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"Why are you here?" Fan Ning asked.

"This is at least the tenth time you've asked me." Qiong Yigulu stood up and looked around Fan Ning, "Every time you wake up recently, at least half of your reactions are like this. You have such a bad impression of me. Is it profound?"

Fan Ning folded his legs and propped himself up on the ground, frowning, trying hard to search for the groggy experiences and images in his mind.

The comb handed to me by the puddle, the sound of the flute coming from the co-pilot, the lightning that spread across the sky, and the shuttle flight between steep snowy mountains.
There seems to be some impression
It's really not like meeting and walking together for the first time.

"Then how did you get here?" Fan Ning asked again. After asking, he felt that it was a repetition of the previous question, so he changed the wording, "I mean, how did you find me later, and what was it specifically? Where is the time.”

The girl met his eyes, suppressed her smile, and took off the flute from her waist.

"Your condition is not good." She hooked her fingers around the lace of the flute and swayed gently. "The remaining fragments of my spirit body were previously stored in the miniature altar inside this flute. You were obviously brought along into the abnormal zone. Yes, I have always been by your side. Once the nourishment has been restored to a certain level, we will naturally be able to restore contact."

"As for the time of restoration of contact, you also know that everyone's understanding of time is inaccurate now. It is just an ordinary day during the investigation. Why do you always ask me how I found you, and why are you so confused about the specific day?"

Yes, Joan came in with me. How could I have forgotten that?
Fan Ning reacted quickly and showed a deep thinking expression.

It seems that even if the hint answer is given, this is still a logic question that needs to be pushed forward with difficulty.

During the process, he felt uncomfortable and pulled his hair several times, but in the end, his expression relaxed a little, and most of the wariness in his eyes disappeared.

Qiong slightly rolled up her green dress and squatted in front of him: "At first, you were always the one who maintained the best condition, but recently, especially after approaching the B-105 zone, you became in a trance. The frequency is getting higher and higher, surpassing ours, and everyone is very worried about your status now."

Bishop Tucqueville on one side also interjected: "Yes, Lavoisier, did you see anything different later?"

Fan Ning did not answer the two people's words, and his expression was never completely relaxed. He returned to tense several times and relaxed his eyebrows several times.

In the meantime, I took out my phone and checked various interfaces, but found no changes worthy of attention.

"Don't fall asleep in the abnormal zone, right?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course. What's wrong?" Joan said.

"The Abnormal Zone is a clear waking world. There are many 'worms' here. They are more shining in dreams. Before sleeping, you must take the elixir refined from the 'Sneaky Water' to make yourself unsuitable for them." body, and at the same time dreams will become thinner.”

Fan Ning's eyes became sharp, and he stood up and stepped back: "So it must not be a dream now. Your body has been sublimated. Why can you appear here?"

"I have obtained the right of passage to the fourth level of the 'Gate of Disproportionation', and have recovered to half the strength of an enforcer. I can initially use divine projection. Next, I will officially pass through the 'Gate of Disproportionation' and contain 'Plero' Hemp Fruit', all I have to do is find my 'Antique of Paradox'."

"I told you." Qiong exhaled: "We seized this opportunity at the 'lysis field', and the exchange took place in the desert later. Are you picking on me and selectively forgetting it? ah?"

"Sorry." Fan Ning made no excuse.

"If you have any questions, please ask them together."

"I remember you always wore a purple skirt before?"

"So? Isn't it now?" the girl asked.

Now? Fan Ning tried his best to distinguish the color and texture of the fabric on the other person's body. He saw the petals blooming, like golden disks, spinning and flashing around the green knotted rope, and then turned into a long series of surging rainbow floats. Mo, he thought that there should be the purple in it, and then he saw that it was indeed a purple dress. The process of discovering it was like a water snake diving up in a moist maze.

"Yes," he said. "What's wrong with the nonsense in your eyes?" Qiong came closer to Fan Ning's face, her expression a little more serious.

Bishop Tucville was also worried: "After the exchange, half of our field of vision has been occupied by 'soap bubbles'. I feel that Lavoisier may be in this state more than us?"

Fan Ning once again confirmed that there was nothing normal in his eyes.

Logically speaking, this may mean that some gorgeous and weird results will appear on me, but in addition to being in a trance and feeling uncomfortable, I also feel that "I have not completely lost my self-awareness" for the time being.

So, do we need to tell the truth?

Fan Ning hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and nodded worriedly:

"Yeah, about [-]%. But at least the destination area is ahead."

The purple electric arc in the girl's hand flashed away.

"If there is less than the last ten percent left, according to our previous decision, I need to tie your hands together with your spirit." The focus of her eyes moved from Fan Ning's pupil to the other pupil.

Fan Ning said "Yeah", took a deep breath, stood up in the rock cave, and walked slowly towards the half-open sky.

"Where did we talk before going to bed?" Joan followed him, "I remember you said that you knew there was a document that vaguely mentioned 'shell species', which might help us deal with the current situation outside the cave. Let's sleep there Sleep peacefully and avoid another unexplained attrition of team members.”

High up on the nearby rock wall, Lieutenant Andrew was hanging in a "wall-facing" posture, with a needle-like thing similar to zeolite growing out of the back of his head, as if it was nailed into the stone from the outside in.

"Kacha - Kacha - Kacha -"

Fan Ning's leather boots ran over the yellow and brittle branches and fallen leaves on the hollow ground.

As he approached the entrance of the cave, he felt the squeezing from all sides, like the moving crust, constantly pushing him towards the opening. The light that penetrated illuminated the "soap film" and stung his eyeballs. What he felt was an unprecedented sharp pain, coldness and fatigue, and thousands of buzzing sounds like flapping wings sounded in his skull.

Where do we come from?

Facing the undulating and colorful mountains, rivers and trees, facing the intuition that there seems to be a huge thing rolling in the thick clouds, and the countless pairs of eyes and wings staring at him among the branches of the trees, Fan Ning is trying hard to combine all this with before going to bed. "Connecting" what you see and hear is a self-organizing process of thoughts and logic that is human instinct.

However, he felt that his experiences in recent years or even more than ten years were all fragmented and fragmented. It was not clear for a while which section the "current experience" belonged to and which section contained progressive content. They had many homogeneities. There are many common time nodes among the fragments, but no two are exactly the same. The situation is always changing, changing in a more chaotic direction.

"Cunning element!!!"

A faint, ethereal sneer sounded, seeming to come from the distant sky, from a pair of countless eyes and wings.

It felt inexplicably familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

"Where did we talk before going to bed?"

Joan from behind repeated the question again.

Fan Ning noticed that she was staring at his back, waiting for him to speak.