Ever since Lin Sanjiu entered the Reverie Libretto, even though she could control most of her actions, no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't change the environment in the dream. She couldn't make the weather warm up when she felt cold, and she couldn't transform into a giant. She couldn't even use her ability. Most posthumans were still under the control of the dream. That was why everyone thought that the Reverie Libretto was a half-lucid dream.
Lin Sanjiu couldn't understand why Mayor Orlean was an exception.
"Are you leaving?"
Mayor Orlean wiggled his round and thick face at her. His thick, womanly lips curled into a smile. "Show me the words on your wrist first."
His intention was clear. If the words on Lin Sanjiu's wrist were not right, she wouldn't be able to leave.
Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath and gave up on her attempt to change the environment.
She had used all her strength to focus on the scene in front of her, but other than the throbbing pain in her head, nothing had changed. The sun shone through the window, illuminating the dust in the air.
In comparison, Mayor Orlean was able to change the direction of the town hall with just a wave of his hand. Could it be that the power that the black mountain was channeling to him was really that powerful?
"Quick, let me see what you wrote on your wrist," Mayor Orlean's chin quivered as he pointed at the tattooed man. "Don't waste my time. I still have questions for him."
There was no other way.
Lin Sanjiu exchanged glances with the tattooed man and slowly raised her wrist.
Mayor Orlean squinted his sharp eyes and looked at her wrist. When he opened his thick lips, her heart skipped a beat. Then, she heard him mumble, "'Lucid night'?"
He smacked his lips and slowly retracted his neck.
"What do you mean?" He turned to the tattooed man. "Why do you keep giving me weird words? What do you mean by 'lucid night' and 'white gloves'? "
Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment. When she regained her composure, she immediately retracted her wrist. She put her hand behind her back and held it tightly with her other hand. Then, she looked at the tattooed man in bewilderment.
Could he give two different definitions of the same person?
"She's a girl. I think this gentler term suits her better." The tattooed man took two steps back and simply sat down on the windowsill. He looked completely unhostile and unguarded. "Good night, haven't you heard of this term? The most famous source is a poem. It was because I remembered this poem that I decided to give this poem to her. "
"What poem?"
"'Go gently into that good night,'" he said, raising his eyes in remembrance. "'See the light fading on the horizon'... by Dylan Thomas."
Mayor Orlean pursed his lips and looked at Lin Sanjiu doubtfully.
"I don't care what you think." She immediately seized the opportunity to interject. "I'm leaving anyway. I still have to find some clues about my Reverie Libretto."
Even though she acted as if nothing had happened, only she knew how nervous she was when she said those words. If Mayor Orlean insisted on stopping her, she really didn't know how she could escape. However, after a few seconds of hesitation, he raised his chin at her and said, "Go!"
It seemed like he didn't want anyone around him to get in his way. Lin Sanjiu did not give him a chance to change his mind. She took one last look at the tattooed man and dashed down the stairs.
When she first heard the poem, she felt that it was both strange and familiar at the same time. She couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. When the tattooed man mentioned the author's name, she finally realized that she had heard the poem before.
When she stepped out of the town hall's gate, the sky suddenly brightened her field of vision, and she suddenly found herself back on the street that she had just escaped from with great difficulty. She turned around and realized that the town hall had turned around. She thought that she would leave from the back of the building, but when the building turned around, it spat her back into the crowd of townspeople, who were heavily guarded by the town police.
"Calm down. They don't seem to recognize you," Mrs. Manas suddenly said, "But, a few of them have noticed you."
Hearing that, Lin Sanjiu immediately steadied her breath and glanced around with the corner of her eyes. Lin Sanjiu wasn't sure if the dream had changed, but the dense crowd of town police officers looked like a dark blue ocean. Just a glance at them was enough to send chills down her spine. They had cordoned off several blocks, and the sheepish townspeople could go nowhere but to the buildings in the street.
Mrs. Manas was right. The police did not seem to recognize her. In fact, Lin Sanjiu had a vague feeling that a long time had passed in and out of Peanut Town after entering and leaving the Town Hall.
The most obvious change was that the black mountain had grown a few times taller and larger. It was no longer content to stay in a corner of the town, so it moved toward the center of the town. Wherever it passed, there was only a pile of rubble and debris left. It was as big as half of the town.
However, it seemed that no one would look behind it. It was as if no one knew what had happened under its feet.
Lin Sanjiu looked around, but she didn't see a single familiar face.
Fat, greasy, and sweaty people walked past her like heavy walruses. The air was filled with their heavy panting. Even though their brightly colored clothes were a few sizes bigger, they still couldn't hide the layers of fat on their bodies. It was hard to tell who was a man and who was a woman. She couldn't even tell the difference between an adult and a child. At a glance, all of their eyes and noses were buried in the thick layer of fat.
A pair of fat feet stopped not far away from Lin Sanjiu. Her toes were sticking out from her sandals.
"Why are you so thin?" Lin Sanjiu didn't realize that the person was a woman until she spoke. She wasn't young anymore. There were a few strands of greasy hair in front of her forehead that were mixed with silver dust. However, there was a glint of suspicion in her lustful eyes. "Why are you empty-handed? What happened?"
"I have finished eating." Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment and looked at the woman carefully. The woman who carried a few big paper bags in her arms gave her a sense of familiarity.
"You have finished eating? You know to wear an extra coat, but don't you know to bring more food? "She licked her lips, but the grease was still not clean. "How could you be as thin as a pork chop in Peanut Town? How shameful! We have so many resources, and we live such a happy life. Why do you have to look so skinny? You are a disgrace to Mr. Orlean! Do you have something against Peanut Town? "
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but frown.
Although the plump woman was angry, she kept her voice low, so she didn't attract any attention.
"What do you want?" Lin Sanjiu stared at the woman's face, trying to find a familiar face.
The plump woman licked her lips again.
The anger suddenly disappeared from her face, like the melting of ice and snow. She glanced at the police officers on both sides of the street, and when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she chuckled, "I didn't bring much food with me, but I can't just watch you starve like this. You are a disgrace to Peanut Town!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she reached out and shoved a big paper bag into Lin Sanjiu's arm. "Think about it. Are you going to take it or not?" As if she was afraid of being seen, the moment she threw away the bag of food, she immediately turned around and walked into the crowd. Considering her plump body, she moved very fast.
Strangely enough, when she turned around, Lin Sanjiu realized that she was the high school student who told her that she wasn't from Peanut Town.
Lin Sanjiu had only spent a few hours in Peanut Town, but the high school student had gone through most of her life.
Lin Sanjiu rushed forward and held the high school student's shoulder. "Hey!"
The high school student seemed to be startled. When she turned around and saw Lin Sanjiu, she raised her eyebrows and looked like she was about to pounce on her. Lin Sanjiu quickly lowered her voice and said, "I know you!"
"What's so strange about that?" the high school student sneered.
Lin Sanjiu glanced at the remaining paper bags in the high school student's arms and said, "If you are willing to talk to me and answer a few questions of mine, I will bring all your food to you."
Apparently, the residents of Peanut Town also felt that the amount of food was a burden to them. Lin Sanjiu thought that she was the bait, but to her surprise, the high school girl's face turned pale. She scolded her in a low voice, "What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Aren't you tired from eating?"
"What do you know?" The high school student seemed to be really angry this time. "Isn't it normal to be tired from eating? Just take a break and continue eating! Who doesn't get tired from eating? Don't think that you can do anything just because I gave you some of my food. Mr. Orlean created such a beautiful town for us, and I am willing to eat for him and for Peanut Town! "
As soon as the high school student finished speaking, she reached out to snatch the bag of food from Lin Sanjiu's arms. It was at this moment that the police officer on the side of the road noticed that something was wrong. He shouted from afar, "What are you guys doing? Separate! Separate! You are not allowed to walk together! "
The high school student retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She glared at Lin Sanjiu and quickly walked away.
Lin Sanjiu stood there with the heavy bag of food in her arms. Her eyes scanned the obese crowd again and again. The smell of grilled meat, oil, and condiments assaulted her nostrils, but it did not arouse her appetite. Instead, it made her want to vomit.
The lines of the poem, which the tattooed man had improvised on the spot, rang in her mind once more. Only this time, she recalled it in its original form.
Do not walk gently into that good night,
Rebuke, rebuke the fading light.
night，
Rage，
light.
As she thought about it, she raised her wrist to take a look.
Under the sunlight, she could see two small, greenish-black words clearly etched into the lines of her skin.
Freedom.
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