Chapter 1888

... although he was woken up by himself from his afternoon nap, the man in red in front of him had a good temper.

Lin Sanjiu looked at each other for a few eyes and thought secretly.

A few minutes ago, she watched as the window of the room on the first floor was pushed open, and a bare foot protruded from it. She thought she would see a strange looking man again, but she didn't expect that when the man came out, the strangest thing about him was that he didn't wear shoes.

The man was between thirty and forty. He was thin and slightly arched his back. His skin, eyes and finger tips were dry and yellowish, as if he had been dried up by the smoke he had smoked for many years.

"Let's go together," said the red T-shirt, drooping his eyelids, patting his trouser pocket. He didn't know what he was looking for. "Are you new here? I'll show you the way."

Lin Sanjiu raised his eyebrows. There are quite a lot of enthusiastic people here?

"Oh, forget, and confiscate it." The red T-shirt turned to himself, walked to the billboard of the motel, and put a hand on the post.

Without even a perceptible gap, the whole Motel suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the open space in a daze. In a sudden surge of confusion, the little voice of sharp intuition was still subtle and clearly reminding her, don't ask, don't ask.

... it's not surprising to put away a house that may be special. The problem is that the effect of special objects, like her evolutionary ability, is either asleep or dull; Even the thread left by [the loving mother of weaving clothes] on her waist, although vaguely felt as if it was still there, had long been invisible.

If other people can use goods like him... Their situation is much worse than previously thought.

The red T-shirt obviously didn't notice her surprise; He put away the hotel and stood on the road. He yawned happily, his mouth seemed to close slowly, and tears were squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Gone," he wiped his eyes, shuffled his feet, and turned to the road.

Lin San Jiu didn't move anywhere.

"Why go in this direction, that is, to participate in the symposium?"

Looking back, the red T-shirt still looks like being smoked by life.

"Ah? Should it be? Isn't this the direction of the Symposium..." he scratched his face and admitted, "I don't know."

Anxiety, like a hot needle, pierced Lin Sanjiu's heart.

She has too few clues. Maybe the fat man turned somewhere on the road when he came, or he might have actually gone to the symposium.

For Lin Sanjiu, who doesn't know anything at the moment, it doesn't make any difference where he goes next; Whether her decision to follow up was right or not could only depend on luck, but she knew later.

After all, following a local, at least has the opportunity to inquire about information.

"I haven't participated in the symposium before," she asked, walking a few steps behind the red T-shirt and looking at his back, "how about you?"

The red T-shirt didn't seem to care that his back was exposed to a stranger. "It's not surprising that you look inexperienced, just like a newborn. I have participated in it several times in the past 40 years, not to mention you."

More than 40 years? Lin Sanjiu glanced at him.

Like 5.85, she can't see any great strength in him, which is probably the level that can be seen everywhere in the streets of twelve circles. Maybe they, like themselves, are slow in evolution?

Lin Sanjiu wished he could be more anxious.

Just after searching for fat men for more than ten minutes, she found that this feeling of "ability to sleep" was so natural that it even made her not anxious. Her combat power has been suppressed for several times, but she has never been the same as now, as if her body was soaking in a hot bath and could not help relaxing - if she didn't deliberately think about it, she would almost forget that she still had combat power.

"Not many symposiums?" She asked thoughtfully.

"In recent years, there has been a little more. How could I have had a chance to hold a symposium before?" A pair of barefoot red T-shirts hit the ground, but the soles of their feet were not dirty. "Although I'm slovenly, in fact, I'm a more progressive person who focuses on improving myself... Some people are arrogant, believe that they are the best, and refuse to listen to other people's experience..."

He seemed to be easy to say and spread out in all directions, which hit Lin San Jiu's heart. After listening for a while, she understood that what he was going to attend seemed to be an activity for people to exchange and learn from each other - it was really a symposium worthy of the name.

Lin Sanjiu searched for the fat man in his field of vision again and again, thinking about the symposium in his heart. There are many people in the symposium, so it should be more convenient to inquire about the whereabouts of the puppet master; What's more, there must be clues that can reveal where they are in the information they exchange and study - even if there is no shadow of puppet master on the road, I'm afraid I have to go and have a look.

As the red T-shirt went for a while, the clue may not be available for the time being, but she had another discovery that she didn't know whether it was important or not: the people here seemed to be very peaceful.

Whether you know someone or not, when you see someone on the road, your red T-shirt will nod with the other party - for the first time, Lin Sanjiu almost thought that he was meeting with his friends and was finally going to do something about himself.

5.85 is obviously not a special case; When others saw her, their attitude was also very friendly, and they greeted her from time to time, "are you new?", "Ask more if you're not used to it", "say anything if you need help"... Some are enthusiastic, some are polite, and some are shy and friendly, which is like falling into a paradise.

But how do they know they are new?

Lin San Jiu rolled this question in his stomach several times, and finally did not ask.

They didn't seem hostile, but she still didn't dare to talk much. Sharp intuition is not a guide; When she is uncertain, she would rather be cautious and close her mouth into a clam shell.

As the red T-shirt said, almost all people who go in this direction go to the Symposium; As they walked, the shadows in front of them gradually gathered. With more people, the buildings, street lights and roads began to look more and more decent. Unconsciously, Lin Sanjiu looked around and found that he had paced in a small town.

This small town seems to come from a noisy brain: strange, lively and vibrant.

The wooden Western pub in the gold rush era is next to a cement gray travel agency office; Clowns with decolorized makeup and worn-out clothes sell a string of dejected balloons on the street; A few children sat in front of a gloomy abandoned house and counted the worms they caught; Suddenly, the swimming pool with a large piece of ground was torn open, and there was no buffer nearby. If the driver of the truck stopped by the roadside stretched out his feet, he could fall into the water.

"Oh, I'm impressed with the person you said."

When Lin Sanjiu heard the fourth person, the other party finally gave an answer that made her heart thump.

"I walked here about ten minutes ago. Alas, I haven't seen such an ugly one since I lived for so many years." While wiping her hands on the apron, the aunt thought and said, "like you, she is also a newcomer, right? Why don't you choose a better looking one when you make friends? It's so annoying to meet each other at ordinary times. But I don't know where he went. I was looking for eggs at that time. I looked up and glanced at him. I just saw him standing at the street corner, fiddling with something in his hand, as if it was used to imprison people."

"Prisoners? How do you know?" Lin Sanjiu leaned over and could hardly wait to rush into her memory to see it with her own eyes. "What kind of thing? Is there anyone in it? What kind of people are there?"

Aunt was stunned, as if she was afraid of her sudden bite. "It was quite far away, so I glanced... Anyway, there was a big mass floating in the air, and I couldn't see it clearly, but it seemed that there was a black figure sitting there? When I found the egg and looked again, the person would disappear."

Too, too smooth?

"That's good,"

When Lin Sanjiu was so excited that her hands and feet were hot, the red T-shirt that had been waiting patiently beside her seemed to accompany her with a sigh of relief and said, "it's so close that with your ability, you can find it as soon as you find it?"

I always feel that these two days I've written a little bit intermingled. It's just word formation, sentence making, sorting, art and science. Don't be awkward. The sentence in the middle means that I don't know the psychological activities of the fat man. I still turn it from English in my head... Sometimes the first idea of writing Chinese comes out of English, and writing English comes out of Chinese. Anyway, writing anything is like taking underwear as a bedspread. The material is not enough, and I want to get another one.

As soon as the puppet division left the field, the heat has suddenly dropped a lot recently. This makes me a little wary. I usually warn myself that I can't walk the Puppeteer hard for popularity (although he does play the most), but I still focus on the story line.