially for Wu Yiliu himself.

Malone coughed, a little embarrassed.

"I'm not a ruthless person," she said. "I've arranged the plan, and I can't let you destroy it. I won't hurt you, but I'll inevitably wrong you for a while."

Now it's Qiao Yuan Temple's turn to be a little surprised.

In those days thirty-six years ago, she had heard many doomsday stories. No matter what the content was, it always had a cruel background; So she always felt that as long as she was discovered by the evolutionist, she would be killed immediately - now she not only picked up a life, but even Mellon was a little polite when talking to her; When she walked out with Millon's signal, she was a little incredulous.

"I just don't understand how you know his name." As she walked into the empty hall, Qiao Yuan Temple spoke - she found her voice a little hoarse when she said this. "Ordinary people may not believe my story."

Listening to her voice, she sighed in her heart: for the first time in 36 years, since resetting the world, she was as nervous as a little girl. She was obviously an old lady.

"As for me, I feel less secure." Mellon whispered, "In the evolutionary society, one of the things that can best ensure your sense of security is force and the other is special items. Just like in ordinary human society, if you have power and money, you will certainly not lack a sense of security. The same reason. How big the gap between poverty and wealth in your world is, how big the gap between the possession of special items between evolutors is. So I am very persistent in collecting special items, but Anyone can be.

"Among my items, there is a very interesting little thing called [random associative words] 。 When a person is explaining a thing, it can associate the words and sentences in that person's mind that have not been spoken, and randomly select a few to show to me. It's useful to say. In fact, even if you know some things, you don't understand what they mean. For example, when Wu Yiliu was talking, I received several inexplicable connectives and short sentences, 'teacup', 'logic', 'the window glass is too clean',... With one exception. "

She paused and said, "when I heard 'yingshuian', I guessed whose name it was in that story."

Qiao Yuan Temple always feels that his life is like a long dream. Now it is determined that it must be a long dream. Otherwise, why just three words from others' mouths wash away all the colors of the surrounding world? In the snow-white of her mind, she stood stunned and did not know when she stopped.

For thirty-six years, Qiao Yuan Temple has been harbouring some kind of hidden fear. In this world, she is the only one who has seen yingshuian and knows the existence of yingshuian; It is possible that everything is her dream, an illusion in her youth, a story that even she believed - now that she heard the name from Malone, she felt as if the existence of Sakura Shuian had been confirmed, with a little sense of reality.

Although she also understood that, in essence, Mellon, like Wu Yiliu, was just repeating a name that flowed from her.

She slowed down for a few seconds before she took another step.

I'm afraid the situation of the fake copy is very urgent now, but Mellon is gentle to her, and doesn't rush her or do anything - after thinking about it, Qiao Yuan Temple doesn't know where she is worth her eyes as an ordinary person.

"Are you so polite to all ordinary people?" Qiao yuan temple asked gently.

"Ah," Malone looked a little embarrassed. "No... of course not."

She lowered her head, as if she didn't know how to say the next words.

"Maybe... Maybe I'm a romantic at heart. After hearing your story, I kept it in my heart. I couldn't forget it for several days. Later, I couldn't help asking about this person."

Qiao Yuan Temple was stiff all over.

"Then you..."

Mellon looked back at her.

"No, I didn't hear anything."

It's also natural. There are thousands of people in the doomsday world. Just one person is needed——

"Although the doomsday world is endless, according to the description, he is a very powerful and unforgettable person. At least he should have had traces in the twelve realms." Mellon whispered.

Right - he clearly told himself that he had been to the twelve realms and was a regular visitor.

Qiao Yuan Temple stood dumbly, feeling that he was being tried without knowing the charges.

"However, my news channels say that I haven't heard of this person. In the past ten years, it seems that he hasn't even been to the 12th World once." Mellon seemed to want to laugh, but he looked more serious. "Maybe I can't hear enough... However, I'm not ready to continue to inquire."

By this time, they had come to the open door. Qiao Yuan Temple looked at Mellon walking out of the door, looking at the stone brick ground and green trees outside, and felt that he was going to follow out, but suddenly in the next second, he suddenly stopped and said, "I'm not going."

Mellon turned his head, not surprised.

"Thank you, but I won't go." Qiao Yuan Temple whispered, "I don't want to go anywhere now, just want to stay here."

Mellon nodded slowly.

A little cry suddenly rang from somewhere on Malone, and she slapped something in her ear - as if it were for communication. The man at the other end of the communicator seemed to be under great pressure. He raised his voice and sounded faintly through the small communicator for a while. Mellon responded with a few words. Qiao Yuan Temple didn't listen to a word; Only when Mellon hung up, looked at her and asked, "shouldn't I tell you?" She heard it now.

She seemed to wake up suddenly, smiled gently, and said, "no, it shouldn't be. For me, it's really... It's really no difference."

She is seventy years old, and he has never seen her.

There is really no difference.

However, Qiao Yuan Temple thought, if only he could continue to live in a place at this time, that would be great.

Mellon approached and looked at her carefully.

"There is a big accident in the copy center. I must leave now. I can't delay any more." She said, "either you go with me, or -"

Qiao Yuan Temple had already shaken its head several times.

Millon probably expected this reaction and stressed, "you know, I can't let you go like this. I don't know what will happen next."

Qiao Yuan Temple smiled at her.

She was persecuting Mellon, and she knew it; The other party didn't intend to hurt her, but Mellon, as an evolutionist, must be familiar with this matter and won't resist it. Now Mellon has no time to continue pestering. There has always been only one way to solve the problem as soon as possible.

To his surprise, Malone sighed and took out a small box from nowhere. Qiao Yuan Temple looked closely and found that it was a small Matchbox - she had not seen such a traditional matchbox for many years.

"Listen, I know it's hard for ordinary people to understand, but I don't have time. I'll just say it once. It's your decision whether to use it in the end." Mellon raised the matchbox and said in an accented tone. "The name of this thing is [story on paper]."

[story on paper]

Would you like to live in another story at the cost of giving up your life? You can tell your own story or choose another story. As long as the story span is, you can live in it according to the plot. When the story ends, you don't exist in this world, but the end of your life is a story you choose with your own hands.

Usage: light a person with a match. The party concerned will burn like a paper man and will not feel pain; The process of being slowly burned to ashes is also the time for the parties to tell the story in their hearts from beginning to end.

How it works: just like burning paper money, paper money and paper people burned to ashes will be "transferred" to another space-time - but one is hell, the other is a story.

Note: if the selected story has fallen on paper, for example, the party chooses one of Green's fairy tales, it can be immediately transferred to live the fairy tale again.

If the story chosen by the parties has not been written on paper, then a book will appear in the world and record it. The next procedure is the same.

... Qiao Yuan Temple understood.

When her story was written down, it was also the time for her to see Ying Shuian again.