Doomsday Wonderland

... Does the planet also have a brain?

Lin Sanjiu was full of surprise at a time, and stood in the same place, but did not know what to do. Just a few questions and answers, the earth was quiet again. At this time, only the liquid that did not know where it fell, fell into the water, and the quiet echo gradually dissipated.

Not far from the front, Spartan slightly tilted his head, revealing a straight line of nose bridge. He lowered his eyes and looked away from the mother. "I understand. How much nutrients do you need to grow up? Maybe we can help you."

No need.

The sound that is like a direct pressure on the soul is huge and broadly filled in the mind; it is difficult to describe what the mother is talking when it is spoken, and even if it has no tone, it is hard to say -

As a calf, you should have a calf look.

When this sentence came into the ear, Lin Sanjiu was shocked and immediately raised his head. In this sentence, she will not forget her death. In her hometown, it is the words that Ren Nan said to her, which opened her first day as an evolutionist.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

She opened her mouth and felt that her lips were shaking. "Sbaan, it... it said this sentence, I have heard it from other populations before. I suspect that it can intercept some of the information in our brains."

"Is your memory?" Spartan raised his voice slightly. Just after asking a half sentence, the voice of the mother was once again pressed down.

... you will always be on the side of the glass, looking at the lives of others... the parallel lines that never intersect.

This sentence is very strange, apparently not from her memories; when Lin Sanshui looked up, just saw Spartan slammed his head.

After the fall of the mother king, there was no movement in the soil suddenly. It seemed to give up the attack of the purple-black worm, but it was silent in silence. Lin San wine looked up and looked at the goddess, the humanoid special item and Her eyes slammed and she soon understood what she meant.

Shencha looked at the brain behind the two for a while and shook his head.

She said nothing, it means that the mother did not have any action.

In this way, in the underground cavity that I don't know how many meters deep, the two men stood face to back with a mountain-like brain standing dead, no one moved, no one made a sound.

What is the mother king doing?

"You are right," Spartan suddenly broke the silence. Unlike the voices of past leisure relatives, he sounds like he is really angry at this moment, and his voice sinks coldly: "It does have access to our memories. But now, it should only capture some fragments."

That sentence really belongs to him.

“How did it do?” Lin San’s nails were deeply trapped in his palm. “Why... is it the parasite we are infected with? Can the parasite do this?”

“Have you heard of Toxoplasma?” the blond man whispered. “It is carried by the cat in the body and has no effect on the cat itself. Instead, the rodents infected with Toxoplasma will lose their fear of the cat... they I will even walk over the cat in front of the cat without knowing how to escape."

The mother who is behind is still silent, as if it does not exist. If Lin Sanjiu knew that she could not be so lucky, she would even wonder if it was going to let them go.

"I heard that... you mean, are we infected with parasites like toxoplasma?"

"Yes, but it is much more powerful than it is." Spartan replied, replied: "This parasite, once invaded our brain, immediately splits three new sources of infection, driving us to They spread out. It seems that the first to be affected and destroyed is our emotional center."

"So our reason is still there, but it is neither afraid nor doubtful." Lin Sanjiu said here, adding: "The information about Shambhala is also through parasites into our brains?"

The blond man nodded. "It can only be for this reason."

The clearer the voice of the two when they speak, the more silent the mother is behind. Such a huge "brain" is only a bright, dyed edge of a gully, and most of the body is melted into the darkness... Lin Sanjiu imagines that it is sticking to the back of the head like a ghost. I listened quietly to each of their words.

"The parasite, now probably invaded our hippocampus - that is where we store our memories." Spartan raised his hand and ordered his own temple, still not looking back. "So it can come across our memories."

"I understand," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but vomit. "They don't know how to read our little bit of memory, and...and pass it on to the mother." She said here and thought about it. In seconds, I finally found a suitable analogy: "Like... like a Bluetooth transmission!"

"Yes," Spartan nodded and seemed to want to say something, but suddenly stopped. He thought about it for a while before he reopened his mouth. The voice was a bit erratic: "Yes... but I am not as optimistic as you are. I think the goal of the mother is not to read our little bit of memory."

"You mean?"

"I suddenly can't think of anything to say." The blond man slammed his head. "...the goal is clear, that is, to absorb our brains as nutrients. So many people who went to Shambhala before and after. But if you can continue to fight against your own will, like you and me, I am afraid it will be rare... It has met such a rare situation, and I think we must be brewing a new way to deal with us."

"Is it going to start from our hippocampus?"

This time her voice fell for a long while, and still did not hear the echo from Spartan. He seemed to be stunned and stood straight ahead; Lin Sanjiu called him a few times, and he suddenly felt like a sudden return: "What are you talking about?"

"You...what's wrong with you?" Lin Sanjiu whispered and whispered, "Do you keep talking?"

"What do you want to continue?" Spartan seems to be a bit embarrassed: "Why is the mother king not moving?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "Yes, what did you say?..."

She clearly remembers that she was still thinking about something, but she forgot what she had just turned around in her mind, and couldn’t think of it.

"I forgot." Spartan said one word at a time.

Lin San wine also forgot.

"This is too good, this is not normal," she murmured. "Are we saying why the mother did not move?"

However, the dialogue was only half a minute ago, but now it seems to have fallen into a piece of silk in the water. As the water ripples and sinks deep into the mind, how can she catch it and only grab it.

"No, no," a hoarse old-aged woman's voice, leading the eyes of both of them to the goddess. Her pointed, long nose hangs down, shining in the darkness of the sweat: "You have forgotten this? What kind of hippocampus you just said, what memories come - how can you remember so soon? Already?"

The feeling of "suddenly realized" seems to be a beam of moonlight cast in the night, just illuminating the mind of Lin Sanjiu, and then it was engulfed by the dark clouds, leaving only her a mist.

When the voice of the goddess just fell, she forgot.

It seems that Spartan is the same situation.

"I vaguely remember that we were saying that the counterattack had not worked," he said lowly. "What items do you have, can you automatically attack without using it?"

Lin Sanshui listened to the teacher's voice and faintly crossed the depths of her mind, and floated before she heard it clearly.

What is she reminding herself of?

"I have," she couldn't think too much, and she was busy. The artist was called twice in a short period of time and seemed to be a little overwhelmed; but this time the goal was very clear - Lin Sanjiu took a finger and he immediately hugged his bucket and brush I ran to the front of Spartan and sat down with the easel.

The light in the earth's cavity was dim, and all the details were submerged in a faint; therefore, he painted very fast, and once he brushed the brush, a strong airflow suddenly slammed into the soil and flew straight into the blank space of the canvas. The wind continually hits something behind him, hitting a soft shell-like texture, and sending out a rushing crisp sound; even with the size of the mother, it is moved by the suction of the canvas. - It is probably also resisting suction, and the ground is constantly being hit, and there is a heavy tremor.

Spartan did not move.

"I always feel that we seem to have forgotten something very important..." His low voice was almost invisible in the sound of the mother's shocking earth. He said, while glanced at the large empty canvas in the center - then suddenly condensed the movement.

"Lin," he suddenly raised his voice and pointed at the canvas and shouted, "Can you see it? Beside the blank, that is, at the foot of the mother, it seems to be lying alone."

Lin San was shocked and quickly looked up at the canvas. Only the painter had just gone too far to capture the panorama. She couldn’t see anything for a while; Spartan looked down and watched for a few seconds, and she vomited a long time: "It’s Meme!"

Worse - this thought rose from her heart.

At this time, the mother was attracted to the canvas, and was constantly struggling and rolling, shaking the soil and swaying, and igniting countless soil ash; Mihm was too close to it, as long as it was rolled a little by the brain. So, no matter whether he is dead or alive, what he can leave is just a flesh and blood.

"I will bring him back," Spartan slammed his hand, and the half-moon-shaped silver light disappeared with the goddess, replaced by a metal cylinder with a waist and a waist. Lin Sanjiu screamed and hurriedly said, "Wait, don't turn around!"

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