You knew that you were asleep, but your mind was clear. You sat up in your own body and bent your thumb against your arm with a light, vigorous effort. It did not hurt at all. You looked around and started to lose the distinction between dream and reality.
Lin Sanjiu was now in such a situation.
She raised her hand and touched her face. Her face was empty, and the lips-shaped waterskin was gone.
The thick, grayish-white fog rolled and filled the air. She squinted her eyes — or rather, she felt that she was squinting her eyes — and scanned her surroundings. Vaguely, she felt that she was the only person in the world.
She stood up and took two steps when a gentle female voice suddenly rang out, scaring her.
"Please sit down. Your Reverie Libretto is being generated now."
Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment before she sat down. She sat alone in the fog and waited nervously for a while. Finally, the female voice spoke again, "Thank you for your cooperation. Your Reverie Libretto has been generated. The following is the introduction to the Reverie Libretto. "
As the female voice spoke, the fog gradually dissipated. The sky was a pure, dark blue. The evening sun shone in the air, bringing with it the dry smell of autumn leaves.
Lin Sanjiu looked down and realized that she was sitting in a Volkswagen with both her hands on the steering wheel. The smooth streets, the green trees, and the low-rise houses slowly passed by her from both sides of the car window.
When she realized that she was driving, she was so shocked that she almost hit the curb. When she stopped the car, the gentle female voice said, "You have traveled across half of the country. You must be tired after driving for the whole day. In the evening, you drove into a small town called Peanut Town, looking for a place to stay. The temperature today is 51 degrees Fahrenheit. The population of this town is 799. "
"Wow, this is a really small town," Lin Sanjiu thought. Logically speaking, it was impossible for her to meet all 799 people in a single dream. Strangely enough, as soon as the female voice finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu felt a sudden chill. She reached out to turn on the heater and the heater.
She held her breath and waited for a while, but the female voice did not speak again.
"Is this the end of the introduction?" Lin Sanjiu restarted the car and continued on her way.
According to the introduction, she should find a place to rest now. However, she stuck her head out and looked along the way. The small shops on the side of the road had already turned off their lights and closed. After driving for more than ten minutes, she did not see a single hotel.
She drove into a residential area, rolled down the window, and called out to a woman who was walking her dog, "Hello!"
The woman turned around. Her messy blonde hair draped over her shoulders. It seemed like she hadn't dyed her hair for a long time. She looked exhausted. Perhaps it was because she had been dragged by the pit bull all the way here. Her eyes were swollen and her expression was kind. "Hello."
"I want to find a hotel to stay in. Can you show me the way?"
"We don't have a hotel here." The woman shook her head and suppressed a yawn. "No one comes to our town. Old Borg used to run a hotel, but it's closed now."
Silvan had told Lin Sanjiu that each person had their own script, and each script had its own story. Lin Sanjiu did not expect that her story would come to a dead end so soon. "I can't sleep in the car, can I?" She smiled bitterly.
The kind but tired woman seemed to understand her situation. She nodded sympathetically and walked away.
"You are ignoring me?" Lin Sanjiu was stunned. She was too embarrassed to call out to the woman again. Even if it was just a dream and the woman wasn't a real person, Lin Sanjiu still had a habit that was ingrained in her bones. She did not want to bother others again and again. Besides, it was not a matter of life and death.
"Please note that the people who appear in your libretto are not necessarily fake," the female voice said suddenly. It was like a ghost that was staring at Lin Sanjiu's mind. "In this pocket dimension, the libretto of the participants will be randomly connected to each other."
'In other words, I might run into other posthumans in my dream.'
As Lin Sanjiu thought about it, she circled around Peanut Town again. Sure enough, there was not a single B&B.
"Hello," Lin Sanjiu suspected that the woman's words were some kind of hint, so she called out to a man who was carrying a shopping bag. "May I know where Old Borg's house is?"
She knew it was a little suspicious for a stranger to ask for the address of a townsman, but the man answered without hesitation, "Turn right in front and go straight to the third house."
When she left, the man gave her a friendly smile.
Following the directions, Lin Sanjiu soon found Old Borg's house. She hesitated for a moment before she knocked on the door. After a few knocks, an old man with gray hair and a red face answered the door. It was Old Borg.
"I'm sorry, but my hotel is closed," he said with a dry smile after he heard Lin Sanjiu's explanation. "Goodbye."
With a "dang" sound, the heavily shut door almost hit her nose.
"After all, this is a dream, not a game," Mrs. Manas suddenly said, "Maybe there is no hint or no hint."
"You have a point," Lin Sanjiu opened the door and got into the car. "Silvan once told me that the key to survival is to figure out the direction of the plot. Then, I can arrange an ending that will benefit me. If there is no hint, I really need to think about what to do next. Let's spend the night in the car. "
The moment she got into the car, the radio suddenly rang.
"The cold snap that we have been warning for two days has finally arrived," the host said in a low voice, "It is predicted that the temperature will drop below zero tonight. Please be prepared …"
"How unlucky," Lin Sanjiu sighed.
Just a moment ago, there was a faint glow in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned completely dark. It was as if there was a power outage. Every house had switched on their lights, but the faint orange glow was not enough to illuminate the darkness outside. The street lamps stood dimly by the roadside, forming a line of silent shadows. When the sky turned dark, there was no one on the road. However, the digital clock in the car had just pointed at 6: 30 pm.
Even though the heater was on in the car, the window was slightly ajar. The temperature inside the car was so cold that even posthumans shivered. She took out a few thick clothes and put them on. She put on a hat and a pair of winter socks. No one could take care of her living needs better than her grand prize.
"He didn't contact me," Lin Sanjiu said as she looked at the [Hello? Sister] card in her hand and sighed. "Is it because the battle with the Veda is not going well?"
"Maybe he did it on purpose," Mrs. Manas said coldly. "He purposely didn't contact you to make you worry and lure you back. Then, you won't be able to come out again."
"You … Why would you think that?"
"It's not what I think," Lin Sanjiu's tone was abnormally cold. In this dream, everything felt real and oppressive. It made Lin Sanjiu feel uneasy. "I am your subconscious. You are the one who thinks that."
In the dream, the subconscious seemed to become clearer and more explicit.
It felt like she was pressing her finger on the tip of a knife. There was a reason why the subconscious was subconscious.
Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the streetlights outside the car. For a moment, she did not know what to say or what to think. It was dark outside, and the wind was howling. She did not know how long she had been sitting there. She only came back to her senses when she heard a ringing sound. Only then did she realize that she had drifted off in her dream.
The clear ringing of the bell originated from a dwelling on the side of the road, and as soon as it began to ring, the whole street was plunged into a succession of bells of every description. Lin Sanjiu glanced at the digital clock. It was 9: 00 pm.
After a while, the doors of the houses opened one after another. Under the light, people rushed out of their houses one after another.
"Dear listeners," the cash register opened automatically again, and the host's cheerful voice rang out, "It's 9: 00 pm. Are you still awake? You haven't gone to bed yet, right? Today is the first day of the new law. Don't forget what you are supposed to do! If you see your neighbor is not out — Hahaha, goodbye, everyone. I have to go to the town hall now. "
He switched off the radio with a laugh, as if he thought he had told a hilarious joke.
While Lin Sanjiu was feeling puzzled, the lights of the cars on the side of the street turned on, and their exhaust spewed out into the cold night. The streets were suddenly alive with activity. It seemed that everyone had come out. Families could often be seen in one of the cars. The houses suddenly darkened, and with the departure of the people, it was as if the city had suddenly become a ghost town.
Lin Sanjiu quickly drove after them. However, after a few minutes, the car suddenly shook. She slapped the steering wheel hard, and when her eyes fell on the oil gauge, the car stopped.
The needle was pointing to one side. The car had run out of gas.
"No Coincidence, No Story. Does this ability only bring me bad luck?" Lin Sanjiu pushed the door open and rushed out of the car. She complained to Mrs. Manas in her heart and sprinted after the long line of cars. However, she only took two steps when her heart skipped a beat.
She was currently in a dream. Physical enhancement and the evolution of her Growth-type ability seemed to be erratic. Sometimes, one step was very powerful, and the next step was weak. After stumbling for a while, she felt that her chest was on fire and it was uncomfortable.
In just a few seconds, the long line of cars ahead of her had left her far behind. Lin Sanjiu had no choice but to rush to the side of the road. She knocked on the window and shouted, "I'm sorry! Can you open the window and tell me where the town hall is? "
There was a middle-aged man in the driver's seat, and there was a woman who seemed to be his wife in the car. There were two children in the back seat, looking out. The man looked at her but did not open the window. Lin Sanjiu repeated her words again. The man seemed to understand what she meant, but he still did not open the window. He smiled at her apologetically but kindly. He crossed his arms over his shoulders and shivered a few times, making a "cold" gesture.
"I know it's cold, but —"
Before Lin Sanjiu could finish her sentence, the engine roared to life. The car rushed forward, and she quickly jumped back to prevent herself from being grazed by the car. She raised her head and watched as the Citroën sped away in the cold night. It turned right into a road ahead and finally disappeared.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
