webnovelfull Chapter 393 Wide Alley
Chapter 393 Wide Alley
Chapter 393 Wide Alley
Passing through the azure vortex, on the other side of the dreamland, it was pitch black outside, and the whole city was shrouded in shadow, as if it was built under the dark underground.
March 7 gently pinched the small ornament hanging on her waist, which was a luminous clock boy key chain.
A faint fluorescent light illuminated the shadows of dozens of centimeters nearby. They were in a dusty alley.
Although the architectural paint has changed slightly over time, the surrounding high-rise buildings still glow with an iron-green color, and their style is similar to those iron monument-like buildings in "Night City", but they are not so dazzling, as if they are reflected on the bottom of the water.
This is a deeper dreamland of childish dreams. On March 7, they realized that the nightmare promoted by their family actually contained a city that was the same as the Twelve Hours, and the architectural style was similar to the Golden Hour.
I originally thought it would be a dilapidated ruin covered with water plants, but I found that there is a cave here, quite in the style of a doomsday cyberpunk, with shadows everywhere.
"This is the nightmare that the family preaches!" March 7 praised, with curiosity on his face, "This style is exactly the same as Golden Hour! But the lights are not turned on! Is it because the electricity bill is not paid?"
"The ancients do not deceive me. Sure enough, it makes sense that those who are close to vermillion will be red and those who are close to ink will be black. You have been infected by Xing's strange brain circuit." Theresa said, "All the buildings in the dream are designed by dream builders. Come build, the building community here is not small, and it is very old. I think there are dream builders in the nightmare that the family preaches. "
"It's not difficult to understand why there are such building complexes in Liumeng Reef. It seems that many dream builders in the family have defected to the embrace of the people here."
"But we...didn't you also switch sides?" March 7 was puzzled.
"That group of so-called ambitious people gathered together to build this place in the nightmare that the family preached, or maybe this city is much older than I thought, but in any case, this is enough to show that there is a traitor in the family." Theresa looked around, looking at every corner here.
The place illuminated by the fluorescent light of the clock boy hanging is all gray, the surrounding walls are painted with green paint, the floor is paved with tightly fitted blue bricks, dust is falling on the messy benches, and wooden boxes are piled in the corners.
Observing Liumeng Reef from this angle, the entire city seems lifeless.
But when he raised his head and stared at the sky, he could see the sea of cracks like a broken dome, like the dawn before dawn.
March 7 found a chair in the corner and sat down. Among the dusty benches, it was clean and abrupt.
It seemed like someone had sat down here not long ago and thoughtfully wiped it clean with his butt.
"Huh? Why are you sitting down? Keep standing up and walking." Theresa turned to look at March 7, who had already sat down happily, with a puzzled face.
"But don't we still have to wait for Jiang Fan?" March 7 carefully restrained his abdomen, "Didn't he go to buy bread? Shouldn't we wait for him? I quite want to eat it..."
"Can you put down those damn bread first? Are we going to sit here with our legs broken when he goes to buy bread?" Theresa rolled her eyes, turned around and looked at the place carefully, thinking To find an exit.
"But what if he comes back and can't find us? We can't sneak away." March 7 was a little hesitant, but still stood up and followed Theresa and the others, wanting to make a suggestion.
"Don't worry, we can't go far. What if we meet on the road? We can't just come here and do nothing. Don't you want to find Xing earlier?" Theresa said.
March 7 was slightly startled, and felt that what Theresa said made sense. If Jiang Fan had to rely on Jiang Fan for everything, wouldn't it mean that if they came in, they would just act as pendants?
But do they really want to leave Jiang Fan behind and wander alone in this seemingly inhospitable place?
If you meet local residents and can't explain the ins and outs of why they came here, wouldn't they be arrested and soaked in a pig cage?
March 7 shook his head to get this outrageous thought out of his head.
If there is really a group of people with lofty ideals gathered here, they should be polite to the corporal, and they should not be arrested and soaked in pig cages.
They went down the iron ladder into the wider alley. The street lights on both sides were out, relying solely on the light projected from the dome to illuminate the dilapidated brick walls.
The decoration of this section of the alley is no different from that of a neighborhood during the golden hour, but it is completely different from the morning dew hour. However, compared to the brightly lit Night City, there is a shadow everywhere here.
I think that before a certain stage, this place was no different from the golden hour. At that time, all the lights should be on, and there would be an endless stream of residents coming and going.
It's just that the sea has changed, and the original prosperity has faded with the waves, leaving only this city that has been flooded by the sea, still standing.
"Each of Pinoconi's dream cities was not built at once. For example, Golden Moment started from a landform the size of a village and continued to extend outwards, eventually becoming that prosperous city." Theresa took a look. The light from the far end shines in, and the pace quickens,
"The architectural complex here is not small in scale, and it does not look like something superficial that was built in a hurry. If the clockmaker is not a legend, then he should be a ghost, wandering in the history of Pinocchio."
"Miss Teresa knows this place so well, has she ever been exposed to the work of a dream builder before? And why is the clockmaker a ghost? Couldn't it be a clock?" March 7 couldn't help but answer, feeling sad for spring and autumn. Love and the pig cage were forgotten for the time being.
"Do you think building a city is copying and pasting? Don't designers need inspiration? Although I have never been exposed to the dream builder industry, I still have a brain." Theresa glanced at March 7th.
"I said that the clockmaker is a ghost, which means that when there was a legend of the clockmaker, this city had already been built. During the hundreds of years of history, the legend of the clockmaker never ended. If it was not some kind of person who spread rumors about the construction of the city, image, what is the difference between him and the ghost that travels through history? "
"Hmm... But is there really a theory of lifespan in the dream world? We are all living in a dream. Can't we even think about living a few hundred more years?"
The long and spacious corridor is like the gullet of a giant beast extending from narrow to wide. In this place, groping towards a place full of light sources is like searching for water in the Sahara Desert. It always feels depressing without a little joke.
The shadows in front of them were lifted inch by inch, and Theresa walked out of the wide alley first. The outside suddenly opened up, and they walked to a square. It was not a bustling place, but it was full of life.