Huge and strange plants grow deformed organs, which are leaves, wriggling flesh, which are fruits, and these leaves and fruits are the last guarantee for the linkage of the three messengers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoUnder the gaze of the goth girl, the plant is like breathing, the branches are contracted and bulging, as if a huge force is transmitted inside, and it is like the roots absorbing power, all for the sake of stronger growth.

The Goth girl listened to the sound of the plant, it was not the sound of the ears, it was so hazy that people couldn't help but imagine to describe this unreal sound, but always felt that something was missing and could not be satisfied. The indescribable voice was full of emotion, and the complex emotions hit the same chaotic thoughts in the goth girl's mind like a countercurrent. Thinking became more and more painful, and the goth girl endured the pain, but suddenly it was as if she heard a sharp sound like a knife. The Goth Girl's mind went blank for a moment, and she only felt that it was this huge and strange plant that had been traumatized, and that pain had been transmitted to her heart.

An ominous premonition came over the goth girl, but she couldn't do more, and the mutation of the plant itself had already begun. At first, she didn't see it, but at one point of her gaze, a trace of red was exposed to the corner of her eye with an inappropriate sense of presence, she looked back, and the red disappeared at first, but when she looked closely, more red was like a bulging blood vessel from under the skin of the plant, and the sense of presence burst out at once.

When there is a strong awareness of the existence of this red, the red of the veins has crawled all over the branches of the plant, extending from hard-to-see angles, all the way to the shadows of the leaves and fruits. These viscera-like leaves, flesh-like fruits, suddenly burst into a strong sense of presence, and they were so vigorous that they seemed to be ripe at any time. Although it was the first time the Goth Maiden had seen the plant, and she had never thought about what the spores would grow into when she released them, she had a strong and keen feeling at this moment, which reminded her that this was not a normal change in the plant.

In the final analysis, this plant cannot be included in the category of plants of common sense at all, and what it has happened is by no means a change that conforms to the current logic of human beings. However, the changes that are taking place in the plant at this time are not so much "unimaginable" as "it makes people feel that they will never produce such changes in their normal growth." ”

The Goth Girl has begun to rise again, however, there is no feeling that "she is about to break away from the collective human subconscious", and the road that was not long in the past seems to have no end in sight, as if she is stuck in a dead loop, going through the same process over and over again.

The red color of the veins soon crawled all over the plant's body like a parasitic plant, and the plant trembled as if it had self-consciousness, and the fear that came from it was also fed back into the Goth Maiden's heart, becoming the nourishment of the fear in her heart. The goth girl couldn't see what was going on inside the plant at all, but basically it could only be what the Mae monster had done. In her gaze, the organs that served as leaves, and the flesh that served as fruits, flourished in a very short time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were fruitful, but the more this was the case, the stronger the feeling in the Goth Maiden's mind that "something was going to happen."

Then she saw that the leaves were withering, which was the failure and atrophy of the deformed organs, as if the nutrients that had prompted them to grow had been withdrawn, and all the organs that acted as leaves had become shriveled. Immediately after that, the fruit withered, as if the fruit made entirely of flesh and blood suddenly exploded, and the peel rolled up, revealing the contents inside, which was also very familiar to the Goth girl.

Mae's head.

The miniature head of Mae is like a stamen, like a fruit core, embedded in the very center of these flesh and blood fruits, and each fruit has only one Mae head. But the fruit of this strange plant is so numerous, and the number of Mae's heads has become cold, enough to trigger a dense phobia in humans.

Every Mae head is a long hair shawl, revealing the inorganic expression of the right eye, and the goth girls only feel that their eyes are focused on themselves, if there is hair, they must all stand up at this moment, and if they can escape, they will definitely not stay here for half a second. These gazes have a strong malice of ill intentions, making people feel like fish on a chopping board, as if no matter how much they struggle, they can't avoid the doom of being eaten.

The Goth Maiden's head was a little blank, and she felt that she could not think of anything, but at the same time, she could perceive that her thoughts and thoughts were like a torrent, and her nerves and cerebral blood vessels were surging violently. This self that can't think, and the self that can't control thinking, is like trying to split itself in half.

The goth girl's nasal cavity was hot, and she subconsciously wiped it with her hand, and her hands were full of blood, but in this collective subconscious of human beings, will her own self in consciousness also shed this kind of blood? She realized something, felt that she knew the answer but could not answer the question, and the blood seemed to be wriggling, as if it was no longer her own blood, but ...... But...... Crimson -

A crimson, thick, blood-like liquid was pouring out of his body.

The goth girl heard the nervous laughter and let out a reverberation of "hee-hee-hee", and it was as if the onomatopoeia of "hee-hee-hee" came out of the void around her, like a crazy elf bouncing and spinning around herself. Her pupils contracted, and she saw that in the rolled flesh, the head of Mae was like a core, and the expression that was originally full of inorganic feelings had turned into a terrible smile at some point.

She couldn't describe what kind of terrible smile it was, but she felt that the nervous laughter of "hee-hee-hee" was leaking out of this terrible smile. Mae's eyes were full of gloom and evil, and he let out a "hee-hee-hee" laugh. When the laughter came, it turned into hallucinatory onomatopoeia that surrounded itself, and they jumped, twitched, reversed, and twisted, and this spiritual dynamism made the goth girls constantly feel that "they have life of their own", only to feel that these same neurotic things were trying to penetrate through their every pore with malice.

The goth girl could no longer calm down, the crazy nervous laughter, the neurotic smile full of malice, the eyes of Mae who were obviously deep and strange but full of charm, as if they were about to fill her outside - there was nothing but them, no void, no time, no more matter and phenomenon, all of them.

They were burrowing into their bodies, into their souls, and as soon as they got in, they were going to eat everything inside of them—the goth girl had made all the resistance she could think of at this time, but she felt that there was more in her mind, but she could not remember at this moment, that the instincts, experiences, knowledge, and ways of using power that had accumulated were like being locked in a transparent box, where you could vaguely see their existence, but could not pull them all out. In his own opinion, his own resistance is only half-hearted, a deadly message is being transmitted, and his own thinking has no spare energy to parse it.

The goth girl felt like she was screaming, but she couldn't hear anything other than the maniacal screech. Hee hee, hee hee, hee hee...... It was as if his thoughts were all filled with these "hee-hee-hee", his ears were blocked by "hee-hee-hee", his mouth was sewn up by "hee-hee-hee", and his eyes passed through them while seeing the onomatopoeia of "hee-hee-hee", and he was attracted by the eyes of countless Zhenjiang's heads, as if there was an irresistible gravitational pull in the depths of his right eye, desperately dragging half of himself there.

The inflated self was filled with crazy nervous laughter, and the blank self was little by little closer to the right eye. This deep, malicious right eye has become so huge that even "hehehehe" has been squeezed out of the field of vision, and that huge sense of presence is like looking up and seeing a huge planet smashed down from the sky.

The goth girl had some ideas, fermented some emotional things, some rational things like an electric current, but in the end, she couldn't remember what she was thinking.

The strange plant grows leaves that look like internal organs and flesh-like fruits, which wither like leaves when the internal organs fail, but the flesh that becomes fuller splits open with a force that bursts from within, and the flesh rolls up to reveal Mae's face. There are as many fruits as there are Mae faces. All Mae stared at the goth girl, who was also sluggish, occasionally nervously bursting out laughing. A trace of crimson veins stretched along the branches of the plant, like muscle fibers, allowing the branches to soften, stretch, stretch softly, and gently roll the girl up, behind this gentle action that does not seem to hurt the other, but it is full of deep malice that cannot be concealed.

"Hee-hee-he Suddenly, the Goth Girl's waist bent up, like a huge force, which was thrusting from her lower body into this tender body, and there was a huge sensation that stimulated her internal organs and made her subconsciously convulse.

But the girl still didn't wake up.

It's hard to imagine how this petite body could hold so many branches and roots, as if such a huge and strange plant was about to squeeze all of them into this body. Although it is unimaginable, it is such a scene that can be seen: this plant, which was supposed to be used to stop the monster of Mae, in the countless malicious smiles of Mae, little by little submerged into the body of the goth girl who twitched and laughed nervously, and I don't know how long later, there was not a drop left.

The surface of the goth girl's body swelled and twisted a few times, and then returned to its original state. The sluggish expression, nervous laughter, and convulsions from time to time all stopped instantly, and the expressionless facial features seemed to fall into a deep sleep, but in the next moment, they suddenly opened their eyes. Her left eye and right eye are different colors, different shapes, as if they also contain different emotions, as well as different wisdom and spirituality, compared with the left eye, the right eye has a particularly strong sense of existence, even if both eyes are open, the eyes of others seem to be attracted to the right eye for the first time. The more I looked at this right eye, the more I felt that this right eye was alive, a completely different existence from this body, like two beings with very different essences.

If you listen carefully, it seems that you can still hear the sound of swallowing and chewing coming from this girl's body, which is illusory and accidental, but because of these seemingly illusory, seemingly accidental factors, it becomes extraordinarily immersive.

I don't know if it's the presence of the witch VV or Mae.,Look towards a place where I don't know where I'm going.。 The strong presence of "right here" spreads along its gaze in all directions along the way. Let all those who are still able to think suddenly have a plausible idea, a hazy impression. However, if these people look in a definite direction with their senses, they can't illuminate this monster-like existence that I don't know if it's the witch VV or Mae.

The war is entering a new intensity, but more than ever, an ominous premonition is emerging in the hearts of every survivor.

"It's ...... What is it? "More than one person is asking questions in his own heart. And they felt as if they knew what it was, but the answer was so vague that they couldn't quite remember it. There is only one thing that can be said for sure, that it must be in one's own knowledge, something that one has observed or heard from somewhere.

However, when such a thought was born, it was immediately swept over by an even greater strangeness and a chilling feeling. As if telling themselves that this is definitely not what they think.

A terrible thing that seems familiar, but really unrecognized, observed, but has been radically changed, is detaching itself from a place known to all, and yet no one can say for sure what that place is known to all, and no one can describe exactly what it is. Only a hazy feeling, like the Dead Sea, drowns itself.

At the same time, the huge cell body is like an illusory shadow, passing through countless strange phenomena, crossing the void, crossing the boundary between consciousness and matter, bringing the contemplative teenager into the world of matter.