Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 419 Take off the armor with nothingness

They made their way back in a dinghy made of corpses.Only then did Luo Binhan pay attention to the ruins of colonnades and statues on both banks.It was undoubtedly magnificent, but now it is all but a small part of the base, rooted in the barren and hairless land.The sky solidified into a color similar to that of the river, and they seemed to be traveling through a cloud tunnel.

While rowing, Luo Binhan remembered the scene before he fell asleep.He recalled the sky raging with hellfire, and was silent for a long time.

"What were you thinking?" Garfield asked.

"Can't you read?" Luo Binhan said.He still rowed with the dead man's nails.

"Your mind is wandering," Garfield said. "I can feel that your spirit is between subconscious and conscious. Now you have some thoughts that you don't want to talk to people, even to yourself. I only see the undercurrent. And vague emotions, but if you don't crystallize it into a definite thought, in a clear, articulated and communicated form, I can't check it against my known codebook."

"You're not good at reading minds." Luo Binhan said calmly.

His words silenced Garfield for a few minutes.After a while it asked again, "Is that about her?"

"Why do you guess so?"

"I detected that your brain waves are in a non-pathological depression, but your nerves are very active, partial cortical discharges, a hyperactive response." Garfield said, "... I think that is related to anger. It’s very similar. But emotions are not just physical arousal, and I haven’t found a corresponding cognitive source, which is a phenomenon worth studying. I think it should be related to your unformalized thoughts.”

Luo Binhan suggested sincerely: "You might as well think about whether we have hope to join hands to hold her hostage, okay? If she's already fainted or turned into a wooden stick when we find her later, can we do it like that?" Is there a way to tie her up? Aren’t you just short of food? I think she’s quite adaptable.”

"I don't think that's a safe idea," Garfield said.They no longer discussed the matter.Sitting on the corpse boat, they patrolled the river with visible or invisible eyes, looking out for traces of Assabam.Luo Binhan knew that he shouldn't be thinking wildly at this moment, but all kinds of thoughts were surging gently in the mist.He thought of the scimitar dagger on his waist, which was named "Depowella's No Regrets" - but Lan Que said that there was a name "Tristy" engraved on it.Suspicion of Yale Liga arose in his heart, and he knew that she was not a woman whose virtue was honesty.Then he thought of the dead giant, and the windswept cave in his dream.The Pied Piper who took the child away, the old schemer who appeared in the hellfire, all the words spoken in the winter and the shadows made him tremble in a daze.It wasn't fear, it wasn't awe, he had never respected mountains or the sky.

"It's getting dark," Garfield said. "Do you want brighter vision?"

"I can see it." Luo Binhan said.But he didn't know if he was telling the truth.What did he see?There is fog in all directions, and there is no difference between forward and backward.The past was arguing fiercely in his head, among which were the voices of his parents, his sister, and Luo Jiaotian's mother.After Zhou Yu disappeared, he chose to ask his father for help. At that time, they had a short heart-to-heart conversation, but they hardly spoke to each other for several years before this incident, and the situation has not improved since then .

But even Allerica guessed wrong.He is not waiting to be forgotten, nor is he waiting for forgiveness.Truth, goodness, falsehood and evil, and all related defenses, rewards and punishments, have been separated from his dark heart since an unknown moment.He doesn't just want to forget, but wants to make all meaning disappear-how important is Lihai City for this!It was the beginning of his universe, and the beginning must be the end.

The small city on that small planet is so humble and ridiculous to the stars, but to him, the stars are just bright spots on the blackness.Even if one of them is alive, is the eye of a monster, or will one day destroy the world - so what after all?He doesn't care at all, because nothing in this world is worth caring about.The old schemer, the roaring red-robed giant, the storm that shuttled through the thunder, those shadows that whispered and refused to leave, the secrets of the mountain people, the ideals and aspirations of the returners, everything he accidentally The illusion I had glimpsed, and the alliance, or the fire thief, or Sang Lian, any existing power, trying to push everything in a certain direction, is all meaningless.Going in any direction that one thinks is right can also be said to be one step closer to the established death.This boat made of dead man can go anywhere, but in fact it has nowhere to go.

He saw his own end: he would stay in the boat forever, but that was not an endless escape like a poet.He had no intention of fleeing to any place, to any art or dream, and what made him shudder at this moment was the endless contempt for self and others, and the ecstasy at the doom of the world.It was not fulfillment or victory that he had long begged for, but the end and the never-ending.

"Now I can read your mind," Garfield said. "Your neural firings are deranged. From all indications, what you're after is self-killing."

"You didn't understand anything." Luo Binhan said.

Garfield was silent for a while, and finally agreed: "I didn't see you take any action. From the expression of your thoughts, it is obviously a suicidal tendency, which should prompt you to act. You have killed Anything you think is the same kind?"

"Does that matter?"

"I wonder where the sins on your body come from."

"Let it go." Luo Binhan said coldly.

The pale, corrupt human skin under them trembled.Luo Binhan put his hand into the river, but he didn't feel any difference in the speed of the water.He looked around again, and felt that the scenery on both sides of the strait was very similar to the place where he was bombed back then—but the scenery here was originally very monotonous, like a period of mourning that repeated itself.

The wind died down.The sky was as dark as evening.He rowed the corpse boat to the shore, and Garfield pulled a green string from his ear, drilled through the flesh, and fixed it to the stump on the shore.

"Don't eat the boat," Luo Binhan said.He put the dagger in his mouth, took off his only shoe, and jumped into the river of mist.The river was much deeper than the road he had traveled before he fell asleep, and he felt as if he was slowly sinking in the void.The light below the river was very poor, but he felt an intermittent undercurrent stimulated from the depths.That is the wind rising from below the river.

He swam in the direction the wind was blowing.The time became very long in the darkness, and harsh quarrels sounded in his ears again.These voices arguing for what is right will never and never cease, and will continue until the end of time.And he dived blindly into the dark depths.Slowly he felt his chest suffocated, and a faint red appeared in his vision.He thought of Li Li, she seemed to be sitting in the darkness next to her, quietly watching him struggling to swim.

"Sir," she said, "resistance is a painful thing. But it is also arbitrary to regard pain as a death propensity."

His hand hit an undercurrent, very strong.Luo Binhan quickly withdrew his hand and swam in that direction again.He stretched his hand forward vigorously, brushing a few slender and silky strands with his fingertips.

"It's her." Garfield said immediately.

Robin Han clenched his hands tightly.The touch feels like grabbing a large bundle of silk rope, followed by something that is neither light nor heavy.He tugged at it, and he stepped onto the river bed—he could barely make it up here.Luckily Garfield was prepared, and it mentally instructed him to walk sideways until they finally climbed onto the river bank.As soon as Luo Binhan's face came out of the fog in the river, he immediately went to see what he was holding, but there was no surprise, it was not aquatic plants anyway.

Assabam's eyes have been opened.Half of her hair was pulled by Luo Binhan's hands, and part of her legs disappeared.Other than that, the body seems to be in good condition.Luo Binhan guessed that she sent the wind signal underwater.But for some reason, she was lying on the ground motionless, not even bending her fingers.

"I am amputated from the neck down?" Luo Binhan said, "Can you release me first in the next life-and-death duel?"

Assabam said nothing.Luo Binhan began to drag her to the corpse boat.He vaguely recalled the relationship between the raw materials for this ship and Assabaum, but soon felt that it didn't matter at all.Crossing the river by stepping on the shoulders of the predecessors is undoubtedly the fine tradition of the Gospels, rounded up, that is the traditional spirit of the Silence.

Robin Han put Assabam on the bow.She looked at him with those black eyes, but still said nothing.Luo Binhan thought that they really had nothing to say.He grabbed the oars made of dead man's fingernails, and heard Assabam say, "Dragonfly."

He looked back at her.Assabam, still lying where he was, said succinctly, "A silver dragonfly brooch."

Then she closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

(End of this chapter)