Human dimension reduction

The surrounding buildings are dissipating and collapsing rapidly, and the monsters headed by Sang Susu scatter in a rush, trying to hide in panic, running slowly and falling down on the street, their figures and faces are slowly changing—not so much a change , rather it is slowly returning to what this body should have been.

This sudden change stunned the survivors again. Zhou Jianqing vaguely realized something, and quickly ordered: "Star City! Gather the crowd, don't let them run around, watch out for the surrounding buildings, they might have to go out!"

After shouting like this, he didn't care whether Jiang Xingcheng heard or not, he turned around and wanted to catch the young embalmer who was full of secrets.

If he can really get out now, he must take advantage of this time to quickly ask for more useful information, and even use force to tie him out, even though the other party doesn't seem so scientific...

You have to try everything to know the result.

But when he turned his head again, the young man who was standing beside him just now had disappeared.

Not to mention how Zhou Jianqing tried so hard to find him, this missing person who disappeared in the same place reappeared in front of Liuzi Lane at this moment. He didn't care about the life and death of Zhou Jianqing and his party, and kept them only for experimentation. The laboratory is about to disappear after just opening, and of course the experimental equipment is a mess.

More importantly... the Lan Yin he plays has the chaotic and evil attributes in his bones. It is absolutely impossible for him to obediently follow Sang Susu to clean up outsiders and restart the world in such chaos. Yes, this person had watched the fire of thousands of families burn through half the sky before. Could it be that he didn't know about the subsequent turmoil at that time?

But Lan Yin still did this, which shows that this person is afraid of chaos in the world, and he is more happy than anything else to mess up the water.

So with this new identity, Qiao Zhou conscientiously played a perfect thrill-seeking role in troubled waters, referred to as "I'm happy when you're not happy".

As for what Sang Susu said, this is an act of self-defeating...

Does Lan Yin seem like someone who cares about his own life?

This person is crazier than a moth to a flame, yearning for all the abnormal and irrational things, the worldly ethics and morality can not be his bondage, and life and death are nothing but ordinary things to him.

Qiao Zhou carried a lantern and walked into the messy little courtyard. Paper scraps were scattered like white snow and scattered by the wind.

Like the master of the house, Qiao Zhou habitually took out a match in his sleeve and lit the two white lanterns under the eaves when he came back from outside. Seeing the faint light on the lanterns with the word "Lan", he casually He closed the door, walked into the small courtyard, and sighed facing the mess.

"When will this be cleaned up..."

He complained, turned out the record player in the main room, found a vinyl record, and gently moved the needle.

The sound of the electric current ran for a while, and the tactful opera accent flew out from the big golden horn faintly, rolling down like pearls and jade, and the silver bottle suddenly broke.

"Ping'erjing, Spring Frozen Sun. Residual plums and half-branches in red wax. Who will you dream of? The spirit is so lonely!" The story of Mu Se's resurrection was babbling, making the courtyard even more lonely and empty.

In Lan Yin's memory, when there is no special plot that requires him to go, a pot of tea and a record can kill the whole day. I really don't have much time to go out, so most of my short life wasted in this small courtyard.

Qiao Zhou found a paper-made virgin who survived the disaster from the corner. The virgin was half-made, the green jacket was just upper body, the blush on the cheeks had not been painted yet, the smile was cute and sweet, the lips were like pearls, and the pupils were shining. The creator's skill is deep.

He looked at the paper figurine for a while, and pointed to the girl's forehead, then made a grasping gesture in the air, holding an invisible object in the air, and raised his hand to pat the girl's forehead. The beauty let out a lively laugh.

"Stop laughing, clean it up." Qiao Zhou gestured around, and the maiden bowed to him, picked up the big broom behind the door and started working.

The flying ashes of the scattered buildings in the distance are blowing here. The tall bell tower collapsed silently, replaced by a modern building with glass curtain walls, and soon, this building that was incompatible with the surrounding buildings seemed to be immersed Like a drop of clear ink in the seawater, it disappeared without a trace. Buildings with advanced and special shapes and different shapes rose from the ground, erasing those old and elegant brick and tile buildings. Retreat step by step on the vast land.

According to this alternative recovery speed, it would take about 10 minutes for Liuzixiang to be erased.

On the record player, Liu Mengmei was still praising Du Liniang for her unparalleled beauty. The dead ghost came back to meet her on the moon, and her singing was so lingering, she wished she could be a pair of butterflies.

Qiao Zhou pushed open the door of the bedroom, and the inside was the same as when he left. Lan Yin's body was lying on the bed under the quilt, as if he had fallen into an eternal dream.

Qiao Zhou came back to deal with Lan Yin's funeral. According to universal rules, a funeral is always held when someone he knows dies. It was right to seal his coffin properly and put him in the coffin. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't reveal his identity in the almshouse last time, he should actually make a grave for Vincent.

When a person dies, he must have a grave—this is a truth that Qiao Zhou seldom insists on.

However, 10 minutes was not enough to dig a grave and make a coffin. Qiao Zhou put down the utensils he had brought from the main room, lifted the quilt from Lan Yin's body, held his breath and began to bury his body.

This scene was a bit weird and frightening. The undertaker and the deceased seemed to be carved out of the same mold. The person sitting by the bed leaned down and wiped the face of the deceased with makeup powder, just like encoffining himself in a mirror image. A secret strangeness.

The mortician did not use iron tools to cut flesh and skin to arrange the remains. The table was covered with rouge and gouache of various colors, just like the dressing table of a newlywed. The table was laid out with rouge moth green, delicate yellow and elegant green, shining like a beam of sunlight.

Lan Yin was born well, and even after death she doesn't look burnt and withered, all she needs to do is modify her complexion and change clothes. The embalmer moves gently and quickly, and pulls out a heavily embroidered gown from the closet, which is still plain and elegant in dark gray Satin, the hem of the clothes was heavy, and the crabapple flowers were intoxicated. He unbuttoned the buttons with nimble fingers, changed his clothes, smoothed the folds at the corners, and took a step back.

The person lying on the bed had a smile on his lips, and his brows were gentle and restrained, as if the cloud fairy was drunk in a big dream and sleeping among the heavy flowers.

But there seems to be something missing...

The mortician looked at him with scrutiny, and suddenly a puff of fine pine snow flew into the window, and after a closer look, he found that it was the remains of a virgin outside.

The 10 minutes were approaching, and the courtyard wall was gradually turning into a phantom.

Halfway through the line "It's the residual plum on my mound, like Du Liniang half-opening and thanking", it stopped abruptly at the end of "Remnant Plum".

But the undertaker, as if awakened, copied the box of vermilion rouge on the table, picked it up with his little finger, picked up a touch of color, and wiped it on the light-colored lips of the deceased.

If a petal of a residual flower falls on the lips, the three-pointed spirit looks forward to the sky, and there is a ray of mortal ties on the body of the sleeping fairy.

The mortician just straightened up, and the tables, chairs, beds, and people on them were all swallowed up by the mist. The law of conservation of mass seemed to be working strangely again, and they had to be returned as they came. The same is true for houses and people. in this way.

He lifted the Yin Yin lamp that was put aside, the flame of the lantern had already turned back to the normal orange, but with his touch, the candle flame turned into a faint light blue from bottom to top automatically without wind, In the chaotic scene, a small section of yellow dirt road came through the wall. On the small road stood a tall and straight man, with long gown and black hair, like a fairy in the clouds and a pine tree on the snow. scattered.

Qiao Zhou raised his eyebrows in surprise, only then did he realize that this dungeon is set by a soul, and dead people theoretically still have the form of ghosts...

But before he could react any more, the entire courtyard was turned upside down, a huge force from the world pushed Qiao Zhou to the outside world, and in the midst of the dizziness, he saw that empty figure stretching out his hand towards him, flailing like a moth to a flame. posture, bumped into the questioning lamp in his hand.

——In the book of life and death, I will walk with you for the rest of my life for 63 years.

With a faint laugh and ridicule, the middle-finger-long candle of the Wenyin Lamp suddenly soared, and at first glance it was no different from ordinary candles.

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"The sharp knife team has withdrawn, the Zhou team is sorting out the mission report, and the medical rescue team is gradually carrying out the rescue work according to the previous plan, but this time it is better than that of the third hospital. Those who were possessed by monsters did not enter the vegetative state. Some people who are relatively healthy have already woken up, but according to them, they don’t remember everything during the black hole, as if they fell asleep..."

Hearing this news, a group of tense leaders all heaved a sigh of relief.

Different from the incident at the Third Hospital of Eastern Province, the fall of Shanghai this time involved more than 500 million people. What kind of concept is this?In the most tragic riot since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the death toll was 24; in the 14-year war of resistance that swept the entire country and mobilized the entire nation, the casualties of the entire country were about 500 million.

But this time, more than 500 million people were involved in a single magic city. The consequences of this are immeasurable.

Not to mention that the city is still the economic center of the eastern coast, and its status is irreplaceable. The economic losses caused by the black hole alone in just four days have reached hundreds of billions of dollars, and the investment in subsequent reconstruction is even more astronomical.

Fortunately, unlike the Third Hospital, the people who were possessed by monsters this time did not turn into unconscious vegetative people. Otherwise, it would be unimaginable for a country to afford the lives of millions of people who have no ability to take care of themselves for a long time. .

But soon, they will receive a call from Eastern Province, and those who lost their self-awareness in the incident at the Third Hospital of Eastern Province are also waking up one after another, as if they were just having a big dream without knowing the content.

The heart of the whole country is affected by the magic city. As the black hole disappears and the city reappears, the city centers of countless cities are lit up with large fluorescent screens. A few large characters flashed on the big screen at the Shanghai Airport.

--Welcome home.

Simple and unpretentious, but sincere and sincere.

While the social network is busy welcoming the return of the missing persons, they are eager to ask the fallen people what happened in the black hole, and there are also those who are tirelessly exploring the cause of the black hole from the perspective of science and theology. I don’t know how many debates have been fought, social media was paralyzed for a while, and the public opinion monitoring team was also monitoring their battles day and night, for fear of any demonstrations and demonstrations like in foreign countries.

Just in the past few days, such a black hole has also appeared in a small country in North Africa. The government's improper response directly caused the armed rebellion of the people. The country that lasted for less than 13 years disappeared, and the region officially declared a state of war.

At the same time, a novel with a dreamy and refreshing cover was placed on the desks of several leaders of Huaxia. All of them looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Is this the book?" The old man who was over half a century old inspected the cover, and his eyes paused for a moment on the words "Records of Strange Events in the Devil's City". Nodded, "Take a good look, take a good look, at least you must know what happened inside, no matter how bizarre it is, you must accept it with a humble heart, so that you can find a solution to the problem."

Soldiers in neat military uniforms and politicians in suits and leather shoes nodded in agreement, and they turned the pages of the book in unison, looking at the catalog in the spirit of studying important documents, with extremely serious expressions.