Chapter 158: I Should Have Survived
Looking at the crumbling and crumbling castle, the hatter staggered over to his friend, at least the friend he had been, and waved his cane in pain: "No...... No, my precious inheritance, and you!"
"Isn't the steel body working?always trying to resist me......" he half-knelt down to bring himself closer to the March Hare and the Dormouse, "I just want another tea party!"
The castle was constantly falling with rubble, and it seemed that the foundation had been damaged by the impact of the robots, and it looked like it was about to collapse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Alice couldn't care about anything else, and pleaded anxiously with the Mad Hatter, "Please, Hatter, you promised...... Where is that train going? What is its purpose? Now tell me..."
But the Mad Hatter's attention was completely drawn to a broken teacup that rolled to his feet, and he picked it up and said impatiently to the girl, "There is no time left...... Whatever you want to say, it's tea time ~ go and discuss the train with the turtle, which is in charge of the Wangcao railway line. ā
Saying that, the Mad Hatter lowered his head and put the teacup on the mouth of the March Rabbit, and said happily: "Come here, you two, we can still be friends~ Come on, I have good Darjeeling tea here, drink it quickly!"
"My memories are getting crumbling, I'm trying to collect memory fragments, I now believe that the train is trying to get in my way, you have to help me, you promise!" Alice hurriedly took two steps towards the Mad Hatter, but was pulled by Caroline.
The area of the castle is too dangerous now, and even the place where they are standing now is likely to be affected.
The Mad Hatter looked back with a cold look in his eyes: "Go and ask the 'help them is to help themselves,' whoever it is." ā
Before Alice could say anything more, the castle had begun to crumble, with broken stones, large parts, and even the hatter's weird pets falling in layers.
The hatter let out a short, flat "uh-ah" and then said no more.
Caroline choked on the smoke from the collapse of the castle, and she covered her mouth and nose with her hand and said angrily, "What a short last word...... What are we going to do now? We can't stay here and be buried with those three madmen, can we?"
Roger didn't say anything, just looked at the madman trio that had been buried, and said with regret: "Rabbit, you really deserve to survive...... It's a pity to be pressed by the stone now, as long as you change it a little and then bring it back, when the time comes, you will buy out the large amount of money that sells oil to Nigeria according to the number of times, and there are always people with unique tastes who like different species...... Your happy life was ruined by yourself......"
"Smack!" Caroline slapped her brother on the back of the head, "Hit the fart, is that a happy life?
Roger spread his hands innocently: "You should ask Alice about this, she is clear about the door here..."
"I just said that, but you weren't listening. Alice gave him a blank look.
"Then say it again. Roger said cheekily.
Alice: "Wait. ā
There was silence for a while before the boy reacted, "That's it?"
Caroline nodded helplessly, and she had just said the same word.
Roger complained: "You have to 'wait' a few more times, just 'wait' is easy to be ignored." ā
Alice: "Wait for the light?"
Roger snapped his fingers: "Bingo!"
"Smack!" "Smack!" Two crisp sounds, Caroline alone rewarded a violent shudder: "Be serious! Is it time for!?"
Roger didn't have much to do, the castle was surrounded by a starry sky, and this place could be suspended in mid-air or in the void...... Where is this going? Jump? Roger can jump, but he can't take Caroline and Alice.
He might have figured out what was in his mind, and he might have seen something, but now it was imperative to make sure that the two girls were safe and sound, and the direction of the castle's collapse was about to spread here.
"Wait...... Look at that!" Caroline said in surprise, pointing behind the three of them.
Roger immediately turned around, and saw an ordinary white wooden door on the broken wall of the tea house, and through the window of the Tianzi grid on the door, he could see a raging fire burning behind the door.
But there should have been a starry sky behind it!
"There wasn't a door there just now, was it?" the question sentence was unusually affirmed by Roger's words.
"No!" Caroline reassured.
"That's it, get in. Alice said in surprise, ran over to open the wooden door, and rushed in without hesitation.
Roger glanced at the elder sister and followed.
Behind the door was another space, a floating island much smaller than the Hatter's castle, so small that Roger could see the entire island at a glance.
The island is surrounded by flames, revealing a neatly laid white floor in the center, unlike the castle littered with metal scrap... Or rather, apart from the presence of the white wooden door behind him, the island was completely empty.
"What is this...... A fairyland version of a safe house?" Roger tentatively reached into the flames outside the island.
The feeling of the flame licking is warm, and the arm that is withdrawn looks warm too...... If you put it in it for too long, it will be carbon form.
The boy rubbed his hand, and fresh white skin grew from underneath.
"I... I do not know...... I feel like I should come in quickly, something very important is going on here......" Alice was a little dazed, and she didn't know what was going to happen here.
But as the three of them moved deeper into the center of the island, the flames around them changed, and the orange-red color slowly faded, turning into an oppressive and stale yellow-brown color.
Roger muttered to himself as he looked at the strange flames, "How many degrees does this thing have to get to come out with such a color?"
As the flames faded, Alice clutched her head in pain and let out a terrible scream.
Images flashed through the flames, culminating in a photograph of a family of four: a middle-aged couple standing behind their two daughters, smiling sweetly and happily, the younger of them holding a toy rabbit sewn from a piece of cloth.
Here, the image in the flames freezes, and then the scene around the photograph begins to be constructed.
Picture frames hanging on the wall, a fireplace under the picture frame, several bookcases standing against the wall, books scattered on the floor, soft sofas and precious wool carpets.
A small family study with a few scattered small toys on the desk.
"This is my home... A fire is about to break out here......" Alice's face turned pale, and the scream just now seemed to hurt her a lot.