They trotted down the street. Yaleriga walked lightly and ran at the front to lead the way, while Momolo grabbed Luo Binhan and moved together. This was obviously necessary, because there were so many strange and strange things on the street that Luo Binhan was dazzled just after running about ten meters, and he had no idea where he was.
"What is that cat?" Luo Binhan took the time to ask as they rushed past several stalls selling some kind of radish. The tubers that looked like radishes were screaming, and some were still singing.
Momolo shook his head innocently. Luo Binhan had no choice but to suppress his questions and wait to ask the magical Yaleriga later.
During the chase, they ran through three short streets, and the middle one was actually raining flower petals. When Luo Binhan emerged from the sea of flowers, he was already covered in flowers. He was choked by the strong floral fragrance and sneezed.
The black cat was small and nimble. Several times they almost lost its traces, but in the end Yaleriga always caught the black tail that flashed in the streets.
They gradually ran out of the crowded streets, and the surroundings began to become sparse again. At this moment, it became much easier to identify the black cat, and the distance between the two parties began to close. Despite this, the three of them still carefully chose the path under their feet, never invading areas other than the yellow brick road.
The black cat followed the same rules as them. After leaving the market, he only ran on the yellow brick road and never jumped on a tree branch or a roof. It seems to fully understand the laws of activity in this city.
The two sides were only half a meter apart, and just when Yaleriga was about to catch up with it, the black cat jumped up and jumped into the fork on the right. Yaleriga seemed ready to run in, but suddenly stopped. She stood at the intersection, forcing Momo Luo and Luo Binhan behind them to stop.
Luo Binhan was sweating, coughing, sneezing, and out of breath, but Momolo was full of energy and asked in a smooth voice: "Ms. Yalay, what's wrong?"
Yaleriga turned her head and looked at the street on the right. "It's gone," she said thoughtfully. "It went in some door here."
She looked around the street. The building on the left is far away from them and seems impossible, while the three buildings on the right closest to the intersection all look strange: the first one is a marble hall with a thick dome and round fluted columns. It is small in size, but It looks harmonious and solemn; adjacent to it is a public toilet, which looks like a common log cabin in the park; further away, it seems to be a theater.
The theater occupies more than three times the area of the first hall. It seemed difficult for the black cat to leave these three buildings and hide further away in that short moment.
Yaleriga wandered in front of the palace, she seemed to think that the suspicion was greatest here. Luo Binhan habitually looked at the building he felt most familiar with - the public toilet.
It was really a toilet in the style of his hometown. In the middle of the entrance was a row of public wash basins, divided into men's and women's rooms on the left and right. What puzzles Luo Binhan the most is that there is a miniature landscape fountain on the green space outside it. The outlet is a mermaid carved in white stone. Living water continuously overflows from the shell held by the mermaid. The gurgling spring and splashing jade beads make this public toilet very sentimental. Luo Binhan was almost fascinated.
He calmed down and asked Momolo in a serious voice: "People here are also divided into men and women... No, where does this lead to?"
Momolo shook his head in confusion: "No, Mr. Luo, this building didn't seem to be the same when I came last time. It seems that a new door has been replaced."
"Can the door be replaced at will?"
"As long as we get permission from the Lord of the Gate City."
Luo Binhan really wanted to know where this toilet would lead to. Just as he was scratching his head, a figure appeared on the street.
The other party appeared from the lowest steps of the theater and stepped into the yellow brick road. When he turned around, Luo Binhan saw Jing Huang's face full of depression.
Both sides looked at each other in shock. Luo Binhan stepped forward decisively, grabbed Jing Huang's hair and asked, "What are you doing? Are you acting against Biao? That dragon pretends to be a dog, but you pretend to be a cat?"
Jing Huang slapped his hand away: "What are you doing?"
"Confirm your crime." Luo Binhan said, "The cat is so poor, how can ordinary monsters do it? Don't try this trick, I will still recognize you even if you cut off your tail!"
Jing Huang looked directly at Yaleriga.
"We met a cat." Yaleriga said. She told the whole story very briefly, and for some reason emphasized that it was a pure black cat.
Jing Huang's expression remained unchanged. He frowned and said, "I didn't see that kind of thing. It went through the other door."
"Should we continue looking for it?" Yaleriga asked.
"It's not necessary." Jing Huang paused and said, "We bumped into each other anyway, so come with me."
He turned and walked around the corner, seemingly in the opposite direction to the original market. Luo Binhan felt a little surprised, but he still followed a few steps and asked, "What were you doing in that theater just now?"
"Looking for someone." Jing Huang said, "He's not there. He probably went to the top of the city for a walk again."
Luo Binhan turned his head and glanced at the exterior of the theater. It stands on marble steps. The wooden wall panels are old and dull. The lacquered gold-decorated iron door at the entrance is open, and there is a long dark red velvet curtain inside. Unlike other buildings, this theater never made any noise. Only the red curtain at the door swayed in the wind, as if someone was walking back and forth inside.
The theater is so classical and weird, and it doesn't fit in with Jing Huang at all. Luo Binhan couldn't help but poked him and asked, "Who are you looking for in there?"
"A coward."
"Then why are you looking for this person?"
"Ask for directions."
Such a short answer really didn't satisfy Luo Binhan. His mind was filled with doubts about this city at the moment, and he wanted to get all the answers out of Jing Huang's head right away. However, Jing Huang seemed to be in low spirits at this time, and responded to any of his words in a perfunctory manner.
They came to a very retro-style red phone booth, and Jing Huang pushed Luo Binhan inside. Somehow it was surprisingly spacious, enough to accommodate the four of them. Luo Binhan took a closer look and found that the walls of the red pavilion with glass on all sides could actually be pushed open. He was not sure whether the phone was purely a decoration.
Jing Huang lowered his head in the phone booth and pondered for a while, then took off the phone and dialed a number, then opened the door on the left and walked out. Luo Binhan followed closely behind, and after entering the yellow brick road, he found that the surrounding buildings were extremely unfamiliar: a leather shoe store (a small amount of newly arrived Pansapien human skin was obtained through formal trade channels, so hurry up if you want to buy), a glass greenhouse, and a pavilion with octagonal eaves. , beer hall (traditional brewing method, using only hops and the nails of the female of the tribe who are missing the age of three months!), and even a dome house that is suspected to be made of butter and hard candy, and the sound of heaven is coming from the house. singing.
"Where are we running?" Luo Binhan asked.
Jing Huang refused to answer. They walked a few streets and came across another phone booth that was very similar to the one before. This time Jing Huang dialed the number inside and opened the door on the right. The scenery after going out was very different from before. It was not just the difference in the buildings. Luo Binhan obviously felt that the whole environment was a little inconsistent. He just couldn't tell where it was.
It all became obvious when they walked out of the fourth phone booth. Buildings began to become sparse and low, such as ponds, doghouses, and weathervanes stuck in the earth. The yellow brick road is so narrow that only three or four people can walk abreast. When Luo Binhan raised his head, he was surprised to find that the sky was less than a hundred meters low, and the city reflected on it was clearly visible, with only a narrow yellow brick road remaining.
Jing Huang stopped looking for the phone booth. They just headed straight for the only path. The buildings soon disappeared completely, leaving only lush grass around them.
The sky became within reach, and it was covered with grass. Luo Binhan could even reach out and pick one off. It was as if they were marching through a dirt hole covered with weeds. When the yellow brick road reaches its end, even the vegetation stops extending. There was only a dark and deep cave left in front of them. Next to the cave lay a stone tablet with bright red words engraved on its surface.
Luo Binhan felt a little unsteady. He mustered up the courage to walk to the monument and look at those ferocious blood words.
The inscription begins with this description:
Dear foreign traveler, I welcome you to the Chengjian Garbage Station in person with great joy. As we said in the "Agreement", all the waste you create is not allowed to be left in the city, only here is it allowed to be discarded. Please purchase the corresponding classification labels before discarding so that we can adopt different destruction methods. To avoid misunderstandings, I will attach a detailed description of the classification method below.
Also: In compliance with the absolute prohibition of the Lord of the Gate City, I regret to inform you that the remains of intelligent race creatures do not belong to any kind of disposable items. You must cremate it completely or transport it somewhere else.
Another note: The text on this tablet was written with the bodily fluids of the previous person who violated the ban. I personally urge you to break away from stereotypes and have the courage to try so that I can continue to write more detailed classification rules.
