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Fushiro was right.

His judgment on "despair" is very precise; it seems that "despair" is a state that he has dealt with countless times, and he is familiar with it as if he knows it well.

With the loss of oxygen and life, Lin Sanjiu could feel that the cold and dark water level in her body was rising little by little, inch by inch, flooding her body and mind into ruins, and no fire could be born anymore. .

... She has tried every conceivable and feasible resistance and struggle.

[Flat World] was opened repeatedly, but the card could not be formed from the palm of the hand; "Seed" seemed to be afraid, no matter how much she begged, she was unwilling to touch Fu Xiluo. All the evolutionary abilities and consciousness have become distant dreams, and have become the settings of novels that she occasionally read when she was an office worker, which has nothing to do with her.

Her hands were weak and wet, and she scratched Fu Xiluo's arm one after another, but she couldn't use any strength, and it was as light as the hallucinations of someone sleeping beside her pillow in the middle of the night. She couldn't even see if she had left a red mark, because she couldn't lower her head, and her vision was blurred.

The body seems to have broken off from the neck long ago, and I can't feel it.

She only had the strongest feeling left: at some point, her neck would be crushed and her head would explode.

But even with such pain, Lin Sanjiu still didn't die—not only didn't she die, she could clearly feel how far she was from dying, and how she was approaching that limit little by little.

Fuxiluo's precise control is really terrifying... She thought vaguely.

He carefully measured every step she took towards death, tightening her strength and muscles at a scale that is difficult for humans to make, so that her life and the despair of the rising water level just happened to be able to complete the journey at the same time.

As if Lin Sanjiu was the most delicate and delicate instrument, Fu Xiluo was enduring the pain of biting him in his body, and with infinite patience and care, he was almost lovingly adjusting her last moment.

No, there is no other way.

Lin Sanjiu was forced to look up at the night sky. In the misty darkness, there were a few dull and bright stars floating.

Perhaps Sibaan's special life and future may be changed at any time; after tonight, she will not be in his life.

If... If only I could see everyone again, that would be great.

If Kurosawaji saw her appearance at this time, he would probably have a fierce look on his face, hating that iron can't be made into steel, right...?

After all, the way he chose to leave in the end was to jump from the roof into the night, into the boundless ocean of fallen species on the ground where the Kuroshio surged.

In the last scene of the dream, he was like a twisting black blade, wherever he went, corpses and blood soared into the sky, as if he wanted to build a Tower of Babel with the flesh and blood of the fallen species between the heaven and the earth.

However, even the fierce blade, in the endless killing, will gradually become blunt and be worn off.

"Can't kill cleanly?" Hei Zeji's voice was deep and ruthless, as if he was about to be unable to suppress the next contemptuous laugh. "It's impossible, so what does it matter? I just need to be worthy of my knife at this moment. Who cares whether he will die or live at the next moment, or whether the world is still there?"

Lin Sanjiu's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his chaotic eyes again.

Is she still alive at this moment? At this moment, what did she try?

If not, then how could she be worthy of herself and everyone?

"Teacher Yi..." Lin Sanjiu murmured in his mind, "[No coincidences are not a book]... Keen intuition... Anything is good, let's have one..."

However, her body seemed to be an abyss of death; her call fell silent, as if the world was also telling her in silence that in front of Fu Xiluo, she could only die obediently.

"Please, Teacher Yi..."

"Small wine?"

Fu Xiluo suddenly called out to her hoarsely, and the hand holding her throat stopped, and finally stopped squeezing in. "Were you... talking to me just now?"

Did her efforts to call out to Teacher Yi cause a little sound to flow out of her throat, which was about to be broken at this moment?

Lin Sanjiu barely rolled his eyes, and vaguely saw Fu Xiluo.

He didn't seem to expect that she had something to say—not just listening to her last voice in the world, but also the only way for him to get a short-term relief from the pain of killing her.

Amid surprise and hope, when Fu Xiluo looked at Lin Sanjiu at this moment, his expression was almost...pious.

What should she say to delay death?

"Little wine,"

Accompanied by Qing Jiuliu's voice, Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes.

....what happened?

Qing Jiuliu turned his back to her, his slender and slender back was naked; the muscle lines stretched and stretched gently with the light and shadow with his movements. "...In this shapeless, distorted world, you are the only truth I can see."

Ah... That's right, it was Qing Jiuliu's dream that she had just experienced, but somehow it came to mind at this critical moment.

The dream seems to be his home world...

"However, I want to say goodbye to you and become a part of the world without the truth." Qing Jiuliu turned around, lowered his head, took a deep breath of the scroll in his hand, and the flames lit up. "I'm sure I'm not very happy... But, Xiaojiu."

What?

"This is the interesting thing about truth and answers. As long as they exist, it is enough... no matter how far away they are from me, no matter where they are submerged in time." Qing Jiuliu raised his eyes and laughed lazily. "Can you find it? The answer?"

what is the answer?

Lin Sanjiu realized that when she was about to die, she seemed to have hallucinations—because she didn't remember that she had such a conversation in Qing Jiuliu's dream.

"Don't lose consciousness,"

The hallucination passed in a flash; she heard Fusiro's hoarse voice saying in the distance, "So...you don't want to tell me anything in the end?"

She originally thought... originally thought that if her plan was successful, at least two people would still be by her side after the great flood; Ji Shanqing and Yuan Xiangxi.

Although Ji Shanqing couldn't resist the great flood, his body was far away in the universe, and he would separate a strand of consciousness to find her; as for Yuan Xiangxi, he was not human in the first place and would not be affected by the great flood.

"Impossible,"

In the dream, Yuan Xiangxi laughed, as if it was another conversation that hadn't happened before. "The fate of a ghost is also fate, and I don't want to gamble with it, but the situation seems to no longer allow me to take advantage of it."

He pointed to his left foot and said, "Do you remember? The guy named Wu Yiliu made my left foot alive - if someone hates learning, he can really start a class as a professor. Drag a It's only a living person's foot, which means that I will be dragged into the teleportation by it..."

Yuan Xiangxi thought for a while, as if he thought it was amused, and said with a smile: "Those people are vaccinated one by one on a large scale, so they won't be teleported. I wouldn't be teleported, but now I can't escape the flood." Now... the world is really a round dinner table, turning back and forth."

Those people... one after another, vaccinating large areas...

The answer flooded by time...is that it?

Could it be that this matter has always been clearly in front of her eyes, but she didn't realize it until now?

Before she had time to secretly hate herself for wasting the opportunity, Lin Sanjiu's throat was once again gripped tightly by Fu Xiluo's methodical strength; her footsteps towards death were only paused, and then she was forced to move forward again.

Wait, she finally found the answer, but she can't do anything?

Lin Sanjiu desperately wanted to summon the communicator; but [Flat World] was like a closed book, no matter how much she shouted through the window, the book would not be opened.

How can I send a signal to Sparan if I can't call out the communicator? She even found the answer, but is she going to die in such an easy-to-use action?

No, no, there's one more... one more way.

In Lin Sanjiu's suddenly opened eyes, he saw a blood-red world. The fog rose from the corner of her vision, getting thicker and thicker, but her consciousness became more and more faint. She knew that she was going to die soon.

Although small and slim, it is the only hope.

The way to send one last signal to Sparan is to destroy the connection between them.

Countdown to energy delivery - 02:35:28

In nineteen seconds, I wrote more than 2,000 words, and my hydrographic skills have risen again (.