1.
At the end of the second copy, I fell back into that empty space before I could speak to anyone else.
Heads up to the four sides of the line, white and clean.
Pure, white, nothing.
I stood up and cried out, and I didn’t even hear back, and I didn’t know where the border was.
Like a closed space.
I started moving in one direction and thinking about this game.
First, I have witnessed my own death, yet I have survived in another way.
The creators of this game have the ability to go beyond scientific interpretation.
Second, the message and tone of many times is that the first game was by sea, with one hundred and twenty-eight surviving players, all numbered.
One hundred and twenty-eight players at the second level know they’re here to play games.
And there’s a big difference between what the first infinity-cycled train sees, those people like the NPC who are so full of shit.
Finally, this game has not given us much opportunity for communication.
There’s no time for information to be exchanged, even after the game is over.
I am left to my own mind to analyze.
I don’t know how long it took me to hit a hard wall.
It’s unobserved, transparent, I can feel it, I can’t see it, just as soon as I touch it with my hand, red warning flashes in the blank space:
Error!
Error!
“No crossing the perimeter, no crossing the perimeter! I’m sorry.
I’m stunned, sweaty, and I’m losing my mind.
The next second, the position before me, drops dozens of laser rays from the sky and shoots the space in pairs.
“No crossing, no networking, no crossing, no networking!” I’m sorry.
I was standing on my face for a long time, and it wasn’t until the radiant red light went off around me, the mechanized sound was quiet, that I turned around, around the invisible “wall” on this side, and the limit went.
It was the limit of my grip, and several times the red light flashed again, and the laser scratched my arm.
I did not care to pull a cufflink to mark the initial point and measure the circle by foot.
It’s a big circle, and I haven’t been through it all, and I’ve heard the sound of a very sweet baby singing:
# Let’s swing the oars #
“The boat pushes the waves.”
“The sea is a beautiful white tower.”
“There’s a wall of green trees around it.”
The electromechanical sound starts: “Congratulations to the 32nd race through the second level, you can choose whether to continue the game. I’m sorry.
“Go ahead. I’m sorry.
“Okay. Thirty-two, open level three. I’m sorry.
2.
Dark night, dark night. No stars, no moon.
The only source of light comes from this huge playground. It’s glowing, and it’s festive.
But its doors and signs are weird.
The steel doors are rusty, entangled in a brightly deciphered light bulb line, and on the right side there’s a big smiley-faced doll, which should be the Misnari mouse, the mother’s, and the pink bow. A lashes is weird.
From the bottom up, the cylindrical light hits the doll’s face, and the smile is not friendly, but rather gruesome.
It made strange gestures with both hands.
One hand up his index finger and one hand open his hand.
The signposts are on the lower left corner, they are in ruins, and they shake with the wind.
The sign says three words:
“Lost Paradise.”
I looked at that doll for a long time and I thought it was a little weird.
And suddenly, someone beat me on my shoulder from behind: “Why don’t you go inside?” I’m sorry.
I look back, and it’s that sports girl, 25, with the eyebrow: “Wind? I’m sorry.
She was a little surprised, and she said, “I was just saying, I didn’t think you’d remember my name. I’ll introduce myself again, by the wind. I don’t know, the system calls me that, but I think it’s the wind. I’m sorry.
I return: “The Spirit.” I’m sorry.
Zero duck egg zero?
“The spirit of life? * I’m talking nonsense, I’m *
The 25th didn’t realize that I was in a coma, and he dragged me, “Go, I see the shadow of several of them.” Well, that’s number 33 and 34 and the old man’s together. I’m sorry.
We walked through the strange signs and the gates, and we entered the park of light and light.
Surprisingly, the park is fresh and clean compared to the ruins of the gates.
There is no piece of paper on the broad road, and all this equipment, such as carousel, surfboard, bumper, pirate ship, roller coaster and so on, is bright and fresh.
When I walked in, the one hundred and thirty-seven and the other little girls were surrounded by a machine, and Von Lang was inside.
I thought this guy, Feng Lan, looked too good to me. I didn’t think he’d come close.
I say, “…?”
Von Lan saw me and laughed and said, “Do you want one? I’m sorry.
Said he handed me a blue marshmallow. I’ve got a long way to go. I’ve seen one hundred and thirty-seven, and I’ve got my ass in my hand, and I’m like, “It’s sweet! This is supposed to be mine. Here you go. Am I all right?”
I’m “…”
I couldn’t help but laugh and snuff, and I did get in and out of the way.
I looked at the distance of the dark, and the lumber of the lights, and I was like, “Well, it’s sweet.” I’m sorry.
One hundred and thirty-seven went to the marshmallows again.
It’s like the last peace before the storm, and there’s a great deal of peace before the game begins.
After a while, all of a sudden, I heard a dull footsteps.
Turning back, a big doll bear crawled down from the tower, with hairy ears, hairy hands, clumsy and cute.
It goes by the sidewalk, “Happy! Are you happy? I’m sorry.
See you at one hundred thirty-seven. I was careful to stop her.
The bear came quickly to the people, and he was repeating it and making a princess’s gift with a skirt on his knees.
But as it rises again, it is a mutation.
And the soft, sweet bear, with a large head falling open.
Blood gushes out of his body.
And on the hairy head was blood-stained, and scrambled on the ground, and rolled to a place less than a metre before us, and cried, “Happy!” Happy! Are you happy?”
My dear, are you happy?
3.
Those in the front line are the first to take the fall.
The blood sprayed on the face was still hot, and the one hundred and thirty-seven smugly touched the blood on the hand and frozen.
I’m not even moving.
I’m about to bite one hundred and thirty-seven in the eye of that toothy bear, and I’m going to rip her back and look at the head of the bear who’s still rolling.
Blood spills through his eyes, the bears laugh unkindly, the more sharp the voice, and the rhythm of joy:
“Dear, dear, dear! I’m sorry.
Happy, happy, so happy! I’m sorry.
“Happy, you big head, you big head? I’m sorry.
She said that she had taken a brick attached to the balloon and threw it at the head of the bear.
The pink wall bricks in the fairytale castle, strewn on the head of the bear.
It grunted and stopped rolling, and the bloody cotton in the head came out of the cut.
Red cotton floats all over the world.
“Kill, kill, kill! I’m sorry.
This chain of “Kills” makes people sweaty.
In the sound of “killing” with a hairlide, flying cotton is turned into dark gold cardpaper and landed in front of everyone.
At almost the same time, the electromechanical sound came back again, and this time, it became a little bit of a child’s:
“A total of 116 contestants survived at the second level, six abandoned, and the remaining 110 have been completed. Start the third round. Welcome to the fairy tale park. Please pick up your pass. I’m sorry.
A group of people went down to pick up the cards.
A small number of people hesitated.
“Please pick up your tickets, those who have not received them in 30 seconds, and be considered as giving up the game. I’m sorry.
The small group also hesitated to pick up the borderline redd dark gold cardboard.
I look at my hard card, and it’s kind of like plastic, and the top left is my head, and it says “32.”
At the bottom of the cardboard is a map of the playground, a series of park projects, all of them, behind which is a black circle used for cards, capable of being pierced by a dialer, indicating the completion of the project.
“Everyone has six hours to finish the park project. On the eve of dawn, those who were unable to play three items were considered to have failed. I’m sorry.
The sound of his voice drops, a bang explodes, from the body of the bear.
The radiant fireworks rise from the velvet toy and blow up in the air with instant light.
It’s like celebrating the game.
And then the light became a timer’s crossboard:
05:59:59.
Game on.
4.
One hundred and thirty-seven standing by and holding the marshmallows in his hand.
She snuffed her nose, looked at her tickets, looked to her left, looked at her right, and said, “What’s the project?” I’m sorry.
All the people we’re with are:
“Don’t hurry to choose the project.” Did you notice what the system said?”
I nod my head: “As a game failed.” I’m sorry.
von Lang answered: “Unfinished three projects, the game fails and dies. But it’s not the same as closing the game after three projects. Worst case scenario…”
He’s in a bad mood.
And I said, “Just fear that we will pass three games, and only live one more round.” I’m sorry.
I looked around the 9th, 25th, 137th, Vonland, and some of the people who stayed to listen to us, and explained, “Well, there are many rounds at the first and second levels. There’s even a limit to spending every round. But the conditions for clearance are not here. I’m sorry.
My voice amplified a few points: “So my advice is these three games, pick the simple, unharmed, and we’ll play the game and find out.” I’m sorry.
They all agree.
So, the first game, we stood in front of the dolls,
There is no mechanical involvement, no emptiness, and children aged three or four can play.
The doll standkeeper was a smug puppet, and he saw us and he was excited to ask, “Do you play?” Play games! I’m sorry.
I always felt like one hundred and thirty-seven was missing, like right now, and she was so excited to go first.
And We stopped her with caution, and said: I shall be the first. I’m sorry.
Say, I’ll pass the ticket to the puppet staff.
With its cold roundwood hand, the puppet gave me a hole in my project “Put the doll.” And then a gentleman made a “please” gesture, suggesting I could start playing.
There are lots of little toys in the field, dolls and puppets. It all looks so cute. It’s set in between.
Each side of them has four or five rings. Looks like the previous player didn’t have a set.
I said to the puppet staff, “How many rings do I get?” I’m sorry.
“Strap”? “There are no rings for players.” I’m sorry.
“What’s with the ring in that place? “I knocked on the iron bars of the shed and asked,
The two black eyes of the puppets moved, which meant I wasn’t looking, and I didn’t talk.
It’s just that once again I “please” came into a toy set.
I frowned and walked in, and suddenly I realized what I was breathing, and my forehead slipped cold.
5.
Players don’t have traps.
Players cannot use a loop.
But who’s going to use the tatters in the yard?
As soon as I walked into the hall, the puppets were doing their best to close the fence. This fence is so high that I can jump out, but I can’t risk breaking the rules of the game.
So I leaned on the edge.
Outside, they can also see the scene in the hall.
“Brother! I’m sorry.
Watch out! The rest of us are speaking with one voice.
I’m holding my breath, squeezing my lips, all my muscles.
Because I also saw that a twig doll and a pup that seemed to be in sleep, swelling, growing, raising its head slowly.
Then slowly stood up.
They’re so big, they’re about three or four meters each, and their heads almost touch the roof of this house.
In the sound of wood wheels and cotton, which are so loose, they are all the same and pick up a garb that is equally large at the foot.
And to me, to me…
I’m the doll.
I am the prey.
5.
The giant dolls are so big that even when I’m close to a metre nine, I’m fine.
They have a big head, and they turn to me, like they’re judging the target.
Little friend, where are you going?
Finally, the first one is in trouble.
It was a walnut trap soldier who threw the first blue steel ring at me after a few laps of laughter.
It’s in the middle of the ring. Lightning.
If you touch the plane inside, you get electrocuted.
I was standing up and down, and I was about to count how many of these things, and I heard Feng Lan shout, “A total of 13 dolls, 12 puppets, two laps in their hands and three laps in their hands.” 10 o’clock left. Watch out! I’m sorry.
I avoided the red circle of another Pinocchio puppet in time, while my heart sunk.
The dolls have a total of…
“62 Circles! It’s the sound of the 9th man, holding his cane in the light, yelling, “Hold on! I’m sorry.
Thanks! “And I cried out a voice, and I looked up at the garbs in front of the sky and flew in three and two.
And lo! I run before my teeth, and then a pig’s hoof slips across a pig’s rag, groaning in the circle of dolls.
I feel ridiculous.
This reverse doll turns us into fish on the blade.
I don’t have to guess what’s going to happen if I’m caught.
Because the softly-skinned pig doll had a belly, and in her belly, it was slanted with a bunch of bloody and rotten meat, and it was rare to see it as a personal contour… and it was torn or fucked up.
Like a rag doll.
But this is not the way.
These dolls can’t move, but they’re heavily positioned, almost everywhere.
I’m in between them, and I’m standing outside them, within the precision of some of the dolls.
In other words, anyone could throw me.
Isn’t that the rule for a doll?
Whoever can put the doll in the bag, it belongs to whoever.
Wait!
The doll’s got to be…
What if this doll doesn’t fit?
If I lie down, can you lean up so that the circle doesn’t cover me?
I just started thinking, and I looked up and looked at the blue steel rings in the dolls’ hands.
And then I stopped thinking about it.
Because it’s more than two metres in diameter, I can be completely surrounded, whether I’m lying or standing.
6.
I’m just gonna have to take a break and sweep the yard. Find another way to save lives.
This is a very common game hall.
Maybe considering the size of the dolls, there’s an indoor skating area.
Approaching square.
It’s clean and empty, except for the dolls and the garters in their hands.
The three walls are a hymn of concrete and pink blue paints, as well as a fairy tale-colored blue sky cloud and bird sea.
The other side was a fence, leaving access.
And then I took a look at the dolls who stood in rows, and I saw if I could climb on them and hide from them.
But the next second I turned it down.
It is not feasible — it is an absolute dangerous zone that can be reached by their claws.
Fuck it! “I cursed and fled three circles.
I heard one hundred and thirty-seven shout, “Come on, brother! 17 rounds have been cast, with 44 remaining. I’m sorry.
I’m:
That’s a lot of math.
There’s 45 left, right?
And We had a moment of distraction, when a blue circle passed over me, and the running electricity splattered a little over the face, and a burning burns.
And when it was a thousand strokes, We bowed down and sat down, and pulled aside.
The ring flew out of the direction, rolled very far on the ground and eventually slipped over the corner of the wall.
And I looked at the circle, and I thought of something, and I cried out to them who were waiting, “Give me an estimate.” Can I stand in the corner! I’m sorry.
The 25th should have understood what I mean, but the unconscious countered: “That arc gap is not enough for you to stand…”
“Perhaps. I said, “Damn, this game is about to get me in a doll trap, a doll ring so big. I can’t even stand in the corner. The circle is stuck in the right corner of the wall. I’m sorry.
What are you saying? By the end of the last ten, the strength will not keep up. I’m sorry.
The 25th is like biting a tooth, and it’s like saying, “The hearse is in the corner of the wall, about 40 centimetres from the corner, is \sqrt{2}R minus R, roughly 0.414 R, which means R is probably…
She’s done it, von Lang’s fast track: “More than 0.95 meters, but not one metre, and the ring is two meters in diameter.”
That leaves me with a bigger gap.
Definitely more than 40 centimetres.
That’s enough! I said to them, “Thank you, brother! I’m sorry.
I’m not going back to the corner.
I can hear the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound.
And you can hear the sound of a thundering steel ring.
There’s even a few of them that wiped from me and hit the wall and bounced back.
And I ran to the corner.
Back to the wall, as close as possible, the body level and the wall stand at 45°.
Maybe it’s my behavior that provokes the dolls, and they all move and scream.
Scream is accompanied by stingy music, which breaks the eardrum.
In the next minute, countless steel rings were thrown out of their hands, one after the other, to my head.
One, two, three…
I’m not running away, because when the first steel ring was stuck in a wall and couldn’t slide, and I didn’t even touch my shirt collar, I knew:
I’m absolutely safe.
7.
I walked out of the game hall and von Lang and the 25th were made.
The one hundred and thirty-seven was barely able to escape from the ring rain and ran to the corner.
Finally, there’s only old man 9, who’s slow. He was looking at the theater with some difficulty.
I proposed, “Let’s go to the playground somewhere else, but the game is known, not in time. I’m sorry.
It’s darker than the sky above the head of the day, and it’s a huge countdown, showing that the time is only 45 minutes away.
The 9th is a nice word, and the gentle nods: “Okay. I’m sorry.
We’ll walk around and see what the rest of the players are playing.
I heard a couple of shots and screams before I got too far.
A series of theaters close to dolls is similar:
There’s a sting and a balloon.
One hundred and thirty-seven showed the face of an impotent pawn, and I looked back, and I saw a man kneeling helplessly.
Four or five bullet holes in his forehead, blood and blood.
“Fearing that this round will eliminate a small number of people. Von Lan’s worried, looking at me, asking questions.
I noded, and he put his hand on his mouth, and he shouted, “Tribunal 4 doll-set project, people run to the corner and won’t be caught!” Everyone else, if a project is successfully passed, it is best to share your experience as soon as possible! I’m sorry.
Those who were still wandering around were listening and running around shouting “thank you.”
At the same time, the five of us split up to deliver the message separately and to gather useful project leads.
The countdown card was changed to “04:55:56” after the agreed time was set.
I was just going to say that von Lang opened a medical box, pulled out of it, and stuffed it to each of us: “Aside from the 25th, we all fell and bruised to different degrees. Get some medicine. I’m sorry.
He put a bottle of iodine on my hand, a cotton sticker and three or four very cartoons.
How cute is cartoon?
They’re all pink hearts, and they draw princesses in skirts, and it’s obvious they’re little girls.
He was embarrassed to laugh: “This is how it works. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I shoved my hand to number one hundred and thirty-seven, and I sprayed it with iodized ids, rubbing it on the low right-hand eye, saying, “It’s nothing.” I’m sorry.
I don’t have time for this.
“The roller coaster will stop at high altitude, then fall down and fall to pieces; the carousel will accelerate wildly and finally test your arm, but if you don’t catch it, it won’t hurt too much. Don’t go in the bumper car. The game must be two or more, kill each other, kill each other, and then there’s only one.”
“Did anyone survive the bumper? von Lang asks:
We said, “Yes, five of them, only 44 survived. The goatee moustache at the last level. He’s in a bit of a bad situation. I’m sorry.
I bet you did. I killed four of my buddies and survived.
A few of us exchanged information and decided on the next project to play the carousel.
The carousel is in Area B of the park, and it needs to cross the broad artificial lake to get there. The artificial lake is filled with plastic leaf-flavored flowers, with several tails of merciless fish jumping out and falling.
Just as we walked down the bridge, there was a clown coming over.
Looks like a man, but this costume is definitely not a player.
He squeezed a balloon, white on his face, red on his mouth: “Hey, honey! You guys want to buy a balloon? Fresh balloons.
We’re not talking. We’re staring at him.
The clown without the other hand of the balloon dragged a dying player, a woman, with a wire around her throat, embedded in her flesh, almost ripping her neck off.
She’s not able to say anything. Finally struggled a few times and stopped moving.
Pink balloons swayed around her neck as if they had been brought from the soil of flesh and blood.
And by the way, the clown saw that we were not responding, and he kept asking, “My dears! Balloons, time-limited! I’m sorry.
8.
“How will the balloons be sold?” I’m sorry.
The Joker smiled: “Give me what is most important to you. I’m sorry.
All those who are here are broke, and the most important thing is probably life.
“Forgot to say, my balloon is also a game of the playground,” the clown lures us to dump the suffocated female player and pulls out the card player from the arms.
I looked around and I found out that the clown was the only one in the playground who could talk to us.
The puppets didn’t have the flexibility.
“What are the conditions for this game? I’m sorry.
The clown’s exaggerating red eyebrow, and I didn’t think I’d ask that.
“When the night comes, the Garden becomes its proper.”
“When a child really fades, when evil desires cover the soil.”
“This paradise will disappear.”
Saying, “He stopped and sold, “So, how many balloons will we celebrate before this?” I’m sorry.
von Lang and the others were cautiously silent, and the one hundred and thirty-seven were frightened by the ghost clown face, and took a few steps back.
I frowned quickly: “No, no, no. I’m sorry.
The clowns didn’t bother, dragged the infuriating woman away and said, “It’s a shame, it’s a shame. I’m sorry.
9
After they’ve passed the carousel, three hours to count.
I’m in the front, and I’m taking them to the rest of the more secure project, the board.
The joker’s words have been kept in his heart and kept thinking about what this park should be like.
The park is divided into A and B, perhaps to distinguish between the intensity of the project, where a prince’s statue with a sword in hand and a princess’s stone with flowers.
In comparison, it is true that Area B is less dangerous than Area A.
“Thinking about what the clown said? Von Lan came to me sometime and asked me:
I noded my head: “Well. He said, “The evil desire covers the earth.” I don’t know what that means. I’m sorry.
Von Lan was also a simple, clean student dressed up with his shirt unbuttoned, and he was very restful, and he thought, “This playground is not a clean land, it’s killing. But he speaks of evil desires, and I think they are against children. I’m sorry.
“The child is innocent and harmless. Killings and bloodthirsty attacks them. I’m sorry.
“What about removing these? “The seven Catholic sins are arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, hunger and lust.” What would we have done first if we had really done this to our children? I’m sorry.
“I can’t get rid of it. It’s possible — “I’m telling the truth, past him, to help old man number nine, who fell and fell on the board, not fatal, but slightly injured, and was carrying his waist and walking hard.
It was accompanied by one-by-one pup bear, and when I saw them, I suddenly remembered the mice I saw in front of the playground.
My footsteps cannot stop and turn around, and ask them: “Did you notice, when you entered Paradise, the sign of the Garden and the mouse’s head? I’m sorry.
10,
The answer was quick: “I remember. No. 32 you’ve been standing there for a long time. It’s just Minnie who smiles so scary, oh, and the brand of that rag and rag and what it says… I forgot. I’m sorry.
“The lost Garden. “I returned to her with certainty, and I wondered why I thought that mouse head was weird because…
“The mouse has only one eyelashes, long enough. Under the mouse’s head, there were two hands, a human hand, an index finger in the right hand and an open left hand. I thought it was just a gesture, and now I’m thinking…
I’ve got two hands on the left and on the left and on the left, “Isn’t this 1 and 5?” The mouse’s two eyelashes and eyes formed two sixs. Guys, 1665 is something special? I’m sorry.
They scratch their cheeks.
Even von Lang, with its wealth of knowledge, is telling the truth: “No idea. I’m sorry.
And the ninth one suddenly asked, “What did you just say about the sign?” I’m sorry.
“The lost Garden. I’m sorry.
The 9th hammered the ground with a crutches, “John Milton’s Lost Garden” written in the 17th century, years of my old man’s inexplicable memory, but must have been 1665. And when you and other players gather together, ask them, confirm. It is common knowledge in Western literature. But people who don’t know this part don’t know it’s normal. But as for the contents of the Lost Garden, it is widely known, and I will bring you up a little. I’m sorry.
With my help, the 9th tremor sits on the bench and coughs in the eyes everyone looks forward to: “In short, Adam and Eve, who live in the Garden of Eden, were lured by Satan, the devil, who was a snake, and stole the forbidden fruit, and eventually expelled from the Garden of Eden. You should know if you’ve heard about the Bible or something. I’m sorry.
And he did, and then we said, “So, Ran, in the world of children, the first of the seven sins that really got eliminated, should be “the lust.” Now, this park wants us to get it back. I’m sorry.
Let this playground be truly lost.
11,
This wheel, three projects, is worse than we thought.
One hundred and ten, only sixty-seven.
All those who are still alive are gathered in squares A and B, in squares, and there is a panic and despair in the eyes.
One of the young girls, just about the size of one hundred and thirty-seven, was paralyzed and weeping: “It’s terrible that this slow knife is too late to be killed by walking away…”
She says it’s not wrong.
Sixty-seven people are standing here, all playing three projects.
But there’s no hint that we’ve been through this round.
The game continues slowly and hard.
When I returned once again by the clockwise around Paradise, the timer was ten minutes away.
The whisperers are communicating and waiting anxiously.
Finally, after the last ten seconds,
The countdowns that hang in the air are clean, the innumerable fireworks bloom over the night, fish bellows slowly rise in the sky, the dark sky shines bright, and the sun rises from the sky at far beyond natural speed.
“Look! There are two suns!”
We all looked up, and we saw two suns rising from east to west.
At the same time, the electromechanical sound of the joyous children’s song “Welcome to the day.” We’re not allowed to play games after 6:00 in the morning.
“Shit… more than one round. I’m sorry.
“This fucking game, I’m done! I’m sorry.
And We did not graze the lips in the voice of every man with a low curse, nor with pleasure, reclining on the fountain of the angels of Cubitt, and whispering: “Go on, go on.” It’s been a long break this time, and one day, 14 hours. Let’s go around this time. I’m sorry.
“I’m afraid not for 14 hours. Von Lan looked up at the eye, “A few minutes of work, the sun rises a lot, at least 4, 5 degrees.” After 180 degrees, estimated for an hour or so. I’m sorry.
I watched the bright surroundings, agreed with von Lang, and said, “Oh, then try to get through it within the hour.” I’m sorry.
“…”The one hundred and thirty-seven hesitates, “Are you serious? I’m sorry.
I said, “Of course.”
And the eyes of the one hundred thirty-seven were bright, and We passed on to the next line, “No.” I’m sorry.
Number 137: I’m sorry.
One hundred thirty-seven:
I turned around and called out to those gathered around the square: “Can you hear me?” In short, do you remember the big sign in front of the door, the words on it? It’s “lost,” “love” and “the garden.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I’m impressed by this, the bad sign, the worse word. Spider-crawling. “Someone returned to me.
“Do you remember Minnie’s head? I continue to lead them to remember, “There are two loose hands, one hand with an index finger and one hand with five fingers up…”
“I was so scared I didn’t even look up and look up…” someone replied.
“I saw it. Here it is. There are also people who are bold enough to add details: “I thought it was a plastic hand, and I’ve been staring at it for a long time, and I don’t think that’s the case with Mickey Mouse’s black gloves. I didn’t think I’d get close, look up again and find out it was a broken wrist. Moreover, the two hands are indeed different. If I have to describe it, it’s a hand that looks like a man, a thicker hand that looks like a woman, a thinner hand. I’m sorry.
And he clapped and he said to me, “32, I remember! Both hands, no-named ring. You don’t think that implies a man or a woman or love or anything? I’m sorry.
“Perhaps. I’m nodding, and I’m sure, “You’ve heard the story of Adam Eve being lured by the devil to try the forbidden fruit?” In the 17th century, writers wrote a book about the matter, the name of which was Lost Garden. The book is written in 1665? I’m sorry.
“Yes. This is said by a woman with a nice etiquette, with a rounded glasses, who answered with her hand up: “John Milton created it in 1665. On the surface, it’s a hymn to God and it actually implies feudal dictatorship. At the time, the social, feudal and capital systems had hit hard, and poets had insinuated all the revolutions into poetry. But it’s about desire. Revealing human sins and desires. I’m sorry.
“But only with the words “lost Paradise”…
And I said, “It’s not enough to judge, but it’s almost enough with the ring, 1665.” Both hands say “1” and “5”, and Minnie’s eyes and eyelashes make up two “6”. I’m sorry.
I went forward and said to those who had gathered around, “And, from the clowns, we heard an interesting saying that when Paradise becomes what it is, it disappears.” I’m sorry.
“So how do we make it look like it was?” I’m sorry.
12,
Everyone’s looking for apples.
Or trying to find out if there’s a porn project.
It all ends with failure.
Half an hour later, the roads I will not go will go over and make sure that there are no snakes, apples, or anything, before I think back to the fountain.
Without me standing up, a figure came and kissed me in the face. Then his heart turned away, and his eyes turned aside.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
I don’t like people getting close, cold-faced, but considering someone I know, I’m taking my temper away: “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
She put two fingertips on her face and whispered, “It’s not… What if it gets through? Don’t be mad at me. I was wrong. But can I try again? I didn’t get a kiss.”
I’m:
I struck her in the head: “Go find Lang. I’m sorry.
Von Lan laughed and turned his hands down: “No. I’m sorry.
The one hundred thirty-seven was depressed and leaned with me by the fountain. I think about it.
It is a thought that she refers to “homotiveness” as a more pure “kissing” and even the proximity of men and women.
I suddenly looked at the statues of the princes in the A and B sectors and said to myself, “Can these statues come together?” I’m sorry.
What are you talking about? * The fountain *
I repeat: “There’s a prince statue in A, there’s a princess statue in B, and I don’t know if there’s any way that these two statues could be combined. I’m sorry.
“I’ll take a look. It happens that the 25th was next to her, and she went out without waiting.
“Two statues are 200 metres in a straight line, and each sculpture is 10 metres tall, possibly several tons, purely manual, unrealistic. von Lang denied the viability of the programme, and he looked up and looked at the two rounds of the sky almost as close as the round day, “The sun is bright. I’m sorry.
It’s about an hour and a half, and it’s gonna be the next round when the sun sinks to the horizon.
We are all in a state of anxiety, struggle, death after futility and death, and do not want to move.
After a while, I paused, and I gave up, “I’m going to go to a couple of halls I haven’t been in, and I’m going to get ready for the game later. I’m sorry.
She’s back on the 25th, and she’s wearing an assault suit, or she’s running all the way, and she’s like, “The Spirit!” I went to those sculptures and looked at them, and they had wedding rings on their right and left hands! The prince’s on the left hand, the princess’s on the right. It might work! I’m sorry.
I was calmer than she was, and he was pouring cold water, and he shook his head. Ten meters! Three or four floors of stone, in reality, hanged by a crane, and many workers were unable to move and would be dead. I’m sorry.
“Oh. #25 looks like a cream eggplant # I’m sorry.
“Or continue to look for clues about love. I’m sipping, folding the cuffs of a white shirt into my arms, pulling a few coins out of a fountain, looking at it, is all a groove of Cupid, “Well, it’s also about love, is there any key to this fountain in the middle?” I’m sorry.
13,
The fountain has been seen by us for a long time.
There’s nothing special about Cupid’s statue.
I thought, for the sake of safety, or the most agile track 25: “Wind, can you jump on Cupid? I’m sorry.
“See if there’s a problem?”
I nod my head.
The 25th had a thumb, compared to himself, full of confidence: “Give it to me.” I’m sorry.
She said that she jumped on the edge of the fountain, then emptied a pool three metres wide, held the left foot of the Cubitt sculpture in her right hand, with both hands in hand and feet, and stepped on a building block and began to groan around.
And suddenly she cried out, “Everyone, it’s loose in its hands, and I’m trying to make up.” I’m sorry.
Any change in the game can be dangerous.
This is the consensus we had in our first game.
Therefore, this danger requires prior consultation.
The voice of the 25th was loud, and she was returned from another area. I’m sorry.
So she tried to break the golden arrow.
Next minute, move.
It’s really moving. The entire ground, rocking hard, spins a little angle by the pointer.
The reason we know it’s spinning is because the double shadows that we’re folding under our feet have changed their angles.
The ground… is spinning.
14.
“What is this?” The mountains? The sky is full? Oh, my God, this place is so fun. I’m sorry.
I reminded her, “Be careful, don’t fall off. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry. Do you want to turn around? Or do you want to change it? I’m sorry.
“You try to turn the reverse direction back into the same way.” I said,
The 25th then changed its direction and broke it again, and this time it was a reverse clockwise, turning one angle.
Two radiant suns are moving towards the horizon, and the shadows beneath our feet are growing longer.
The shadow angle changes brought about by ground rotation are very visible.
“…what’s the use of this? “The 25th is still a little shaky, and it’s probably the same thing. I’m sorry.
I looked at our shadows.
“Come on, turn the ground 90! The trajectories of the two suns above the head, the connection to the statue of the princess prince, are parallel -“
The prince’s statue, in the heart of the A field;
The statue of the princess, in the center of the B field;
AB has an almost symmetrical distribution of both sides, with a symmetric axis.
The solar trajectory on top of the head would have been along the symmetric axis, running from east to west and west to east.
The four shadows created by each sun have little chance of touching.
But what if the sun’s trajectory, parallel to that of the statue, were to be extended indefinitely when the sun on both sides was set to the west?
“Do you want…” I’m sorry.
“The Shadow. “The spirit should mean the shadow.” I’m sorry.
The sun above our heads is shining, and our shadows are very clear, in black and white.
“Can’t two sculptures get together and bring their shadows together? “The 25th got it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Walk–“
She said, “She’s stomping, and the whole earth is turning, and it’s slowly stopping at 90 degrees.”
At the same time, the sun is sinking under the ground.
The hot light stretches the shadow of all objects indefinitely, including the two relatively separate statues up to 10 metres.
In our breath, their figure quickly touched one.
Then it’s a gradual convergence, a slow integration.
In the end, the two shadows were in the Garden, fully interwoven.
And it is not known where the narrates, and two blood tears appear in the eyes of Cupid, and the sword in his hand echoes, and falls upon that interwoven shadow, and becomes a flame of dancing.
In the flames, the sun had finally fallen, but the two shadows had not disappeared.
They were kissed with a blazing flame, entangled with it, and the whole Garden was smitten with their movement, and it was shaken and broken.
It’s like the earth that lies in a dream is broken into pieces and falling from above.
All of us fell down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down.
Eventually, there was a bright white light.
“Congratulations to the sixty-seven contestants, passing level three. I’m sorry.
I looked up, and my limbs were relaxed, and I laughed at them who were also falling: “See the next copy.” I’m sorry.
– Nightland End – Record number: YXX125A2ppvfBJj8nAzc6E6P
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
