"Lala, today's business," the girl was walking lazily down the street, her shawl fluffing up and down with her shoulders staggered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info: "That's great. ”

Wu sighed that time had passed, and the Shrinking Eye had already received a second dream body, or a lovely creator. I don't know if I'm a little nervous, and I don't know if it's the love plot that's doing tricks. A little bit of long-term nostalgia for gluttony, the purpose of coming here is a little vague. But the least the shawl can tell you is about your dreams, and the extent to which your wishes have come true. On the other hand, the apron on the shoulder limits the degree to which you can dream.

The whole street is blue, far from the center of the town, leaving a bitter quiet, no alleys, only two or three pedestrians moving in the street. In front of you, there is a bus, double-decker, with a light blue shell, but the inside is white and clean, without any decoration.

I'm not in a hurry to go home today.

Pendant around the neck, swaying from side to side.

She thought.

Then take a walk, the moonlight during sleep is very charming, and it can be regarded as one of the beautiful scenery in the dream world. In addition to the moon when sleeping, there is also the [Sea of Knowledge] of the Black Tower and the [World Tree] of the Dream Realm. The latter is the best manifestation of the subconscious. As the brain center of the entire dream world, the [World Tree] is a place that many tourists go to. The population of the dream world has not changed much, but according to the latest news released by senior researchers, the number of creators in the dream world is still steadily increasing, and it seems that the world on the other side is also developing. When will I be able to find the so-called other half, when will I be able to build my own home, anyway, no one has seriously thought about this problem, isn't it all the attitude of being at ease with what happens, why should I think about such a complicated thing alone.

Dad has already said that making bread delicious is already one of the most complicated things in the world.

The girl passed by the street, and the deserted street made her feel cold.

The sound of crackling mechanical gears came from far and near, and a white cat, twisting its body, crossed the side of the street, looking at itself. With a mechanical skeleton that is completely exposed, a swirling and scaled pupil, and behind it is a paper ball brain the size of an apple. The rest of the parts are indistinguishable from normal cats, except for the tail that appears to be more unique - cartilage and false hair made of origami.

Paper ball brain? Very few people would create something like this, it is simply the stone carving art of the retro period, with a hint of steampunk.

The brains of the paper balls are usually written with the characteristics and action plans of the creatures to which they belong, and more complex ones have specific neural reflexes and action-oriented mechanisms. She leaned close to the cat's face, sensing faint burn marks under the cat's face. The cat was very well-behaved and not panicked at all, so it naturally made the girl relax and use her hand to remove the scar under the soft hair.

Yikes! The scar glows.

She took a step back in fright, her cloak subconsciously wrapped around her chest, and her eyes looked around.

The cat was a little confused and barked softly. The girl covered her mouth, and no one noticed the girl's action, which was an interesting interaction with a cat.

"Hey, you're so weird!"

The two cat's eyes narrowed, but the girl felt like it was trying to see her thoughts. As I have experienced "over there", this animal is the most eccentric. Whether it is myths and legends or real records, cats are hooked with "mystery", and the knots that cannot be broken even by death are harmed by those stories. The saliva in his mouth was finally swallowed, and before he knew it, his attention was on the cat.

The cat replied, but the paper ball turned up, and it was also looking at itself as best as it could, inside and out, turning over and over.

"You're thinking?"

It was silent, next to the girl's ankle, making the girl squat, and caressing its back with its hands, it was simply a living creature born for favor, with its own little domineering.

"I see."

The cat's back is delicate and smooth, and only the vigorous hair makes the girl feel that the creation in front of her is majestic and arrogant. Because if an animal's body is soaked in too much imagination, then its owner must be unusual. My fingertips have felt it, and I have touched the color of desire hidden deep under the epidermis.

Having settled down, the girl followed the cat and took a step, wrapping the shawl around her shoulders more tightly. It's a cool feeling, but it's not biting, but a gentle immersion, a little bit of coolness that penetrates into the heart. The street lights are flickering, and it's almost time to sleep. The sun lurks in the west, and the cold reflects its body on the white dove that streaks across the sky. The cat looked up at the girl's chin, and the paper ball brain became more and more impatient, dripping and spinning.

"How far is it?"

The cat cocks its tail, looks to the right, does not move for a long time, gaffes, meditates. [In the symbolic performance of dreams, the right represents justice, marriage and prostitution ****]

She was in the middle of the street surrounded by houses, lonely, helpless. Countless windows sprinkled paper, sprinkled with water, and pens of various styles jumped out of the windows, fell to the ground, and pierced the ground, pouring the little ink left in the body into the skin of the earth. The paper filled every part of the girl's field of vision, forming a lazy book, which strangers could reach out to catch it, and would not beg anyone to study it.

The cat is gone.

The white cross held the black cross and stepped out of the crack in the wall.

The brick wall closed silently, and the performance ended without a trace.

The eyes finally relaxed, and the tension ended.

"From the Holy Land, by the words of Hypnos, for help, and for mercy." The other party lowered his head and his long white hair covered his entire face, which was an alternative sign of shyness?

"We're under attack," Field's face exploded as he finally raised his head. "Request to be taken in, from the Dream Classic."

Dream Classic!

"These pages record a small part of my "Dream Classic", the key, the information." Finally speechless, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he turned around, revealing the blood-red seal on his white back. "This is, white cross, my expression."

"I see! I know! ”

The two of them collapsed together, the black cross barely leaning over, and the blood in his mouth stretched out, growing along the veins of the cracks in the stone slabs. The vision was blurred, and the withered technique on the back of the white cross was left with only the striking, monotonous tattoo. It's not an option for me after all, I just want to tear it off and tattoo it with a smiling cat.

"Thank you very much."

Field looked sideways and saw the hand of the Black Cross sunken into his chest strangely, and he was scared for a long time. The rest of the way, they avoided the crowd and disappeared into the town's most inconspicuous alley, silent except for bellows-like breathing.

It's nothing short of torture for the ear, a different kind of loneliness.

And what can break this atmosphere is probably the white apron and chef's uniform made by Field on the black and white cross.

And the original latent sunlight has come out of the shell, and it has also spread its wings, and it has been opened again, and it is a dream when sleeping.