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A little light filtered through the glass window into the dimly lit room. I sat up and looked out the window. The Buddhist gate building is not very high, so it is still easy to see the canopy directly. It's not quite dawn yet, but I'm not going to sleep again. If I enter the dream world again, I'll have to spend an extra yellow bead to come back.

Most of the pollen was stuffed into the Yanshi, so I kept a few of them, and the number was so limited that I really didn't dare to try more.

Although the number of cold people in the holy city is relatively small, there is still a layer of frost on the windows, which is hazy and unreal.

Suddenly an eyeball floated outside the window, staring at me through the thin frost.

It's big-eyed!

I was somewhat pleasantly surprised, I hadn't seen them in a long time.

I don't know if it's the eyeball that used to like to play chess with me. I dug into my backpack and remembered that I didn't bring the marker pen with me at home.

I pondered for a moment, and drew a few grids in the frost layer on the windowpane.

Heat knowledge: Frost is often formed on the inner surface of glass windows.

The full, round body of the big eyeball shook twice and moved to the center of one of the lattices.

Well, it's basically confirmed, this is the big-eyed ballball who likes to play chess, is still bad at chess, and doesn't recognize it when he loses. So I used my fingers to scratch the frost layer and talked to the big-eyed hand-

I haven't played for a long time, and my chess skills are a little rusty, but obviously my chess skills are better than those with big eyes. It plays tricks by covering the grid I've gone under. It's funny, chasing me from my house to play chess. Thousands of miles to send chess friends, the gift is light and affectionate.

Just as he was about to change the glass and make another plate, the big eyeballs with split eyes suddenly looked to the side in unison, quickly merged into one, and quickly slipped away.

What's going on?

I walked out of the house and found the abbot passing by.

"I never thought that the benefactor would be earlier than the time of the court." When the abbot saw me, he seemed a little surprised, and said, "I don't know, but the dwelling has been leaked and not rested?" ”

"Ah, it's not ......," I thought for a moment, not intending to tell the abbot about my entry into the dream world: "I just woke up and walked around the city." ”

"Then it won't bother." The abbot then departed.

I don't know what the entrance hall of Buddhism means, but it looks like it's very early. After all, the sky is just dawning now—

Anyway, don't Buddhist monks don't need to sleep? Smart machines don't need to sleep. In this way, they will spend a lot more time than other species to participate in meditation and enlightenment, and in addition, they are intelligent machines without distractions, so it is no wonder that the entire Buddhist sect is almost entirely robotic. I don't know how Master Yang, as the original sheep, achieved something on the way to Buddhism.

I carried the cicada cage at the door and walked out of the Great Electric Music Temple with the black cat.

Probably because it was just dawn, there were not many people on the street. However, the various signboards are bright and green, but it looks like there is a bit of a prosperous atmosphere.

Groped all the way to the north gate, and on the way, I saw what was so powerful in the holy city.

I don't know if I've entered a shopping street, but the street I'm on now is full of people selling goods. Some shops yawned and opened their names to open, while most of them were closed.

I saw a sign in a store that sells/rents all kinds of hair and hair products, and I thought I wanted to buy some raw wool and go back, so I walked in.

The boss was a human, and he seemed to have just woken up, so he didn't greet me much.

I glanced at the shelves...... Good guys, not only the hair of the original sheep and wolves is sold, but also the hair and hair of people. To be honest, I don't really understand, is there any other purpose for this thing than to make wigs?

I bought a bundle of raw sheep wool and planned to go back to make a bed. As a result, the store said that the payment needs to be made in currency. However, he saw that the bulb I had taken out was in very good condition, and reluctantly agreed that I would exchange a few bulbs for the large bundle of wool.

The currency of the Holy City is a black, round, flat lump, somewhat like a battery, of an unknown material. The shopkeeper said that one of my bulbs of this condition would sell for five or six pieces of holy gold—the name of the black piece.

However, he added that if I didn't plan to stay in the Holy City for long, there was no need to trade it for currency, because high-quality light bulbs and batteries were also hard goods.

It just so happened that the backpack had consumed some supplies, and it could barely fit the newly purchased wool. The black cat was lying on it, looking very enjoyed. Indeed, who wouldn't want to lie down and sleep on it.

After buying the mattress materials, move on.

As I walked around a corner, I noticed a very small storefront. On its signboard, the two big characters "fortune telling" are written in a very beautiful font. There is also a row of small print below: "No charge, no guarantee"

Hey, that's interesting.

So what makes a profit? Tipping?

The shopkeeper sat in a small pavilion-like shop, looking very refreshed, very different from the other shopkeepers who yawned.

"Hello...... Uh...... "I was just about to say something, and I looked at the shopkeeper, but I was surprised to find that the shopkeeper's eyes were different from ordinary people.

His eyes seemed to be heavy and heavy, with concentric circles of pupils, as if he had some strange illness. One word popped into my head – double pupils. It's a rare phenomenon, but I've heard that very few people have this kind of strange eye.

"Hello, guest." He said with a smile, and the four large and small pupils of the heavy pupils stared at me: "You're here to count your name." ”

"How do you know?" I was surprised. He actually guessed—actually figured out that I had come to ask for a name?

Good guys, there's something.

"It's a simple thing." He smiled and said, "Your name is the hard thing to count." You should know that here - here is not very friendly to life with names. ”

"That's right." I nodded. Hearing this, he can't figure out the information related to the name?

"But there are some things that can tell you and save you some trouble—" he said, "The core area of the Holy City is not open today, and you can't get out." And the water mountain is gone now - it's useless if you go. ”

"The gates are not open today? Why? I asked curiously. Is there any strange rule in the Holy City that the gates should be opened every other day?

But the man didn't seem to be in the mood to answer the question. He waved his hand and said, "You'll find out in a moment - can you give me a light bulb to play with?" ”

It's a weirdo.

I think he's obviously some real guy, and he's just asking me for a light bulb - I'm not short of this stuff anyway, so why not?

I handed him a light bulb and looked like he was interested in it and couldn't put it down—I was too embarrassed to disturb him again.

Hmm, what's next?

After thinking about it, let's go to the North City Gate to take a look.

The gates were closed—not because they were too early to open, but it was already morning, and the streets were beginning to be filled with passers-by.

I asked the guards guarding the city gate, and then I learned that there was a magnetic storm today, and it was not appropriate to go out, so the city gate was not opened for the time being.

Magnetic storms, a special weather phenomenon in the wasteland - Generally speaking, the arrival of magnetic storms means a good harvest of batteries, but they seem to be somewhat harmful to living things. When I was still at home, I could harvest many, many batteries per magnetic storm. But I didn't think it had any special effect on my body.

It seems that if you want to get out of the city, you will have to wait until at least tomorrow.

The fortune teller's first "prophecy" came true, and the gates would not be opened—the second ...... Most of them didn't run

But how could the water mountain be so good?

I can't help but think about my experience in the dream world......

Could it be...... Because I?

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