Chapter 313

I never expected that before I decided whether to go down directly, the water flow had already made clear arrangements for me.

The airship was falling straight down.

To be honest, this is simply the light pollution version of the shipwreck in the sky. The original version was a 90-degree vertical rise to save lives, while mine was a 90-degree vertical fall to kill myself.

I was a little scared, but I had no chance of firing off a barrage of output to the control room. There was no way I could get to the control room, and I didn't know how to do it.

I first followed the airship that changed from parallel to vertical and suddenly fell into the French window. I was stunned for a moment, and then in the rapid weightlessness of the fall, I accurately saw the scene outside the glass under my feet.

I don’t know if it’s because of the quality of this window, or if the window was not closed tightly yesterday - why open a window at such a high altitude? Hey!

Anyway, the piece under my feet suddenly broke.

The good news is that this thing is like a car window. Even if it breaks, it remains a whole piece of glass. There is no broken glass to attack me.

The bad news is, I almost fell out.

Help, help my life!

I closed my eyes and the wind brought by the rapid fall blew me up. I quickly hugged a pillar that was more decorative than practical, and I didn't even notice that the windbreaker covering my bald head was blown away.

Life and death is not the point, the point is that I am scared now!

A person with acrophobia challenges extreme bunging. Now I can ensure that my hands and feet are strong because I am awesome.

I didn't care about any messy things at this time. I immediately mobilized all the strength I could mobilize. Hair instantly grew on my bald head, and the hair grew longer quickly, and then tied me tightly to the pillar.

I guess the Sword of Damocles should have appeared by now.

But that doesn't matter anymore. I've already sailed to hit the Heishiin Temple and will perish together with the Juzhu Tower. Why would I care about a sword?

They are all floating clouds.

Maybe I had crossed the limit. I felt more scared with my eyes closed, so I opened them and looked at the increasingly large buildings below.

Why do I feel like the people below are indifferent to this huge creature?

My brain was short-circuiting and I didn't know how long I had been asleep. Even my physical senses were a little dull. In the end, it was the frantic shouting of my brain cell command that brought me back to my senses.

The sound of the collision was very obvious, and the whole cabin was shaking. I held the pillar tighter. The vibration, which was ten thousand times more exciting than bumper cars, made me close my eyes again - to be honest, the fact that there was no explosion was the last stubbornness of the non-Conan set.

Slowly, this feeling subsided. It seemed like it had stopped?

I squinted my eyes and found that the ground was still suspended. I don't know what happened to the big balloon on the airship, but the part of the cabin where I was was exactly inserted in the middle of the Fei Shiyuan's pillar tower.

I looked down, and suspended in the air was the stone slab placed in the center - the Dresden Stone.

Is this... winning?

ah?

Am I seeing the slate now?

No way, no way, it can't be that easy for me to reach the end, right?

Did I miss a few episodes?

The kings below, are you totally not going to hit such an obvious target?

Just, let me be so relaxed?

No, it doesn’t seem easy either. I lost half my life.

Like Rapunzel, I tied a rope with my hair and slowly lowered myself down. I felt like I was really evolving. This intense stimulation directly gave me - if it happens a few more times, social phobia? I can even cure my fear of heights.

When my feet stepped on the stone slabs, I still had a feeling of unreality.

It was like he had just gotten off a pirate ship, and his steps were light and ethereal. It might be that he was a human but his soul was gone.

The stone slab is a little smaller than I imagined, six tatami mats, which seems to be the size of the legendary K-size bed.

I staggered to the edge of the stone slab, sat on it for a while to slow down, and felt my soul gradually returning to its place. Then I stood up and looked up from my position. I saw that the entrance of the parapet tower had been completely blocked.

I took a step forward and suddenly felt the blood in my body boiling - my blood was boiling, and I took a big step towards success.

However, the "blood boiling" here literally means boiling, or joyful.

The blood cells were abnormally excited, close to the power of the stone slab, and I could clearly feel that the drop of water belonging to the Colorless King was expanding.

It was as if it absorbed the hydrogen and oxygen elements in the stone slab and ignited a crazy chemical reaction in my body.

This force is clamoring to leave my body - maybe it's because water and oil don't mix?

I guessed, but I didn't dare to take back this power. I didn't let the ability of the Colorless King be trapped in the body, but let him float on the surface.

Ah, it actually has nothing to do with the next plan, and it also has nothing to do with the Sword of Damocles. It’s simply because... I don’t want to be bare-headed.

That's all.

I also want to look good.

As I was thinking, I tried to think about how I could move the stone slab away directly - of course I couldn't bring such a large stone slab back with me, but was there any way to shrink it, such as extracting the essence?

The essence of Dresden Stone Extract is absolutely in high demand.

At this moment, the door in front was suddenly pushed open.

I quickly sat up straight. The stone slab was high enough for me to sit on the edge, with my feet just touching the ground. I put on a very respectable look, and even adjusted my expression to look a little sad and pitiful - there was no other way. My face had been blown all the way, and I was now paralyzed or half paralyzed. If I smiled, I was afraid I would become an urban legend.

But the person who came in was beyond my expectation.

"Anna." I didn't expect that the first person I would meet here would be her.

Although Kogojo said before that they secretly hid Anna here to lure Brother Zun and the director, I thought that they were just causing trouble outside the Non-Time Institute. After all, there is Lieutenant Gold here - he is not comparable to the gold miner, he is the strongest king.

The defense line has been broken?

Just send Anna in like this?

Or was she used to sow discord, or was it simply because the King of Gold saved Anna?

I don't understand.

But Anna's eyes lit up when she saw me. I saw that she was holding two marbles in her hands. Maybe she relied on this ability to find this place.

Looking for slate?

I couldn't help but wonder if this was designed by Bishuiliu, so that Anna could show him the way to find the stone slabs.

I looked outside the door with some caution - I was now in the stage of paranoia.

After all, those who stab others in the back will always be stabbed in the back, so I choose to be cautious.

In such a distracted moment, Anna had already run to my side and sat on the chair with me. However, Anna was a little short, and after she jumped on the chair, her little red leather shoes were hanging in the air.

Now that I look closely, I realize that Anna is actually a bit "wolf". There is a lot of dust on her clothes, which look dirty, especially the white lace on her skirt. Her light-colored socks are also dirty, but her eyes are so bright that it's a bit scary.

I had no idea where my glasses had fallen when I was falling, but when I got closer, I could still see the glowing pattern of the Barking Dance deep in Anna's eyes.

Is this a symbol of using power?

I suddenly realized that the kings outside might have taken action against this airship, and they might have already fought an offensive and defensive battle on the water side.

But I can't see anything.

Think about it, using a lot of power, opening up the sanctuary to attack defenses and so on - aren't these all special effects?

Can I see it? I can see a poop.

"It's time now." Anna looked at me with a look of relief on her face. "I don't know if this is right, but I hope we can live together forever."

Are you trying to persuade me?

I didn't react for a moment.

"Is Kokoro coming back?" she asked.

I thought about it and was about to backstab him, so I nodded, "Originally, the heart is just temporarily in the water."

There is no point in acting at this point.

If his character fails, I will blame it on the fox-masked man.

Anna tilted her head and said, "It's not the dirty heart, it's the heart."

Ah this——

So, the Riddler?

I immediately became serious. I would not lose in a riddle telling contest. "Dirt and heart, in essence, are not much different."

Although I don't know what you are talking about, I will follow your lead.

Anna's expression became complicated, as if she was thinking about something, and then she looked at me intently.

I felt goosebumps all over my spine.

Luckily, I didn't have glasses on, so if I just sat up straighter, the feeling of being stared at wouldn't be so severe.

"But without a heart, how can you call it you?"

……?

Are you a contemporary philosopher?

"I have always been myself and will always be myself." After learning this philosophy, I suddenly realized something.

This question is just like maintaining my self-identity. I feel that my reading comprehension ability as a liberal arts student has come into play. If this "heart" is understood as a person's character, then Anna's words are simply terrifying to me when I think about it carefully.

I got exposed?

Why do I feel like I'm always on the verge of being exposed?

"How does the new consciousness generated in the collective consciousness become individual consciousness?" Anna seemed curious.

I was silent.

Because I didn't fully understand it at the moment.

I repeated this sentence in my mind and seemed to have found a reason - Anna can hear some sounds in my body. The so-called collection of consciousness, is it my cells and blood cells?

I am a collection of consciousnesses, and I myself am an individual consciousness. These cells and blood corpuscles make up me, and I have become their - I cannot say their master, because I have been beaten before, so I am just a collection.

A collection of trillions of consciousnesses——

I am one with them, they make me, and I make them.

Why does this description feel so familiar?

…

A collection of consciousness, the world...consciousness?

Is this the principle of world consciousness?

Thinking back to what I said before about hair and outsiders, it seemed that after I opened my mouth to say it, my words really came true.

Ah this——the world consciousness is actually me? !