Doomsday Wonderland

When the copy disappeared, Lin Sanjiu returned to the dim communication room again. The air that had not touched humans for a long time was filled with a dark smell of dust. Large machines surrounded the two of them far and near like forest trees. Occasionally, A green or yellow light will blink slowly once.

Although it was different from what she imagined, she finally had a way to get to Sba'an.

"Sending a message from here?" Lin Sanjiu looked around and asked.

"No," Fan He stopped breathing as soon as the copy ended, but his expression was still natural and calm, and he didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all. "You come with me."

She was obviously the one who asked Lin Sanjiu to follow her. When Lin Sanjiu actually raised his foot to follow her, Fan He glanced back at her again. "Aren't you afraid that I will lead you into a trap?"

"Soldiers will stop you, water will cover you, and soil will cover you. Don't forget that you still have a deposit with me." Lin Sanjiu waved his hand, "Besides, at worst, if I take a breath, we will be in trouble together."

Fan He seemed to have nothing to do with her, so he simply led the way silently. She moved silently, like the shadow of a tree gently shaken by the wind on a moonlit night, slipping into the dark gap between the stars, clouds and shadows. If she hadn't stopped several times and said hello to Lin Sanjiu, Lin Sanjiu would have lost her long ago.

Even Kurosawa Ji's method of feeling the "sense of presence" when an object presses on the world cannot be found in Fanhe - she said that she has transcended human limitations, and it seems that she is not exaggerating.

"Your method of action is quite good." Lin Sanjiu walked with her in the shadows of the high and low buildings of the arsenal for a while. The more they walked, the more impressed she became, and asked, "How did you do it? Do you have any tips?" I want to try it too."

Fanhe looked back at her again. "We are... enemies, right?"

"Oh, yes," Lin Sanjiu said matter-of-factly, "But when not fighting, the enemies can also chat. Your arsenal always has a holiday."

The concept of "holiday" seemed to puzzle Fanhe for a while. Lin Sanjiu explained it to her several times, but Fanhe didn't understand what "holiday" and "working" meant - for her, as a member of the arsenal, it was her responsibility to carry out the arsenal's orders. How can people take a vacation from their own "way of existence"?

"Anyway," Fan He couldn't understand, shook his head, and changed the subject, "Have you seen the open space in front of you?"

"I saw it," Lin Sanjiu cheered up.

Under the dim moonlight, there was a vast and empty backyard; they had passed through the entire arsenal branch and arrived under the high metal wall on the other side. It wasn't until Lin Sanjiu walked into the open space that she realized that the ground was no longer paved with stone bricks.

The entire open space is just a piece of smooth dark gray metal. Only when you get close can you vaguely see the thin black gaps on the ground; in the center are several layers of circles and semicircular arcs, and the long and short straight gaps are like radiating lines. The same radiates from the central circle, covering the backyard.

"What is this place for?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

"The internal channels known to a small number of people in the arsenal have become facilities specifically for our prototypes in recent years..." Fanhe explained vaguely, saying: "I am separated from my root system, and I cannot directly feed it. Message. But all the parts on my body are connected to the internal channels of the arsenal, so only from here can you contact Sibaan - as long as my roots are still on him, he can feel it."

I don’t know what she did, but in the middle of her words, the ground suddenly cracked silently. Several metal platforms of different shapes and lengths rose up smoothly. Except for the low sound of the movement that was almost inaudible deep in the ground, it was as if a bunch of dim dreams quickly condensed into a hard and straight shape in the night.

Fan He dodged and walked between two thin metal platforms, one high and one low - where there happened to be a place to stand.

"It looks really impressive," Lin Sanjiu leaned forward and looked at the incomprehensible display lights and touch buttons on the thin metal platform, and asked, "But what if it rains and gets flooded?"

Fan He closed his eyes and didn't answer her at all. "When I connect with my roots, you take part of your consciousness and put it on my chest."

"Chest?" Lin Sanjiu felt a little embarrassed, cleared her throat and asked, "What does it mean to use consciousness?"

"Your mind and spirit still belong to humans, so you can't directly-" Fan He finally lost his patience mid-sentence, "Anyway, just let it go."

She wouldn't be worried if she let go of her hand, but her consciousness would be much safer. Lin Sanjiu pulled out a small ball of consciousness, looked up again, and found that Fan He's arms had disappeared - she was startled, and then saw clearly that they had been deeply submerged into the thin metal platforms on both sides at some point. ; At first glance, it seems as if Fanhe is part of the entire circle of facilities. Even though she is still in human form, it does not make people feel that she is also a person.

"Let's get started." Fan He said with lowered eyelids.

That small group of consciousness fell under Brahman and his collarbone.

As soon as she touched the other person's skin, Lin Sanjiu's mind immediately shuddered, as if the world that carried her was pulled away like a curtain, and she fell straight into the endless abyss; circles of light, The smell, texture and structure opened and closed one after another in front of Lin Sanjiu, who was constantly sinking and sinking. UU Reading www.uukanshu. The net slipped down - she only had a distant feeling, vaguely knowing that her feet were still standing on the ground.

"I'm looking for roots," Fanhe's voice didn't seem to come from her ears, but she couldn't tell how she heard it. "I don't know where he is... He is too far away, as if he is not in this world... I can barely feel the trace of the roots..."

Will Sibaan know it's him? Lin Sanjiu asked Fanhe silently through the connection of consciousness.

"Yes," Fanhe sensed her question as expected and replied: "The information transmitted through the root system cannot be faked...not just words, he will also feel everything about you...your heartbeat, hormones, blood flow, Genetic makeup...because you are connected to me, and my roots are in him, so-"

Before she could finish her words, Lin Sanjiu suddenly understood.

At that moment, it was as if she accidentally bumped into Sibaan's body while crossing space.

On the other side, separated by an unknown amount of distance, time, and worlds, there is a person who has formed a universe by himself.

Lin Sanjiu fell in at top speed and slowly floated up from the space composed of Sibaan's heartbeat, hormones, blood flow and genes.

"You will have some kind of connection in a way that transcends humans," Fan He said in a distant voice. "Whether it will disappear in the future, I don't know. Maybe it's a side effect."

You can... you can talk to him.

Lin Sanjiu floated in Siba'an, floating in a fragment of intermittent time. She wanted to speak, but it seemed that her voice was also cut by the fragments.

She had never felt such silence, vast and frozen loneliness.

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