"High-energy active agent, No. 6, implanted in the remains of the dream body, dream pressure, 30,000 degrees. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"High-energy active agent, No. 7, implanted in the remains of the dream body, awakening from the dream, preliminary fusion."

"Undertaker, please decide."

Gray coffin, lined with Siren "corpses" on both sides. Countless pitch-black arms poked out of the coffin, slender and weird, shadowless and "invisible". In the midst of the black shadow of her arms, stood a girl, and above her waist, the ribbon of a white gothic dress stretched across her waist, and dozens of huge stopwatches hung around the ribbons.

"Singing creatures," George's glasses flashed a little disobediently, "it's not easy. ”

The corners of the Siren's mouth opened wide, and he spat out a small black glass jar and black blood, dragging it out, pointing straight at George's toes.

The stopwatch ripples with the sun's shimmer and constantly switches its rotational speed.

It is a clock with a stationary hand, and it is a clock dial that rotates on the outside.

Relative time.

The Compass of Life.

"High Energy Actives, Eight, Report Again."

"No need."

The woman looked at the kraken's slightly trembling body, and then looked down at the stopwatch hanging above her lower abdomen. Modern minimalist style, angular and hard, revealing a cold and rational that is extremely incommensurate with the flesh and skin.

Three minutes to go, three minutes to go.

Don't think about messy things, my mission is the work in front of me, and I can't do anything slack when exercising the glorious mission of the Black Tower.

She said to herself, black arms snaking through her short hair, and blood-colored gears slowly "walking" down the tip of her hat on her head and landing in the palm of her hand. An arm suddenly startled, and the originally silky surface instantly entered a stiff solid state, and with the crisp sound of the huge coffin behind him, Eight once again explained the situation.

"Dream pressure, 280,000!"

George reflexively opened his mouth. He understood that the other party had to say this.

"Get out of the way!"

George's voice was very strong.

There was only one woman among the people who did not retreat, as if she did not hear, only a slight movement of her toes.

"Seameye! Don't think that you can ignore discipline by hanging a [Dream Plate] on your waist! ”

"And where is its discipline?"

She pointed at the Kraken, who was gradually raising her head, with a look of disdain.

"Chanting things always have their own hearts, it doesn't come from our creation, no one rebels!"

"But there are always people who are dissatisfied with our existence."

George shook his head, straightening the blood-colored gear emblem on his head, contemplating what had happened to the Kraken at this moment.

The Kraken struggled to get up, only to find that the back of his body had been separated by his arms.

She herself is decomposing.

All in all, 2 minutes to go.

The stopwatch seemed to go faster, and the woman inadvertently glanced at the hands on her waist and gasped.

Is there a "time difference" that should not occur in relation to time? I've never seen anything like this, but there's a first time for everything, and I might be able to get a secret that doesn't belong to my branch. For the first time, countless firsts converged on me, but only a few firsts were able to arouse my interest.

Including physical.

Even life-like.

Although sometimes it can only happen once.

The arms began to retract, and the lid of the coffin slowly closed, making a dull sound of stones grinding against each other, like a muffled chant. The disassembled pieces of wood were neatly aligned and spliced upwards, returning to the place where they had originally moved, and the gestalt was beautiful, and the visual impact of the golden section weakened the Kraken in the center of the crowd.

The heavy coffin, located behind the Kraken, is as large as a black Buddha and shaped like a hill. There were hundreds of arms sticking out of it, sparsely flowing over the Siren's body, disappearing into the cross-section, burrowing into her body.

The two arms tried to support her to sit up, but it seemed that because of the weight, the arms suddenly broke apart, and the stopwatch on the waist of the seamble was so frightened that it was accompanied by a small exclamation of a woman.

Like a titan waking up from sleep, he squinted at the poet standing beside him recording myths.

Look, he wants to record a piece of his life! so that future generations may remember their name and the fact that they exist more than in the world.

The blood-red bones pierced the barrier of the skin, exposing the eyes of the seamless, George stretched out his left hand and clenched a staff that snaked upward, his wrist twisted slightly, but it burst out with an incredible torsion, like the wind, shuttling through the branches of the staff spreading out, coldly blooming with the destructiveness of gravity.

The Siren's raised arm was brought down again, leaving no room for resistance.

"10 seconds!"

She shouted, only to see George leaning down and watching its pale pupils shrink and scatter the snake's head all over the ground.

Incomplete and pitiful.

"Do you regret being born as a dreamer?"

The words of the Kraken are as thin as silk.

He wished that everything around him had stopped breathing, and only Zhong Chi, whose blood had sublimated in the explosion, was left.

"Banishment."

The huge coffin tore the lid open, breathing in the long-lost air, perhaps mixed with a small amount of blood.

For a moment, his arms wrapped around the body of the Siren.

For two moments, the arm tore the head of the Siren snake.

Three moments, arms hugging the eyes of the Siren.

"What did you hear at the last minute?"

George walked past the woman, straight as a parallel line, and crossed the words in his ear, eliminating the coffin and closing his mouth.

The curtain ends with the sound of the lid closing.

Dream Zone, Holy Land.

I never thought about such a cruel thing.

Lu'er said unashamedly.

Even so, our original intention will not change in the slightest, and it is not up to time to decide.

The Black Cross listened intently, Lolita's whisper.

Her wishes have not been told to you, which is also one of her responsibilities. Humans' instinctive perception of things that do not exist in reality makes them feel that the word "responsibility" has no effect and no meaning. Even so, everything in the dream zone confirms the non-existent value.

And for what it is!

The so-called meaning is equally valid!

"How difficult it is to determine the great value of existence and non-existence."

The little man's heart was rippling.

Human, forgive you for being young, and I will not have hatred and pity for you in my heart.

Looking at each other, Black Cross threw this sentence in her heart with her heart, and the small ripples suddenly shook a thousand meters of huge waves, crushing the last inferiority complex and stubbornness. The little hands behind her straightened her, but they still couldn't stop the psychological pressure that pressed her to the ground.

Luel had never been so depressed.

Could it be that the thing that killed my mother and myself was nothing else, but those unexpected happiness?

"Lu'er, what's wrong!"

Chika held my arm, as if afraid it would break. The stream lamp stared at Black Cross viciously in silence, but her trembling lips betrayed the fear she had suppressed inside.

The cause is that Lolita's wish is fulfilled by external factors, and it is targeted to satisfy, resulting in the fulfillment of her [meta-wish] - [no longer lonely].

As a result, Lolita's dream body, "Long Eye", lost the resources it needed and was forced to lose the [quality] of the dream, causing it to disintegrate.

Symptomatically, the black cross strengthens the desire resources of the "long eye" with a sleepy brain circuit, preventing it from disintegrating again.

"There is no definite time for this to happen, not only is it unpredictable, but it will come to your door, and that's when you don't pay attention to this strange world the most." Lolita's eyes opened slightly, but she saw only a blur of light and shadow. "You're lucky this time, but I can't be there all the time."

Is that the gene of dreams?

The spiral aroused Hitomi's interest and magnified his fear to the limit.

When will it die?

When will it perish!

Melt-in-your-mouth worries, and it tastes like bitter coffee.

Mengdian thought it through.

The taste of dreams.

It's so "sweet"!

"Dream Book [White Cross], we don't have much time together. You have deceived many ways, but you look down on me, an honest solipsist, what kind of world and senses make you so?"

The lantern in his hand was loosened by the five fingers, and the process of falling was long and arduous, until the ground shattered into a crystal glass flower, and Mengdian's tears never flowed.

"So rampant!"

The light in the glass flower peeled away the endless darkness around him, and the whole world lit up, there was no breath of despair at all, but it was full of suffocating joy, and the pressure grew rapidly to the point that the shrinking pupil covered his temples, and Qian Ge narrowed his eyes, and the flow light lowered his head in fear. The owner of this joy knelt a few meters beside Lolita, pulled out the spiral body in his hand and crushed it violently, and the bandage flew out lightly, revealing the sympathetic nerve [surgical circuit] that had been hidden under the red change embroidery - black bones, red blood vessels, and non-stop perisquial.

"You."

The four of them spread out and took in the scenery around them, but their brains couldn't find the words to explain the existence of all this.

"When."

The bandage drooped over his long hair, and the moment he turned around, the black cross tattoo on the black cross back was impressive.

Salvation in one capital case, punishment in one lower case.

"to come back to heaven."