We spun through the temporal fissure like socks in a god's washing machine, bones rattling to the dissonant hum of collapsing realities. When gravity reasserted its claim, I found myself slumped before a steaming oden pot, the vinegar-sweet stench of simmering daikon cutting through the smell of ozone and decay. Fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps overhead. The digital clock's blood-red numerals burned into my retina: 23:47:31, December 31, 1999. Outside the grime-caked windows, millennium celebration streamers dissolved into radioactive rain, painting the streets in neon vomit.
"主要的临时安全屋,"尸叔王嘶哑地说,用破旧的袖子擦洗着他的宝丽来镜头.他复活的运动服上的李宁标志发出不自然的荧光——这是来自时间线的残酷笑话."每次硬重置都会让我们进入这个 d*mn 便利店.把它想象成宇宙的 control-alt-delete 屏幕.
萧煜捅了捅她永远有弹性的木薯珍珠."那你那腐烂的脑子怎么记得第二十个周期呢?"
王掀起了他破旧的球衣.他臀部上方的衔尾蛇像感染的伤口一样跳动着,流淌着带有烧焦铜味的黑色血液."在 99 年的过渡期间偷了一枚 Sanctuary Coin.抓到我自己...在几秒钟内因果地装订.一阵湿漉漉的咳嗽使他弯了两下.血滴像石榴石珠子一样悬在半空中,然后重新排列成冰冷的数字:2000.
叮咚-钟声.自动门以关节炎般的缓慢滑开.危险品工人推着堆满噩梦般杂货的不锈钢手推车.我的喉咙闭上了——在他们起雾的面罩后面,闪烁着 Gamma 小队的面孔,他们在除夕夜奇点事件中被时空鲨鱼吞噬.
"视觉隔离!"林医生用手掌拍打我的眼睛.太迟了.我的视神经已经被新的清单烙伤了:
三体恐怖芯片:铝箔袋上有逼真的外星人面孔尖叫,他们的眼睛追踪着运动.
白垩纪惊喜蛋:迅猛龙胚胎漂浮在琥珀色的甲醛中,微小的爪子刮擦玻璃.
石晶 Serenade 牙刷:随着"Guan-guan cry the ospreys..."的背诵而振动,同时挤压着血味的糊状物.
王将过期的龙息面塞到我们手中."峡谷!腐臭的脂质会产生颞部抗体!
一张易碎的公交车票从我的包裹中飘落.萧煜的尖叫声打破了玻璃:"这个日期——我们掉进地铁时空陷阱的那一天!
商店里一片哗然.货架上吐出有知觉的商品——秦朝硬币品牌的水瓶在我们身后滚动,口渴得咯咯作响;喷出诗歌的拖把挡住了出口,钢制卷须鞭打着:"时间出口需要书面记录!"
"后台通行证!"Wang 踢了 STAFF ONLY 的门.休息室的墙壁是重叠的宝丽来的癌症:
林博士（东京 2041）:她抱着襁褓中的自己,吊扇撕碎了空气.
我（元朝战场）:用彗星铁锻造的剑格挡变异鱿鱼.
Xiao Yu （前寒武纪琥珀）:被困在一块量子玫瑰化石旁边,闪耀着被困的星光.
在每一帧中,一个戴着深红色针织围巾的模糊身影潜伏在边缘附近——总是背对着,总是拿着适合不同时代的相机.
"递归证明,"Wang 低声说,剥开一张照片.在它下面,凝结的血液拼写着:[猩红羊毛 = 冰冻的 LIESTRUST]
林医生瘫倒在地.她的玻璃心咔嚓咔嚓咔嚓地嗡嗡�"回忆...第七区的腐败..."金色斑点的血液从她的泪腺中渗出,同时她用手指在墙上画了一个扭曲的衔尾蛇.蛇的嘴巴张开,在无限的尖叫中吞下了自己的尾巴.
铃儿响叮当从隐藏的扬声器中引爆.消防洒水器洒下墨黑色的液体,在撞击皮肤的地方发出嘶嘶声.受污染的商品经历了快速演变:
恐龙蛋孵化出戴着防毒面具的小鸡,它们的喙带有钻石尖,啄穿钢铁.
Trisolaran chip bags extruded chrome tentacles tipped with USB plugs that sought neural ports.
"Deep freeze! Move!" Wang pried up linoleum tiles with cracking fingernails. Beneath lay an ice-sheathed slide descending into absolute zero darkness. We plunged. Frozen breath crystallized into daggers as we read lipstick scrawled on glacial walls:『July 15, 2003They restock shelves with our corpsesNever consume the special—』
The warning vanished under fractal ice patterns. I melted the frost with panting breath. A face emerged—twenty-year-old Wang, frozen mid-scream behind the wall, left eye a shattered hole, index finger stabbing toward the ceiling like an ice pick.
We followed his rigor-mortis accusation. The vaulted ceiling glittered—thousands of Ouroboros coins mortared into a colossal chronometer, their combined mass warping gravity. Xiao Yu's quantum rose erupted in gamma-bright petals, crystallizing into vibrating ice axes that leapt to our grip.
"Riptide surge!" Wang yanked me backward. Reality peeled open where I'd stood, revealing luminous intestines of time. From the glowing wound, hundreds of small hands in Young Pioneer scarves reached with bone-breaking hunger.
Dr. Lin sketched demolition runes with Skittles on the ice. Overhead, the convenience store detonated in a supernova of boiling oden broth and molten plastic. We surfed meltwater tsunamis through the exit as shelves collapsed into chromsteel avalanches. Hazmats pursued on dino-chick cavalry, their price scanners firing crimson lasers that aged flesh to jerky on contact.
"Hot pocket!" Wang heaved a MirageWave 3000 microwave. I slammed INSTANT HEAT. The door exploded off its hinges, vomiting a blizzard of 1999 China Daily newspapers. Headlines screamed "Y2K DOOMSDAY AVERTED!" before igniting into a firewall of temporal static. Pursuers crumbled into chronological dust.
We crashed through the service exit—and slammed into the submarine's reactor chamber. But now the bulkheads wept fresh arterial blood. Cyrillic warnings streaked toward the deck plates:"БЕГИ СОЛНЦЕ ГАСНЕТ"(RUN THE SUN DIES)Дата: 3 дня до сингулярности*(T-minus 3 days to singularity)*
Xiao Yu shrieked. Her quantum rose tattoo hemorrhaged photonic sap that burned holes in her skin. My right eye detonated with triple vision:
Shang Dynasty Oracle: Raising turtle shells cracked by eclipse predictions, my robes stained with sacrificial bile.
2023 Salaryman: Snatching a falling Sanctuary Coin from subway tracks as tentacles erupted from tunnel walls.
Void-Walker: Slamming a pulsating red button in non-space, my body woven from dying star matter.
The sub's horn blasted a sound that liquefied thought. Beyond the viewport, bioluminescent Chronos-medusae pulsed through liquid darkness. Each gelatinous bell contained a dormant iteration:
Steampunk Salvagers: Bronze dive suits leaking cogwork, roses grafted into chest ports.
Neolithic Shamans: Bear-pelt cloaks, stone roses humming with captured lightning.
Singularity Proxies: Flesh interlaced with quantum circuitry, roses blooming from exposed brain stems.
The hull vibrated with the crimson girl's voice—now layered with glitching choir samples and Geiger-counter static:"Multi-temporal co-op raid initialized. Syncing respawn timers across 7,442 reality branches. Objective: Locate the Architect before final sunset."
A coin slot irised open in the reactor core. Above it, the Ouroboros winked.
(End of Chapter Six)