I've never seen such a huge white Claudia before, and its appearance reminds me of what Dr. Nguyen Li depicted in her bedside night talk, and I don't know if she has actually seen it, or if it's just an imaginary white Claudia that represents the "source of doom" in this repeater world. It's such a romantic narrative - a child named Bonnie stepped on the galactic railway train and drove into the abyss of the universe, accompanied by only the ubiquitous but untouchable starlight, in the journey, the train passed through a field of flowers, and after three days and three nights, he saw the white flower in the center of the flower field, which was almost as huge as a planet.

I still remember that Dr. Nguyen Li told me this story with a serene and complex expression, which seemed like a fantasy to me: "The roots of White Claudia are rooted in the star core, but no one can destroy it by destroying its material state, because its existence is a kind of extradimensional cognition, and any external observer's observation will be limited by the limits of its own existence and observation ability, and it will not be possible to observe its full appearance." Yes...... Bonnie stood up in surprise, he looked at the white flower as huge as a planet, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't think about anything, when he came to his senses, he suddenly knew something, how huge white Claudia he saw, it was not an illusion or an illusion, but it was definitely not everything. The truth about this white flower is not a flower, but what it is, no one tells Bonnie. As the Galactic Railway train sped away, Bonnie reluctantly said goodbye to White Claudia, and he saw that someone on the planet where White Claudia had taken root seemed to be waving goodbye to him, so he waved his hand too. ”

This is the story of Dr. Nguyen Lê, in which Claudia White does not appear as a clearly recognizable "destroyer". It simply exists there, blooming alone, existing, and then being appreciated and said goodbye by a boy full of childlike innocence. In this story, whether it's the train. Flowers are still boys and have not done anything more. The story is full of the beauty of meeting and the sadness of parting, but like most fairy tales, the facts behind the fiction are always something cruel, and the meaning of the fairy tale is not originally intended to make people enjoy the beauty of innocence, but to make children afraid of those who are not good for themselves. But what is clad in a beautiful skin creates vigilance, allowing them to have a certain degree of insight and judgment without being in contact with the outside world.

I was like that child, even though I knew the true face of Claudia from the beginning, but Dr. Nguyen Le didn't think so.

Now, I have traveled through the world of consciousness. From the consciousness of the four heavenly temples to the coconut. I don't know where it is, maybe it's the consciousness of Youjiang. What I saw. It is a scene very similar to the Arabian Nights described by Dr. Nguyen Li. It's beautiful, of course, but it's also cruel and dangerous. The cruel, terrible, and dangerous things were not trivialized or hidden like fairy tales, but were bright in every detail I could see.

The mere fact that the corpses that make people feel a dense phobia is enough to make one realize the cruelty behind these beautiful white flowers - such a scene in the world of consciousness may not be entirely real. However, it must be from a certain angle that reflects the truth. I've always thought so.

However, is this the consciousness of Youjiang or the consciousness of Dr. Nguyen Li? Or. This is actually what Dr. Nguyen Li called "the white Claudia spiritual network of intertwined consciousnesses".

Although I can't figure out where I am, I still believe that the remains of the Four Heavenly Temple's Gaconuts, the "it" in the darkness, will never be misplaced. Under normal circumstances, in the material world, Youjiang is an existence that we cannot defeat. But in this world of consciousness, there is still a glimmer of hope - even a huge and powerful mysterious organization like Cyberball, supported by Chromatic and Dorothy, and with the world's first and strongest prophet, Lady Mayne, who finally makes plans, is also on such a battlefield.

As a crow, I fly in this endless sea of flowers. I still have my self, but my earlier shell has long since been eaten away by the consciousness in the wreckage of the Four Heavenly Courtyards—something in the darkness. I don't know if my "escape" in this way will affect the plan of the Four Heavenly Temple. The "it" in the darkness repeatedly affirmed that "we must be together" in order to become one of the personalities of the ultimate weapon after being completely integrated with Youjiang, so that she can gain "humanity". But in fact, this kind of approach sounds very familiar to me, because, excluding the details, isn't this kind of development very similar to the conjecture of "Zhenjiang has become a part of the virus" in the hospital in reality?

The existence of "Jiang" was originally based on the premise that "after Mae became a part of the virus, his personality had an impact on the virus." That's why Isai and Dorothy don't recognize me, and they don't recognize "Jiang". Because, such a big premise is completely unsubstantiated, but more like a speculation full of emotion. In the final analysis, in the reality of the hospital, no matter how beautiful Mae is, until she is infected by the virus and dies, she is just a normal human who can be seen everywhere.

When Mae was still recognized as a "human being", as a person, a girl, whether as a normal person or as a patient with doomsday syndrome, she was not the original one, and there was no objective evidence that she was special, all the special features about her were just speculation after the fact, far-fetched about the aftermath, and these special cognitions were only done by me alone, only in my mind, no, it should be said, only in the cognition of "Takakawa" - yes, As a rational person, I admit that there is nothing wrong with such thoughts, or rather, it is normal to think so.

Except for "Takakawa", no one knows "E", and even if a small person learns about the existence of "E" from my mouth, he knows the origin of his name by knocking on the side, trying to understand its relationship with the dead Mae. In the end, I will only think that "Jiang" only exists in my fantasy, just like Tieshi and Dorothy.

No one recognizes "Jiang" except me, and in their eyes, "Jiang" is equivalent to "virus".

This is normal. It's normal that I can also understand.

Although I think their thoughts are normal, but for them. It's not normal for me to understand them, but I don't make any changes. It's not normal, it's just me.

Even so, I think it's good, and if they are right, that's the truth, then I'm not going to correct myself. Because. Under normal circumstances, the end will come, and the people with doomsday syndrome will die miserably, but I love them and don't want them to die in despair, madness and pain, so there must be something abnormal. I feel that I am not normal myself. It is for this reason that it exists in this world.

My plan, that one is not approved by the color tie and Dorothy. Probably not approved by anyone else - but probably not many people can fully understand - the plan is something that only I can execute. It is something that only this abnormal me, who believes in the existence of "Jiang" and loves it deeply, can do it. The most decisive part of this plan. It is precisely that there is no such abnormal but strong enough will.

This project may be related to "science", and may be more closely related to "mystery", but, in the end. It is only about "thinking", only about "emotion", and it will be embodied in a "philosophical" way. For example, human science cannot understand the vastness and profundity of the universe, and the mystery in the doomsday illusion has not allowed mystery experts to break through the boundaries of the "doomsday illusion".

However, thinking, emotion, and philosophy are not the same, and these things can allow people to plug in the wings of imagination, with a scrutinizing gaze, to try to get in touch with the meaning behind the existence of things. It transcends the limitations of the material and reaches the end of the spirit, which can ignore the dimensions and allow a person to explore infinite possibilities in a limited life. It's a tool, it's a motivation, and for me, it's a road.

I'm here today to carry out such a plan. It was my first attempt, and everything in front of me, although full of strange and grotesque, was incomprehensible, but it did not prevent me from recognizing that this was a sign that my plan had entered a critical stage. Whether my plan will succeed or not will be verified in the outcome of this battle.

Although it is difficult for me to figure out the meaning of why I became a quark, I don't know what kind of process it is, and I don't know how my transformation into a quark will affect the actions of the wreckage of the Four Heavenly Courtyards. But it doesn't matter, I said to myself, it doesn't matter, everything is still on the plan track.

I am not dead, I am still observing, the plan of the Four Heavenly Yuan to add coconuts is still being carried out, Dr. Nguyen Li's efforts are not in vain, and You Giang has not suddenly disappeared - these are the things that I can recognize, but for me, the plan is going well.

The huge white Claudia did not gradually enlarge in the field of vision, did not follow the relationship between the distance of things and the size of the eye, it appeared suddenly, and when it appeared, it was already so huge, and yet, when it really reached the range of its envelope, it was only after I continued to fly for about a few minutes. I lowered my height, but I still didn't see the shadows of other outsiders, whether it was the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut, Saya, or Black Water, all the guys who might exist here did not appear, and I couldn't see Youjiang. Except for the flowers, there are corpses, and I, the crow.

As I was thinking this, I suddenly heard a whistle, and whistle.

The whistle sounded as if coming from the distant sky, and every third it stopped, followed by three, and then there was a rumbling sound like a train. I subconsciously looked higher and farther into the sky where I was flying, and I saw that it was like a fairy tale, countless white petals gathered by the wind to form a long track, and the railway train that only existed in the bedside story seemed to come from ancient times, as if from the universe, as if from a dream. At the front of the car stands a huge chimney, constantly spewing white smoke outward, and although the wheels are flipped on the track made of petals, the white smoke emitted from the chimney condenses under the window, as if the car is being held up in a cloud of white smoke.

"Bonnie." I couldn't help but mumble to myself, remembering the little boy in the story of the night of the Galactic Railway told by Dr. Nguyen Li, but my mouth was the cry of a crow. I suddenly wanted to see if the boy named Bonnie was in the middle of the train, looking through the glass at this huge white Claudia, and when he sat in the train and looked out at everything here, would it be as the story says, that this place was "a galaxy covered with white flowers, and the huge white Claudia was rooted on a planet." "And, being able to see these corpses as far as the eye can see as white Claudia.

The orbit of the petals of the flowers spreads and winds in the sky, and although there are no obstacles, they do not extend in a straight line into the distance. I tried to fly up, but I couldn't do it anyway, even though I looked very close. I gave up and just glided in mid-air, chasing the orbital route and watching this fairytale scene continue.

The train also made a bend and seemed closer, and I vaguely saw many people behind the window, but I couldn't see who they were, and what these people were doing. The train was so long that even at this point, the tail end still didn't appear. Suddenly, a figure in the carriage pulled up the window and leaned out of the window.

I was amazed for a moment, because that figure turned out to be Dr. Nguyen Lê - the same Dr. Nguyen Le who had lost his message on the peninsula and had thrown his potion into the black water several times in hallucinations - and she appeared, right here, at this very moment, in such a fairy-tale dream train. (To be continued.) )