[Infinite Stream] Destiny Rubik's Cube

In the depths of the village, there was a commotion of people and screams one after another. It must be that the same thing happened in other stone houses at the same time.

Like Wang Qianjin, when almost all the survivors panicked, their first reaction was to run to the old Hughes' house to look for Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi was puzzled, why did he come to him for everything?

Ren Simiao made a deep analysis of this, and the turning point was that he and Xu Chi saved the child.In the desperate situation with no leader in front of them, this move has virtually confirmed the leadership status of the two of them in the group, and it is still a rare spiritual level.On the physical level, Zhou Qi, as a good fighter in the fight, cannot escape the fate of being driven away by the force value alone.

Zhou Qi scratched his nose and smiled wryly, saying that it was Xu Chi who saved the child, not him.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether the moment the stone house collapsed, what he saw in his eyes was the helpless and weak baby in the swaddling womb, someone else, or both.

After dawn, Xu Chi asked Wang Qianjin and old Hughes to gather all the passers-by and the natives of the village in the open space in front of the sacrificial altar to count the number of people.

He dispatched personnel calmly, neatly and skillfully, as if he was at his fingertips, as if he had always been used to being in a position of giving orders.

During this process, Zhou Qi couldn't help but look at him twice more, and found that he seemed to be secretly observing Xu Jiaojiao intentionally or unconsciously in the past two days, and the more he observed, the more he admired him.

There were two rows of people standing in the open space, one row for customs clearance personnel and one row for aboriginal people, clearly distinguishing each other.

Xu Chi nodded to Leng Qiu, and Leng Qiu got a chicken feather as an arrow, walked between the two rows of people with his head held high, looked at them one by one, and picked out one after another of the aborigines who looked the same.

When she picked the tenth one, she turned it back, with her hands on her hips triumphantly: "No more, that's all."

Zhou Qi didn't understand this wave of operations.

Ren Simiao, who was standing on one leg while leaning on crutches, also looked at a loss: "What's missing?"

"Nothing else, that's all the people who have been transformed into aboriginals." Leng Qiu said.

"How did you see that?" Ren Simiao was surprised, "In my eyes, they are all like twin brothers."

Leng Qiu winked playfully: "In my eyes, they all have their own characteristics."

"Really?" Ren Simiao doubted her eyes.

Zhou Qi: "It's a ghost, it's obviously the same."

Xu Chi explained concisely, "Because of the highly developed fusiform gyrus in her brain, she recognizes people very well."

The title of illiterate above Zhou Qi's head is well-deserved: "Why do you shuttle?"

"The fusiform gyrus is located between the inferior temporal sulcus and the parasylvian fissure. It is the middle and bottom surface of the visual association cortex. It is generally believed in medicine that it is responsible for the facial recognition function of people." After all, Ren Simiao is a doctor, maybe he is still very powerful Doctor, she held her chin and muttered, "Well, it's a rare disease."

When he met a top student who could endorse books, Zhou Qi just wanted to lie flat. He summed up violently in his own way: "Yes, it's a fancy word, but it's a very useful specialty anyway."

Hearing this, Leng Qiu turned her head and stared straight at him.

Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows shamelessly: "Why do you look at me like that? Brother Qi is handsome, isn't he?"

Leng Qiu snorted and turned around again.

Xu Chi laughed, and patted her on the head. He knew what Leng Qiu was thinking: people like Zhou Qi who often couldn't spit ivory out of their mouths, knew her strange illness not only did not take the opportunity to ridicule, but also comforted her by saying that It is a specialty, a very useful specialty, this unique gentleness can not help subverting the old concept.

In fact, not long after, she will find that Zhou Qi can always refresh your understanding of him inadvertently.

Xu Chi was quite confident about this.

"Ten people." Zhou Qi snapped his fingers and suddenly thought of something, "Wait, how many indigenous people died in the scuffle yesterday?"

"No more, no less." Xu Chi replied, "Exactly ten."

"That is to say." A terrible speculation emerged in Zhou Qi's mind, "How many indigenous people die, how many people will be transformed on our side to fill the vacancies? In this way, from the beginning to the end, from the time we came to this village to the time we left, Indigenous populations will remain the same in some sense?"

Xu Chi nodded: "I'm afraid it is."

"What about those who were transformed into natives? What is their state now? Alive? Or dead?"

"That depends on how you define living." Xu Chi looked at those transformed people with empty and confused eyes like walking corpses, "Some scholars believe that when you lose all memory and even all personality, then you can be classified as social death .”

His voice was not loud, but everyone could clearly catch it in the howling mountain wind, and at the same time there was a chill in the soles of their feet.

In fact, this is worse than social death. These transformed people lost their memory and personality, and were forced to add another brand-new identity. From then on, they had to live as NPCs on this weird tilted island, suffering daily The terrifying domination of alien moths, all while confronting the fear of being drowned by rising sea levels.

To put it bluntly, it's better to die, and it's over.

"Currently we don't know whether the candidates for conversion are randomly generated in public, or they must meet certain conditions." Xu Chi remained calm as always, "So the best way to prevent the conversion is to ensure that no one native people die."

After he finished speaking, everyone shook their heads, expressing that it was too difficult.Alien moths have amazing fighting power. Basically, one wave will kill and beat people, and it is unrealistic to retreat completely.

"They also have shortcomings." Zhou Qi said, "Have you ever thought about why the moths retreated when it rained at that time?"

Everyone sees a little hope in the desperate situation: "Are they afraid of rain?"

"It's not just rain, I think they are afraid of water." Zhou Qi pondered this all night, and now he said the results of his pondering, "Their wings are long and big, far exceeding the weight of their bodies, and There are flocculent powders on the wings, and when these powders touch water, they condense into a solid mass, which is basically the same as throwing cotton into the water. The wings are full of water, and they are too heavy to die. How can they fly? As long as these monsters can't fly, it will be much easier. We can take advantage of the rain and launch a surprise attack."

"Surprise attack?" Someone on the spot choked and questioned, in disbelief, "Why, do you still want to take the initiative to come to the door to fight?"

"Ah, what else?" Zhou Qi put on his iconic roguish smile and narrowed his eyes, "Or do you want to stay here and wait to be drowned in ten days?"

The man shook his head again and again: "I just, just feel..."

"Adventure?" Zhou Qi answered on his behalf.

The man nodded hurriedly.

"I beg my friend in the danger of victory." Zhou Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, "Just waiting, what is waiting is not the late reinforcements, but a more vicious enemy. Besides, we have nothing to count on. External rescue, the opportunity is in your own hands, I think you all understand this commonplace truth, taking the initiative is the way out, don't wait for death."

These words are very provocative and suitable for inspiring people.

The man opened his mouth and closed it again, as if convinced.

"We have to hurry up and move up." Xu Chi raised his eyes to the cold white sun, and rubbed his frozen fingers, "This place has been exposed, if we don't go, the aliens will launch the second attack soon." attack round."

Just do it.

In the afternoon, everyone packed up, left the village under the leadership of old Hughes, and headed upwards.Before leaving, they deliberately chose a path that meanders up the river, so that if they encounter alien moths head-on, they will jump into the river collectively and dive into the water, which is barely a way to protect themselves.

The number of people counted in the morning, including the newborn baby in the swaddle, made a total of 39 people in their party, including 25 indigenous people. This number will never change.There are only 14 passers left, and there may be fewer and fewer in the future.

The number of people in a platoon was too large to move. Xu Chi divided into six groups of six people and marched forward and backward at equal distances.The first and last part of the team are passers, and the aborigines are arranged in the middle for protection.The four of Zhou Qi took the lead, leaving marks every 500 meters to indicate the safety ahead.

Zhou Qi has no objection to this series of arrangements, but what he doesn't understand is——

"Why does this child have to be tied to me?" Brother Zhou pointed to the sleeping baby in his cloth pocket on his chest. Although he spoke in a soft voice, he couldn't hide his irritable nature, and he pressed the blue veins on his forehead Send out the torture of the soul, "Why me? What did I do wrong? Can you find a lesbian with tits to take over?"

"There are no breastfeeding women in the village, so he can only drink goat's milk." Ren Simiao spread his hands helplessly, "I would like to help, but this little guy will cry in anyone's arms except you."

Leng Qiu knew nothing about the new species, and blinked his big curious eyes: "Wow, does he know who saved him, so he has a special preference for Brother Zhou?"

"Well, it's hard to say." Ren Simiao leaned on crutches with difficulty, trying not to let herself fall behind, "It is very likely that Zhou Qi gave him the first mouthful of milk. He mistakenly thought that Zhou Qi was his mother, and felt that staying in Zhou Qi's arms It's safe there."

"That's Lao Tzu's blood!" Zhou Qi suppressed his throat and corrected, and then he smiled confusedly, "Tsk, it seems that this kid has a pretty picky taste. Hey, to be honest, Dad's blood tastes like blood." Does it taste good?"

He stretched out his slender fingers and scratched the child's chin.

The bouncing embrace during walking is the natural cradle, and the sleeping baby has had some sweet dreams, and the pink mouth is half-opened and raised upwards, revealing the fleshy gums.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Zhou Qi hurriedly tugged at Xu Chi's sleeve beside him, as if he had been hit by a miracle, he was so excited, "Look at Xu Jiaojiao, the brat laughed! Damn he laughed!"

Xu Chi turned his head, saw his bright smile that was about to reach his ears, and hummed.

Zhou Qi was incredulous: "Why are you so cold?"

Xu Chi wondered: "Am I indifferent?"

"Look at this angelic smile." Zhou Qi, like an old father who has been showing off his baby all year round and is only willing to give up when he is warmly praised by others, insisted on pressing Xu Chi's neck to let him take a closer look, angered in a tone of reproach Can't stop, "Can't even this kind of smile cure your facial paralysis? Temperature, you have to have temperature, do you understand?"

Xu Chi, who was pinned by the neck, looked at the doll who had put away her unconscious smile and continued to sleep, and three question marks seemed to slowly appear on his head.

On the road, the air froze for a moment.

Ren Simiao and Leng Qiu, who were watching, covered their mouths, holding back their internal injuries from their laughter.

Zhou Qi reacted, like a cat that stepped on the switch, quickly withdrew his hand from Xu Chi's neck, and wiped it on his pants.

"Hiss, my hand sometimes has its own thoughts. Its behavior doesn't mean...? Xu Jiaojiao, calm down! I advise you to move your hands away from the gun. Bullets don't have eyes. Don't regret it if it goes off. And oh shit..." Zhou Qi said that the end of the sound was drifting away, he exclaimed in a low voice, and ran away with the child in his arms.

Xu Chi held the gun expressionlessly: "..."

The author has something to say:

Xu Chi: Are you pressing my neck?you are dead.