Bohemia had no time to be surprised, and saw that the same round onion on Lin Sanjiu's head was peeled off into a piece of translucent white skin with a "chirp" sound. Lin Sanjiu was still the same, still pretending.
His belly was useless and he even reached out to touch it to show comfort.
A broken onion! It’s not real—even if it were real, wouldn’t it still be an onion?
"...Her card ability can produce a Nostradamus card that absorbs doomsday elements. She doesn't know that after calling this card, it can actually be used by others as long as the owner allows it."
Bohemia listened without expression.
That's it? Who cares about such a trivial nonsense——
Um?
She looked at Lin Sanjiu's back and raised an eyebrow.
Wait a minute - no, you can still do it like this, right?
But...will Lin Sanjiu cooperate obediently?
Bohemia's mind was completely attracted by the new possibilities. Just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, she suddenly heard Lin Sanjiu lowering her voice and whispering in a panic: "Please let me
I’ll answer it again! I have another answer!”
"Oh?" The host was obviously as surprised as Bohemia. He hesitated for a while and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask."
It is obvious who he asked.
After half a minute, the voice of the copy host came back.
"Okay, you can answer it again. The master said that he is very confident in your intelligence." Obviously there is no need to repeat the next words, but the host of the copy still said it completely: "He said, you are also
I can barely prevent the noodles from being sucked into my nose, so I can try it ten more times. But I have to remind you that if you get the answer wrong again, you will have to peel it again."
Perhaps because he got another chance to answer the question, the white membrane bag behind Lin Sanjiu's neck, which had been swollen and seemed to be about to burst, stopped tremblingly on the edge of the split. Through the wetness, half
Inside the transparent membrane, the indistinguishable black shadow was twisting and swaying, as if it couldn't wait to come out.
This time, before Bohemia could suggest a new answer, she was waved away by Lin Sanjiu.
"Without you, I might have passed the test long ago!" Her tone was full of irritation.
This is true - Bohemia smiled coquettishly, adjusted her perspective to behind Lin Sanjiu, and watched her write a new answer.
"...the creature that attacked the villagers was their 'straw bed'. Half of the skin, bones and internal organs on the body were minced, and mixed with the straw. This itself shows that the straw was also involved in the mincing.
The process of the body. Otherwise, if it just 'falls' on the straw bed, it will not be so thoroughly mixed with the straw. Even when the straw bed is dug more than ten centimeters deep, a large number of broken bones can still be found..."
Did she even dig up straw beds?
Bohemia, who felt that dead people were disgusting, so she was just looking at things in a hurry, couldn't help but admire him a little after hearing this.
"Although they look like ordinary straw, I think they are actually another kind of organism, with the habit of crushing soil and absorbing liquids. When they grew nearby, they caused the fields to wither, and the villagers accidentally removed them.
The grass was gathered back and made into a bed..."
"wrong."
When Bohemia was looking at her test paper attentively, Descartes's voice sounded in her mind - its tone was calm, but in fact, the pride that was about to fly could no longer be suppressed.
"What?" Bohemia was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Did you just come out of the question? What do you know? I still have something to discuss with you!"
Before Descartes began to explain, Lin Sanjiu just finished answering the questions and put down his pen with a resolute look. This time, the host paused for a few seconds, and the air became quiet.
"My lord, today looks like a good day. Player Lin Sanjiu answered wrong again and is about to peel onions again."
Isn't even this answer correct?
Bohemia looked at the onion with a gloomy face and made another "chirp" sound. Then, another fact about Lin Sanjiu was revealed: "She had experienced complete physical death before, thanks to a layer of consciousness.
By taking over her brain, her 'self-awareness' was preserved. After reconnecting with her body, that layer of protective shell of consciousness has remained in her mind."
"What is this person's background?" Descartes murmured. "How can someone survive a complete physical death?"
Bohemia frowned, her face turned into a rag again, she didn't know what she was thinking about, and she turned a deaf ear to its voice - it wasn't until Descartes called her a few more times that she suddenly came back to her senses.
: "Ah, by the way, were you in the question just now?"
"When the time came, I was ejected, like a booger." Descartes was not soft-spoken when talking about himself, "...but before I came out, I saw all the fields and their withered places."
It has an advantage that neither Bohemia nor Lin Sanjiu can match, that is, it can float up and down at will, without being restricted by gravity. It rises all the way up above the farm until it can have a panoramic view of all the fields.
Finally, the problem was discovered.
"If humans want to discover this clue, they have to rely on observation of the real scene and draw a map in their mind. I don't think either of you has this ability."
Bohemia glanced at the bulge on the back of Lin Sanjiu's neck - it was more swollen than before, which showed that the creatures inside had either grown up or increased in number; because Lin Sanjiu hadn't answered "Prison Storm" yet.
Mystery, the creature here has not yet appeared. The dungeon host, or puppet master, seems to want to stack all the damage together and release it.
"If you know what kind of creature it is, tell her quickly," she urged. "We still have to leave some time to think about how to use this creature to prescribe her!"
Descartes is very stable and does not worry when he is urged. "I rose to a high altitude and took a look, ah, the withered places in the fields are all different, but if they are connected by lines, you will find that those fields are all different.
The withered thread happened to lead to the homes of several deceased people. This shows that our initial guess was correct, the problem still lies underground, but after you dug up the surface soil, we found nothing..."
It seems that it enjoys the process of explaining like this: "Judging from the wounds, this kind of creature must be numerous and small in size, so that it can mince the skin and bones carefully. I just looked at Lin Sanjiu's answer,
I also got a little inspiration...I think that the thing that kills people is straw. No, no, don't worry, I know that the straw bed she just answered is the wrong answer...but she ignored an important detail."
What kind of experience does it feel like to have assembled most of the furniture in your home by yourself... It's probably like sitting on a rickety, clanking chair, feeling like a little home improvement expert...
