Chapter 1215 Stick Insects in the Night Holy City (21)

"good."

Faced with the current request, Su Gao just responded softly.

His demeanor was as natural as when he reminded her just now to compensate someone for their losses.

"Don't resist, just immerse yourself in it like last time."

Fu Qian did not live up to this determination, and the next moment the clear dream flashed directly on his hand.

This dimly lit corner was instantly enveloped.

…

The last time Fu Qian mentioned was naturally the first communication with Neferi when Ye Dao was there. This person cooperated with the experience of falling into a dream.

For Su Gao, this matter requires almost no time to remember.

And with her active cooperation, coupled with Fu Qian's sophisticated control, the dream was formed with almost no ripples, and the real moisturizing was silent.

You don’t even need to set an end rule, it’s enough to last for a while.

"Look here."

While talking, Fu Qian already had a small prism in his hand, and at the same time he recalled the interesting little experiment many years ago.

The next moment, as a beam of light came in, a not too wide rainbow strip was reflected on the curtain that appeared out of thin air.

In the simplest light scattering experiment, a rainbow looks normal.

Fu Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Gao again.

Even after entering the dreamland, Su Gao still looked the same as before.

There was no reaction like the last time he met Neferi, who was quiet and clear, with a thin sense of presence.

Could it be that I am overthinking it?

"Tell me what colors you see in order."

The next moment he paid the bills and said softly.

"Top down."

Although he didn't understand the purpose before paying, Su Gao obviously didn't waste time questioning, and immediately stated his observations accurately.

"Red, orange... blue——"

Everyone is familiar with such common things as rainbows, so Su Gao's speed is naturally very fast.

However, at a certain moment, her voice stopped suddenly and her brows furrowed.

"this……"

"how?"

Trying his best to control the stability of the dream, Fu Qian blinked and asked.

"It's strange. The sixth type should be blue. I also know it is blue, but I actually vaguely feel that the sky should be purple!"

Su Gao tried his best to describe the confusion he encountered in concise language.

"sure?"

Listen carefully and confirm again before paying.

"uncertain."

Su Gao shook his head.

"verify."

Snap your fingers before paying, adding an ending rule to the dream.

The content of the rules is very simple, it requires Su Gao to confirm the color of the sky just now.

Um.

Su Gao stared in deep thought for a moment.

She was so active and attentive that she couldn't even see the rush caused by the rules of the dream.

Of course, even so, she soon showed a hint of pain.

But it only lasted a few seconds before the dream suddenly shattered.

"The sky is purple."

In the darkness, she opened her eyes again and looked at Fu Qian and said firmly.

Purple...haven't you really thought too much? The worst may be coming.

Faced with her feedback, Fu Qian sighed in his heart and came to a rather unoptimistic conclusion.

"Please wait a moment."

The next moment, Su Gao seemed to be thinking of something and quickly took out a black-covered notebook.

The notes were even older than those in Levin's hand, and the decoration was much more exquisite.

Abyss Notes, Fu Qian naturally knows this thing.

It seems that Su Gao always carries it with him.

Without saying a word, Su Gao ran his fingers across the blade of the sword. He quickly opened the notebook, found a blank page, and started writing with the blood that flowed out.

Given the angle she deliberately maintained, Fu Qian could clearly see what she wrote, which was the question just now.

[A clear sky is purple]

And the moment this line of handwriting was finished, it did not break directly.

This once again proves that what Su Gao said just now is the truth. She really firmly believes that the sky is purple.

Because according to the characteristics of notes, if the written content itself is doubtful, it will be broken directly without any judgment results.

Of course, there are no broken fonts in the field of vision at this moment, but it seems to have encountered a void eraser and is being erased from the notes bit by bit.

I believe it, but this statement is false.

"Mr. Fang."

Under the strange development, Su Gao did not show any confusion, but just looked at Fu Qian seriously.

It was obvious that although the question of sky color subverted her views, she did not want the other party to waste time trying to answer her questions.

The only purpose of doing this is to confirm with Fu Qian what she just said - she firmly believes that the sky is purple.

"Thank you for your hard work. In fact, you are right, and the world is wrong."

Fu Qian naturally understood this and nodded slightly.

"You just didn't go with the flow."

…

The scene in the notes just now seems very normal at first glance.

A false statement was judged as false, after all how could the sky be purple.

But what if we forget about common sense for a moment and just focus on the problem itself?

Under what circumstances would the sky be purple - simply, under the wrong circumstances.

When Su Gao wrote that line of words, he had already confirmed his inference that the worst possibility was coming.

Although he is closely related to the Rainbow of Change, he is very carefully hidden and doesn't actually know much about him.

This is also one of the reasons why the Rainbow of Changes carries out these operations on itself.

But fortunately, he had done quite detailed damage work in this carefully designed abyss pollution plan.

The reward was that in the subsequent task summary, the warehouse explained his operation plan to himself in detail.

To sum up, there is only one core - misalignment.

The Fierce Rainbow clearly controls the power related to light and color. It plans to use different colors to reflect different futures on the surface, and let them couple with each other and rotate, forcibly creating an orderly transformation of the abyss.

But the actual point is that in the same future, the colors are constantly being fine-tuned, distorting the correspondence between the present and the further future until it is completely messed up.

It's like adding a coded lock that only He masters to resist the endless erosion of the abyss.

In this game, the role of the warehouse is actually similar to that of the abyss.

My current state is to synchronize to the historical fragment located in the warehouse to perform tasks. Everything that happens here will be merged into history if it succeeds, and dissipate invisible if it fails.

Theoretically speaking, the process of incorporating history is exactly connecting with the future.

It seems that the method used by the Rainbow of Change to deal with the Abyss can also be copied here.

In other words, this period of history is distorted so that it cannot be recognized or corresponded to in the future.

In the end, even if you complete the task, the warehouse cannot recognize it and cannot give a judgment that the task is completed and end it.

This was the reason why he risked investing resources and vowed to kill himself.

As long as he delays for a little while and allows the dislocation to reach a certain level, even if he turns the Night Saint City into ruins, he will not be able to complete the task and leave, and can only wait for the final desperate outcome.