1700 Lin Sanjiu is suitable for opening a butcher shop
When people are slapped by reality, they will all want an "explanation", and the fallen species are obviously no exception.
"How is this possible!" The flat mouse wailed, and his two naked feet began to retreat in small steps, "Old Sa, Lao Sa! Come out quickly, what is going on?"
Lin Sanjiu smiled, holding the edge of the crack with one hand and wiping his nose with the other.
The answer couldn't be simpler: thanks to Lin Sanjiu being a coward, when her consciousness released the imitated fallen species, it immediately flowed back into her body, injecting it into the one she had just opened.
In the [Protective Force Field] - of course, no one would waste their consciousness to protect the iron rope on their body - she did not expect that she would immediately run into the trap of illusion, and she did not waste any of it.
That pink-meat-like degenerate species has a dark passage inside its body, and the illusion trap is the entrance to this passage: any material swallowed by the entrance, whether it is iron ropes produced by arsenals, explosives, or human flesh
Whether it was snacks or snacks, everything seemed to gradually evaporate, dispersing into pieces of smoke, and finally being sucked into the depths of the "channel".
Consciousness is no exception.
Lin Sanjiu couldn't see in the dark, and could only rely on teacher Yi's report and her own feelings, feeling the dissipating consciousness draining away quickly like steaming smoke - she was just startled, and immediately realized that she was
The strong iron rope that was originally wound layer by layer is being chipped thinner and thinner, becoming more and more brittle. If you wait a little longer, it will disappear completely.
"The price of removing the iron chain," she couldn't help but sigh, "is my consciousness."
Every time a bit of consciousness was lost, Lin Sanjiu had to squeeze out a bit of new consciousness to make up for it; before the iron rope was digested, she could only continue to use the remaining consciousness to fill this seemingly bottomless pit.
When she was concentrating on squeezing out her consciousness, perhaps because Lin Sanjiu was too quiet and too cooperative, after a long time, she was still a complete, indestructible human form; the degenerate who swallowed her pink meat strips seemed to be aware of it.
No, the dark passage began to twist, trying to escape from her body.
At this time, her hands were free.
"Swallow me if you want to, and spit me if you want to spit. Am I chewing gum?" Lin Sanjiu cursed in a low voice. She reached down and touched the edge of the crack. She felt like she could actually hold it.
She immediately picked it up - it felt very strange in the hand, as if the heavy smell of an abandoned warehouse had been adhered to form some kind of fascia-like tissue; her hands were naturally protected by [Protective Force Fields]
, the degenerate thing twisted a few times as if in pain, but it couldn't be shaken off or digested, and it got stuck in her hand for a while.
It must be said that these fallen species have a keen sense of danger.
The flat mouse suddenly stopped talking and stopped moving. Only a few black dots flickered like signal lights on its white arc-shaped eyes, as if it was considering what to do next. One of the black dots stayed there all the time.
At the edge of his eyes, the direction of the tour guide was covered; as a result, the latter wanted to walk towards Lin Sanjiu several times, but did not dare to move.
"Don't you know what to do now?" Lin Sanjiu said almost cordially, "Has no one ever taught you that hunting is risky? Well, let me help you decide."
The thin hair on the flat mouse's head trembled slightly, and just when a black dot appeared, he saw her next move.
Lin Sanjiu kept grabbing at the crack, not just for fun.
When she was swallowed, she vaguely felt that there was some connection between this crack and the pink-meat degenerate species itself; at this time, she turned around slightly and reached back to the center of the crack with her right hand - when she had enough consciousness.
, she couldn't use her hands; now her consciousness stock was no longer enough to form a strangulation field, but because she had been holding on to the crack to prevent it from closing, a large amount of air had already flowed in.
As long as there is air, she can activate the "whirlpool" Kurosawa taught her.
...The next few seconds, if I have to use an analogy that humans can relate to, it is like when a person is forced to open his mouth, someone inserts an iron fan running at the highest speed little by little into his mouth.
It doesn't matter if the mouth isn't big enough, because with the crazy twisting of the iron fan, the opening will always become big enough amid the flying pieces of flesh and blood and broken teeth.
Different from the iron fan, Lin Sanjiu's vortex was not only more powerful, but the vortex itself could even grow bigger and bigger, and finally swallowed up half of the hall; the ceiling, the chandelier above, the screen wall and an empty space next to it
The glass tube booths were all twisted into the whirlpool and shattered into countless fragments, making everyone tremble under their feet.
For a few seconds, the entire exhibition hall turned into a large loudspeaker: the harsh whistling wind became the background, but the protagonist was a sharp and howling child's voice, which seemed to be screaming under extreme pain.
It tears every eardrum it touches into shreds.
Until the fleshy degenerate species died completely, Lin Sanjiu didn't know where it was hiding just now.
The reason why she uses the word "clean" is because in the end, she only saw flesh, blood, tissue and tendons thrown out in circles from the whirlpool, as if they were sprayed with paint that was thrown out, painting the exhibition hall into
A hellish scene.
When the whirlpool stopped, it was almost impossible to see Lin Sanjiu's original skin color. Her whole body was soaked, but her eyes were still bright and burning; she stood blankly looking not far away,
The flat mouse, whose fur was splattered with a layer of broken flesh and blood, said softly: "Tell me, why didn't you let me go when I wanted to leave? Without the iron rope, let's see how long you can hold on."
"It's not me!"
Bian Mouse suddenly stood up, revealing the folds of human arms under his belly, and shouted loudly: "Please, believe me, it was not me who attacked you just now, that bastard grandson returned to his own body
went!"
Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"Good girl, don't kill me. Let me tell you from the beginning! Yes, it's like this. I was sleeping well in the tube. Suddenly someone opened the curtain, and I was suddenly awakened by the light... A man with short hair
, the bastard wearing a staff vest, said I looked smart, of course, I understood his mouth movements! By the time I, I reacted, my body had already been controlled by him..."
Bian Mouse looked filled with grief and indignation, as if he was crying for the ground, as if he had been greatly wronged: "When he saw that he couldn't beat you, his consciousness went back and left me here as a scapegoat. There are still people in this world."
There are such bad human beings, I thought only we fallen species could do it..."