Doomsday Wonderland

Without a skull, this thin torso looks difficult to associate with "humans"; even if it moves its legs, it goes far and wide - after missing one head, Mihm The body seems to be re-adapting to its weight and balance.

Lin Sanshui stared at him and gradually walked away, suddenly blinked his eyes - I wonder if she was wrong, Mimm seems to have crossed a large distance in the blink of an eye and disappeared from the rear of the container.

"The hippocampus is not only used in our memory," she said. She did not clear her doubts. Spartan whispered. "It also helps us to position our space and understand the direction. Are you starting?" Is there a feeling of spatial dislocation?"

In the recording on the tape, Lin Sanjiu did not mention the hippocampus; presumably this is the result of his re-introduction after repeated mastery of the situation.

His voice fell, and the rear sounded a burst of gunfire, tearing the silence. With the roar of the mother, the earth trembled again and again; the fire continued to shine in the earth, shaking around a light and shadow, and the light and shade were uncertain.

"You too?"

"I just took a moment to see it, and it was normal again. I think our hippocampus is not too heavy."

"This will not work," Lin Sanjiu hurriedly stabilized his body and said, while he told the painter to draw the battle behind him again. "If Mihm is sucked in again, we will not be able to grasp the space orientation. ——"

At this time, I can never be hurt!

The voice of the mother squeezed her brain and rang her second sentence. When is this time? Lin Sanjiu just raised this doubt, but then it became a blank in memory.

When her memory was once again returned, Spartan suddenly took a look at her shoulder and pointed to the canvas on the side of the front side.

Under the gunfire of a headless figure, the dark red giant brain receded a long distance; the shell of the body opened a crack, and a piece of purple-black worm was crawling out from the center. As soon as I heard it, the friction of "Shasha" surged from afar like a tidal wave.

"Strange," Spartan whispered. "What are you going to do?"

Lin Sanjiu glimpsed and immediately understood his doubts. Those purple-black worms are dangerous for living people, but they have nothing to do with a corpse that has lost its head - even if the body is drained by them, a remotely controlled doll can continue to operate the gun.

The gunshots shook the eardrums, the fire shook the field of vision, and there was never a break; it was clear that the purple-black worms did not affect Mehm. However, the creeping sound of the cicadas became louder and clearer, and it sounded like the same everywhere - she glanced up and immediately called: "They are not directed at Meem!"

Whether it is on the canvas or in the reality in front of it, the purple and black tides that are crawling and crawling, are rapidly spreading from the inner wall of the soil cavity; in a blink of an eye, the soil cavity is from the bottom and the top. The ground was painted in purple and black, as if the wall was painted with paint.

"They are climbing up. The target may be those on the ground who have not yet absorbed the brain." Spartan tilted his head and murmured: "But why is the mother king eager to replenish nutrients at this time?"

At this time, it is being attacked by a storm. From the canvas, it has been scarred, and even the outer shell has been shattered and dropped a lot. How to say, the mother’s priority should also be to deal with them and Mihm. That's right.

"No matter why," Lin Sanjiu immediately called out [Tornado Whip], "We must stop these bugs!"

In the whistling of sharp and sharp winds, countless clods of dust were accompanied by a piece of purple-black worm, which was caught in the air and fell down. Not waiting for the long worms to squat on the ground, a few silvery half moon-shaped lights rushed to the ground, sympathetically crossing each other like a huge sickle; in the place where the light passed, powdered minced meat, like thick fog The same pounced on the ground.

Even if the memory is lost in the process, the two have not stopped the attack: even if one of them is still unable to understand what happened between them, as long as they see another person’s battle, there are already enough reasons. Join the battle.

Under their joint efforts, the purple black insect tide can hardly stand on the soil wall, falling off wave by wave, revealing the color of the soil again.

Nutrients, my nutrients!

The mother’s voice full of oppression seems to be getting heavier, and the silent earthquake swayes the spirit of the two, and even makes people’s minds faint.

I can't be interrupted at a critical moment!

The sternness of this sentence almost simply broke the nerves of Lin Sanjiu--there was a lot of golden stars in front of her eyes, and it finally dissipated in a few seconds; she shook her head and raised her eyes, and her eyes fell on the painter. Body.

This humanoid special item can't talk. At this time, I used my hands to open a picture on my chest. I don't know how long it has been maintained. Lin San wine swept away from the painting and slammed it back.

"Look," she whispered. "Is the mother of the painting... is there something more?"

On the canvas, at the foot of Meme's headless body, there was already a thick layer of purple-black worms at this time - it seems that the mother did not attack him. Mimm changed another weapon. The gunfire, like countless teeth, smashed a large dark red brain shell into pieces; but what really caught her eye was the thinness of the top of the mother's head. White strips.

She was busy taking a look at the last painting. In the painting of Buri, which is laid on the ground, the mother has no such white strips.

The white strips are paired in pairs, and there are about four or five pairs in total; from the picture, they can't see what they are. They can only see that they stretched out from all angles, only avoiding the front facing Mehm. That direction.

"What is that?" she whispered. "Looks like it's trying to stretch up?"

The mother has just said "a critical moment" - what is the key moment now? What is the relationship with these white slivers?

When both of them raised doubts, they gradually calmed down in the soil. Except for some fish that crawled into the dome of the net, the purple-black worms were almost wiped clean by them; the mother did not know why they had not recovered the corpses, and they spread them on the ground into a thick, sticky piece of fleshy swamp. .

In the last moment of Meme’s action as a puppet, he still released the gunfire to the mother in the next moment; the weapon he used now needs to be filled with shells, so the guns sound every few seconds. It will stop and then resound alone.

The roar sounded far and wide in the soil. For a time, it seemed that only the headless teenager was still fighting in perseverance.

Once the aging of the Pygmalion Collar is over, he will fully greet his end, re-collapse and become a corpse.

"Why is it a little bit moving?" Spartan asked, frowning.

"I always feel that this kind of thing seems to have happened once," Lin Sanjiu replied with his temple. "This is not a very good feeling... very familiar."

“Let your artist draw another picture and see what is going on behind us now.”

The artist soon handed in another painting. He probably looked at his master and Spartan, and he didn't even have to open his mouth. He had already listened to his orders. It was only in this painting that the thinner strips were longer. The king went back a little further, and there was not much difference from the previous one.

I don't know that after the first pause, Memm's gunshots never sounded again. Spartan looked awkward and said nothing. He just turned his head and looked at the picture and fell silent.

Lin San wine swallowed the scorpion that was about to smoke. They came to Shambhala for only half a day, but it felt like they had spent half a lifetime; when she rushed to re-record the tape before her memory dissipated, she Suddenly looked up and listened to the ear for a while.

From the top of the soil cavity, it seems that there is a vague, rhythmic low voice.

She looked back at Spartan. The blond man is still staring at the canvas, perhaps because he is too focused and not heard. Lin Sanjiu slowly stood up and called out the [tornado whip] in his hand and stared at the faint darkness in front of the earth.

The first face that came out of the darkness was dull and pale. His mandible has been melted by the purple-black worm, and the dough, mouth and muscles are loosely draped under the cheekbones, and the footsteps sway.

Even if half of his face lost his shape, Lin Sanjiu recognized him. This is a member of the arsenal, which she once saw in Airbus. She also knows the person behind him, the female singer who once licked Spartan's fingers - she is still wearing that shiny silk satin dress. In this way, one after another, the face of a stunned look, continued to float from the darkness, lined up into a long line into the soil.

The people who were kneeling on the ground were all summoned at this time.

"Spartan," she couldn't help but screamed - just after turning her head, the blond man suddenly interrupted her: "I understand!"

"what?"

"I understand that the mother is at a critical moment, and understand why these people will appear here," he glanced at the long marching team, his voice was quick and fast, "I am going to lose memory," You must remember what I said and record it!"

Lin Sanjiu hurriedly grabbed the recorder, and when he pressed the record button, he immediately said: "Mother's biggest goal is to connect with its body - that is, the planet, then as a brain, how is it going to be? Can you connect with your body?"

Spartan squatted down and focused on the thin strips on the canvas: "Like us, the answer is to rely on the nerves!"

Lin San wine could not help but take a breath.

No wonder the mother is not in a hurry to deal with Mihm. Mihm can have limited damage to it. It is better to suffer a little injury, but also to save energy for nerve growth. As long as they are connected to the planet, they may not be able to breathe a breath - and the superior evolutionary person can't resist the live burial of 10 million tons of soil.

"The purple-black long worms were probably sent out by the mother king to absorb the brains of these people, but they were broken up by us. In order to be able to use their nutrients and grow their nerves as soon as possible, the mother king summoned them all. "Spartan is fast and fast, and every word is clear: "The next step is the key - I have a way to solve the mother in one fell swoop." Ah, finally got out of a chapter! I am going to board the plane at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. It is really tossing... ah, ah, shallow grass and light, your euphemistic but full-fledged Hessian reminder reminder, I really scared! Let me think about it, don't remind me, you want the radish and 39 love little theater! is not it! Thank you, two plus three is equal to the promise of Xiao Er, Xiao Jingdi, Gu Muqian, and Blue Sea. Little kkk, Mumbai's Fu Jin, Xiao Jing, Yun Yun, I want to stand for a cloud 39 (...) forever, tempting Paris, 绾慬, cloud, soda, Lin 39's forest, the ball big devil, where to go back and forth Go, eagle charm, God save me, water ice 1999, waste paper, Qianchuan's Qiaochuan and other people's rewards and monthly tickets!