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(center) Chapter 2
(left) "What kind of broken watch is this?" I frowned. I had never seen such a clock before, "It's a gold watch."
Looking at the body, it didn't look like it had been in a car accident. There were no scars on the whole body, and even the head that was hit was intact.
"Uh... I must be dreaming." I scratched my head and thought, "Or am I already dead? This is hell?!"
"Bah." I cursed secretly to get rid of this unlucky thought. "We are young people in our prime years, and we will contribute to society in the future. God will not destroy the pillars of our motherland."
After thinking about it for a long time, I came to a very idiotic conclusion.
"Yes. I must be dreaming." I comforted myself by pressing my chest, "Maybe I will wake up soon."
Since it is in a dream, unusual things must happen, so the strange clock can also be explained.
This is the first time I have been so lucid in a dream. When I dreamed in the past, I felt like I was watching a fire from afar. It was vague and unreal, and many of the plots had even been forgotten when I woke up. This time, I actually had an immersive feeling, indescribable excitement and excitement.
Looking around, except for this huge clock, or a bell tower, everything else was pitch black. Like a painting stained by ink, only the middle part remains.
"Oh, it's really strange." While sighing at the wonder of the dream, I opened the door of the bell tower and walked in.
The door opened with a long and harsh "squeak", and the interior of the bell tower appeared in front of you.
This is only the lowest floor of the bell tower. There is a long staircase leading up to it. The staircase is in the European classical style of the 19th century, with smooth and shiny brown handrails that spiral upward.
It's quite dark here, but I'm quite brave and I didn't feel scared. But I don't know why, when I walk here, I always have a feeling of déjà vu.
Stepping on the slightly worn red carpet, it seems that you can feel its soft red fluff through the soles. I walked gently, for fear of destroying the quiet and harmonious atmosphere here.
The stairs are not very long. After walking for a while, we reached the top of the bell tower.
It seems that no one has cleaned this place for a long time. The whole room is covered with dust, which is in sharp contrast to the clean and tidy stairs downstairs.
The back of the clock is full of huge gears, which rotate slowly under the influence of the metal spring, making a very rhythmic sound.
I walked carefully to a table, for fear of stirring up the thick layer of dust. The dust flying everywhere in the narrow space would be suffocating.
In front of you is a half-person-high writing table. This is a highlight of the attic, because it has been wiped very clean, and the carved patterns around the table reveal an elegant classical flavor.
Gently caressing the slightly shiny tabletop gives people a very subtle feeling, as if they are marveling at the exquisiteness of the table.
"Huh?" There is an old piece of kraft paper on the corner of the table. The paper is slightly rolled up and glowing with oxidized yellow. I picked it up and smoothed it out, and found a few lines of small words on it. (center) The pearl of time is indispensable. If you miss it by mistake, the sky will be reduced by seven points. The roar of the sea will split the earth, and the rocks will crack the sky. Soldiers, leather, and armor are all useless. Only the emperor of time can save it. (left) This is written in very elegant lines, as if it is classical Chinese. But what does it mean? "Pearl of time?" It was mentioned in the first sentence of the poem, "...indispensable?"... After reading it several times, I roughly understood its meaning. This means that there is something called the "Pearl of Time", which seems to be extremely important and "indispensable". Once unfortunately lost, "seven points will be lost". The tsunami that followed was probably the result of the loss. In the last sentence, the "Emperor of Time" seems to be a mysterious figure who can save the world? "Alas...what have I been thinking about all day long." As the saying goes, what you think about every day is what you dream about at night. Since I dreamed about these strange things in my dream, they must be things that already exist in my head and are just played out in the form of dreams. "What is this? A curse?"I couldn't help but admire my brain. It could put together the fragments in my head into a whole dream. It was really smart. Suddenly, a sharp pain spread throughout my body. It felt like being struck by lightning, and my whole body was numb with pain. "Ah! ..." I covered my chest and squatted down, and the electric current was emitted from my chest. "It's so... painful..." The vision in my eyes turned white bit by bit, like a layer of fog, and my consciousness quickly became blurred. "Help..." "Life..." I could no longer open my eyes, and I passed out... falling into endless darkness...