388 New Purgatory City: Red Fission

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

It's finally here.

Xiuxiang was so tired that she sat directly on the ground.

Figuring out what was going on just now, tiredness hit Hideka like a huge wave.

Feeling the stiffness of her leg muscles and looking up at the giant's body, Hideka looked at the scene, "It's too wasteful." ”

"It's a big circle. Xiuxiang felt that all the actions taken down the stairs just now were wasted. Obviously, you can sit on the ground, but you have to run down and run up again, and talk to the giant. but also the danger of being trampled to death or trampled on,

It is also called - the scenery of each staircase is unique.

"What's important about the scenery? Physical strength is important. Xiuxiang thought.

Looking at the ground that had returned, Xiuxiang was very excited, "Great." It was perfect. ”

It was a rare comfort, and although the fatigue would dissipate in a while, the frustration of scurrying like a "headless fly" haunted Hideka, making her regret doing it a little.

"Water as the beauty, flow as the criterion" is the pursuit of liquid.

"Happiness is the beauty, life is the criterion" is the pursuit of human beings.

"My dream is incredible. "At least, my dreams are always full of fantasy. It doesn't matter if it's real or fake, in short, what's wrong with watching sci-fi 3D movies for free. ”

"Haha. Xiuxiang smiled.

"Science fiction, that's just it. Isn't it also difficult for Liu Cixin to write "The Three-Body Problem", the sci-fi market is very small, the good works are all foreign, and the domestic sci-fi is simply too barren. But, is science fiction really difficult? Isn't science fiction in everyone's heart, whenever we are unhappy with various tools and environments for the sake of inconvenience, various tools, and the environment, many things in our minds are the blueprint of science fiction, and our brains are the writers of science fiction, and they are still alive - every moment is different. ”

Xiuxiang coughed twice.

"Like to fly in the air or go down to the bottom of the sea", this has always been the dream of human beings, and it is said that "heaven and earth", "heaven and earth", it can be seen that for thousands of years, the urgent need and pious desire to explore the unknown realm have been from the beginning.

Of course, human beings think that the most ordinary place is the ground - flat ground, but Xiuxiang deeply realized this time that the most ordinary is the most comfortable.

She likes flat ground and loves things that are simple and ordinary.

Just like what she is looking for, she is the most ordinary person.

She prefers to lack rather than overabundance, and likes to persevere.

Just like now, even if she can't find that person, Xiuxiang won't give up.

"The teacher said that even if you feel that giving up something has no effect on your life and artistic pursuits, this is not the case. ”

"What has changed? your will, your motivation, your results, ......"

"It's slow, it's slow, you may not be aware of it, because it's like a building is about to collapse, and it won't collapse all at once. ”

"It's like being eaten by ants. Xiuxiang thought about what the teacher said, "Of course, the efforts of the thousand-mile embankment can also collapse such a small, insignificant thing as an anthill, and the process of being disintegrated does not have too much pain, it is like warm water that makes you very comfortable, and finally when you look back, you will find that many things are missing, and you don't even know when they left." ”

"I don't even know when they left?" said Hideka, a phrase she had forgotten for a long time.

Xiuxiang's thoughts were a little blurred due to the exertion of her body, and she tried hard to support her double eyelids, working hard, working hard, trying hard.

The giant Xiuxiang looked at herself with interest, and it was only after a while that Xiuxiang realized that such a gentle gaze and such a kind attitude were just like the first impression left by those deep blue eyes on Xiuxiang.

Not the slightest change has passed.

She smiled at Hideka in return.

Xiuka seems to have forgotten what she wants to do and what not to do, and is thinking about what the situation is now.

Her consciousness was a little blurred, her thoughts were a little messy, her mood was a little foggy, her feelings were a little unclear, and her mood was a little hazy.

She didn't know what she was going to do in the face of such a smile.

"Smile, smile, sneer, scorn, scorn, weird smile, subconscious smile, greeting smile, embarrassed smile?"

"What is she laughing at?"

"Why is she smiling at me?"

Xiuxiang doesn't know this person anymore, she thinks this woman is very much like a mermaid princess, maybe this princess is the mermaid princess back then.

Xiuxiang vaguely remembers that she once destroyed a mermaid, what is that?

"A vase?" Hideka tried to remember, but her memory was blurry.

However, Xiuxiang was not angry or discouraged, on the contrary, she felt that she was in a very comfortable, happy and comfortable mood.

"There's nothing wrong with smiling and smiling. ”

Thinking of this, Xiuxiang also tried to smile in return.

After this laugh, everything changed in an instant.

The scenery here has completely changed.

The atmosphere here has completely changed.

Everything, everything, has changed here.

Who knows, what's going on?

I don't know why, a scarlet ink color instantly came down from above, and the sky was dark red, and there was a little black.

The blue sky turns into a dark red sky.

Under the sky, the wind travels.

There seemed to be a smell of blood wafting in the wind.

The staircase turned black from top to bottom, and the old man was like a rusty wire of thorns, and the thorns bloomed like colorful flowers as far as Hideka's eyes could see, like sun flowers.

It turned out that a patch of red and bright coral on the ground had turned into white dead bones, which were of different shapes, and not all of them were skulls.

The red light of the sky revealed black, and it turned out to be black shadows in the air wandering one by one, piece by piece, row by row.

Instead of the blue water, there was a dark red mixed with black misty air, like smoke and mist. Under the endless dark sky, red and black are rubbed together, and the sky is dark, and the red and black are blended, and it is difficult to separate, and this is the most terrifying and dazzling poisonous fog.