MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2264 start again
Chapter 2264 Start Again
From various perspectives, the experience of Little Green Crane when it was adopted as its "identity" seemed to be different from what Lin Sanjiu thought.
"Of course she was adopted as an identity by Occidental. After becoming one of the identities, she also behaved similarly to Yu Yuan. Her will was suppressed, and she had little to do with what happened when her body was occupied. impression."
Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on a long wooden stool, and murmured his doubts into a voice: "But why did Occidentus let her back? He has already become his identity, so why did he let her back?"
This question, even if the little green crane was alive, she would not be able to answer it; what's more, what she was looking at at the moment was only the broken and incomplete hand bones of the little green crane.
When the little green crane was alive, its fate was rough, but after death, it could not live in peace. They still opened the grave and fished out a broken hand bone from its arm. Even though the evolved ones have always been fearless about life and death, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, and always felt that this matter was done wrong.
However, in order to trace it further, they had no other way.
After the gift package has finished deciphering the hand bones, its information will be put into the container of "Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land" just like [Green Thumb]. In a sense, after death, the little green crane regained its dead ability—perhaps it was the only consolation Lin Sanjiu could think of.
"There is one thing, haven't we been unable to figure it out?" Ji Shanqing carefully took the bone out of the handkerchief, and held it in his hand as if he was a bit reluctant—not all at once The fist was clenched, and fingers were closed one by one, as if he didn't feel very comfortable.
"Oncesius can obviously create a body steward, so why does he need to adopt an evolutionary as an identity? Or the question is the same in reverse. Why should he create a body steward when he has an identity?"
Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppeteer. The candles outside the temple were dimly lit, just floating quietly under the roof of the farmhouse, as if he had no intention of participating in the discussion; the reason why he went back, she suspected was because the puppeteer refused to be like them, in a room. Rest in a simple farmhouse.
"Do you have any guesses?" she asked the gift bag.
Ji Shanqing shook his head. "Until more information and clues are unearthed, my guessing is no different from throwing a shoe."
So, it seems that they can only find a way to find the answer from the next tracked body steward—or "identity"—.
"Hand bones are easy to decipher, but Zhang Peng is so big, do you want to decipher all of them and put them in "Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land"?" Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt worried again, and asked quickly before the gift package began to decipher. Said: "I'm worried whether your energy is not enough?"
Whenever Ji Shanqing is cared about by his sister, his face always lights up—it is obvious that Lin Sanjiu cares about him a lot, but the data body does not seem to be like a human being, accustomed to love or preferential treatment.
"I've also considered this issue. Not only is it a waste of energy, but it's also unnecessary." He explained with a smile, "As evolutionaries, he and Little Green Crane have too many causes and effects and connections. If you list them out, it will cause trouble for us instead.
"About the tracking, I plan like this: first, only track the 'common thread' among the three; It is a lot of biological information, so there is no need to interpret it and put it in. In this way, the probability of us being led astray can be greatly reduced, and the possibility of finding clues related to body stewardship will also increase.”
It really deserves to be a gift bag, and she is naturally more thoughtful than her.
When Ji Shanqing closed his eyes and began to interpret the hand bones and Zhang Peng, Lin Sanjiu stood up quietly and walked towards the door of the farmhouse.
The setting sun is about to sink to the horizon, and the vast and open evening sky is dyed dark blue, pink purple and soft light red, fainting wave after wave, and gradually falling into the unknown in the distance.
When encountering certain moments, such as now, she will have a sense of unreality. 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 her who wants to stand up and face Orcius?
What's more, she still has so many friends hanging on the line together...Yu Yuan, Marse...
Lin Sanjiu shook his head, swearing that this was the last time.
Sometimes things are like this, just afraid to think. If you think too much, you dare not do it, because the road is only so thin that people can fall in all directions; just looking at your feet and thinking about every step you take is the way to complete a long distance.
The last few rays of light were about to fade, and the room behind them was even more silent and pitch black. Lin Sanjiu glanced back, and found that the puppeteer came out of the temple at some time; he was standing in the middle of the room, looking down at the gift bag not far away, with his eyes closed, two pale faces floating in the darkness inside.
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 leather squeezed and rubbed, as if the night was pressed down by his weight and folded. Lin Sanjiu walked over naturally, stood beside him, and waited for the gift bag to open their eyes again.
The puppeteer glanced at her, then turned his head again.
In the cool air, there was a faint smell of face powder.
She doesn't want to worry about the future anymore, she has planted her feet at this moment.
The first faint light in the room was still light yellow; then, the second thin, twig-like iron blue, like a slow and undissipated lightning, cut zigzag cracks in the air . The third color is a bunch of red that looks like thick blood, slowly dripping down from the container, after sniffing, I found the marks of the first two colors.
"Successful?"
When Ji Shanqing opened his eyes, Lin Sanjiu went up to him and asked.
"Well," Li Bao nodded, and said, "From now on, we only need to follow the intersection of the three colors. Only when they intersect are traces related to Occidental."
The traces formed by the three colors are like a few loosely intertwined lines, and also like the helical structure of DNA. Even if they are scattered far away in the middle, judging from their momentum, they always seem to rejoin at a certain point in front of them. place.
"It's like..." Lin Sanjiu thought of an inappropriate metaphor, "If you add a search condition, the search result will be more accurate?"
"Yes, you can say that," Li Bao nodded. "In addition, I also specially emphasized the proportion of the factor of 'body steward'... The connection of 'body steward' will appear in priority over other factors. Once we catch a 'body steward', the other two groups of people will also You can start tracking at the same time."
Even now, she often cannot help admiring the magic of the data body.
After putting the hand bones back into the grave, Lin Sanjiu was ready to set off again.
When several people left the farmhouse, no one reminded the puppeteer that the dolls he had just received were left behind.
Lin Sanjiu turned her head for the last time, and the Zhang Peng puppet was standing by the door, staring blankly at the few people walking farther and farther in the dark night; she didn't know how long she had walked forward, and vaguely heard a muffled sound in the wind behind her, It was like a person fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.
It’s obviously a transitional chapter, but it’s really terrible to work on it for more than an hour... I read a shocking science popularization today. In fact, the history of the "Spring Festival" festival is only 109 years
