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Chapter 367 NO.130 Are you a cafe or a coffee!

Baal Beast X: [Maybe I should report something to you]

Yue Chi symbolizes: [What's the matter? 】

Baal Beast X: [Omer Linton got food poisoning and was sent to the hospital]

The symbol of Yuechi: [? 】

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The same information is also transmitted in the information network of the symbolist.

As for a certain billiard player, the subtlety of receiving the information with a certain old tea-drinking lady, and whether she will tell the granddaughter at the center of the scandal are another matter.

What is certain is that a certain tachyon lady has tweeted on Umastagram lamenting the magic of Mr. Guinea Pig, and the dark skyscraper of Aite Interconnection commented on it.

It is destined to be forwarded among many big names with many fans.

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Dreams are wild things.

A dream without the interference of source energy and instruments can even become the creator's inspiration.

But at the same time, dreams are also things that reflect reality.

Even without the interference of source energy and equipment, the dream itself seems to be traceable.

As the saying goes, thinking by day and dreaming by night, it may refer to this familiar neighborhood.

And sublimated people who have the foundation of origin energy practice should be more likely than ordinary people to break free from the subconscious dormancy.

From realizing I was dreaming.

Then realize who you really are.

And finally lucid dreaming with full lucidity.

These three stages depend on the room for mental struggle.

Youth instinctively reached the third stage, but his state was not ideal.

Standing at a crossroads in a daze, the young man vaguely felt that he was dreaming.

But it seems that a large section of memory is missing and cannot be recalled, only the deep depression is pressed in my heart.

Looking at the road in front of him, he can fully recognize that this is the necessary road from home to middle school, and it is also a road that he doesn't like very much.

There are countless buildings around it, like a steel forest that can temporarily cover the sunlight. Under the shadows, there are only a few advertisements and broadcasts on large screens as light sources.

Under the light source, there is a lot of traffic.

But amidst the heavy traffic, the young man just stood there.

Looking at the crowd, also tap the screen.

It looks like a picture of a monster raging, with cherry-colored bangs fluttering in the background.

Like the report of the experiment conducted by the brunette horse girl, in the box left for the dialogue, the exaggerated font describes the end of the research on the speed of light, what kind of madness will there be.

It seems to be recording a running shot of a chestnut-haired horse girl, and below it is marked the intensive warm-up of the pilot.

There were also breathless competitions shown on several screens. The confrontation between brown and tricolor seemed to be a very distant thing, which made him a little nostalgic, but also a little confused.

There are many things that I can't remember, but there seems to be something that should be remembered immediately at this moment.

He bowed his head in thought, and because of this, he was overwhelmed by the crowd, and he even heard the release of "SSSS, Carrotman" reported on a certain screen, the score of "Ajamus. The Beginning of the Origin" was unfinished, and the dark skyscraper without emotion It is falling, and the exploration of extraterrestrial life has achieved initial results. Astronaut Bi Ze named the new life the golden ship...

"?"

Emotionless pitch-black skyscrapers?
Who?
All kinds of chaotic languages ​​are intertwined, and the first thing the young people notice is the words that seem to be nicknames in a certain report.

Strange prefix like a living body.

But if it is a living body, why would its existence be described as "dumping"?

Are you a living body or a building! ?
He compared it to the truth, but he also heard the horns of countless vehicles, and even heard the shouts of the crowd:

"Run! It's a monster!"

"It's actually the crazy beast of Dr. Superluminal! Where is Carrot Man!?"

"Ha! Ha~ Ha~ Ha~!! No need! This is the latest masterpiece of Dr. Faster-than-Light! Chaton! (Caton)"

Hearing the words, the young man turned his head, looked in the direction of those voices, and saw the shadow that was far bigger than the tall buildings.

The three-headed girl who looked like a monster puppet costume was tens of meters tall. Although she tried her best to pretend to be fierce and ferocious, she only looked naive.

There was an invisible figure standing above his head, shouting something with a loudspeaker.

It's just that no matter what you're yelling about, it's not as straightforward as the huge girl with thick dark circles, but with a loud voice:
"...Ca-ton..."

"..." The crowd seemed to freeze for a moment.

If you don't want to speak, you don't have to speak...

Such a well-read pronunciation, even the young man who couldn't figure out the situation, was a little caught off guard.

But as if recalling something, he subconsciously said:
"Cafe?"

But the huge girl who was hundreds of meters away seemed to hear this sentence, and she turned her head to look into her dark golden eyes, and was stunned.

As soon as he took half a step, he fell towards the ground as if falling on the ground.

"Hey!!!" Someone seemed to be screaming above his head.

And he seemed to be demented, and subconsciously stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to support the other party.

Of course he couldn't hold on.

Not only because of the size difference, but also because of the distance between them.

The gigantic girl fell directly to the ground, but did not cause obvious tremors to the ground, because she directly shattered into a pitch-black ocean——

Literally, sweeping over everything.

There is no point in running away, passers-by and children who don't know how to stand still know how to scream and run, but they will still be swallowed by the black waves.

He didn't run away either, because he smelled a familiar aroma.

That's coffee.

mellow, and...

evil……

The young man frowned suddenly, and a second before being engulfed by the black wave, he turned around and wanted to run like a reflex arc.

In the middle of the night, the milky whiteness in front was swallowed up by the darkness, like garlands in coffee, but it actually came from a wisp of whiteness on the forehead of the huge girl.

Capture him together with the dark whole.

He was submerged in it, and in that suffocating feeling, even more indescribable negative feelings emerged one after another.

Like a drug hidden under a sugar coating, all kinds of discomfort are induced to explode at the moment of contact.

He remembered.

He remembered who he was and his missing memory, but white spots appeared in front of his eyes, and auditory hallucinations began to ring in his ears.

It's like being in the universe, and there are people singing in the universe.

Singing about one universe, two universes, and other vague sounds mixed in.

It made him have a splitting headache, and he just wanted to close his eyes and shut off his hearing.

It might be possible to change it to reality, but in a dream, blocking spiritual contact is obviously a sophisticated technical task.

So these nightmarish auditory hallucinations are always inevitable, and there are also some suspiciously familiar shouts:
"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

What are you doing, is someone invading our world?
In the noisy universe and the dizzy universe, Omer gave up thinking like driftwood, sinking and floating in the dark liquid, but soon felt a ray of coldness from his forehead.

Pushing aside countless tangled coldness, it originated from a single finger, and the black-clothed horsewoman floating in front of him.

Manchester City Cafe, was looking at him, and tilted his head: "...Trainer? Are you also catching up on sleep?"

"Catch up on sleep?" He was taken aback.

Because of this sentence, the stagnant thinking was re-rotated, and the turbid universe was even more stagnant because of this, and immediately shattered.

Omer woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people looking at him.

"Are you awake?" Xi called out.

"You've become a racehorse girl... oops!" Tachyon said sadly, and was patted by Aomer raising his hand.

"Trying to confirm the Master status." Bourbon's eyes rarely showed obvious worry.

"Mr. Linton, are you okay?" A somewhat strange girl with brown hair and blue eyes also asked.

"You are?" Omer wondered who it was.

And the doctor beside her was also looking at him, then looked at the tablet in his hand and said: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and the value is also very stable."

"Talk to the patient, and call me if you have any questions."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the ward, and was greeted by a black-haired young man at the door: "Doctor, about the payment..." "Oh, come with me too."

"Okay." The young man agreed, then looked into the ward, and when he met Homa's eyes, he nodded politely, with a bit of apology on his face.

"Eh? Then me!" "You stay here, Long me."

"Uh..." The young man with brown hair and blue clothes wanted to follow, but he was stopped by the door and looked awkwardly at the ward.

The expression on the eyes is even more embarrassing.

Of course, Homa could understand his embarrassment, because he remembered the beginning of the story very well.

The cup of coffee that made his eyes go black was brought by the other party!
　The teahouse comes to say hello after being woken up
　　
　
(End of this chapter)