The shadows of trees, highways, guardrails...the layer of fake skin covering everything in front of me seemed to have been pulled up, and it was quickly twisted and twisted into a trembling mess of dirty colors without saying a word.
, rushed straight to the end where the night sky and the road meet.
Doctor Cat also saw it: it was shaking like this this time, not to shock anyone's cognitive ability, but as if after taking a heavy blow from Bohemia, it couldn't even maintain the "illusion" and was too shocked to dare
Stay where you are for a little longer.
"You spent an insurance on me, do you think you can leave if you want?" Bohemia sneered and started to chase after her. The sudden night wind blew all her long hair away under the starry sky - when she spoke again
, her voice rose faintly: "You tried to mend what cannot be mended,"
The chaotic thing was almost melting into the night. Unless you look carefully, you would not be able to distinguish the faintly trembling shadow; but when this poem echoed with the sound of the wind, Doctor Cat clearly understood
I saw it suddenly tilting far away on the road, like a person who accidentally sprained his foot while running too fast.
"You tried, neither foolish nor clumsy,"
The shadow hurriedly turned into a strip of white, and was about to blend into the white dividing line on the highway; it was obviously believed that after it became part of the environment, Bohemia would lose its tracking target - logically speaking
, this idea cannot be wrong.
It probably didn't expect that the woman chasing it from behind was the best at "prescribing the right medicine" with poetry.
"To rescue what cannot be rescued...But nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be."
Doctor Cat also learned a few languages during his wandering. As soon as he heard this sentence, he threw himself on the ground with a cluck and relaxed completely. He stretched out his four tired and sore legs, and his fur
Huhu's belly rose and fell up and down as he gasped for breath - this headache-inducing and inexplicable battle finally came to an end.
Her long golden brown hair fell back on Bohemian's back, and her dress and sleeves that were fluttering in the wind gradually calmed down, swaying gently at her feet as she walked.
"What you want to do and what you want to achieve will not succeed in the next minute."
She looked condescendingly at the white dividing line on the road that was shaking its head and tail, struggling and running, but could not escape. She crossed her arms and said: "...No matter what kind of thing you are, it is my turn to teach you a lesson next."
.”
Although Bohemia is more influenced by Doctor Cat than anyone else, she is actually very good at dealing with non-physical enemies.
Whether it was [Bard], [Garden of Crossed Paths], or various special items related to "spirituality" and "divinity" on her body, most of them could be attacked from the spiritual level. She was completely caught off guard just now.
I just fell into the trap, but once I understood the situation, I regained the upper hand. Soon, even the cat doctor couldn't bear to look at it.
"Aren't you just relying on your ability to transform? Ah?"
Bohemia stepped on the white dividing line and twisted it down with her toes: "Do you think that because you look vague and have low pixels, no one can touch you? Let me tell you, you
Mom wants to beat you, there are many ways to do it - how do you feel now? Does it hurt?"
The chaos rang out several screams in Doctor Cat's mind, but she quickly cut them off with a wave of her hand, as if a cover had been used to isolate its "voice".
"Looking at your backwoods appearance, you must have never seen my abilities before," she gritted her back molar, obviously having to torture it for a while to relieve her anger: "...you run, why don't you run?
!”
Doctor Cat silently approached her feet and tugged on the hem of her skirt.
As soon as Bohemia lowered her head, her face immediately changed.
"Why don't you take a rest for a while? Look, the hotel hasn't been closed yet..."
"No," the kitten stretched its neck, looking at the struggling white line on the road ahead, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened: "...What's going on? Why can't it move?"
"It's very simple," Bohemia said proudly, gesturing on the road as if pointing out the country. "My consciousness [the garden of cross paths] can 'flatten' the reality on the material level, allowing me to transcend reality.
Seeing a higher world in a cosmic sense and a spiritual sense.”
"Can't understand."
"That must be because I didn't explain it well enough!" Bohemia seemed to be afraid that the kitten would be unhappy, "Let me think about it...for example, the real world is a cookie box, and I can see the cookies in the box...No,
No, this example is not good either.”
When she spoke, the white line twisted back and forth painfully like a snake with its tail cut off, but she didn't even glance at it. "Let's put it this way, do you know about computers?"
"I just use the computer to write medical orders." Doctor Cat said reservedly.
"Amazing!" Bohemian clapped his hands a few more times, "For example, the real world is like a computer that is not turned on. We can see its screen and touch its keyboard, but we can only
It stops at this material level. Only when it is powered on and connected to the Internet can we enter another world... Although it is not made of matter, it can better represent the essence of a computer."
Doctor Cat thought for a while and understood: "Ah, just like when I see a person, he is just a body, but when you look at the same person, you can see his soul."
Bohemia was so happy that she almost cried: "This metaphor is really great! You are worthy of being a doctor!"
"Then this thing..."
"When I took a look at [The Garden of Crossed Paths], I found that the essence of this thing is actually just a sentence. Yes, it is the sentence 'I think, therefore I am' - well, to put it another way, I think it can be called a flute.
Carl’s famous quote has become a masterpiece.”
The green cat's eyes looked at her for a while, and then looked at the "Descartes" trapped on the road.
...The products of this world seem to be a little hard to understand.
"This thing is between spirit and matter. If you use consciousness like a rag like Lin Sanjiu did," at this point, Bohemia showed a little resistance: "...don't say it yet.
, I rolled it up in one roll, and it’s pretty easy to use. After trapping it with my consciousness, I have more non-physical attack methods!”
"So... what did you say?" Doctor Cat asked hesitantly toward the road.
As Bohemia waved his hand, the chaotic voice sounded again: "I am the all-encompassing impermanence, I am deeply rooted in human consciousness——"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The white line stopped moving. After a while, it asked a little dejectedly: "...What are you going to do with me? Seeing as I haven't absorbed many evolvers before, why not forget it today?
Alright."
"What on earth are you?" Doctor Cat sat with his paws close together, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became: "Although she said you are just one sentence... But, are you a fallen species? An object? An evolved person? Just like me.
, produced intelligent non-human creatures?”
Bai Xian lay there like a dead snake for a while and sighed.
"I am a copy."
Everyone and the cat were shocked - "Such a bad copy?" "A copy that is intelligent and can move around freely?"
After the words fell, they looked at each other.
Bohemia was a little embarrassed: "I think what you said makes more sense..."
Doctor Cat waved his paws and was about to speak when suddenly his ears turned back - when he followed the sound and turned around, a small blue-white shadow happened to fly from the distant night sky; the small shadow flew sharply in the blink of an eye.
It flew closer and landed in Bohemia's hand. It was a paper crane used for communication.
They waited for a while, but no sound came from the paper crane.
"What happened to Lin Sanjiu? Is he mute?" Bohemia muttered, looked around, and suddenly paused.
From the distant road, a tall and thin familiar figure was walking closer and closer to them in the night; on her shoulders, she was carrying a figure hanging softly like a sack.