clown game

The old man smiled: "Oh, then, let's make a deal, I'll show you this book, but...every time you finish reading a story, tear it off~ how about it?"

trade? ?

Tear up the book? ?

What are these?

How hypocritical for a strange old man and a young girl to say the word "deal" in these circumstances!Besides, "tearing the book" is such a painful request.

But in this kind of conversation where other people would have a big problem if they listened to it, Xiao Nan didn't have the slightest doubt.

"Okay!" she agreed.

Tear up the book? ?um - whatever

She doesn't think so much now, because the curiosity in her heart is getting stronger and stronger, and a voice is urging her

"Read—"

"Read it—"

"Read it quickly!!!"

Xiao Nan opened the cover and read it.

The stories completely subverted her previous understanding of fairy tales... novel, scary, and very interesting!

She fell into it unknowingly, read with relish, didn't even notice when the old man opposite had left, and didn't notice that the world around her seemed to become blurred, and she didn't even notice the characters in those fairy tales. The image began to condense and take shape in my mind, and it began to move around.

After she finished reading the first story, she accidentally tore off the first page.

She didn't know why she did this, but the thought naturally appeared in her mind.

She didn't care too much about this completely hypocritical behavior, because she still had to read the next story...

These stories are so interesting.

She didn't notice that the torn pages began to burn out of thin air, and she didn't notice the deafening roars and miserable cries that occasionally appeared outside the library.

She can't notice anything, how long she's been reading...can't even notice if she's reading...if she's just sitting here like a puppet .

Until someone moved that book out of her sight!

Everyone knows the next story...

All of this was turned into nothingness under a spell that no one could understand.

The teabills and laughingbirds didn't even notice when the monster they were fighting with disappeared.

But then they all realized something...

"Success...success?"

Everyone stared blankly in the direction of the library. Over there, there seemed to be some changes in the distorted sky. A force dissipated, and the light that hadn't changed since the beginning began to become alive again. ...time is out of its chains.Everyone looked into the distance, through the dim sunset, the blurred and huge anomalous reflection detector in the distance began to be seen clearly, and the sound of the machine's rotation entered the ears again.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

People laughed, and every sound involved their scarred bodies, sending out piercing pain.Some even couldn’t laugh at all, such as Fatty, who collapsed on the ground, his body’s skin and flesh were shriveled like a dehydrated cantaloupe, and the red hair was already lying motionless on the ground, his face full of tears and laughter. The collapsed expression, and the body is covered with bullet holes that seem to be shot by the gun in his hand.

But...all can be sure of one thing...

Myself, I survived! ! ! !

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The library door was pushed open again, and a hunched and thin figure walked out from the door.

And behind him, followed by a little girl with glasses and twin ponytails.

She stared blankly at the mirror image in front of her, at the destroyed buildings a few streets away, at the thick smoke drifting in the distance, at the gradually dimming night in the sky, at this man who had changed beyond recognition. A small town... There was a flash of emotion in his eyes that was completely unspeakable.

Her legs gave way and she slumped to the ground.

Finally... broke down in tears.

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"Emmmm—do you like cake?"

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Chapter 224

On Shell Street, there is a coffee shop, which is not warm at first, and there are few customers.But about two months ago, the fat house owner of this coffee shop seemed to have suddenly opened up...well...you can also say Shi Lezhi, in short, he used all the savings he had saved from reading pirated small books for so many years... …renovated the cafe.

Moreover, the style has changed from the street shops that can be seen everywhere to a... maid cafe!

To be honest, most people would not be optimistic about this change, because its audience circle is too small. After all, any passer-by could come in and rest in the previous coffee shop, and after adding the word maid, patronize It can almost only be some people who carry the smell of house rot...

but! !

There seem to be surprisingly many guests here!

Now, this cafe has a small reputation...even at certain times, it can rise to the level of reservations.

Of course, the people who come here are almost all nerds and nerds.

Aren't they the kind of people who just like cats in the house?

Hmm... that's true, but it's not true either.I like a person and a cat in a lonely environment. This is just a result, but not the root cause. The attribute of "home" is more likely because the state of mind cannot find resonance in the outside world. In the noisy life, you must Put on the same smiling face as everyone else... and on the premise of living, it seems that the only way to live in one's own pure land is "house".

So, if some of the same "houses" meet, it might be a wonderful thing.

Then here, this coffee shop, becomes another sacred place besides my small bedroom... Here, there are people who exude the same atmosphere as me...

Students, parents, police officers, doctors, all kinds of people.When the employees saw their boss, they were surprised and then laughed.Men and women who hide their hearts meet here by chance, and then open their hearts.

People want to live, and there are too many things that people need to wear to live... There is such a place where people can let go of those things. Before, they might be tired outside and find a coffee shop to rest... Now, they may Also tired, letting go is more than just physical exhaustion.

In the eyes of others, this is just a small group, but when people in the group step into this coffee shop, what they step into is a world of their own.

The public or the minority is just a different perspective.