Gravity suddenly asserts its strong presence. Their backs hit the ground, slid toward the same wall, and were pressed against it. Invisible situations, the "scream rate" is a good data to measure the level of sudden disaster. It follows a bell-shaped curve, gradually going lower on either side.
The current scream rate is around five percent. Asimov fumbled around and pricked his hands with several broken blowpipes, as well as something wet and warm.
"Is this normal?" he asked toward the direction of the liquid flow.
"We're about to be overturned by whales!! Asimov! Can't we control them?" Bud screamed.
"So is this normal?" Asimov wiped his hands on his clothes and raised his voice.
"I'm turning around. As long as we can blow ourselves outward, we can leave the vortex." Sniff Ning's voice came faintly from another corner. "We're in a big, big eddy. The whales are dissipating the water quickly. Normal. Nothing wrong, just some unusual fluctuations. I need more—"
"Hey! Brother! Is this normal or abnormal?" Asimov shouted. "You have to tell me. Is this different from what we first thought?"
"This was part of our initial plan—"
"It's within the plan! I'm sure! The atmosphere is very good now!" Willy Xiao said.
The atmosphere is very good. Except for a muffled sound from a suspicious location. and then an even more suspicious crackling sound.
Shake. Bounce back and forth. Zhi's angry voice. Then Willy Xiao's voice continued loudly: "Hold on! Everything will go smoothly. This is just 'denial'!" He chuckled to himself. "Remember what I said? The second type of arcane story——"
"You are really a madman! Uncle Willy Shaw! Only a madman can understand you!" Asimov shouted as he was shaken so dizzy. He was thrown onto a pile of bulging, unfamiliar objects, and had no idea where they had suddenly appeared. He didn't need extra things in the Ark at this time, just like he didn't need Willy Shaw's answer at all now.
"Then you must understand, little darlings. Don't be upset. Do you know how we describe the current situation in the story? The storm before dawn. We are in the storm before dawn." Viri ·Xiao responded of course. The wavering voice explained the situation. But it didn't seem to have any impact on his mood. "Remember. In the storm before dawn, don't jump off the cliff with a sad face——"
I'm not crazy. I do not understand. Asimov listened intently, but Xiun Ning didn't make any more noise. He tried calling again but got no response. A squeaking sound. A clicking sound—a sound he had never heard before filled his ears. More wetness hit his face - this time they were piping hot. Floods can boil whales' brains. The whale's boiling brain will boil the flood again. These wet things are water droplets. They come from floods.
"-Even if you jump off the cliff, don't look sad--"
The boat leaked.
"Hot, hot, hot, hot!!!! Who???? Hot, hot, hot, hot!!!!" The bud sounded like it was being clamped by something with a pair of pliers, and was being pulled further and further away. . No matter how you look at it, the screaming rate has risen to 8%. Then Zhi opened his mouth and occupied a temporary channel: "Oh. Are we going to be finished?"
"There is a certain possibility. Based on the comparison between the general situation and the current situation, there are enough reasons to inform you that we are sinking. And there are unknown creatures that we can all think of as 'monsters' are attacking us." R added 32 from another One corner responded. The sound is pleasant to the ear, a little off-key, but it doesn't matter.
"Monster? Then I need you to hold on even more. Idiots." Zhi said. Then there was the rustling sound of bottles and cans being turned over.
"Hot--" Ya's last word was drowned in the grunting sound. A very ominous gurgling sound.
"Hey? Brother Xianning? Answer me." Asimov raised his voice again. "Should I start the second plan?"
Xiun Ning seemed to reply. But the sound was once again lost in the noise--mostly Willy Shaw's voice. "Family! This is just a test that must be passed! Keep up the mood! It's almost twelve o'clock!" he shouted.
Asimov groped for direction. Suddenly he felt very sure - no matter what super reasonable words they said before, he felt that he was even more sure at this moment - eyes are so important, seeing is so important. If he could see now, he could find Xianning, drag Ya back, and see what happened to them. Isn't that enough to make any difference?
really weird. How come he hadn't felt such a simple thing before?
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Metz's head shook, forming a strange angle with his body. He moved his wooden leg towards the devil who was painting. Then stared at him.
With a pair of big, red and bright eyes.
"I see you." Yi Zhante slowly completed a curve. "Do you need me to turn around? In fact, it doesn't matter whether I turn around or not. You can also see the back of my head. We demons all have many faces, and they can appear anywhere."
The skeleton nodded stiffly. "Okay. If that's the case, then I'll ask you directly—"
Yi Cha put down his pen.
"Not good," he said. "The sentence just now is one of the common lies in greetings. You should know - Nesis should know. What made you not correct it?" He turned around and suddenly realized. "Oh. I thought there couldn't be a worse color scheme."
"It's terrible, but it's practical. It also has side effects." Metz rolled his red eyes. "I can see again. But at the same time, Nesis's data disappeared from my database. In order not to cause a logical failure, I must reference your backup at this moment."
"You want to know what I think and say 'it's okay, it's okay, everything is under control' to gain the necessary peace of mind."
"The former." Yimeiz said coldly.
"This is really not a multiple-choice question."
Icha shrugged. "Opinion... one bad news and one not-so-bad news. Not-so-bad news. You can see it. Bad news. The transmission of the energy pattern picture has been interrupted. Even if you have eyes now, you can't see those things in the blur." The characters being manipulated by Willie Shaw were confused as to what the Nexus Points were doing - or to put it more unconsciously - so they were of little use. At least to me.
My opinion is: You can work with me to redraw this map. Or look at yourself in the mirror - it will give you some new ideas about seeing the light again.
Moreover, there is an unconfirmed rumor in the universe that once showed that if the time system and material allow, if you look in the mirror at twelve o'clock, you will see something special. That's it. "
The demon turned back.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Yimeiz said coldly. "These eyes can see something special right now."
