.

The pattern is not some inexplicable, magical bullshit magic pattern, but the blood vessels of the rabbit's own body. Outsiders have no way to understand, nor can they deeply understand the state principle of the "Nether Form" of the Netherchildren, and researchers who are familiar with related technologies may know what the Netherchildren's body is like in this state, but it's a pity that everyone present, including Ed and Carr, are all science idiots who read any formula and equation like reading the book from the sky, otherwise they wouldn't be standing here-

They have long since gone to give up all their lives in order to study greater power.

But I've never eaten pork and I've seen pigs run, Ed has seen it a long time ago, and now Carl can finally see it. At this time, the body of the rabbit couldn't help but overload and expand every vein on the surface of the exposed skin, slightly convex outward, revealing a brilliant red light like a crystal ore, and the whole body was silently shrouded in a faint, thin red mist, hazy and hazy, as if the roast suckling pig had just been brought out of the sauna.

Carl was amazed by all this, his only regret now was that he couldn't see the rabbit's face, he wasn't curious about the rabbit's face, he wasn't interested in whether it was beautiful or ugly, he just wondered if the face of the Nether Child in such a state would also change differently.

And unlike Carl, the answer to this question Ed knows. Carl guessed correctly, after entering the Nether form, the faces of the Nether Children will indeed change a little, in addition to the red lines of blood vessels crawling on their foreheads and cheeks, what makes people even more chilling are their eyes. In this state, the pupils of their eyes will become extremely dilated, and they will become unfocused, like the eyes of a dead person who are completely opposite to the living.

If according to Ed's own experience, the children of the Netherworld at this time are not really invisible, they will still make the action of "seeing", the reaction of "seeing", and even the vision and other sensory organs will naturally be more acute, but the "sight", "gaze" and other things that normal people have can no longer be felt from them in the Nether form. In other words, she is looking at you, but you can never feel that she is looking at you, even if you look at her, even if you look at her, you can't capture the focus of her eyes.

So that's it for now. Ed stood up slowly with his support for the railing - this is not an easy task, it takes will, it takes backbone, it takes most of his physical strength, and his current physical condition is more than a little worse than when he was at his peak, this unlucky factory held him in his hand today and rubbed him well, and completely cleaned him up.

He has to thank the factory, for everything that happened today. He had gained far more today than he had lost, and he had learned something that he should have known a long time ago. But as long as you can understand, it's never too late...... But the premise is that you must survive the current hurdle first!

"Beautiful, beautiful."

The icy slap sounded monotonously and rhythmically in the silent space. Carl looked at the rabbit in front of him, looked at Ed, who was blocked by her and basically had no combat power, raised his head lightly with half-closed eyes, pulled his face and looked introverted, as if he was thinking about something. Then he suddenly laughed.

Taking a quick step back, Karl leaned over and pulled Old Duroc, who was lying on the ground and was knocked into a half-work of art by the blow he had just dropped from the sky, by his hair, and lifted Ed and Bunny in one hand, facing forward. He tilted his head over Duroc Sr. to look at Rabbit and Eddard, and threw his tongue out at them, then grabbed the detective's throat from behind with his other hand.

"Do you want to ...... A bet? He asked hoarsely in a deliberately lowered voice, his eyes gradually shining with the excitement of a gambler.

“……”

Ed licked his lips, frowned, and took a breath. Then he glanced at the rabbit's back.

He'd seen the power of the Nether Child, and he knew how terrifying these things were. But the problem now is that Carl himself is not a good kind to knead at will, not to mention that he is not alone, and the loyal and stupid fierce buttonmen behind him have recovered from the previous rabbit raid and regrouped, and the muzzles of the submachine guns are pointed at this side.

In this case, if Ed had to say anything, he still believed that the rabbits could defeat each other, and even kill them all without leaving them alone. But the problem is that he can't guarantee that something won't happen to Old Duroc in the process. Not to mention anything else, just now, looking at Carl's fingers clasping old Duroc's neck, he felt a pang in his heart. The rabbit might be able to kill Carl in an instant—ideally—but equally, Carl could crush Carl's throat in that instant.

This risk must not be taken, and the life of the old Duroc cannot be used as a shuttle. Ha's chips.

Just as Ed made a decision and was about to raise his head and speak, the rabbit suddenly moved. All that Ed had considered, she seemed to have taken into account as well, and immediately made a decision one step faster and more resolutely.

Facing in the direction of Carl, she lifted her toes, shook her body slightly, and turned into a distorted phantom in a step backwards, and appeared behind Ed in an instant, reaching out and pinching Ed's side of the neck. Caught off guard, Ed couldn't make any place, his eyes rolled and he softened without snorting, and in the process of lying down, he was hugged by the rabbit by the waist, and he jumped out and grabbed the railing on his body, and fell down quickly.

The buttonmen, including Carl, all looked under the railing, only to see a vague back, and saw it flash on a platform a few floors below, and then disappear into the iron door leading to the outside, completely lost.

“…… We'll see you again. ”

Carl retracted all the unusual expressions on his face and reverted back to his meticulous gentlemanly appearance. His lips were calmly closed, his eyes half-open, like a noble duke who had just sent off an old friend.

Behind him, a buttonman walked up.

"Mr. Karl, they ......"

"Don't worry about it, you can't catch up. It's okay if we have him. Carl said, glancing at the half-unconscious old Duroc in his own hands, then casually threw him on the ground, "Take him with you, and get out of here." We're wasting too much time. He said to the button man.

……

Ed is sleeping. Generally speaking, a person will not know that he is sleeping when he sleeps, and he will not know that he is in a defenseless, completely relaxed state, and he does not know what is going on outside, but Ed has this ability, and many guys like him who have held a gun against a stone and closed their eyes for more than four hours also have this ability. They know that they are sleeping, even if they can't control themselves, they can't wake up right away, they can't do anything in a short time, they can understand it very clearly.

In the beginning, a lot of people hated this feeling because they knew they were sleeping, they knew they couldn't do anything while they were sleeping, and even if they knew they couldn't do anything, they still couldn't do anything. This is simply a dangerous torture for those of them who regard self-control as the basic skill of survival, giving them a sense of detachment from control, a sense of detachment from gravity, unable to reach the world or the ground, unable to do anything but watch themselves drift with the crowd and be slaughtered by others.

After that, they all started to enjoy it, because they knew they couldn't do anything, in other words, they had a reason not to do anything. You know, controlling something all the time, tightening the nerves into a piano wire, that is a very tiring and tiring thing, and I can't relax all the time, who can stand this.

And losing the right to choose, at the same time, it is equivalent to no longer having to bear the responsibility of choosing - him, love is what it is, it doesn't matter, where it floats, good or bad, I accept everything, I bear everything, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

Sooner or later, Ed and the people around him learn to think like this, because if they don't, if they control everything so much, think through it, can't see clearly, and can't lie down and close their eyes and sleep well, then sooner or later, they will break down, sooner or later.

In fact, it's not just them, everyone in the interstellar world has come over like this, and some problems must not be thought about in depth, as long as they are superficial, this is a must. Because if you don't do that, then "thinking" about it will take up all of your life, all your time, even from birth until you are old and die. And the more you think about it, the more you find that you need to think about more and more things, even if you extend your life tenfold, it is simply not enough.

After thinking about this, Ed learned a skill that was very important to him, which was to stop whenever he wanted to, and to take an important step forward in the growth of his ability to control. The first benefit of this skill, which in some ways is synonymous with "no heart and no lungs", is that it gives him the ability to sleep at the highest quality in any situation.

If there is no external stimulus, he can sleep for a long time in one breath when he is extremely tired or injured, and wake up directly back to a fully charged state.

Then, he woke up. He felt that someone was doing something very wrong to him.