Bohemia looked at the "Nostradamus Card" in her hand and thought blankly.
Just now, she and Descartes had been thinking about it for nearly ten minutes, rejecting three or four proposals, and they were really racking their brains on how to coax Lin Sanjiu. Later, she got really tired of thinking about it, and took the photo in a bachelor's degree.
Patting Lin Sanjiu on the shoulder: "Hey! Give me your Nostradamus card, I can use it."
"What is it used for?" Lin Sanjiu seemed a little worried.
Bohemia had nothing to say and simply stared: "...Why do you care if you can eat enough with so much? I can still burn it? I'll tell you later."
Her always unreasonable attitude seemed more believable and natural than the made-up reasons; Lin Sanjiu actually gave her the card just like that.
"How strange." Descartes murmured in Bohemia's mind, "She has become a servant of truth, why is she so unwary? Couldn't she have imagined that we might be preparing to attack her?
Are the spores in the brain taking action?”
"Because she is stupid." Bohemia replied in a low voice.
"Don't use it indiscriminately," Lin Sanjiu also warned when everyone was muttering: "I remember that there are still some doomsday elements absorbed by the previous world. If they are released casually, it will cause harm to this world.
…”
Before she could finish her words, Bohemia interrupted her with a shout: "I'm going to open the ladle!"
"What?" Lin Sanjiu was obviously shocked, "Now—"
Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, she was drowned by a sharp sound of the air being ripped apart - behind her neck, the creature that looked like a bush suddenly appeared from the "mimicry"; several times
The branches appeared in the air, stretched upwards, and then slammed down on the back of her head, causing a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Just wait for one sentence!" Bohemia was anxious, and these seven words were spoken as fast as lightning.
It's a pity that she finally said it too late - although the bush-like creature retracted a few branches in time, more than one of them still fell on the back of Lin Sanjiu's head. With a painful neighing from her, a sound in the air
Suddenly there was a splash of blood; Bohemia closed her eyes tightly and shrank her shoulders.
"That person really hates her." Descartes also hissed.
Blood oozed from the crack, but as soon as it wetted Lin Sanjiu's hair, it was all absorbed by those branches. Fortunately, because there were not many branches, the back of her head did not look like those of the villagers.
She was crushed to pieces; there were only two long and deep longitudinal wounds, like cracks in the earth after an earthquake, which opened her head under the cover of thick black hair.
Even Lin Sanjiu, who was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, could not help but turn pale after receiving this blow; her eyes seemed to have lost focus, she staggered a few times, and then she fell down on the table and passed out completely.
If you hit your brain so casually, even if you survive, won't you become even more stupid in the future?
Bohemia was anxious and panicked. Even if she knew what she should do next, she couldn't help but panic and held her breath unconsciously. She hurriedly reached forward with her consciousness and "pressed" Lin down.
The wound on the back of Sanjiu's head; after the creatures retracted their branches, she could only use this method to stop the bleeding of Lin Sanjiu.
"There is indeed consciousness inside that is protecting her brain," Bohemia was very sensitive to the flow of consciousness, and she breathed a sigh of relief, "Ka, where did I put the card -"
The doomsday elements originally absorbed in the "Nostradamus Card" had long been released into the examination room irresponsibly by her - this was a copy, a closed space anyway. She placed the card in Lin Sanjiu's
On the back of his head, he stared at the small empty battery icon on the card, tensing his nerves.
This card can only absorb doomsday factors, but she is not 100% sure whether the world is really doomed. If those spores only control this part of the area... this card will be useless.
Everyone stared at the card. As time passed little by little, Bohemia's heart became heavier and heavier - because the battery icon on the card remained unchanged. Lin Sanjiu
She was indeed given the right to use it; her method of use was also correct... Since the Nostradamus Card absorbed nothing, that means... the spores are not doomsday factors?
Isn’t this really a fucking apocalyptic world?
So what should she do to restore Lin Sanjiu's sanity?
"Don't be anxious," even Descartes saw her panic, "Wait a little longer——"
"Sir," the host's voice suddenly startled them, "you are not thorough enough."
If the other party hadn't been a puppet master, Bohemia would have really wanted to get angry. How long has it been since Lin Sanjiu had two deep holes on the back of her head, and the spores that turned her into a stupid person like the truth couldn't be sucked out?
——Seeing that everything is running out, the puppet master is still choosing and opening the ladle thoroughly? Then why not let her kill Lin Sanjiu now and give her a happy life——
...Eh?
Bohemia suddenly tilted her head.
She reached over her head, endured the rolling discomfort, and glanced into the cracked back of Lin Sanjiu's head. In the clumps of black hair soaked with blood, she could barely feel that her consciousness was faintly flowing under the crack.
——It's like breaking open a volcano and catching a glimpse of the rolling lava underneath.
...With such a protective shell, it seems that it cannot be called a "complete opening".
"Hey," she hurriedly turned to Descartes and asked, "You know a lot about spores. Let me ask you, is it possible that it is protected by this layer of consciousness, so it cannot be sucked out?"
But this speculation is also unreasonable - if the spores are really blocked by consciousness and cannot get out, then how did they get in in the first place?
But she didn't expect that this lucky question would make Descartes fall into deep thought.
"When you say that, it seems true..." it whispered, "Well, do you know the wave-particle duality of light? The nature of spores is somewhat similar. It has both a material side and a spiritual side.
On the one hand...material carriers are conducive to transmission, but after invading the host, in order to have an impact on the mind and spirit, we cannot rely solely on materials..."
In other words, consciousness can stop external matter, but it cannot stop external "thoughts"?
Bohemia thought of this, her big golden brown eyes gradually brightened.
"You should have told me earlier," she rolled up her sleeves enthusiastically, "the strength of her layer of consciousness protection is about the same as a piece of paper in my opinion!"
Didn't the computer go to be repaired? I suspect that the person who repaired the computer saw the doomsday manuscript... Today I received another message from this talkative uncle, asking me, "If you don't mind, I ask what you do?"
He wouldn’t admit that I wrote the manuscript, it was so embarrassing! I thought for a moment: “Editor.” [I’m so smart]