Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

1616: Buying Without Selling Precision

If Ji Shanqing could see Lin Sanjiu at this moment, who knows what he would think.

Undoubtedly, the grand prize and Yu Yuan must be looking for her, looking for a way out, while Lin Sanjiu, who firmly resolved to wait for rescue, felt no psychological pressure at all. She was a complete personification of "lack of ambition." She simply summoned her few humanoid objects to keep her company and woke Mrs. Manas up, taking out all kinds of food, beverages, playing cards, and pillows, spreading them all out in a large area, covering half the road.

She had an open mind about the situation: even if she understood how the locations shift, so what?

If she managed to figure it out, then the grand prize must have discovered it long ago. Perhaps he understood it even deeper and might be on his way to rescue her. When he arrived and saw how well she was living, how comforted he'd be in his heart!

"I always feel that's not the case." Mrs. Manas's comment went unnoticed by Lin Sanjiu.

Leaning on thick and soft cushions, facing the end of the street is another memory territory—it gradually emerged from the gray fog and seamlessly connected to the memory of the book merchant, with the gray fog disappearing completely. Many giant artificial metal planets were slowly rotating in that space.

It seemed like someone had replicated and miniaturized a celestial system for astronomical education in a park, making it look like a small universe from afar. Presumably, in someone's memory of human society before the apocalypse, parents still strolled in astronomical parks with their children.

"Wait, you need to explain it to me again... You just said that each memory territory is individual and movable?" said the Life Coach, also staring at the same scene. "These are spaces... How can spaces move? How do they connect? I can't imagine it."

"You see, it's because you didn't have a childhood," Lin Sanjiu said, already reaching her second box of roasted cashews within ten minutes, almost relaxed. "You must have never blown soap bubbles, right?"

The Life Coach looked at her blankly. Not far away, Caster and the Artist were sniffing a bag of strange-flavored peanuts—as humanoid objects, food must be the same as rocks and shoes to them, yet their interest in food, although they couldn't eat it, seemed quite bizarre.

"Could it be..." the Life Coach, not being slow, pondered, "Each memory territory is like a bubble?"

"Correct," Lin Sanjiu said, sipping a beer, "In this cosmic space, there are many memory territories floating like soap bubbles. Sometimes two memories connect, and you can shuttle back and forth; if not, there's gray fog outside the memory territories... At least, that's what I think."

It seems that the memory territories are often connected and rarely separated; she has spent nearly an hour in this space and has only seen the gray fog once.

"So, it seems... the reason you can't find your way back can also be explained," the Life Coach mused. "Because the memory territory you came from has drifted away."

Lin Sanjiu didn't respond—because she was reminded once again of Wu Yiliu in the stormy forest. If possible, she hoped to truly meet him once.

Maybe she'd have that chance after returning to Twelve Worlds Centrum.

She inwardly sighed, put down the beer can, and continued, "As for how these memory territories float and connect, I have no clue. If it's entirely random, it's going to be bad... I hope the grand prize has already discovered their movement pattern."

"What about the advantage you got from Advaita? If—" The Life Coach slapped his thigh. "Hey, I forgot, I charge for suggestions. I can't continue."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at him. How stingy.