Chapter 2133 Qing Jiuru's method to deal with dogmatism
Chapter 2133 Qing Jiuli’s method of dealing with dogmatism
This is probably an experiment that has never been done in the history of the doomsday world.
First, humanoid objects are already very precious. People who own humanoid objects are generally not willing to mess with them. Secondly, objects formed by extracting abilities are rarer than humanoid objects. Most of them are ten
People in the Second Realm may not have heard of this method in their entire lives; thirdly, except for Lin Sanjiu's current special situation, there is no reason for anyone to let one of them put the other into his mouth to chew.
In other words, the method Lin Sanjiu came up with when she was about to run out of gas was no different from throwing away her shoes when she was lost in the mountains. She had no idea what the result would be.
But what choice does she have?
She opened her eyes hard and watched the painter put the small piece of amber into his mouth, and then closed his upper and lower teeth - only to hear a "clack" sound between his lips and teeth, the painter's face was distorted in pain, and his mouth immediately
He opened it again and shouted: "Ah!"
Lin Sanjiu's heart sank.
The role of the mentor determines that he can "charge", so he can easily crush and destroy special items; however, as an ordinary offensive item, the painter himself seems unable to crush another special item... so this time he worked hard
, is the effort ultimately in vain?
The painter lowered his head and spit the amber into the palm of his hand again.
[Disease], whose appearance is still intact and crystal clear, seems to be the answer to Lin Sanjiu. It has not been activated, not destroyed, [Disease] is still [Disease], the painter is still a painter, and the dying person is still dying. Isolation
Nothing happened in the room.
There is no other way, Lin Sanjiu thought, now she really has no other way.
Her eyelids gradually slid down, compressing her field of vision into a flickering gap that kept opening and closing, but could never resist the force of closing.
It's already a miracle that it can last so long...
"ah?"
In her blurry field of vision, the painter looked at the [disease] in his hand for a few times, as if unwilling to accept it, and muttered: "Ah, ah?"
Lin Sanjiu's last glance at him caught the painter's second attempt.
Without waiting for anyone's instructions, he put the amber into his mouth again while saying "ah"; but this time he learned the lesson and didn't even chew it. He stretched his neck and swallowed it whole with a "gudong" sound.
As the [illness] subsided, the isolation room fell into a moment of deathly silence.
...Swallowed?
Lin Sanjiu thought in a daze, but did not realize the significance of this matter.
When no one could react, the painter suddenly opened his mouth again - a large cloud of dark, coarse-grained smoke suddenly flew out of his mouth; only this time it no longer looked like
It was about to sweep across the entire area. Instead, it was like a small tornado composed of clouds and mist. It hit Lin Sanjiu in the blink of an eye and trampled over her like an army of thousands of horses.
With a loud cough, Lin Sanjiu felt as if she had become a marionette whose strings were not installed in the right place: the strings were inserted into her internal organs, and then someone grabbed them all,
Pulling outwards fiercely; she seemed to be curled up and tightened from the inside of her body by the force, and in an instant, even the air and blood seemed to be drained.
In order to relieve the physical pain, she struggled subconsciously, rolled on the spot, and jumped up, trying to avoid the tornado of smoke and clouds that was rushing around the room. It was at this moment that she heard again
Teacher Yi cheered with relief: "Okay! You are finally healed, and I am back!"
alright?
Lin Sanjiu lowered her head and realized that what she saw was her legs and feet, standing firmly on the ground.
Such a simple and basic act, when I was seriously ill and on the verge of death just now, was as unattainable as the cliffs of a high mountain.
But now she is indeed standing up again, as if... she has never been sick.
Then others——
When she raised her head hurriedly, the sounds of choking and coughing could be heard one after another from the room shrouded in smoke.
Although the visibility in the room was very poor, Lin Sanjiu could still clearly see the silhouettes of his companions: Yu Yuan was coughing and quickly dodged to the corner of the room, his agility was as agile as before; Pina had just taken a few deep breaths.
, and quickly covered his mouth, probably because he didn't dare to inhale the smoke; Qing Jiuliu's shadow supported the wall and slowly got up, as if he couldn't remember where he was for the moment.
Da, is everyone okay?
For a moment, Lin Sanjiu almost suspected that this was a hallucination dream that she had when she was about to die. She quickly touched her body a few times, trying to find any strange pain - but found nothing.
It's okay, it's really okay, no one has died, and no one will die.
Lin Sanjiu wanted to cry and laugh at the same time; she knelt on the ground with a plop, reached out and hugged Pina who was closest to her, and hugged her tightly - and even shocked Pina.
.
This time, the smoke and cloud also did not linger for too long, and soon became sparse and light; when the smoke and cloud dissipated, a painter sitting on the ground was revealed, looking more confused and confused than anyone else.
"...Huh?" The painter tentatively opened his mouth a little, as if to see if the smoke would dissipate. After realizing that he could no longer spit out the smoke, he frowned tightly and pointed at Lin San.
Jiu asked: "Ah?"
Lin Sanjiu also hoped to have the answer.
"What's going on?" Yu Yuan looked around, as if he couldn't believe it: "The woman in the corner just now... was just my hallucination? But, it was too real..."
"Are you okay?" After Pina was finally released from Lin Sanjiu's arms, she looked at Qingjiu Liu and said, "You just looked at...I thought you were gone."
"That must be a great loss to the literary and art world." Qingjiureu laughed, looked around, pointed at the painter and asked: "We all recovered because of him? How did we do this chimney?"
He had just lost consciousness and didn't know about the incident between Pig and Pina.
"He...he swallowed [the disease]."
Lin Sanjiu wiped her eyes and originally wanted to explain the situation briefly, but as soon as she said this sentence, she was stunned.
The crucial question that suddenly surfaced made her panic. She rushed forward, grabbed the painter's shoulders, and shouted: "You swallowed [the disease]! You swallowed it!"
"
"...Huh?" The painter looked at her puzzled.
"[The disease] has been swallowed by you, what will the puppet master do?" A layer of sweat appeared on Lin Sanjiu's forehead, "Spit it out quickly!"
The artist was obviously very unfamiliar with the concept of "vomiting". He bent down, held his belly, and performed the "vomiting" movement quite standardly, but except for the occasional "ah", nothing came out of his mouth.
"What should I do? How about I punch you?" Lin Sanjiu spun around anxiously, "It won't hurt, right? I'll just punch you in the stomach..."
It was Yu Yuan who put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit.
"It won't be digested in his stomach. We must go out now and find the puppet master." Yu Yuan hurriedly advised, "If it works once, it will definitely work the second time. When we see the puppet master,
It won’t be too late for us to think about it later.”
It was probably the suggestion of "going out" that finally reminded the painter that he was still a nurse at this moment. When several people asked him to open the door and lead the way, the painter stood at the door and shook his head vigorously.
"Why are you shaking your head?" Lin Sanjiu was about to lose his patience - he didn't know where those pigs and Yuan Xiangxi and the others had gone. Even if they caught up now, would it be too late?
"Ah," the painter pointed to a few people, then pointed to the door, shook his head and said, "Ah."
"Please translate," Qing Jiuliu said to Lin Sanjiu.
"I don't—" Lin Sanjiu just started to speak, but she thought about it first: "You mean, the patient can't leave the isolation room?"
The painter would also be happy to be understood, so he nodded hurriedly.
"The problem is that we have recovered," Lin Sanjiu patted Yu Yuan on the back and said, "Look at how healthy we are, why can't we be discharged from the hospital even after we are cured?"
[Disease] When the same person suffered a second attack, the previous illness was cured. This was an unexpected surprise that no one expected - but they should have been unlucky for so long.
They were balanced for once.
The painter looked at several people suspiciously, thought for a while, but still shook his head.
"People who have recovered cannot be discharged from the hospital?" Lin Sanjiu has never been so anxious about the painter since he got him. "Think about it, is this reasonable? A bunch of people who are not sick are lying here in isolation?"
The painter seemed to have a device on his neck that could only shake his head. He still disagreed - even when Lin Sanjiu asked him, "Are we healthy people?", he agreed, but when it came to "Then let us go out."
”, he started shaking his head again, like a humanoid dogmatist machine.
"Then I'll break down the door." Lin Sanjiu's hands had been itchy for a long time, but as soon as she said the words, the person who stopped her was Qing Jiuliu.
"This is a 'hospital' formed by doomsday factors. Judging from the way the building materials grow and assemble automatically, I'm afraid it's not a good idea to force it." He pointed to the doorway sealed by steel and glass and said, "Besides, our
Aren’t everything in the hands of the medical system? What if the damage we cause is deducted by the medical system for compensation?”
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Although Qingjiuru looked worried, he was still very reasonable, calm and generous. He raised his hand towards the painter and gently signaled that the latter could leave: "You are just a nurse, we shouldn't embarrass you. You can go, we will think about it later."
Find a way."
The painter immediately breathed a silent sigh of relief, waved goodbye to several people, turned around easily, and put his hand on the door - when he stepped outside, Qingjiuru was already following him.
, and entered the corridor together.
For me, the ideal temperature for living environment is about 18-20 degrees. If it is higher than this standard, I will turn into Godzilla. But as the climate crisis gradually intensifies, the temperature lines of warm winter and harsh summer are gradually decreasing.
If it is improved, life may become more and more uncomfortable in the future... Air conditioning is actually not the answer because it has a great impact on the environment.
