High school science students save the world

There is a particularly stupid-looking metal sculpture in the square, with no clear meaning and no connotation.

The tiger-tooth boy was wearing SAO's jumper, squatting on the pile of strangely shaped metal pipes - strangely, no one noticed him.

He jumped down at the moment when the fat brother and the head chef were stunned, and suddenly grabbed a Gardener. Before the Gardener could even make a frightened expression, he poked his eyeball with one finger.

His other hand held the Gardeners member's head, and the air twisted violently for a moment. The head was raised suddenly, the mouth was wide open, and the body was writhing recklessly, like a dog rolling on a hot iron pan. fish.

In about ten seconds, he took out a thin-bladed knife from his trouser pocket, skillfully sliced ​​open the man's head, and lowered his head to suck it.

The head was steaming when it was cut open, and the brain was bubbling like tofu. He licked his lips, like a gluttonous child eager to eat hot tofu, sucked it thoroughly in one breath, and then stuck out his tongue to let it go. cold.

He ate very carefully and was indifferent to the surrounding environment. However, while eating, he seemed to think of something sad, and tears fell down and splashed into his brain.

"Mom..." He raised the knife and threw it out.

"Can you come back and cook for me? Mom..." Huya boy said while crying.

……

Yang Yan was helplessly familiar with this inexplicable dizziness.

He reluctantly opened one eye to look at the dizzying environment outside, while adjusting his breathing, every nerve tensed up - because he didn't see anything.

Soon, he stopped turning, his vision became clear, and his eyes were completely white, so that he forgot Qin Zheng, Lu Weiming and Song Ci for a moment.

It's not exactly white.

The place they arrived was like the ground floor of a department store, with an empty area at the door—but it wasn't here, it was infinitely magnified!Whether you shake your head from side to side or up and down, it's all empty and white, like a building that hasn't been renovated yet.

Only the winding stairs and the glass door, which is as small as a thumb, can vaguely distinguish the boundary.

Tan Zheng walked a few steps, stopped and looked up for a while, then said softly, "It's 'Fire Seed'."

"Fire seeds" are actually the dice in Dr. Liu's hand.That is, an independently created space.

That was what the Gardeners got on the planet α-Instrand, and it was also the main reason why the planet α-Instrand wanted to hunt them down.

"Fireseed", which the planet α-Instrand once dismissed and now worships as a god.

The four people present all knew the importance of "fire seeds". Lu Weiming clicked his tongue twice and said, "It's really amazing. An independent space needs to consume a lot of αυX particles. How did that doctor do it?"

The formation of space requires a large number of αυX particles, let alone one Gardeners, even ten, may not be able to create such a stable space.However, "Fire Seed" was created by a doctor on the planet α-Instrand, a legendary figure. He created a colorful world with only one person, but he refused everyone's prying eyes. But today, they accidentally opened that unknown door.

However, in this world, is it good or bad?

They couldn't break those damn glass doors, and the walls couldn't be broken either. After staying in this white place for a while, Song Ci and Lu Weiming decided to climb the stairs to have a look.

Qin Zheng: "If I'm not mistaken, this is an unlimited circle."

This staircase is not a spiral staircase in the general sense, it is two, starting from both ends of the building, intersecting at the unattainable final point, about 20 meters from the final point, there is a small window at the top, which looks like A thin slice of rock candy.

Lu Weiming narrowed his eyes and looked at it, hummed and laughed for no apparent reason, and then sighed.

The spiral staircase forms a Möbius strip, with alternating fronts and backs.

But it's pointless, because even if they climbed to the highest point, they would not be able to reach the window, let alone they would never reach the highest point.

Song Ci looked at them and smiled casually: "We can climb up to the highest point—although it's not easy, we can still try to build a bridge with your fire."

Qin Zheng sighed: "The strength is limited, I can't do it."

"Really can not?"

"No."

Song Ci looked at Yang Yan, who shrugged helplessly.

Yang Yan's ability insisted on saying "isolation", which was not necessarily offensive or shaping in itself, and they just glanced at him and didn't embarrass him.

Suddenly it was dark.

The ubiquitous white seemed to be covered by the severed black robe, Yang Yan was taken aback, it was really black, so black that he couldn't see his fingers.

Tan Zheng walked a little closer to Yang Yan, and Yang Yan felt that he was very close to him, a warm and human breath was in his ears, he could smell the lemon shampoo on Tan Zheng's hair, It was his shampoo, but after Tan Zheng used it, it seemed that the fragrance was particularly strong.

He didn't know what it was like, but he felt a little weird. He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch Tan Zheng, but before Tan Zheng could touch him, there was a bang, and a white light fell straight down.

The light source was like a spotlight on a stage, and standing under the light was a cat.

Garfield.

Or Garfield without eyes.

Qin Zheng: "..."

Yang Yan couldn't help but twitched his eyes.

The one who twitched more than Yang Yan's eyes was Lu Weiming. The handsome Lu pressed his fingers on his temples, as if he was relieving his headache, and he seemed to be pressing back the burst veins little by little.

"What are you?"

Garfield didn't look sideways: "What are you?"

The voice...wasn't the magnetic voice of a middle-aged uncle, but an old man in his seventies and eighties, pulling out his ears lazily and asking "ah".

"You don't care if I'm a thing or not, do you understand the meaning of things? Do you understand the human worldview as a cat?"

"A talking cat isn't enough to subvert your worldview? Not bad, young man."

The fat cat with a pie face just squatted on the ground with its fat buttocks sticking out, motionless as a mountain.

Song Ci couldn't stand it anymore: "Shut up!" She turned her head and glared at Lu Weiming, then hung up two small dimples, "Actually, I want to ask..."

"Shut up, flat chested woman."

Song Ci: "..."

Qin Zheng turned his head sideways, Yang Yan couldn't help covering his eyes.

Before the girl with dimples changed her face, Lu Weiming quickly hugged Song Ci's waist and ate a mouthful of tofu. Song Ci stomped her foot hard with her high-heeled shoes, gasping for air hissingly.

The eyeless Garfield turned its head to one side, and glanced at the four of them with a genuine gaze.

"Which one of you is more lucky?"

Yang Yan thought for a while, then said boldly: "I."

Dabinglian looked at him for a while with two empty eyes, nodded, and then waved the cat's paw.

Almost at the same moment, Yang Yan's muscles all over his body were tightened. Not only was his world spinning, but his nerves were beating restlessly. His temples felt like needles were pricking him. He bit the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes abruptly. They had already arrived. A meadow.

The grass was green and soft as if it had been woven with needlework. It was the first time he stepped on such soft grass, and his footsteps were unsteady for a while, so he was supported by Tan Zheng.

Yang Yan thanked him, and was about to take away the hand that was inexplicably held, but Tan Zheng held it so firmly that he didn't take it away at the first time.

Yang Yan was startled, and so was Tan Zheng.

He hastily let go of his hand, then waved his hand like a cover-up and said no thanks, while turning his head away in a panic.

On the contrary, Yang Yan stared at the back of his head sharply, forcibly lowering Tan Zheng's head.

Yang Yan couldn't help bursting out laughing, Qin Zheng glanced at him in bewilderment and then lowered his head, Yang Yan couldn't help touching his nose, leaned over and said softly, "Hello."

Tan Zheng lowered his head and remained silent.

Yang Yan thought to himself, you are embarrassed to hold my hand but you are embarrassed to look at me, what kind of reason is this?

Of course he didn't say it, he just patted Tan Zheng's shoulder lightly: "Let's go."

That big fat cat whose face was flat enough to fit the wall had gone crazy and sent them to such a ghostly place. There is an independent space in "Fire Seed", but now it seems that there is more than one space. This place with green mountains, green waters and birds is the best example.

According to experience, they walked all the way along the river.

The mountain is not very high, but the hills are undulating, and there are a few unknown strange trees lying on the section of the cliff. It is hard for others to see, but it feels very nourishing, and there are flowers growing on the branches. The light green of the grass looks like a pair of big cattail fans from a distance.

It should be spring, and they saw a forest of pink cherry blossoms. On a slightly higher terrain, it was hidden among bright and fresh green trees, like a girl's gauze sleeves rolled up, revealing a little charm.

It's almost dusk.

Lu Weiming couldn't help admiring the woman who walked for so long in high heels without complaining of foot pain, so he thought he was considerate and pretended to straighten his shirt collar, then took out a comb from his pocket and combed his hair like a magic trick. Song Ci, who was walking in front, shouted: "Stop for a while, wait for me to comb my hair, it's messed up."

Miss Song Ci rolled her eyes with a smile and said, "Bitch."

Lu Weiming's rough skin and thick flesh didn't bother him, so he shrugged his shoulders, guessing in his heart that this girl was just saying that, and most likely she was thinking about his kindness, like Tsundere.

Tan Zheng and Yang Yan sat down to rest, Lu Weiming walked to the river, dipped the comb in water, and combed his hair carefully, but halfway through the comb, his hands shook.

"Hey! Look!—"

The three of them walked over, only to see that the clear bottom of the river suddenly flowed down a smear of thick, insoluble blood.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a thud, and something suddenly fell from Shangliu, one, two, three, four... seven heads in total.

The heads of seven women.

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