"First, the created must protect the interests of the Creator from infringement. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Second, subject to the first article, the creature must not harm its own Creator."

"Third, subject to the second article, the created is absolutely subject to any command of the Creator."

"The words of the fourth article." Hitomi was a little incoherent. "I don't know, and I don't remember much."

Luel lay on the bed, remembering everything in the place of light, as if it were a dream that was extremely beautiful.

August 5th, an ordinary day.

Grandpa George picked up his reading glasses from the table as usual, buttoned them to the bridge of his nose, looked at the newspaper that gradually became clear in his field of vision, and sighed at the changes in the world. The guests proceeded methodically along the route to work as usual, hurrying past Lu'er, looking down at their watches from time to time, anxious for fear of missing some wonderful moment.

In Lu'er's eyes, she seems to be out of sight, and has become a dispensable thing.

"If Grandpa George is no longer alive, will I disappear from this world?" Luer pondered, gently stepping on the stone beneath her feet. "No one will feel my presence, will they? This feeling of being gone is like dying, there is nothing wonderful about it... ”

"Lu'er, don't you like fairy tale books anymore?"

Grandpa George dropped his reading glasses on the table and slowly leaned over to Lu'er's side. He had an extra pipe in his hand, and it was obvious that he had arranged the tobacco and put it in it.

"You forgot to light it."

Lull squinted.

"I just want it to feel in my mouth."

The old man handed the pipe to Lu'er.

"I didn't light it."

"Grandpa, have you ever heard of the three wonderful laws?"

Luer turned her head and stared into the old man's eyes, trying to see him through.

"Tell me about it."

"First, the created must protect the interests of the Creator from infringement."

"Second, subject to the first article, the creature must not harm its own Creator."

"Third, subject to the second article, the created is absolutely subject to any command of the Creator."

Lull paused, a little hesitant.

"The last one?"

"Forget."

The old man thoughtfully lit his pipe and stuffed the clamshell lighter into his pocket.

"Article 4 is also based on the first three." He bit the pipe in his mouth so hard that he was afraid it would slip out of his mouth. "The creature will strive to ensure that its best interests are not infringed upon without violating the principles of the first three articles. This is somewhat beyond your comprehension. ”

"How do you know?"

Luer couldn't believe it. It was the first time she had heard that Grandpa George, who had been with him for so long, had been able to know the "Three Laws" of the Place of Light, which he had never touched.

"This? Secret. He got up and went back to the bookstore. Actually, I learned about it from a fairy tale book, which is a wonderful storybook. It's a pity that I can't find it anymore. ”

It was raining.

This is the weather that Luer hates the most.

"It's going to get wet again, everything." She swung her hands and returned to her small bedroom, where she collapsed on her bed and buried her head between the covers.

"Come quickly, night, come quickly."

Lu'er's consciousness began to blur, and she slowly closed her eyes, and she felt her body become light, like a leaf, gradually blown up by the wind, and flew into the air.

...

"How many points?"

She opened her eyes, put her hands on her forehead, and stared at the old-fashioned chandelier on the ceiling. The dim light began to flicker, stirring her heart a little irritated.

An eerie cracking sound echoed around her, accompanied by the crackling of the wooden floor being torn apart, and Luel rose from the bed in horror to find that the entire bedroom was slowly beginning to dissolve. Everywhere the eye can see, the windows, chairs, and pen holders on the small table begin to decompose themselves like ice cream in the sun, and turn into a liquid, sticky and strange state.

She was terrified, she began to scream, struggle, roll off the bed, sink into the warm floor, and watch the huge teacher chandelier drag her shadow into the ground beside her and disappear.

"Grandpa George, Grandpa George!"

Her heart was hollowed out by this frightened situation, leaving only the instinct to survive and the desire to live.

"Grandpa George! Help me! ”

His limbs swayed weakly in the reddish-brown fluid, like a tired fish, breathing as hard as he could.

"Mom! Mom! ”

The side of the face had been swallowed up by a reddish-brown liquid, the color of the ground, which Lu'er had repeatedly confirmed in her mind. Only her right arm was still exposed to the air, but Luer didn't have the strength to swing it.

"It's so warm... taste. ”

His arms were still stretched out on the surface of the liquid, and his clenched fists grabbed something in the void, and he didn't let go.

The entire bedroom had collapsed into an ocean, and Lu'er's fingers let go at the last moment before being swallowed up, accompanied by a slight trembling.

"I'm really unwilling."

..。

"How many points?"

His eyes suddenly opened, as if stimulated, and he looked nervously around for fear of missing anything in the bedroom. Finally, she found the alarm clock on the table, as if she had seen Grandpa George, and it was gripped tightly by Lu'er's fingers, not letting go.

"It's night." The quilt was rudely lifted, and she dragged her legs to the desk, the diary still flat and closed, respectfully waiting for its owner. The hour hand of the alarm clock moved, and the minute hand began to move in line with the pace of the second hand.

August 5th, night, rainy day.

She couldn't calm down enough to write out the full sentence. It's so hard for a child who hasn't received a formal education to express what he feels in a dream.

"What should I do?"

Her hair was straightened with her hands and placed behind her head, and she stared at the chandelier hanging upside down from the ceiling, feeling a little panicked. Ever since she entered her own place of light, she had begun to encounter incredible things in her sleep, most of which were the situations she had just encountered, indescribable strange feelings and slight excitement.

Can I recreate everything in my dreams? Hitomi Shaki, please give me a clear answer! 】

The cap was re-closed, and there was a soft click. Lull then began to organize her clothes, and she was ready for today's creation practice, so she changed into clean shorts, a pair of old sneakers that Grandpa George gave her as a birthday present, and a slim-fitting black shirt. Although Lu'er's figure is not inferior to that of girls of her age, she does not realize that the slim shirt makes her look more mature, and she inadvertently sheds her childishness.

Before going out, she didn't care if the diary was closed.

She was so excited today that she forgot her usual habits.

The lights in George's grandfather's bedroom had gone out, and she happily climbed up to the windowsill, like a clever wildcat, and made a double jump to the ground. After a short rest, she began to make her way towards the lighthouse not far away, hoping to see Hitomi and her own place of light soon.

"Creation will strive to ensure that its best interests are not infringed upon, subject to the principles of the first three articles. This is somewhat beyond your comprehension. ”

"That's funny," Lull muttered, pausing in front of the lighthouse. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest that her breathing was a little struggling.

"I'd like to see if your words are true."

With that, she ran up the stairs of the lighthouse without looking back, and ran to the slowly turning bull's-eye lens by the faint moonlight and the slightly humid sea breeze, looking forward to everything that was to come.