From various angles, the experience of Little Green Crane when he was adopted as his "identity" seemed to be different from what Lin Sanjiu thought.
"Of course she was given an identity by Ousias. After becoming one of the identities, she behaved similarly to Yu Yuan. Her will was suppressed and she had almost no idea what happened when her body was occupied.
impression."
Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on a long wooden stool and murmured her doubts into a voice: "But why did Oasis let her back? She has already become his identity, why would he let her back?"
This question could not be answered even if Little Green Crane himself was alive; what's more, what she was looking at at the moment was just a broken hand bone of Little Green Crane.
The Little Green Crane had a rough fate when he was alive, but he could not live in peace after death. They still opened the grave and fished out a hand bone that was broken from his arm. Even though evolutionaries have always been fearless about life and death, Lin San
Drinking can't help but feel a little sad, and I always feel that this is not the right thing to do.
However, in order to follow up further, they had no other choice.
After the gift package has finished interpreting the hand bones, its information will be the same as the [Green Thumb], and will be put into the container of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land". In a sense, the little Green Crane has found himself after death.
The ability that also died—maybe the only consolation Lin Sanjiu could think of.
"Isn't there something that we have always been unable to figure out?" Ji Shanqing carefully took out the bones from the handkerchief, and held it in his hand as if somewhat reluctantly - not all at once
He clenched his fists and tightened his fingers one by one. It seemed that he also felt uncomfortable.
"Olcyus can obviously create a body steward, so why does he need to accept an evolved person as his identity? Or the question is the same in reverse, why does he still need to create a body steward when he clearly has an identity?"
Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppet master. The candles outside the temple were dim and he was just floating quietly under the roof of the farmhouse, as if he had no intention of participating in the discussion. She suspected that the reason why he went back was because of the puppet master.
He also refused to rest in a simple farmhouse like them.
"Do you have any guesses?" she asked the gift bag.
Ji Shanqing shook his head. "Until more information and clues are discovered, my guess is no different from throwing a shoe."
Then, it seems that they can only find a way to find the answer from the next body steward-or "identity"-that they track.
"The hand bones are easy to interpret, but for a man as big as Zhang Peng, do you want to interpret them all and put them into the book 'Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land'?" Lin Sanjiu suddenly had another worry, and before starting to interpret the gift package, she quickly asked
Said: "I'm worried that your energy may not be enough?"
Ji Shanqing's face always lights up every time he is cared for by his sister - Lin Sanjiu obviously cares about him a lot, but the data subject does not seem to be accustomed to love or preferential treatment like humans.
"I have also considered this issue. Not only is it a waste of energy, but it is also unnecessary." He explained with a smile, "As evolvers, he and Little Green Crane have too many causes and effects, and they are all eliminated one by one.
If we enumerate the old friends, it will cause us trouble.
"As for tracking, here's my plan: First, I will only track the 'common clues' between the three; second, when I put the data into 'Meeting an old friend in a foreign land', I will streamline them first. Like
It’s a lot of biological information, so there’s no need to interpret it and put it in. In this way, we can greatly reduce the probability of being led astray, and the possibility of finding relevant clues about the body’s steward is also increased.”
It's truly a gift package, and I'm naturally more thoughtful than her.
When Ji Shanqing closed his eyes and began to interpret the hand bones and Zhang Peng, Lin Sanjiu quietly stood up and walked towards the door of the farmhouse.
The setting sun is about to sink below the horizon, and the vast and open evening sky is dyed into dark blue, pink-purple and soft light red, fading out in waves, gradually falling into the confusion and unknown in the distance.
At certain moments, such as now, she would feel unreal. The world is so big and there are so many people. It seems that if she takes a small step back, she will disappear into the crowd; how could it be that she is the one who wants to be there?
Stand up and face Orcius?
What's more, she has so many friends who are also hanging on the line... Yu Yuan, Mather...
Lin Sanjiu shook her head and swore that this was the last time.
Sometimes things are just like this, I'm afraid to think about it. If I think too much, I don't dare to do it, because the road is only so thin, and people can fall from all directions; I just look at my feet and think about every step I take.
, is the way to complete a long journey.
The last few rays of light were about to fade away, and the room behind him became even more silent and dark. Lin Sanjiu looked back and found that the puppet master had come out of the temple at some point; he was standing in the center of the room.
Looking down at the gift bag with closed eyes not far away, he saw two pale faces floating in the darkness.
No wonder he hates gift bags so much, Lin Sanjiu thought.
The puppeteer walked around the room without saying a word and slowly sat down on a wooden chair. The sound of the leather rubbing against each other was as if the night was pressed down by his weight and wrinkles appeared. Lin Sanjiu naturally
Walk over, stand next to him, and wait for the gift bag to open your eyes again.
The puppet master glanced at her and then turned his head.
There was a faint smell of powder floating in the cool air.
She didn't want to worry about the future anymore, she took a firm stand at this moment.
The first light that lit up in the room was still light yellow; then, the second thin, branch-like iron-blue light was like a slow and undispersed lightning, cutting zigzag cracks in the air.
The third color is a bunch of red that is almost like thick blood. It slowly drips from the container. After sniffing, I find the first two color marks.
"Success?"
When Ji Shanqing opened his eyes, Lin Sanjiu walked up to him and asked.
"Well," Libao nodded and said, "from now on, we will only follow the intersection of the three colors. Only when they intersect are there traces related to Oasis."
The traces formed by the three colors are like a few loosely intertwined lines, or like the helical structure of DNA. Even if they are scattered far in the middle, looking at their momentum, they seem to always rejoin at a certain point ahead.
at.
"It's like..." Lin Sanjiu thought of an inappropriate metaphor, "If you add a search condition, the search results will be more accurate?"
"Yes, you can say that," Li Bao nodded. "In addition, I also specially emphasized the proportion of the 'body steward' factor... The connection of 'body steward' will take precedence over other factors. Once we
Once you capture a 'body steward', the other two groups of people can start tracking at the same time."
Even now, she often can't help but admire the magic of the data body.
After placing the hand bones back in the grave, Lin Sanjiu was ready to set off again.
When several people left the farmhouse, no one reminded the puppet master that the puppet he had just collected was left behind.
Lin Sanjiu looked back for the last time. The Zhang Peng puppet was standing by the door, watching blankly as the people walked further and further into the dark night. She didn't know how long she walked forward when she vaguely heard a muffled sound coming from the wind behind her.
It was as if the body had been knocked to the ground and could not get up again.
It’s obviously a transition chapter but it took more than an hour to do it. It’s really terrible... I watched a shocking popular science today. In fact, the history of the festival "Spring Festival" is only 109 years.
