Chapter 3500 (1/2)

”Teacher, this is the world of the clown.”

The secret guest first saw the place names, and then, coupled with the rare heavy rain, she basically determined the current world in which they live.

At 40K on earth, Wilson entertainment basically ”copied” all the famous films that Su Ming can remember in his previous life. If the author of some stories can find them, he can buy the copyright; If there is no one on 40K, Su Ming will let the adjutant move from another world; There's really no way, just read it from the memory in your head.

Bionic people can be created without corresponding actors, and they can be built on other planets without suitable venues. In short, things that can be used as reference materials for secret guests are very comprehensive.

Of course, ordinary people just want to enjoy watching movies. Probably the only people who really know that these worlds do ”exist” are witches and spidermans.

”Well, it seems that the time point is also good. The story didn't last long at the beginning.” Su Ming looked at the distance of the street and looked like he could see the river bank through the rain curtain: ”now the situation is that adult men have gone to the dam to carry sacks and are ready to deal with the flood. There are only some women, old people and children left in the town.”

”Look over there, teacher.” The secret guest raised her chin. She signaled that there was something on the corner.

A child in a yellow raincoat and red rain shoes was running in the rain. He tracked the boat his brother folded for him with a newspaper along the roadside. The boat was also smeared with paraffin to ensure that the paper would not be soaked, so that it could float in the water for a longer time.

If I remember correctly, is he six or seven? His name is George.

The reason was that he saw the torpedo boat in the pictorial, so he wanted a similar toy, but there was no money at home, so his brother folded one for him with the newspaper.

Today, there was a power failure in the town due to the rainstorm. It was dark at home. The idle boy took the boat to the street so that it could ride the wind and waves along the turbulence beside the road.

He ran with the water in the street and laughed. Even if he was alone, he still shouted all kinds of happy words.

The sky was overcast, but his yellow raincoat made the boy a dazzling runner. His rainshoes broke the spray and made a sound all the way.

There is a crack in the road, which may be the lowest place in the town. In short, the ponding stream beside the road is very fast, and the boat rushes fast and handsome.

It turned the corner of Wickham street and crossed the road along the water. It seemed that it was going to go further, and George had to run hard to keep up, which was obviously a little difficult for the boy who had suffered from asthma since childhood.

But George was very happy. Even if he was hundreds of meters away from the position where the knell and the secret guest stood, he could see his joy in running.

”Save people? Teacher.” The secret guest knew that in a few minutes, the boy would die. The little paper boat and he would be swallowed by the sewer, because there was a monster in the sewer.

When it comes to sewers, no one can beat his teacher in that environment.

”The door for us to the next world should be in the sewer. After all, the town on the surface only represents the appearance of people. The clown existing underground metaphors evil and darkness. The road to the dark tower is naturally in the darkest place. This is our way of thinking.”

Su Ming didn't answer the secret guest directly, but he had raised his feet and walked in the direction of the boy. It can be said that it was just an instant that he and the students came behind the boy and floated five or six centimeters away from the ground.

Quietly, but it was like walking on the ground. He held an umbrella and watched the boy running after the boat.

About 50 meters ahead, there was a ”gurgling” sound of bubbles. There was a gate for rainwater to enter the sewer, which was a common fence on the street, but people threw cigarette butts into it most of the time.

But the iron fence on the gate was missing, maybe it was stolen and sold by someone, so the rain in the nearby streets rushed into the dark hole on the side of the road without hindrance, and made a sound like a waterfall.

George's boat was only made of newspapers. It had no independent power, not even a piece of paper sail. It was completely drifting with the tide.