His judgment of "despair" is very accurate; it seems that "despair" is a state that he has dealt with countless times and is as familiar as the palm of his hand.
As oxygen and life were lost little by little, Lin Sanjiu could feel that the cold, dark water level in her body was rising little by little, turning her body and mind into ruins inch by inch, and no more fire could be produced.
.
...She has tried every kind of resistance and struggle that she can think of and can do.
[Flat World] was opened over and over again, but the card could never be formed from the palm of the hand; the "seed" seemed to be afraid, no matter how much she begged, she was unwilling to touch Fushiro. All evolutionary abilities, consciousness
, it all became a distant dream, a setting that she accidentally opened and saw when she was working as an office worker, and it had nothing to do with her.
Her hands were weak and clammy, and she scratched Fushiro's arm, unable to exert any strength. It was as light as the hallucinations of the person next to her pillow in the middle of the night. She couldn't even see whether she had left any red marks, because she was so low.
Looking down, my vision was blurry.
It seems that the body has broken off from the neck a long time ago and cannot be felt.
She was left with the strongest feeling: she didn't know when her neck would be crushed and her head would explode.
But even though the pain was so severe, Lin Sanjiu still didn't die - not only did she not die, she could also clearly feel how far away she was from death, and how she was getting closer to that limit.
Fu Xilao's precise control is really terrifying... She thought vaguely.
He carefully measured every step she took toward death, tightening her strength and muscles little by little on a scale that was difficult for humans to achieve, so that her life and the despair of the rising water level could just complete the journey at the same time.
As if Lin Sanjiu was the most sophisticated and delicate instrument, Fu Xiluo was enduring the pain biting inside her, adjusting her last moments with infinite patience and care, almost lovingly.
No, there is no other way.
Lin Sanjiu was forced to look up at the night sky. In the misty darkness, there were a few dull and bright stars.
Perhaps Sibaan's special life and future may be changed at any time; after tonight, he will no longer have her in his life.
If...if I could see everyone again, it would be great.
If Kurosawa Ji saw her like this, he would probably have a furious look on his face, hating how iron can turn into steel...?
After all, the last way he chose to leave was to jump from the roof into the night, into the boundless ocean of degenerate species on the ground, where the black tide surged.
In the last scene of the dream, he was like a twisting black blade. Wherever he went, broken corpses and dirty blood rose into the sky, as if he was trying to build a Tower of Babel between heaven and earth with the flesh and blood of the fallen species.
However, even the vicious blade will gradually become dull and worn out in the endless killing.
"Can't you kill them cleanly?" Kurosawa Ji's voice was deep and cruel, as if he could hardly suppress the contemptuous laugh that followed. "It's impossible, so what does it matter? I just need to be worthy of my knife at this moment.
Who cares whether he lives or dies at the next moment, or whether the world is still around?"
Lin Sanjiu's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes that were already blurry again.
Is she still alive at this moment? What did she try at this moment?
If not, how can she be considered worthy of herself and everyone else?
"Teacher Yi..." Lin Sanjiu murmured in his mind, "[No coincidence can be written]... keen intuition... everything is good, come here..."
However, there seemed to be an abyss of death in her body; her calls fell into silence, as if the world was also telling her in silence that in front of Fusillo, she had no choice but to die obediently.
"Please, Teacher Yi..."
"Small wine?"
Fu Xiluo suddenly called her hoarsely, and the hand that was holding her throat stopped, and finally stopped squeezing in little by little. "Were you... talking to me just now?"
Did her efforts to call Teacher Yi actually let out a little sound from her throat that was almost broken at the moment?
Lin Sanjiu reluctantly moved her eyes and vaguely saw Fu Xilao.
He didn't seem to think that she had anything else to say - not just listening to her last voice on earth, but also the only way for him to get a brief relief from the pain of killing her.
Amidst the surprise and hope, when Fu Xiluo looked at Lin Sanjiu, his expression was almost... pious.
What should she say to delay death?
"Small wine,"
Following Qing Jiuliu's voice, Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes.
……what happened?
Qingjiureu's back was facing her, his thin and slender back was bare; his muscle lines followed his movements, gently stretching and relaxing with the light and shadow. "...In this world with indefinite shapes, free and twisted, you are me
The only truth you can see."
Ah...yes, that was Qing Jiuru's dream that she had just experienced, and she didn't know why it came to mind at this critical moment.
The dream seemed to be his home world...
"However, I have to say goodbye to you and become a part of that world without truth." Qingjiuru turned around, lowered his head, took a deep breath of the paper roll in his hand, and the fire lit up. "I must not be very happy.
It's... just a small drink."
What?
"That's what's interesting about truth and answers. As long as they exist, it's enough... no matter how far away from me they are, no matter where they are submerged in time." Qingjiuru raised his eyes and smiled lazily. "You
Can you find it? That answer?”
what is the answer?
Lin Sanjiu realized that she seemed to be hallucinating when she was on the verge of death - because she did not remember having such a conversation in Qing Jiuliu's dream.
"Don't lose consciousness,"
The hallucination passed in a flash; she heard Fushiro's hoarse voice saying in the distance: "So...you don't want to tell me anything in the end?"
She originally thought... She originally thought that if her plan was successful, at least two people would still be around after the flood; Ji Shanqing and Yuan Xiangxi.
Although Ji Shanqing cannot resist the great flood, his body is far away in the universe, and he will separate another strand of consciousness to find her; as for Yuan Xiangxi, he is not a human in the first place and will not be affected by the great flood.
"It's impossible,"
Yuan Xiangxi laughed in his dream, as if it was another conversation that had never happened before. "The life of a ghost is also a life, and I don't want to gamble with it, but the situation seems to no longer allow me to take advantage of this coincidence."
He pointed to his left foot and said: "You remember, right? That guy named Yachiyanagi, his left foot became alive for me - if there is someone who hates learning, he can really start a class and become a professor. Dragging a
A living human foot means that I will be dragged into the teleportation..."
Yuan Xiangxi thought for a while, as if he thought this was funny, and said with a smile: "Those people are vaccinated on a large scale one after another, so they won't be teleported. I wouldn't be teleported in the first place, but now I can't escape the flood.
Well...things in this world are really like a round dining table, going back and forth."
Those people...were vaccinated on a large scale one by one...
The answer lost in time... is that one?
Could it be that this matter has always been obvious in front of her, but she didn't realize it until now?
Before she could secretly regret herself for wasting the opportunity, Lin Sanjiu's throat was once again tightened by Fu Xiluo's methodical power; she only paused on her way to death, and then continued to move forward.
Wait, she finally found the answer, but she can't do anything?
Lin Sanjiu desperately tried to summon the communicator; but [Flat World] was like a closed book. No matter how heart-breaking she shouted through the window, the book would not open.
How can she send a signal to Siba'an if she can't call the communicator? She even found the answer, but is she going to die on such an easy operation?
No, no, there is another... there is another way.
Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes and saw a blood-red world. The fog rose from the corner of her vision, getting thicker and thicker, but her consciousness became increasingly blurred. She knew that she would die soon.
Although it is slim and slim, it is the only hope.
The way to send the last signal to Siba'an is to destroy the connection between them.
Countdown to energy delivery—02:35:28
In nineteen seconds, I wrote more than two thousand words, and my hydrography skills improved again (.
