Nothingness.

A void.

No black, no white, nothing.

When the symbol of death is embedded in the process of cognition, the consciousness is burned for no reason in the sweet dream, and everything is like a stuck machine.

It can't work.

But the world still exists.

Reality is on the other side.

The mind is still running tenaciously after the shadow of death.

Ning Yuan heard a voice.

“…… Error ......"

“…… Code 0x122345......"

"Open your eyes! Ning Yuan! ”

"Open your eyes!"

Open......

He slowly opened his eyes.

The sky was grayish-white, dotted with black stars, like soot on white paper, and the Milky Way was like black ash rubbed into threads on paper.

Gray sky, black starlight.

The world is like an old photograph that is reversed, with a special charm.

The city looms in the gray-white mist, and the tall buildings are flickering with lights, colorful lights.

The light distorted in the thick air, like ink drops on soaked rice paper, staining the world in front of him and Ning Yuan's retina.

Where is this?

Ning Yuan looked blankly at the scenery around him.

The high-rise buildings in the dense fog are dark, and the neat and orderly lines of the city break into radioactive arcs at the edges after penetrating the fog, like a forest splashed by an ink artist with a brush.

Solemn, elegant, and with an illusory and ethereal taste.

Such a perfect, psychedelic, bizarre sight that one can't help but be immersed in it.

It's just that the ubiquitous fishy smell in the air is too out of place.

The vultures hovering in the sky let out a few loud chirps from time to time, and their cries were terrible and tactful, piercing the space.

Vulture......

Ning Yuan could clearly see the sharp eyes of the vultures, they must have come in search of food.

The smell of fish is so pervasive that vultures must have used it as a playground.

Fishy smell?

He was deeply puzzled.

Where's the fishy smell?

The shop next to the street is a memory of his childhood.

He often buys a few packets of spicy noodles and a bottle of drink here, and then goes to an Internet café not far away to fight for the night.

Sometimes, he has more pocket money in hand, and he will buy a few more packets of potato chips here, and the owner of the Internet café also takes good care of him, and every time he comes, he will wipe the keyboard for him in advance......

It's a peaceful and quiet town, where does the smell come from?

It's clearly ...... Earth......

Where did the earth come from?

A strong sense of dizziness hits, and the whole world of ink and wash keeps changing, like a scoop of boiling water spread on rice paper, splashing this gorgeous 'Qingming Riverside Picture' into a postmodernist stylization.

The elegant ink painting style, and the postmodernist Fauvist painting style, collided like a comet hitting the earth in Ningyuan's retina, and the exploding ink and oil paint flooded, blurring all the scenes.

Ning Yuan couldn't help but cover his head and snorted in pain.

In a trance, he suddenly saw a monk.

The monk is barefoot in the muddy ink, dressed in a shabby cloth robe, and carries a five-colored prayer flag on his shoulder.

As he walked, he reverently chanted sutras, kneeling on the ground and prostrating every three steps.

The wind blew through the city, blowing up the prayer flags on his body and rattling.

When he walked to Ning Yuan's side, he suddenly stopped chanting, turned his head, and looked at Ning Yuan with a shocked expression.

"You, you...... Why do you exist? ”

"Huh?" Ning Yuan frowned and looked at the monk suspiciously: "What are you talking about?" Do you know where this is? ”

The monk did not answer this question, but looked at the sky: "Mo Fei, Mo Fei is ...... here"

"What are you talking about?"

"My Buddha, why did you lie to me?" The monk cried out in grief, he took the scriptures out of his bosom, sprinkled them on the ground, and shouted, "This is the Infernal Hell, the Infernal Hell......"

The scriptures fell to the ground in a mess, and Ning Yuan picked one up and looked at it.

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when he walks in deep prajna, he sees all the wealth in the world and overcomes all suffering. The wealthy, the few who seek the truth, know that there is no ...... infernal beings."

Isn't this the book "Prajna Prajna Sutra of Prosperity"!

Ning Yuan raised his head again, and found that everything was gone, and only some inky vultures were left, gnawing on them...... Own bones.

It turned out that the monstrous smell turned out to be the smell of his own blood?

Suddenly, several violent roars rang out from not far away, buzzing in his ears.

What was that?

In his confusion, a childish female voice sounded beside him.

"Gunshots...... Ning Yuan, this place is dangerous, let's go quickly. ”

"Let's go!"

Ning Yuan looked at his side suspiciously, and found that at some point, a purple-haired little girl suddenly appeared beside him.

She wore a shabby black sweatshirt that was large and covered most of her legs like a skirt on her body, and she wore two different shoes on her feet, one leather and one sneaker.

The shoes were very large, and the little girl tied them with ropes to her ankles, so that she could barely walk.

At this moment, she took her hand and looked anxiously not far away.

"Let's go, brother!"

"I, you......"

Ning Yuan raised his head, his expression dazed.

The world has become the world of ink again, and the corner shop is still there.

Unlike just now, the quiet and peaceful streets were filled with panic and riots, and piercing screams came and went.

"It's ......"

Ning Yuan's head began to hurt again.

He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he didn't.

Sirens sounded at the end of the street, and several young men in riveted jackets and miniature submachine guns ran out of the commissary.

Holding packets of spicy strips in one hand and miniature submachine guns in the other, they screamed as they fired at passers-by.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here! Get out of the way! ”

"The spicy strips are ours!"

"Hahahaha! This is how we Zuan people say hello! ”

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"Forgive Xma, your emperor is back, hahahaha......"

"I'm going to play Galen!"

They roared excitedly and raced towards the end of the street.

Behind them, the shopkeeper ran out with his stomach in his hands, and within a few steps he fell to the ground, muttering two words in his mouth.

"Help, help......"

When he fell, he was exposed to a hideous wound on his back.

The high-velocity bullets swirled and tumbled in his abdomen, ripping open the muscles in his back and taking part of his spine with them, and a flock of vultures came and landed on his wounds, gnawing at them.

This is......

"Brother, let's get out of here." The purple-haired little girl took Ning Yuan's hand and said, "This piece is completely messed up, we have to change places." ”

"I'm ......" Ning Yuan lowered his head, looking at his immature little hands and the child's body, and countless doubts arose in his heart.

At this moment, his dress is even poorer than that of a purple-haired girl, the clothes on his body are torn more than ten small holes, and the lower half of his body is a large pair of jeans, and his trouser legs are piled on the ground, and they are all hairy.

The shoes on the feet are also very torn, and through the upper, you can see the young toes buttoning in and out of the shoes.

I, how did I become like this?

Who am I?

I......

These doubts just rose in my mind, and then disappeared in the next moment.

As the gunshots rang out, there was only one word left in his mind.

Disorderly.

Riot.

A large number of SWAT officers began to emerge on the street corners, wearing uniforms, one with blast shields and the other with Type 95 rifles, slowly closing in on the rioters.

With a few crisp gunshots, the thugs fell to the ground.

"Ahh Forgive Xma, your emperor is dead! ”

"I'm @¥#¥, you XxXX......"

“…… Cognitive defense mechanism is being activated......"

“…… Damn it! I'll kill you, ah......"

After killing the prisoner, the armed police quickly took control of the scene and calmed the panicked people, and then the ambulance arrived to treat the wounded.

Repression.

"The police did a good job this time." The purple-haired girl said in surprise, "Normally they have to fight with the criminals for half an hour. ”

Ning Yuan asked, "Huh? Half an hour? ”

"yes, the streets are full of gangs, and the police don't care about it." The purple-haired girl said: "The Yuanxu Police Department has limited funds and has no medical insurance, so they are reluctant to join the gang. ”

Fire and.

Faction.

Sporadic gunfire rang out from the corner, and several black vans appeared from around the corner, and when the doors opened, dozens of people with tattoos on their faces walked out, guns in hand, and fired at the police.

"Such a big battle...... Ning Yuan was surprised, and then said: "Uncle police will definitely be able to solve it, after all, their duty is to protect the people." ”

The armed policemen quickly formed a defensive formation, opened fire on the rioters, and some policemen in civilian clothes began to evacuate the crowd in an orderly manner.

Although the armed police also suffered casualties, they formed a solid shield wall to protect the people behind them, and used their own arms to protect the safety of the people.

"Brother, do you have a watt in your head? This is Striated Street! ”

"Here, the police department is supported by neighborhood taxes, and their job is not to protect the people, but to maintain law and order, and they never do anything beyond the scope of their salary," the purple-haired girl said. ”

"Striated Street?"

"yes, the most chaotic street in the lower district of Bravel." The purple-haired girl smiled bitterly: "After a while, they should negotiate with the gangsters, cease fire, catch a few painless little people, and ensure the appearance of law and order." ”

Striated Street.

Street of Riots.

A violent roar resounded through the streets, and a bright firework ignited at the corner of the street, making Ning Yuan dizzy.

He couldn't help but cover his head and vomit.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice.

“…… Cognitive defense program initiation failed ......"

“…… Rebooting the system ......"

"What's wrong, brother? What happened to you? The purple-haired girl asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?" ”

"It's fine."

Ning Yuan shook his head, raised his head, and found that the uniforms of those policemen had changed, no longer the ones in his memory, but the uniforms of the Yuanru.

At this moment, the police and the gangs have ceased fire and are openly negotiating on the streets.

"The economy has been sluggish these years, and I can only make three packs of spicy strips!"

"Only three packs? Are you kidding? There must be a little bear crispy noodles! ”

"Shall I give you two barrels of Mrs. Kang?"

"I'll kill you with three punches, farmer!"

“……”

The air became more cloudy, and the vultures began to hiss excitedly.

The fishy smell is even stronger.

Behind the fishy smell, there seems to be some slight sweetness.

"Brother, let's go." The purple-haired girl said: "It's not a good thing to be targeted by the strips or the gangsters. ”

After speaking, she took Ning Yuan's hand and walked towards the other side of the street.

"That's right."

In the process of walking, the purple-haired girl seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked, "Ning Yuan, where are you now?" ”

"Where am I?"

Ning Yuan scratched his head suspiciously: "I'm not...... Is it here? What's wrong? ”

"It's fine."

The purple-haired girl shook her head, she hugged Ning Yuan, and said with a bitter expression: "Brother, you are my only support." We must live. ”

"Live?"

"Brother, this is Hengwen Street, there are countless gangs of all sizes, and there is blood everywhere in the fire every day for the sake of territory." The purple-haired girl lowered her head and said, "I'll protect you." ”

“……”

Ning Yuan was silent for a moment and said: "Is it because there is no pillar industry, the people are generally poor, and in the high unemployment rate, in order to eliminate the surplus population, can only roll up the war?" ”

"You ......" The purple-haired girl looked at Ning Yuan in surprise, and after being stunned for a while, she touched his skull: "Brother, when did you become so smart?" ”

Ning Yuan scratched his head: "I, I don't know." ”

"Alright, let's stop staying here." The purple-haired woman smiled and said, "Dinner hasn't been settled yet, I wanted to steal the commissary, but now I can't." ”

Dinner.

After the gunfire passed, the Lanzhou ramen restaurant near the commissary also reopened, and the smell of hand-pulled noodles wafted through the streets.

Not only the ramen restaurant, but also the grilled lamb shank shop next to it also lit up a fire, and the aroma of fried skewers and lamb shanks was permeating, which made Ning Yuan drool for a while.

"Sister, let's go eat ramen, ramen is very cheap, twelve yuan a bowl."

"I think you look like ramen." The purple-haired girl knocked on Ning Yuan's skull and said depressedly, "Where did we get the money?" ”

"I think I can pick it up." Ning Yuan scratched his head: "On this street, there are quite a lot of people who scatter money, and I can often pick up a few." ”

Suddenly a strong wind blew in the sky, and dozens of red bills fluttered in the wind and landed on the inky and dirty streets.

"What do you think! Everyone uses digital currency, where does the money come from? The purple-haired girl was speechless and said, "Brother, you can't be suffering from any mental illness!" ”

Digital currency.

Virtual economy.

Foam......

The red banknotes in the sky disappeared in an instant, turning into colorful soap bubbles.

Along with it, there are also high-rise buildings under construction in the distance.

"Huh?"

Ning Yuan's face suddenly fell: "Then, what should we do, sister, I'm hungry." ”

"I can't help it if I'm hungry." The purple-haired girl shrugged: "Let's take a look at the supermarket over there, maybe we can steal a snack to eat, but the security over there is quite strong." ”

"Do we have to steal?"

"If you don't steal, are you going to rob it?" The purple-haired girl waved her hand and said, "We don't even have a gun, how can we go to the gun?" ”

Gun?

A drone flew in from the sky, carrying a gun vending machine underneath.

It landed lightly on the street, and started the machine, and suddenly the loud broadcast resounded through the street: "Bianxing Beacon is on sale!" G11 automatic submachine gun sold at half price ......"

Ning Yuan asked suspiciously, "Don't we have parents?" Are they watching us both hungry? ”

Not far away, two figures walked slowly.

One figure is tall and cold, the other is full of tenderness.

They stared at Ning Yuan, their eyes filled with concern.

"They don't know where they're dead! I guess I was thrown into the abyss below. The purple-haired girl said angrily.

There are no parents.

Orphan.

In the distance, the two figures turned their heads and stepped into the darkness around the corner.

Abyss......

The ink on the ground is more intense.

"What about the orphanage? What about welfare agencies? Ning Yuan asked, "Where can we go......"

Before Ning Yuan finished speaking, the purple-haired girl interrupted him: "Do you want to be taken away and make some black films?" ”

Black film?

Restricted-grade videotapes?

The pedestrians on the street suddenly became fierce.

"The welfare agency that said last time that we were adopted was not just a black film factory!" The purple-haired girl frowned and said, "There are also those rich people who do charity, the video says that they donated millions, why can they only receive two chocolate beans in the welfare facility?" ”

"So what do we do?" Ning Yuan asked in a bit of a panic.

"It's definitely not enough to rely on the charity of well-wishers, if we can steal some valuable items and sell them, we will have money to buy guns!" The purple-haired girl looked at the sky and said with a look of reverie: "With the gun, we can not be bullied, we can go and get more money, maybe we can buy a master controller!" ”

"Valuables?"

Value.

Next to the roast leg of lamb shop, a gold and silver jewelry shop quietly opened, with two exaggerated dolls in front of the store, doing promotional activities.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, it's discounted! It's on sale! Sir, don't you want to pick out a piece of jewelry for your lover? ”

"This young lady, you are so beautiful, we ......"

Ning Yuan was attracted by the sound of promotion and asked, "Let's go get ......"

"Do you want to be shot by an automatic machine gun in the shop?" The purple-haired girl said speechlessly, "Even if you steal it, what can you do?" Can we sell it? If we can't sell it, those jewelry will kill us! ”

"I know, I'm guilty." Ning Yuan scratched his head: "Then what do we steal?" ”

"Soap, soda, laundry detergent!" The purple-haired girl smiled and said: "The group of homeless people under the bridge need this the most, we can hurry up and exchange some money, and I heard them say that it seems that there is a law recently, if you don't catch small crimes, I don't know if it's true." ”

"Okay, okay." Ning Yuan rubbed his stomach and said, "Let's go to the supermarket." ”

"Remember, if someone finds out, let's run." The purple-haired girl said seriously, "If I am caught, you leave me alone." ”

"Ah, why?"

"Stupid, you can't beat those people!" The purple-haired girl said, "Don't worry, I'll be able to run away." ”

"Then sister, can we find a kind person to take it in?"

"Everyone has no money, who will raise children." The purple-haired girl said helplessly: "Those rich people don't look down on the two of us." ”

"Well, how can we not wander." Ning Yuan asked, "I want a big house, I want delicious ......"

"Join a gang, I've heard that some gangs take in children."

"Let's go to the gang."

"That place eats people, you think you'll eat and drink well when you go there? They're going to brainwash you, with cheap cockroach cakes and nerve agents, to brainwash you into a human bomber......"

"Wow, that's scary!"

"It's ......"

……

More and more colors emerge on the muddy ink paintings, and the tall buildings in the distance are no longer ethereal backgrounds hidden in the thick fog, they gradually have materials and substances.

The blurred faces of pedestrians on the street are also becoming more and more staring, with more face plates and makeup.

The float shuttled back and forth in the sky, and the blue-purple tail flame shone in the sky.

This bizarre dream city is becoming more and more real.

A monk in ragged clothes stands on a tall building, his five-colored prayer flags dancing in the wind.

He looked in the direction in which Ning Yuan had disappeared and sighed softly.

"After all, it's still like this."

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