Baalmon x: [There is something I should probably report to you]
Yuechi symbolizes: [What's going on? 】
Baalmon x: [Omer Linton had food poisoning and was sent to the hospital]
Yuechi symbol: [? 】
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The same information is also transmitted in the information network of the Symbol Family.
As for the subtlety of a certain table tennis player and an old lady drinking tea after receiving the information, and whether she would tell the granddaughter at the center of the scandal, that is another matter.
What is certain is that a certain tachyon lady has already posted a tweet on umastagram lamenting the magic of Guinea Pig, and Aite's dark skyscraper commented on it.
It is destined to be forwarded among many big figures with many fans.
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Dreams are the stuff of imagination.
Dreams that are not interfered by source energy or instruments can even become inspirations for creators.
But at the same time, dreams also reflect reality.
Even if there is no interference from source energy or instruments, the dream itself seems to have traces to follow.
As the saying goes, what you think about every day and what you dream about every night may refer to this familiar neighborhood.
Sublimators with a foundation in source energy cultivation should be more likely than ordinary people to break free from subconscious dormancy.
From the moment I realized I was dreaming.
Then realize who you really are.
Finally, there is the lucid dream of complete lucidity.
These three stages depend on the room for mental struggle.
Youth can reach the third stage, but his condition is not ideal.
Standing at a crossroads in a daze, the young man vaguely felt that he was dreaming.
But it seems that a large section of memory is missing and cannot be recalled, and there is only a deep depression in my heart.
He looked at the road in front of him, and he could completely recognize that it was a must-pass road from home to middle school, and it was also a road he didn't like very much.
There are countless buildings around, like a steel forest that can temporarily block the sunlight. Under the shadow, there are only a few advertisements and broadcasts on the big screens as light sources.
Under the light source, there is a lot of traffic.
But in the bustling traffic, the young man just stood there.
Looking at the crowd, I also glanced at the screen.
It looks like a scene of monsters raging, with cherry-colored bangs fluttering in the background.
For example, there was a report about the brown-haired horse girl's experiment, and the dialogue box described in exaggerated fonts what kind of madness would be at the end of super-light speed research.
It looks like a recording of a chestnut-red haired horse girl running, with the intense warm-up of the pilot marked below.
There were also several screens showing breathtaking competitions. The confrontation between brown and three colors seemed to be a very distant thing, which made him feel a little nostalgic, but also a little confused.
There are many things that I can't remember, but there seems to be something more that I should think of immediately at this moment.
He lowered his head and thought, and was overwhelmed by the crowd. He even heard reports on a screen somewhere about the release of "ssss, Carrot Man", the ratings of "Ajamus. The Original Beginning", and the emotionless dark skyscrapers. It is dumping, and the exploration of extraterrestrial life has achieved initial results. Astronaut Bi Ze named the new life the Golden Ship...
"?"
An emotionless dark skyscraper?
who?
Various confusing languages were intertwined, but the first thing the young man noticed was a word that seemed to be a nickname in a report.
The strange prefix looks like a living thing.
But if it is a living thing, why is it described as "falling"?
Are you a living being or a building? ?
He was serious, but he also heard the honking of countless vehicles and the shouts of the crowd:
"Run! It's a monster!"
"It's actually Dr. FTL's crazy evil beast! Where is Carrot Man!?"
"Ha! Ha~ha~ha~!
No bets, no bets! This is the latest masterpiece of my doctor FTL! Tea! ()"
The young man turned around when he heard the words, looked in the direction of the voices, and saw the shadow that was far larger than the tall building.
It looked like a three-headed girl wearing a monster puppet costume, but she was dozens of meters tall. Although she tried hard to pretend to be ferocious, she only looked naive.
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There was an invisible figure standing above the head, holding a large loudspeaker and shouting something.
But no matter what he was shouting, it was not as straightforward as the words of the huge girl with thick dark circles under her eyes, but with a loud voice:
"..."
"..." The crowd seemed to be still for a moment.
You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to speak…
Such an excellent pronunciation caught even a young man who had not understood the situation a little off guard.
But as if recalling something, he subconsciously said:
"Cafe?"
But the huge girl who was hundreds of meters away seemed to hear these words. She turned around and stared blankly with her dark golden eyes.
As soon as he took half a step, he fell towards the ground as if falling flat on the ground.
“Hey, hey, hey!
! "There seemed to be someone screaming above the head.
As if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, he subconsciously stretched out his hands as if he wanted to support the other person.
Of course he couldn't hold on.
Not only the size difference, but also the distance between them.
The huge girl fell directly to the ground, but there was no obvious tremor on the ground, because she directly shattered into a dark ocean——
Literally, it took everything by storm.
There is no point in running away. Even passers-by and children who don't stand still know how to run while screaming, but they will still be swallowed up by the dark waves.
He didn't run away because he smelled the familiar fragrance.
That's coffee.
Mellow and...
evil……
The young man suddenly frowned, and a second before he was engulfed by the black wave, he turned around and ran away like a reflex arc.
In the middle of the night, the milky white in front was swallowed up by the darkness, just like latte art in coffee, but it actually came from the original wisp of white on the forehead of the huge girl.
Capture him together with the whole body of darkness.
He was submerged in it, and in that suffocating feeling, more unspeakable negative feelings emerged one after another.
Like medicine hidden under sugar coating, all sorts of discomforts explode at the moment of contact.
He remembered.
He remembered who he was and his missing memories, but white spots appeared in front of his eyes and auditory hallucinations began to ring in his ears.
It's like being in the stars, and someone is singing in the universe.
Singing about one universe, two universes, etc., there were also other lake-like sounds mixed in.
It gave him a splitting headache, and he just wanted to close his eyes and close his hearing.
It might be possible in reality, but in a dream, shielding spiritual contact is obviously a sophisticated technical job.
Therefore, these nightmarish auditory hallucinations are always inevitable, accompanied by some suspiciously familiar calls:
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
What are you doing? Is someone invading our world?
In the noisy universe, the dizzy universe, Omo gave up thinking like a driftwood, floating in the dark liquid, but soon felt a ray of coldness coming from his forehead.
The countless chaotic coldness came from one finger and the horse girl in black suspended in front of him.
The man in the Manchester City Cafe looked at him and tilted his head: "...Trainer? Are you also catching up on your sleep?"
"Catch up on sleep?" He was stunned.
The stagnant thoughts were restarted by these words, and the turbid universe was stagnated and immediately shattered.
Homare woke up.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people looking at him.
"Are you awake?" Akane greeted.
"You have become a racehorse girl... Oops!" Tatuko said sneerly, and then Omo raised his hand and patted her.
"Trying to confirm the master's status." Bourbon had a rare and obvious concern in his eyes.
"Mr. Linton, are you okay?" A somewhat unfamiliar girl with brown hair and blue hair also asked.
"Who are you?" Omer was a little confused about who this was.
The doctor beside her was also looking at him carefully, then looked at the tablet in his hand and said, "It looks like there's nothing wrong with it, and the values are very stable."
"You guys should talk to the patient. If you have any questions, call me."
After that, he walked out of the ward, and was greeted by a black-haired young man at the door: "Doctor, it's about payment..." "Oh, you come with me too."
"Okay." The young man agreed, then looked towards the ward. When he met Omer's eyes, he nodded politely, with a hint of apology on his face.
"Eh? Then me!" "You stay here, Longme."
"Uh..." The young man with brown hair and blue clothes wanted to follow, but was stopped at the door and glanced at the ward awkwardly.
The expression when they met her eyes was even more awkward.
Of course, Homais could understand his embarrassment because he remembered the beginning of the story very well.
The cup of coffee that made his eyes darken was served by the other party!
