Chapter 355: Moments Like This
【Do you like taking photos? 】
An Ming and San Yueqi squatted in front of the wall and studied the words that appeared. This time, Master An was really embarrassed.
According to the original plot, shouldn't what we see be Mikhail's past memories? But this is obviously not Mikhail's memory.
So where are they and whose memories are they looking at?
It’s no wonder that An Ming is confused. The main reason is that since coming to Pinoconi, he has never been able to match the normal main line process.
San Yue Qi raised the pink and blue camera hanging in front of her chest in confusion and asked curiously, "Is he a photography enthusiast like me?"
“Same as you…?”
An Ming stared at San Yue Qi's wise eyes and gradually understood something. Combined with the strange dream that San Yue Qi mentioned just now, it seemed that she had also met the Black Swan.
The prison goose whose feathers were not plucked by Huang Quan speaks as the Riddler, but this did help An Ming sort out many thoughts, for example, the owner of these memories is very likely March 7th.
Those sealed memories of the past may be reminding us in some obscure way, or they may be related to the blind spots mentioned by Black Swan before.
Pinocchio's dreamland is an extremely special place. In the corners here, you can even block the sight of the gods. Of course, the premise is that you have to fall deep enough.
In this deepest dream, all you can see is everything about yourself. The past will become a part of the dream, forming the core framework of the dream, thus forming a dream of your own in the abundant memory.
"Everything you see now may be your past, March."
"My past..."
It would be a lie to say that I don’t care, but now on March 7th I no longer have the initial obsession with the past, so it doesn’t matter even if I can’t remember it.
As long as I can be by An Ming's side, exploring the unknown universe together as an unknown person, such a plain yet exciting life would be pretty good.
March 7th did not give up the past, but was no longer obsessed with pursuing it.
When she heard that everything here was related to her past, she subconsciously reached out her hand and touched the wall. The white characters were gently pushed open like duckweed in a lake, and the room, which originally had no door, also had an exit leading to the outside.
The original words also changed, forming new words on the ceiling above.
[No one knows how many times moments like this will occur in a lifetime]
"Well..."
San Yueqi tilted his head back, not afraid of getting a stiff neck, and just stared at the words.
It’s so strange that it doesn’t seem like something she would say, but it’s also familiar and seems like her style. Did she also like to use a camera to record those precious moments in the past?
Then why wasn't even a photo left? She was the only one left, wrapped in the six-phase ice, with nothing left except the ice.
If only I could pull my past self out of my memory, I could then answer all questions and no longer be troubled by the Riddler.
San Yueqi sighed softly, came to his senses and looked at An Ming, only to find that he was also looking up at the words, as if he was recalling something.
"Do you remember anything?"
"Absolutely not."
An Ming shrugged and could only say that he had some impression, but it was almost the same as having nothing.
The corridor outside the room was pitifully short. After a few steps, I arrived at a spacious hall. The upside-down palace above my head was magnificent and mysterious, but it and the flowing fountain were all frozen in it.
From a distance, you can only see the outline of the palace. It is naturally impossible to get in. You don’t need to look at the ice to know that it is the same six-phase ice as the one released on March 7th.
This thing is a scarce resource in the universe, but it can be so luxurious in dreams.
"Who would like to live in a palace like this?" March 7 was so cold that he rubbed his hands back and forth. You know, it was summer with a pleasant temperature in the golden time, but it turned into a cold winter here.
"Maybe the Ice God?"
"We don't have that kind of gods here!" Although she was frozen like a granddaughter, San Yueqi still didn't forget to complain.
The frozen palace just hung upside down quietly on the ceiling. The setting of this dream was so detailed that even Ah Xing, who was frozen into an ice sculpture in the trash can, looked like a real person.
"Wait...that looks like a real person!"
Only then did Sanyueqi see the elegant Ah Xing standing on one leg in the Liuxiang ice trash can. If you exclude the snot that had frozen into ice chips, she was indeed very elegant.
An Ming hurriedly took out Wuye and smashed the ice, then pulled the star out of the trash can like pulling a carrot.
Poor Xing was shaking all over as she accused the two men of their atrocities: "You...you were just flirting with each other there!"
Not only did they show their affection, but they also watched their friends get frozen into statues!
"So how did you end up frozen in the trash can?" Sanyueqi asked curiously as he used a towel to clean the ice debris off Xing's hair.
When asked about this, Xing felt guilty and muttered quietly: "It was that thing, it was..., I went in to take a look, and then my feet were frozen in there."
"I knew it..." An Ming felt that Xing was truly a god. Normally, anyone would be daunted by the upside-down palace, but Xing was different. When he saw the trash can, he rushed in happily and was almost frozen into a part of the palace.
"Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore. Why are you two together? Where are Liuying and Fuxuan?"
Xing gave Sanyueqi a thumbs up, saying that she was indeed her best friend as she had won the heart of An Ming so quickly.
Sanyueqi smiled awkwardly. He couldn't tell Xing that he had been dreaming since he came here. Not only the daydreams about Anming, but also the strange dreams about dancing with the Riddler.
This trip to Pinocchio was not in vain. He did nothing but dream all day long. March 7 had had enough of dreams. He would not sleep for a week when he got back to the Starry Sky Train.
Besides, that kind of thing is not as easy and simple as Xing said. Sanyueqi also wanted to say it directly, but how is that different from being a pervert?
San Yueqi still had some of the reserve of a beautiful girl. She couldn't just walk into the hotel holding An Ming's hand without saying a word, and then lie down in the middle of the bed without saying a word after arriving at the room.
He spread his legs and signaled with his eyes.
This can't be possible!
San Yueqi was wondering in her heart how could she have experience in that kind of thing? She couldn't really go to Liuying and Fu Xuan to learn the true scriptures.
How could she even ask such a question? It was so embarrassing.
Sanyueqi, with a red face, gave Xing a hard elbow.