Doomsday Wonderland

The shadows, the roads, the guardrails... the layers of fake skin covering everything in front of me, as if they were all pumped up, quickly tangled and twisted into a group of dirty colors that are constantly shaking, not to mention a word. Straight to the end of the night sky and highway junction.

The cat doctor also saw it: it trembled like this this time, not to sway whose cognitive ability, but like eating Bohemian after a heavy blow, even the "illusion" can not sustain, dare not dare I stayed in the same place.

"It took me a piece of insurance, do you think you can go if you want to go?" Bohemia sneered a sneer, chasing it, and the sudden night wind blows her long hair under the stars - when it opens again Her voice is faintly high: "Youtriedtomendwhatcannotbemended,"

The chaotic thing was almost ready to melt into the night. If you look closely, you can't tell the faint shadow of a small group of shadows; but when the poem echoes with the wind, the cat doctor clearly I saw it slamming in the distance of the road, like a person who ran too fast and accidentally rubbed his foot.

"Youtried,neitherfoolishnorclumsy,"

The shadow of the group hurriedly turned into a white, and it would melt into the white dividing line on the road surface; apparently that after it became part of the environment, Bohemia would lose its tracking target - logically speaking This idea can't be wrong.

It probably didn't think that the woman who chased it behind was best at using the verse "the right medicine."

"Torescuewhatcannotberescued...Butnothingiseverasperfectasyouwantittobe."

The cat doctor also learned a few words in the process of wandering. When this sentence rang, it slammed himself and threw it on the ground and relaxed completely. It stretched out the four feet that were tired and sore, and the furry belly swelled up and down with a breather--this is a headache, inexplicable embarrassment, and finally saw the end.

The long brown hair fell back on the back of Bohemia, and the dress and sleeves that were swaying in the wind gradually calmed down, and as she paced, she swayed gently at her feet.

"What you want to do, the effect you want to achieve, will not succeed in the next minute."

She looked down at the road and shook her head and struggled, but it was the white dividing line that could not escape. She held her arm and said, "...no matter what you are, then it’s my turn to give you a lesson. ""

Don't look at Bohemian's influence by cat doctors, but she is very good at dealing with non-material forms of enemies.

Whether it is [The Bard], [The Garden of Crossing Paths], or the special items related to "spirituality" and "divineness" in her body, most of them can be attacked from the spiritual level. She was just completely out of reach, and now she understands the situation and regains her upper hand. Soon, even the cat doctor could not bear to see it.

"Are you going to be deformed if you are squatting? Ah?"

Bohemia stepped on the white dividing line and tried to twist it down with his toes: "Do you think that you are vague, a pixel is not high, others can't touch you? Tell you, you mom to beat you, recruit child plenty -?? now how hurt. "

The chaos screamed a few screams in the mind of the cat doctor, and soon she was cut off by a wave of her hand, as if she had separated her "sound" with a hood.

"Look at how you look like a backcountry, you should have never seen my ability," she bit her back, and obviously had to torture it for a while before she could get rid of it: "...you ran, why don't you run? !"

The cat doctor walked close to her feet silently and licked her skirt.

As soon as Bohemian bowed his head, he immediately changed his face.

"Don't you take a break? Look, the hotel is still confiscated..."

"No," the kitten leaned around his neck and looked at the struggling white line on the road ahead. He couldn't help but secretly: "...What is going on? Why can't it move?"

“It’s very simple,” Bohemia was a little proud of, like pointing to the mountains and rivers on the road. “My consciousness [the garden of the cross-path] can flatten the reality of the material level, let me transcend reality, from See the higher world in the sense of the universe and in the spiritual sense."

"I don't understand."

"That must be that I didn't explain it well enough!" Bohemia seems to be afraid that the kitten will be unhappy. "Let me think about it... let's say the real world is a biscuit box, I can see the cookies in the box... No, No, this example is not good."

When she spoke, the white line was so painful that it was twisted back and forth like a snake with a tail cut, but she didn't even swipe her eyes. "Let's say, do you know the computer?"

"I just use a computer to open a single order." The cat doctor said arrogantly.

"Great!" Bohemia slaps a few more slaps. "For example, the real world is like a computer that is not turned on. We can see its screen and touch its keyboard, but it can only Stop at such a material level. Only when it is powered on and connected to the Internet, can we enter another world... Although it is not made up of matter, it is more representative of the essential world of a computer."

The cat doctor thought about it and understood: "Oh, it seems that I usually see someone as a piece of meat. If you look at the same person, you can see his soul."

Bohemia was so happy that he cried: "This metaphor is really great! It is a doctor!"

"That thing about this..."

"I saw it from the garden of the cross-cut path. I found that the body of this thing is actually just a sentence. Yes, that is the phrase 'I think so I am in' - hey, change one, I think it can be called a flute. Carl's famous words have become fine."

The green cat's eyes look at her for a while, and then look at the "Cartesian" trapped on the road.

... The products of this world seem to be a little bit too understandable.

"This thing is between the spirit and the matter. If you use consciousness as a rag, like Lin San," Bohemian floated a little to resist: "You don't say anything." I rolled it up in a roll, and it worked quite well. After I was trapped by consciousness, I could have more non-material attacks!"

"So... are you really a word?" The cat doctor hesitated to ask on the road.

As Bohemia waved, the chaotic voice rang again: "I am all-encompassing, I am deeply rooted in human consciousness-"

"Speak less!"

That white line does not move. After a while, it was a little dejected and asked: "...What are you going to do with me? Look at the number of evolutionists I have not absorbed before, or not today."

"What the **** are you?" The cat doctor sat next to each other, and the more he thought, the more confused he was: "Although she said that you are a sentence...but, are you a fallen species? Articles? Evolution? Like me. , has produced a wise non-human creature?"

The white line lie like a dead snake for a while, sighing.

"I am a copy."

One person and one cat were taken aback - "So bad copy?" "Warm, can you move freely?"

After the voice fell, they looked at each other.

Bohemia is a bit embarrassed: "I think you are more reasonable..."

The cat doctor waved his claws and was about to open his mouth. Suddenly his ears turned backwards. When it turned back, it just flew a small blue-white shadow from the distant night sky; the small shadow turned sharply. Flying close, falling in the hands of Bohemia, it is a communication paper crane.

They waited for a while, but there was never a bit of noise in the paper crane.

"What happened to Lin Sanjiu? Dumb?" Bohemia sighed, and suddenly he stopped.

From a distant road, a tall, thin, familiar shadow is getting closer and closer to them in the night; on her shoulders, there is a soft, hanging figure like a ramie bag.