Balmon X: [I should report something to you]

Moon Chi Symbol: [What's the matter?] 】

Balmon X: [Omer. Linton got food poisoning and was taken to the hospital]

Moon Chi Symbol: [? 】

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The same information is also transmitted in the information network of the symbolic family.

As for a certain person who plays billiards, the subtlety of receiving information from a certain old lady drinking tea, and whether he will talk to the granddaughter of the scandal center, it's another matter.

It is believed that a certain Tachyon Miss has already tweeted on umastagram lamenting the magic of Guinea Pig King, and Aite has commented on the pitch-black skyscraper of each other.

It is destined to be forwarded among many big names with many fans.

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Dreams are fanciful things.

Dreams that are not interfered with by the source energy and instruments can even become the inspiration of the creator.

But at the same time, dreams are also things that reflect reality.

Even if it is not interfered with by the source energy and instruments, the dream itself seems to have traces.

As the saying goes, thinking about things day and dreaming at night, it may refer to this familiar neighborhood.

And a sublimator who has a foundation in the cultivation of source energy should be more likely to break free from the dormancy of the subconscious than ordinary people.

From realizing that you are dreaming.

and then to realize who you really are.

Finally, lucid dreaming is fully lucid.

These three stages depend on the room for mental struggle.

The young man instinctively made it to the third stage, but his form was not ideal.

Standing at a crossroads in a daze, the young man vaguely felt that he was dreaming.

But it seems that a large part of the memory is missing and cannot be recalled, only a deep depression is pressed in the heart.

He looked at the road in front of him and could recognize it as a necessary route from home to middle school, and at the same time a section that he didn't like very much.

Surrounded by countless buildings, it seems to be a steel forest that can temporarily obscure the daylight, and under the shadow there are only a few advertisements and broadcasts on the big screen as a light source.

Under the light source, there is a lot of traffic.

And in the midst of that traffic, the young man just stood still.

Looking at the crowd, I also crossed the screen.

It looks like a picture of monsters raging, with cherry bangs fluttering in the background.

Like a report on the experiments of the brown-haired horse lady, the box left for the dialogue describes in a pompous font what kind of madness will be at the end of faster-than-light research.

It seems to be recording the running shot of the chestnut red-haired horse lady, and the pilot is marked with the intense warm-up below.

There were also several screens showing breathtaking competitions, and the confrontation between brown and tricolor seemed to be a distant thing, which made him feel a little nostalgic and confused.

There are many things that I can't remember, but there seems to be something that should be remembered right now.

He pondered and was overwhelmed by the crowds, and heard the release of "SSSS, Carrotman" reported on a screen somewhere. The score of "The Beginning of the Original" is unfinished, the emotionless pitch-black skyscraper is toppling, the exploration of extraterrestrial life is beginning to bear fruit, and astronaut Bi Ze named the new life the Golden Ship......

“？”

An emotionless pitch-black skyscraper?

Who?

All kinds of confusing language are intertwined, and the first thing that young people notice is the word that seems to be a nickname in a report.

Strange prefix like a living being.

But if it is a living being, why is it described as 'poured'?

Are you a living being, or a building!?

He was more serious, but he also heard the horns of countless vehicles, and even heard the shouts of the crowd:

"Run! It's a monster! ”

"It's a crazy beast of Dr. Faster! Where is Carrot Man!? ”

"Hah! Ha~ha~ha~!

No 駄 no 駄! This is my latest masterpiece from Dr. Faster-than-Light! Chaton! （）”

When the young man heard this, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the voices, and saw the shadows that were far greater than the tall buildings.

It looked like a three-headed girl dressed in a monster puppet costume, but she was dozens of meters tall, and although she tried to pretend to be vicious and hideous, she only looked cute.

】

Overhead, there was an unreadable figure, carrying a loudspeaker and shouting something.

It's just that no matter what you're shouting, it's not as straightforward as the huge girl with heavy dark circles, but the volume is huge:

“……”

The "......" crowd seemed to be still for a moment.

If you don't want to speak, you can't open your mouth......

The pronunciation of such a sentence is so good that even young people who have not been able to figure out the situation are a little caught off guard.

But as if recalling something, he subconsciously said:

"Cafe?"

And the huge girl who was hundreds of meters away seemed to hear this, and her dark golden eyes turned her head to look at her were stunned.

As soon as he took half a step, he fell to the ground like a flat fall.

"Eh, eh!

！ It was as if someone was screaming overhead.

And he seemed to be Alzheimer's, and subconsciously stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help each other.

Of course he couldn't hold on.

Not only the difference in volume, but also because of the distance between each other.

The huge girl fell directly to the ground, but it didn't bring a noticeable tremor to the ground, because she directly shattered into a sea of pitch black—

Literally, swept everything.

There is no point in running, and passers-by and children who are not stunned know to run while screaming, but they will still be swallowed up by the dark waves.

He didn't run away either, because he smelled the familiar aroma.

That's coffee.

Mellow and ......

Evil......

The young man frowned suddenly, and a second before he was engulfed by the black wave, he turned around like a reflex arc and wanted to run.

In the evening, the milky white in front of it was swallowed up by pitch black, like latte art in coffee, but it actually came from a wisp of white in front of the huge girl's original forehead.

Capture him along with the pitch-black whole.

He drowned in it, and in that suffocating feeling, there were more indescribable negative feelings one after another.

It's like a drug hidden under the sugar coating, and it is uncomfortable to explode at the moment of contact.

He remembered.

He remembered who he was, remembered his missing memories, but white dots appeared in front of his eyes, and auditory hallucinations began to ring in his ears.

It's like being in the stars, and someone in the universe is singing.

Singing about one universe, two universes or something, and other sounds with lakes mixed in.

It gave him a splitting headache, and he just wanted to close his eyes and close his hearing.

It may still be possible to change to reality, but in dreams, blocking mental contact is obviously a delicate technical job.

So these nightmarish auditory hallucinations are always inevitable, with some suspiciously familiar cries:

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

What are you doing, is anyone invading our world?

The noisy universe, the dizzy universe, Omer gave up thinking like driftwood, floating in the pitch-black liquid, but soon felt a wisp of coldness coming from his forehead.

Pushing aside the countless chaotic coldness, it came from a finger and the black-clothed horse lady suspended in front of him.

Manchester City Café, looking at him, tilted his head: "... Trainers? Are you catching up on sleep, too? ”

"Catch up on sleep?" He was stunned.

The stagnant thoughts were re-energized by these words, and the turbid universe was even more stagnant and shattered.

Omer woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a group of people looking at me.

"Are you awake?" Akane greeted.

"You've become a horse racing girl... Ah! Suzi said in pity, and then was slapped by Omer raising his hand.

"Attempted to confirm master status." There was a rare palpable concern in Bourbon's eyes.

"Mr. Linton, are you alright?" A somewhat unfamiliar girl with brown hair and blue children was also asking.

"You are?" Omer was a little puzzled.

The doctor beside her was also looking at him, and then looked at the tablet in his hand and said, "It looks like there is no problem, and the value is also stable." ”

"You guys talk to the patient, and call me if you have any questions."

With that, he walked out of the ward, and then was greeted by a black-haired young man at the door: "Doctor, about payment..." ”

"Okay." The young man responded, then looked into the room, and when he met Ommer's eyes, he nodded politely, with a little apology on his face.

"Huh? That's me! "You'll stay here, Dragon."

"Uhh

The expression on the same eye is even more awkward.

Of course, Omer could understand why he was embarrassed, because he remembered the beginning of the story very well.

The cup of coffee that made his eyes black was brought by the other party!