a desk for writing, a rotary office chair, and a computer with no power;

A single mattress bed, a comfy sofa for contemplation, and a treadmill that is also unpowered.

This is Shen Yan's own dream space, Shen Yan is awake and not dreaming, of course there will be no one in the house.

But the room is not quiet, not only is the rhythmic and deafening music playing-

There is also a very social Libra with a very social wing!

And a crystal ball that rolls happily!

The abbreviated "rock" group!

The postures that the six relatives did not recognize, as the door opened, seemed to hear the sound of "Gaba", and stopped abruptly.

The crystal ball attaches to an anticline plane, pretending to be stationary;

Libra breaks a yoga pose, pretending to be balanced......

Shen Yan squeezed his eyebrows with his fingers, what kind of sin have I done (hearing this question, all the heavens and all the worlds were stunned), and you want me to meet these two goods? He felt a pain in his head and wanted to leave the door!

"You ......"

"Boss, I want to kill you!" The crystal ball jumps up first and makes a flying pounce.

Shen Yan held the crystal ball with his hand, I understand, this is the old version of the small barrier, and it has nothing to do with the new version of the obedient cute and cute little barrier!

"Shen Yan, you're back." The Libra girl took the opportunity to say hello and straightened her shoulder.

"Tell me, why are you here? Xiao Barrier said first. Shen Yan asked straightforwardly.

Under the dream, everyone is equal. Intelligent beings have the right to dream, and according to the division of strength, the supreme artifact Libra girl can also have a place in the place of dreams, so as not to rub the place in his dreams.

"Boss, you're so nice to me!" Xiao Jie said happily, "You may not believe it, but you ...... it first."

"Stop!" Shen Yan's head began to hurt again, "If you answer incorrectly, your qualifications will be deprived, and the following questions will be answered by Libra!" ”

This is the way to deal with the small obstacles, and if she is not allowed to speak, she will definitely be noisy. It's better to let her speak, and then grab the pigtails of nonsense and silence them directly, so that even a small obstacle has nothing to say - parents are becoming stronger in the battle with the bear child.

"It's really you who called us, I mean the other you, who looks more evil than you...... Okay, I'm not verbose," Libra Girl is a knowing eye, and immediately made a long story short. "The other one is you doing plane trading, Xiao Barrier is responsible for checking out and collecting money, and I guarantee that the transaction will go smoothly."

Libra pointed to the side......

Shen Yan turned his head and saw a familiar fireplace.

The fireplace that had been placed in the temple guard room appeared in Shen Yan's dream for some reason. In the flames of the fireplace, narrow "doors" were formed one after another, and a parchment scroll that had not yet been thrown into it rested on top of the fireplace.

Shen Yan raised his hand to take it and opened it, only to see that it was written in divine script (which can conjure all words):

"Money and goods are both available, and everything is needed."

Shen Yan only felt that his eyes were dark, and Shen Yan ...... You're a pit!

It's a pit in a dream!

*****

“Give me a kiss to build a dream on

And my imagination Will thrive upon that kiss……”

The radio on the bus was on, and the red light on it flickered in the dim light of dusk. Blues singing with electronic rustles fills this quiet corner.

It was a bus that could not be seen as it was, and it was a wreck many years ago.

Greasy sludge was piled up in the corners, the wheels and the cushions and wood in the compartment had been completely removed, and the sides had been superimposed with several layers of canopies to turn into covers, which were riddled with bullet holes...... If it weren't for the steel aisles and the seats arranged horizontally along the windows, it would not even be recognizable as a bus.

But now, the radio station with the replaced tube is playing music without any problems.

“Give me a kiss before you leave me

And my imagination Will feed my hungry heart……”

The bus was in a good location, with her window facing the Washington DC plaza, the monument in the distance, and the Lincoln Memorial in the background.

Front, the afterglow of dusk is casting a long shadow over the ruined monument, past the countless mutated corpses on the battlefield, casting the spire on the peeling paint patterns and the fallen soldiers lying in the car.

Inside the car, soldiers in armor lay on the ground and on the seats in various positions, brass shells, polished magazines, AK47, M4, 56...... During the scattering of their weapons. The diagonal iron floor is solidified with dark red blood stains, which in the quiet twilight look like a warm oil painting.

“When I'm alone with my fancies

I'll be with you Weaving romances……”

The last soldier in power armor in the car sat in a chair in the back seat, quietly listening to the radio song. The gun rested against his lap, and the red glow of the cigar next to the helmet flashed in the dimly lit car, like a car radio.

Blood gurgled from the torn cracks in the steel, dripping down the waist and thigh armor and dripping into a stream beneath the chair.

In front of the bus, huge mutants with Gatlings, M2s, bazookas, and hammers, salivating mutant dogs, and cultists dressed in human skins poured into the square from one side. "Whew-whew-" they, continuous heavy breathing, almost connected into a dense dusk fog;

On the other side of the square, glowing, bloodthirsty, white-haired zombies poured out of the buildings and entered the square from the other side. The water was trampled through, and the corpses floating in the pool were kicked away.

The monsters gathered and put their feet on the thick corpses to refill the space under the monument.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, there was a surge of people, just as many, many years ago.

The monsters made their way towards the silent front, towards the only bus that played faintly, Hisoka.

“Oh give me your lips For just a moment

And my imagination Will make that moment live……”

Shaking the armor steel boots to a halt to the rhythm, the last warrior fumbled and pulled out a ...... from the power armor's backpack Parchment? Although the paper was stuffed at the bottom of the backpack, it was still pierced by bullets in a small hole, and half of it was still covered with blood.

However, the blood was dark red and dry, wiped clean except for the texture that had seeped into the texture, and it was clearly not from today.

The bloodstains obscured the mysterious text on it, but it made it readable to everyone who looked at it, and it didn't matter if they weren't even literate. The warrior held the cigar close to the parchment, and the light of the cigarette butt illuminated the lines of names written on the edge of the paper: "Sean, Mike, Wang Hu, Qiu Shaojun, Motoki Takei, Calvin......"

This piece of paper has been passed on to the hands of countless people, most of whom have died, but the parchment is still intact, like a thought.

His hands trembled slightly due to the excessive blood loss, and he reluctantly wrote his name.

By the way, still need money?

He shuddered and pulled all the ...... out of his pocket The bottle cap, resting on parchment...... Is this really possible? Or need dollars? Renminbi? I don't know, everyone who passes down the parchment, doesn't know if it's really useful.

But this paper is like a hope, passing from one person to another, passing the last light of the end times.

"Smack-" The trembling body caused the little pencil to roll off his lap and fall to the floor, then the parchment and bottle cap on his lap. He tried to reach for it, but the dizziness of the blood loss forced him to stop.

In the haze, the warrior seemed to see that the paper flying in the air seemed to be burning.

The bottle cap didn't fall to the ground with a thud, but turned into light in the air - light?

Large hazy spots of light, swimming on the retina, made the warrior wonder what he was seeing. By the time he tried to look, the paper had burned and fallen to ashes, and the car was once again in darkness.

The soldier leaned against the wall of the rear compartment and saw the last little afterglow of the sunset, obscured by the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall.

The world is completely dark.

Isn't it useful?

Just as they were dying, the warriors saw the blue sky light reappear, saw the triangular pyramid-shaped sci-fi spaceship fall from the sky, and saw countless lightning towers glow up the sky! Seeing the monsters that have bred in the last days lie down like mowing grass, the burnt white dust rising into the sky......

The warrior didn't know if it was real or if it was a fantasy he had seen before he died, but he hoped it was true.

Wish......

“Give me what you alone can give

A kiss to build a dream on。 ”

The song ended, and the warrior closed his eyes.

The radio flashed, and a puff of black smoke came out of the strong electromagnetic field, and it burned again.