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

Baalmon X: [Maybe I should report something to you]

Yuechi symbolizes: [What is going on?]

Baalmon X: [Omer Linton had food poisoning and was sent to the hospital]

Yuechi symbol:【?】

——

The same information is also transmitted through the information network of the Symbol Family.

As for the subtlety of a certain billiards player and an old lady drinking tea after receiving the information, and whether she would tell the granddaughter at the center of the scandal, that is another matter.

What is certain is that a certain tachyon lady has already posted a tweet on Umastagram lamenting the magic of Guinea Pig, and Aite commented on it in the dark skyscraper.

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

The doctor beside her was also looking at him carefully, then looked at the tablet in his hand and said, "It looks like there's nothing wrong with it, and the values ​​are very stable."

He remembered.

The man in the Manchester City cafe looked at him and tilted his head: "...Trainer? Are you catching up on your sleep too?"

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

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

Even if there is no interference from source energy or instruments, the dream itself seems to have traces to follow.

The youth can reach the third stage, but his condition is not ideal.

"Wake up!"

"?"

It might be possible in reality, but in a dream, shielding spiritual contact is obviously a sophisticated technical job.

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

"You have become a horse racing girl... Oops!" Tatuko said sneerly, and then Omo raised his hand and patted her.

The strange prefix looks like a living thing.

It looked like a three-headed girl wearing a monster puppet costume, but she was dozens of meters tall. Even though she tried hard to pretend to be ferocious, she only looked naive.

Sublimators with a foundation in source energy cultivation should be more likely than ordinary people to break free from subconscious dormancy.

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

There were several screens showing breathtaking competitions. The confrontation between brown and three colors seemed to be a very distant thing, which made him feel a little nostalgic, but also a little confused.

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

What are you doing? Is someone invading our world?

In the noisy universe, the dizzy universe, Omo gave up thinking like a driftwood, floating in the dark liquid, but soon felt a ray of coldness coming from his forehead.

Literally, it swept everything.

Are you a living being or a building?

He was serious, but he also heard the honking of countless vehicles, and even heard the shouts of the crowd:

Then realize who you really are.

There is no point in running away. Passers-by and children who don't stand still know how to run while screaming, but they will still be swallowed up by the dark waves.

There was an invisible figure standing above the head, holding a large loudspeaker and shouting something.

There are a lot of things that I can't remember, but there seems to be something that I should think of immediately at this moment.

Dreams are the stuff of imagination.

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

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

But among the busy traffic, the young man just stood there.

These three stages depend on the room for mental struggle.

——

Dreams that are not interfered by source energy or instruments can even become inspirations for creators.

"You guys should talk to the patient. If you have any questions, call me."

It looks like a recording of a red-haired horse girl running, with the intense warm-up of the pilot marked below.

Capture him together with the whole body of darkness.

He looked at the road in front of him, and he could completely recognize that it was a must-pass road from home to middle school, and it was also a road he didn't like very much.

But at the same time, dreams also reflect reality.

"Ha! Ha~ha~ha~!! No 駄无駄! This is the latest masterpiece of my super-light doctor! Caton! (Caton)"

As the saying goes, what you think about every day and what you dream about every night may be referring to this familiar neighborhood.

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

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

"Catch up on sleep?" He was stunned.

Hearing this, the young man turned around and looked in the direction of the voices, and saw the shadow that was far larger than the tall building.

From the moment I realized I was dreaming.

That's Coffee.

The huge girl fell directly to the ground, but there was no obvious tremor on the ground, because she directly shattered into a dark ocean——

In the middle of the night, the milky white in front was swallowed up by the darkness, just like latte art in coffee, but it actually came from the wisp of white on the forehead of the huge girl.

It gave him a splitting headache, and he just wanted to close his eyes and close his hearing.

It's like being in the stars, and someone is singing in the universe.

"Who are you?" Omer was a little confused about who this was.

Finally there is the lucid dream of complete lucidity.

But the huge girl who was hundreds of meters away seemed to hear these words. She turned around and stared blankly with her dark golden eyes.

It's just that no matter what she is shouting, it is not as straightforward as the words of the huge girl with thick dark circles, but with a loud voice:

"…Ca-ton…"

"..." The crowd seemed to be still for a moment.

Like medicine hidden under sugar coating, all kinds of discomfort are induced at the moment of contact.

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

evil……

Therefore, these nightmarish auditory hallucinations are always inevitable, accompanied by some suspiciously familiar calls:

"Wake up!"

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

He didn't run away because he smelled the familiar fragrance.

"It's actually Dr. FTL's crazy evil beast! Where is Carrot Man!?"

"Ehehehe!!!" Someone above the head seemed to be screaming.

"Trying to confirm Master's status." Bourbon's eyes showed some obvious concern.

As if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, he subconsciously stretched out his hands as if he wanted to support the other person.

For example, the report of the brown-haired horse girl's experiment, the dialogue box left to describe in exaggerated fonts what kind of madness will be at the end of super-light speed research.

But as if recalling something, he subconsciously said:

"Cafe?"

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

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

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

Such an excellent pronunciation caught even a young man who had not understood the situation a little off guard.

Of course he couldn't hold on.

Looking at the crowd, I also looked at the screen.

Emotionless dark skyscraper?

who?

Various confusing languages ​​were intertwined, but the first thing the young man noticed was a word that seemed to be a nickname in a report.

But if it is a living thing, why is its existence described as "falling"?

You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to speak…

He lowered his head to think, and was overwhelmed by the crowd. He even heard reports on a screen somewhere about the release of "SSSS, Carrot Man", the ratings of "Agamusi. The Original Beginning", and the emotionless dark skyscrapers.

It is dumping, and the exploration of extraterrestrial life has achieved initial results. Astronaut Bi Ze named the new life the Golden Ship...

"Are you awake?" Akane greeted.

The countless chaotic coldness came from one finger and the horse girl in black suspended in front of him.

Mellow and...

The stagnant train of thought was restarted by these words, and the turbid universe was stagnated and immediately shattered.

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

Omer woke up.

"Run! It's a monster!"

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

"Uh..." The young man with brown hair and blue clothes wanted to follow, but was stopped at the door and glanced at the ward in embarrassment.

Likewise, when they met each other's eyes, their expressions became even more awkward.

Of course, Homais could understand why he was embarrassed, because he remembered the beginning of the story very clearly.

The cup of coffee that made his eyes darken was served by the other party!

The cafeteria came to say hello after being awakened and then falling asleep again.
Chapter completed!