Shen Zhou only thinks about three things in his life: what to eat today, where to lie down tomorrow, and how to avoid trouble.
As the recognized "laying flat champion" of the broken bricks, her life creed is simple and crude: "If the sky falls, a tall person will have a roof; if the earth sinks, put a baked potato in your mouth first." As for the useless "little movies" that keep popping up in her head, she lumps them into "hunger syndrome". Anyway, apart from helping her accurately find the crumbs of cakes dropped in the cracks of the bricks, they are of no use.
But since the slime-dripping beast crashed through her roof, the escape routes drawn by those "hallucinations" were more reliable than the energy detectors of the Inspectorate.
This time it happened.
Her "ability to get out of hunger" actually attracted two groups of people: a group of trace seekers shouting "space-time rift" and "era annihilation", insisting on dragging her to decrypt it; a group of elites from the Inspectorate holding "anchor guns" looked at her as if they were looking at a running boundary marker, and they wanted to tie her up.
The dream of "eating full and being a salted fish" was shattered. Shen Zhou gnawed on the last half of a potato and felt worried: I just want to lie down, so why has it become the "key" that everyone wants to grab?
At the end, when she was dying, the mysterious man finally took off his hood. He smiled and asked, "Did you just think of me?" Shen Zhou stared at that face, twitched the corners of his mouth, and discovered:
Want to lie down? No way.
Also, is this mysterious man here to deliver baked potatoes, or is he here to deliver the final message?
Shen Zhou held his stomach and sighed: If I had known, I should have eaten a few more baked potatoes, at least I would have been a full man when I died.
Intention: Passive growth and value reconstruction of ordinary individuals