Thriller Paradise Chapter 721: Dave’s World (20)

December 25, 2102.

Maine, a small town.

In the early morning, a nine-year-old boy woke up from his dream and stretched beautifully.

He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, then jumped out of the bed and ran downstairs in his pajamas.

"Wow!" A minute later, the little boy shouted cheerfully in the living room on the first floor.

"Mom~Mom~" A few minutes later, he happily ran upstairs, ran into his mother's room, and jumped into the bed, "Look at what Santa Claus gave me?"

The mother on the bed smiled and replied sleepily; "Hehe...it looks like you are a postman now, my little candy."

The little boy grinned, helped the postman hat on his head, and saluted his mother: "I am willing to help you!"

The mother stretched out her hand and squeezed the child's face: "Alright, Mr. Postman, go back to the room and put on your clothes. Be careful of catching a cold."

"Yes! Madam." The little boy replied loudly and jumped out.

Looking at the child's departure, a warm smile appeared on the mother's face.

A few seconds later, she seemed to think of something, and her expression suddenly became sad. And her gaze also instinctively turned to the bedside table...

On the cabinet, there is a photo frame. The photos in the frame are not too old. In the photo, there is a family of three—a handsome father, a beautiful mother, and a cute little boy.

"Mom, when will Dad go home?" The little boy asked his mother this way on Christmas two years ago.

But his mother just hugged him and wept, and couldn't even say a whole sentence.

On Christmas Eve that year, after the little boy’s father got off work from the post office, he rode his bicycle directly to the shopping mall to buy a toy for the child, but on the way back... a car accident took him away s life.

From then on, only their mother and son are left in this family.

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"Put your hat on. Yes, that's it."

At 8:30 in the morning, after confirming that the son was properly dressed, the mother took the little boy by the hand and went out of the house with him.

"Hi~Mr. Marvin, good morning."

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Dave. Hey~Look, whose little postman is this."

Their neighbor is an elderly black couple. They meet on weekdays and always say hello.

"Hello. Mr. Verder."

"Huh? Oh...Hello, Mrs. Dave."

The other neighbor, Verder, is a fat man. The whole neighborhood knows that he is a single death house. Generally speaking, people can only see him when he goes out to take out the trash.

"Mom, why does Mr. Verder always look listless?" After walking out of the street, little Dave raised his head and asked his mother.

"Because he spends all day in a place where there is no sunlight, eats junk food, and doesn't do anything serious." Mother replied.

"Does he not need to work?" Little Dave asked curiously.

"Mr. Verder inherited a large inheritance from a distant relative. So he doesn't have to work." Mother replied.

"Oh, he is such a lucky man, mother." Little Dave continued.

"Yes, he is lucky..." Mom murmured. Immediately stopped.

After thinking for a few seconds, she squatted down, kept her eyes at the same level as her son, and said with a stern look: "Listen. Dave, you have to be like a dad, and be a motivated person. . Don’t envy people like Mr. Fuld. You have to understand...not everyone is so lucky."

"Well, I will, mother." Little Dave nodded, and agreed.

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At nine o'clock in the morning, they came to the town park.

Many adults have been seated on the benches next to the children's playground, and some stalls selling snacks, drinks and toys have also been set up.

Little Dave soon joined the ranks of the other kids and went to play around.

And Mrs. Dave sat on the bench and chatted with the other housewives.

Half an hour later, an old man walked up to her and greeted her: "Hi, Wendy, long time no see."

"Oh, hello, Director Nelson."

"I've been there just now, when I saw you, I came over to say hello. Merry Christmas, Wendy."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Nelson. By the way, how is your wife?"

"Not bad, I was pulling the children at home to prepare for the party, so I had to take my granddaughter to the park to play."

"Hehe...I thought you like children."

"Yes, I like them, but I have nothing to do with them." He shrugged, and after a few seconds, he seemed to see something, "Huh? Is that a puppet show?"

"Um...oh, yes." Mrs. Dave followed the other's gaze and saw the two performers in the distance, "That's'Sagittarius and Yang', community volunteers, they often come The performances in parks and homes for the elderly, children like them very much."

"Oh?" Nelson seemed interested, "Then I have to go and see..."

They soon came to a small truck together, and together with other parents, stood behind a group of bear kids.

The small audiences in the front row are obviously looking forward to the performance. As early as when the Sagittarius and Yang set up the stage, the children had gathered around and sat down with their knees; this naturally included Nelson’s granddaughter. And little Dave.

"Okay~Children, the show is about to begin~"

After getting ready to stop, the two leading actors jumped onto the simple stage next to the truck. The two of them... One is a big beard dressed as a cowboy, and the other is a big bald man in a shirt and suit and vest.

"Children~Today, what we are going to perform is...extremely thrilling... breathtaking... darts shoot apples!"

Although it doesn't sound like a fun performance, it's okay to coax Xiao Penyu... The children also gave applause and laughter happily.

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Gululu——Gulululu...

The sound of surging liquid rang in Feng Bujue's ear again.

At the same time, it got into his mind, as well as the memory fragments just now...

[Warning, Tester No. 8775 is waking up...Warning, the tester’s brain has an impulse response, the source is unknown, please adjust it immediately...] The mechanized voice came again.

"It hurts daddy..." This time, when Brother Jue gritted his teeth, he opened his eyes. "Cut... I still can't talk. What's more... I only need to see and think..."

While thinking, he rolled his eyes, observing the surrounding environment as much as possible.

"So that's it... Am I soaking in the liquid..." He soon realized that he was also wearing a light-colored jumpsuit floating in a glass bead filled with liquid. Its state...is the same as the Enoch he saw when he "opened his eyes" last time (if he was also called Enoch in this world).

"The nasal cavity, lungs, and ears are all filled with this kind of unknown stuff, but there is no obvious discomfort; the moment you open your eyes, your eyeballs are a bit sore, but after a few seconds, you can adapt. It's easy to open your eyes..." Feng Bujue's eyes flickered, his mind flashing. "No matter what this liquid is, it is definitely not the technological product that the universe should have in 2002... Could it be... the setting of mat day x?" He quickly denied this idea, "No, the cocoon on hand Still, the body that has been soaked in the tank all the year round will not have such a thing..."

[Warning, the tester’s brainwaves are overclocked and the test data exceeds the normal value. After 20 seconds, the forced termination procedure will be initiated. 】

"What kind of test is this? Mental state? Brain function?" Feng Bujue listened to the system's voice, guessing his own situation.

"Anton! You bastard! How come #8775 woke up again?"

"Sir. Anton, he went to the toilet."

"wtf?"

"Uh...he said he ate something unclean for lunch."

"Okay, you don't have to explain it for him, you hurry up to the console to get things done. Anton guy...I'll clean him up later..."

"Yes, sir."

The conversation outside the liquid container was the same two people last time. Judging from their conversations, they should be the staff responsible for this "test" and have a superior relationship.

"Huh... buddy, you will really trouble me..." A few seconds later. A vague shadow came to the container where Feng Bujue was, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "Your test value is almost reaching the standard. Wake up constantly... well..." He groaned. In one sentence, he sneered again, "Hmph...Forget it, I'll help you and add some'material' to you... Please pass quickly, don't mess with me..."

When he heard this, Feng Bujue really wanted to get out of the container and hug that one. Although he didn't fully understand the meaning of the other party's words, he already understood...The man in front of him who didn't even know his name and appearance was the man who could really help him see through the "truth".

People who exist on the level of "nihility" can only give the answer to "nihility"; those who exist in "reality" can give them "truth".

[The concentration of the solution is increasing, and the special solvent is added...The forced termination program has been closed, and the emergency pulse is being prepared. The countdown is five seconds, five, four, three, two, one...]

嗞嗞嗞嗞……

At the moment of being "pulsed"~IndoMTL.com~Feng Bujue heard a familiar voice. He pondered for a moment... Suddenly, the movement seemed to be the same as the sound of the ghost postman riding a bicycle.

At the same second, another wave of memory fragments flashed before his eyes...

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"Puff--" A mouthful of old blood was vomited on the marble floor by Brother Jue.

When his consciousness returned to the gorgeous hall, he still maintained the posture of smashing the phone to the ground.

The time here...as if it has never flowed.

"Have you found the answer?" The six people around Feng Bujue said the same sentence again in unison.

"Huh..." A sneer evoked from the corner of Brother Jue's mouth. He slowly stood up and walked to the long table at the far end of the hall, "I think... it's almost time for dinner." Continue!

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