Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1600
At least, she didn't change shape.

Wu Yiliu looked at the small pile of ashes slowly rising at Professor Qiao's feet, and thought in a daze.

"Yeah, that's graceful." The old lady lowered her head, and her eyes fell on the grass downstairs. "I'm really sorry for it... to implicate it and leave with me."

The big bird twitched a few times on its back, and its long wings suddenly spread out and flapped. For a moment, Wu Yiliu felt that Professor Qiao was wrong, and that Mianmiao was about to fly again, but then its wings fell down again. Some grass clippings were thrown into the air.

"Let's go," Professor Qiao's voice gradually lowered, and he said slowly, "I have no regrets."

From behind or sideways, nothing was wrong with her.Only when Wu Yiliu realized the situation and looked in front of her, did he find that Professor Qiao was slowly turning to ashes: starting from her collarbone and chest, she was like a hollow paper man with a hole burnt through, burning. The edge of the red hole gradually expanded, getting bigger and bigger, revealing a dark mass of emptiness inside the body.Only paper ash fell down her body, some fell into the hollow, and some piled up at her feet.

Professor Qiao, Wu Yiliu wanted to tell her, if I hadn't met you, I might have died a long time ago, Professor Qiao, if Yingshui'an hadn't met you, I might have never lived.But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't utter a word; he wanted to reach out to cover the boiled hole, he wanted to ask for help from the evolutionary in the distance, he wanted to turn around and run, but in the end he just stood there , like a piece of trash.

"Let's go." Qiao Yuansi turned his head and smiled at him.The daylight peeking through the overcast clouds blurred the creases on her cheeks, and the wind ruffled her hair.The scorching red gash was about to spread to her throat, and Wu Yiliu knew that if she didn't answer her words, the two of them might lose their last chance to talk.

"I...let me accompany you," he finally said, "Professor Qiao, so you are not alone."

"I've never been alone." She smiled softly.

Before leaving, Wu Yiliu dug a hole in the grass with the legs of a chair.

It is heavy when you hug it, but when you look at it closely, you can feel that its feathers are shiny, as if it has lived a wanton life in arrogance and pampering.If birds had expressions, their sudden panic and bewilderment at the last moment left no trace.

He obviously wanted to evolve—of course, he hasn't changed his mind now—but he looked at the direction where the "Little Doomsday" was constantly blooming, and watched the scene of several doomsday worlds overlapping and colliding together for a while, Or go in the opposite direction.

This is not a decision made after careful analysis and weighing, he just feels that he is a little tired now.

Maybe rest for one night, and pick a small doomsday to walk in tomorrow.Now that everything is settled, he doesn't need to worry.

Whether it was the school dormitory or the parents' home, it felt like a noun from the last century, and he wouldn't be surprised to find that they had already crumbled to pieces.For him, they were no longer a real place, and he didn't have to go back and take a look at them to prove that they had weathered with time.

No matter where you go next, there is no difference, just find a park to sit for a night.

The place where the little doomsday erupted was located in the center of the copy; he was in a daze, but still knew to go to the farthest exit from it.Along the way, his footsteps were so soft that he seemed to be stepping on clouds, not as if he was running for his life, but as if he was taking a walk.It was strange to say that he walked so slowly, and he felt that he must not escape the little doomsday, but he came to the exit smoothly.

The place where the world begins to collapse is a kaleidoscope of strange and bizarre things; the dark green door with the word "Exit" in front of you is as ordinary as usual.

Wu Yiliu pushed open the door, and stretched out the foot wearing the tracker first.The monitoring system of the fake copy has long been defeated, and no one can receive its signal—the signal it sends has been thrown into a world of ever-changing changes, drifting like him, not knowing where to fall The place is good.

The confusion has not yet spread and is currently confined to fake copies.Walking along the street, he could still see cars and pedestrians on the intersection from a distance—not many, because this place is very remote; but he could see that the engine of a No. 323 bus seemed to be hiccupping. The distance slowly paced past.

Don't look at Wu Yiliu who has rolled several times in Evolver and dungeons, but he hasn't actually used a special item yet.

It was also for this reason that the sound of "thumping and fluttering" fluttered up and down around him for several minutes. He searched around him several times but failed to find it, and then he looked up belatedly—then, he Saw a paper crane.

He stopped, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the paper crane fell down impatiently.

"I was dealing with a little problem before, and I just freed up," a girl's sweet and puzzled voice sounded, "Where are you saying you are now? Who is that person who sent the message for you? He didn't tell the location Clear, I just said that you asked him to help spread the word. I didn't trust him a bit, so I sent you the paper crane directly. Did you ask a person named Pease to find me?"

Wu Yiliu thought for a while before remembering.To him, what happened yesterday seemed like many years had passed, even he himself almost forgot that he did ask Pease to help him to seek help from Myron yesterday—to be honest, Myron wrote back the next day, In fact, it's not too negligent; it's just that for him, for Professor Qiao, it's been a long time.

"If you need help, please write back and tell me the location." McLone ended with this sentence.

Wu Yiliu held up the paper crane, wanting to reply her a message, but still didn't know what to say.

"I'm fine." When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse, coughed a few times, and said, "For safety, you'd better avoid the southeast side of the city, near the suburb of Lianshan. Something, especially unsafe for evolutionists..."

He paused, thought for a while, and deleted the message.

"Do you know the place in the southeast of this city, near the suburb of Lianshan? The terminus of the 323 bus, you can search for this place, the name of the station is Zuolianshan. There is a Zuolian Park near the terminus. I am in Waiting for you at the entrance of the park."

He released the paper crane, looked in the direction, and ran forward.The exhaustion and limp just now all disappeared, and I was sober as if washed by ice and snow once.He saw a taxi and quickly raised his hand—but unfortunately, there was someone in that taxi.

When Wu Yiliu finally stopped a taxi, he realized that the driver was bending over to look out, looking him up and down.He is indeed in a terrible state now: his face is full of dirt, his hands are covered with dried blood, and his clothes are torn in several places.But the driver hesitated and let him get in the car.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked cautiously. "You have money with you?"

"Master, I'm in a hurry," Wu Yiliu sat in the passenger seat, hurriedly took out a few pockets of his jeans, showed him some banknotes, and said quickly, "I'm going to the city center—"

Accompanied by a heavy muffled sound of "dong", a heavy object slammed down the front cover of the taxi, and the two people in the car leaned forward involuntarily as if they were sitting on a seesaw—Wu Yiliu quickly He stretched out his hand to support the front, so as not to hit the windshield.

His heart was almost jumping out of his throat, and his whole chest seemed to be on fire. When the driver was about to turn around and open the door to go out, he firmly held down the driver's shoulder and shouted hoarsely :"drive!"

"What?" The driver was completely confused, his face turned pale with shock, "This leg..."

Wu Yiliu didn't even want to look at the pair of slender legs wrapped in jeans on the bent hood of the car. "You die when you go out, drive!"

The driver seemed completely thrown into motion by his roar; he stepped on the gas and the car scraped the road with a screech.The legs standing on the hood of the car took half a step back to maintain their balance, and then the owner of those legs squatted down - when the car was rushing forward crookedly, Macron looked like a The bird perched on a branch, with its dexterous body stacked on two tiptoes, seems ready to spread its wings and fly away at any time.

She smiled at Yaliu, raised her fist, and with just one punch, the windshield was completely shattered into fragments flying in the wind.Wu Yiliu buried his head and face one step ahead of time, but the driver didn't react so quickly, and was blown straight by the wind blowing glass shards; the taxi lost control and crashed into the green trees on the sidewalk.

When getting into the car, Wu Yiliu didn't have time to fasten his seat belt, and immediately crashed into the glove box in front, with a "buzz" in his head, and his eyes were all blurred.

Maybe it was fatigue, maybe it was anger, maybe it was panic... His body as an ordinary person finally raised the white flag at this moment.

He just vaguely felt that the car door beside him was pulled open.Someone grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the car, knocking his head on the side of the road, but he was still groggy, unable to wake up for a while, his vision was full of elongated and distorted color bars, Stirring and flowing, the world slowly revolves around him.

Myron walked in front of him with both feet, lifted him up with one hand, and leaned against the tree trunk.Beside him was the battered taxi, one wheel sticking out like a severed bone that had punctured the skin after the impact.

"You lied to me to go to the park, but you are going to get in the car and run away?" Malone squatted down in front of him, with a wonderful smile on his face as sweet as creamy chocolate. "Why? Didn't you just ask me for help yesterday?"

Wu Yiliu looked at her dazedly, opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound.

Professor Qiao's method of death was undoubtedly the work of an evolutionary.

When he was in the fake copy, he didn't think about which evolutionary it was; because at that time, no matter which evolutionary it was, it seemed that there was not much difference.Now he finds out that's not the case.

"You...how do you know me..." He asked intermittently.

"It's a paper crane," Myron shrugged. "I followed the direction in which it flew away and came, and spread out a large area, searching all the way."

She tilted her head and said, "I answered you, should you answer me too?"

The room was silent for a while.

"It's a paper crane..." he murmured, "The paper crane you sent... has a pen mark I accidentally drew on it."

　Seeing the last chapter, everyone is very worried about me. Just to warm your heart, it must be a lie to say that you are not sorry. Why do you think that you are so good at laboring and mobilizing people? In fact, it is not as exaggerated as it seems literally. Now I will resign myself to fate , sleep when the body wants to sleep, and wake up when the body wants to wake up... Except for drinking coffee at work, I don’t care about other times. Worrying about not sleeping well and trying to adjust itself are also a heavy pressure. I completely let go instead. Take it easy, so don't worry.

　
(End of this chapter)