Chapter 1083

one thousand and eighty-three

... this is too simple.

Bohemia looked at the "card of Nostradamus" in his hand and thought stupidly.

Just now, she and Descartes thought together for nearly ten minutes and rejected threeorfour proposals. She was really bothered by how to deceive Lin Sanjiu - later, she was so bored that she patted Lin Sanjiu on the shoulder: "Hey! Give me your Nostradamus card, I can use it."

"For what?" Lin Sanjiu seems a little worried.

Bohemia had nothing to say and simply stared: "... What do you care if you can eat enough? Can I burn it? I'll tell you later."

Her always unreasonable attitude seems to be more believable and natural than the hard made up reasons; Lin Sanjiu actually gave her the card like this.

"It's strange." Descartes mumbled in Bohemia's mind, "she has become a servant of truth. Why is she so vigilant? Can't she think that we may be ready to attack the spores in her brain?"

"Because she's stupid." Bohemia whispered.

"Don't use it indiscriminately." when one person muttered, Lin Sanjiu also asked, "I remember there are some doomsday factors absorbed by the world in the past. If released casually, it will cause damage to the world..."

Before she finished speaking, Bohemia interrupted her with a cry, "I'm going to open the ladle!"

"What?" Lin Sanjiu was obviously surprised, "now -"

The second half of the sentence could not be uttered, but was drowned by a sharp sound of the air being cracked - behind her neck, the creature born like a bush suddenly appeared from the "imitation"; Several branches emerged in the air, stretched up long, and then threw them heavily on the back of her head, arousing a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Wait, one is enough!" Bohemia was in a hurry. The speed of these seven words was as fast as lightning.

Unfortunately, she said it a little late - although the bush like creature took back a few branches in time, more than one still fell on the back of Lin Sanjiu's head. With her painful neighing, a blood spot suddenly stirred up in the air; Bohemia closed his eyes tightly and shrunk his shoulders.

"That man really hates her." Descartes also hissed.

Blood seeped from the crack, but as soon as Lin Sanjiu's hair was wetted, it was all absorbed by those branches. Fortunately, due to the small number of branches, the back of her head was not crushed like those villagers; Only two long and deep longitudinal wounds, like cracks in the earth after the earthquake, opened her head under the cover of thick black hair.

Even Lin Sanjiu, whose skin was rough and fleshy, turned white after being hit by this blow; Her eyes seemed to lose focus, wobbled a few times, suddenly fell on the table, and completely fainted.

If you can survive such a casual attack on your brain, won't you be more stupid in the future?

Bohemia was anxious and panicked. Even if she knew what to do next, she couldn't help panicking and had already held her breath unconsciously - she hurried forward with consciousness and "pressed" the wound on Lin San's drunk head; After the clump of creatures took back the branches, she could only use this method to stop bleeding for Lin Sanjiu.

"There is indeed conscious power inside to protect her brain." Bohemia is very sensitive to the flow of consciousness, and at this time, she breathed a little relieved, "card, where did I put the card -"

The doomsday factor originally absorbed in "Nostradamus card" has long been released into the examination room irresponsibly by her - anyway, this is a copy, a closed space. She put the card on the back of Lin Sanjiu's head and looked at the empty small battery icon on the card, tightening her nerves.

This card can only absorb the doomsday factor, but she is not 100% sure whether the world has really come to an end. If those spores only control this part of the area... This card will be useless.

One person stared at the card. As time went by, Bohemia's heart became heavier and heavier - because the battery icon on the card remained unchanged. Lin Sanjiu did give her the right to use it; Her method of use is also correct... Since Nostradamus' card has not absorbed anything, it shows that... Spores are not the doomsday factor?

Is this really not a fucking doomsday world?

Then what should she do to make Lin Sanjiu regain his senses?

"Don't worry," even Descartes saw her flustered, "wait a little longer -"

"Adults said," the voice of the copy host startled them coldly, "you are not thorough enough."

Bohemia really wanted to be angry if it weren't for the puppet master. When is this time? Lin San's brain has been opened two deep holes after drinking, so that she can't suck out the spores that make her become truth silly X - it seems that she is almost at the end of her rope, and the puppet master is still picking out the scoop. Isn't it thorough enough? It's better to let her kill Lin Sanjiu now and give her a good time——

... eh?

Bohemia suddenly tilted her head.

She leaned her head, endured the tumbling discomfort, and glanced at the back of Lin Sanjiu's cracked head. In the clumps of black hair soaked with blood, she could barely feel that consciousness was flowing faintly under the crack - like a glimpse of the rolling lava below after knocking out a volcano.

... with such a protective shell, it seems that it really can't be called "completely open ladle".

"Hey," she quickly turned to Descartes and asked, "you know more about spores. I ask you, is it possible that it is protected by this layer of consciousness, so it can't suck out?"

But this guess also has its unreasonable place - if the spores are really blocked by consciousness, then how did they get in at first?

But she didn't expect that this problem with luck made Descartes fall into meditation.

"When you say this, it seems to be true..." it whispered, "well, do you know the wave particle duality of light? Spores are a little similar in nature. They have both a material side and a spiritual side... Material carriers are conducive to transmission, but after invading the host, to have an impact on thought and spirit, you can't rely on material alone..."

In other words, consciousness can stop foreign materials, but can't stop foreign "thoughts"?

Bohemia thought of this, and a pair of big golden brown eyes gradually lit up.

"Say it earlier," she proudly rolled up her sleeve, "as far as the strength of her layer of consciousness protection is concerned, it seems to me that it is similar to a piece of paper!"

Didn't you take the computer to repair it? I suspect that the computer repairer saw the doomsday manuscript... Today, he received a message from this talkative uncle, asking me, "if you don't mind, I'll ask you what you do?" I will never admit that I wrote the manuscript. It's embarrassing! I thought, "editor." [how clever I am]