"But, this Cartesian elf might be lying, right?"
The cat doctor's soft voice came from a blanket that Bohemia took out, "Whether Lin Sanjiu is infected or the spores are in her body, it's the one who said it. I don't understand. Just a moment ago, it wanted to absorb us. Why did it suddenly decide to protect us? It can't be that it sympathizes with us, right? "
He pretended to be drying his body, but he had already been busy in the blanket for quite some time. The Cartesian elf was still wrapped around Lin Sanjiu and the cat. When he heard Lin Sanjiu's words, he couldn't help sighing in disappointment.
"To me, mortal creatures like you, I will absorb you if I can. If I can't, I will spit you out. Why should I care about your life and death? I may be able to talk, but I'm not a human, and I don't have your feelings. I don't care whether you are infected or turned into my servants. "
"Then, why …" Bohemia spat out a few words.
"Isn't it because of that weird force of yours that won't let go of me?!" The voice in Bohemia's mind suddenly became louder and more agitated, "If I didn't protect you just now, I would have been in big trouble after you were infected and turned into my servants!"
"What do you mean?"
Bohemia pretended to wipe her face while she glanced at Lin Sanjiu from the corner of her eyes. The latter seemed to have forgotten about the dead body that Lin Sanjiu carried on her back. She didn't even look at the corpse anymore. Her face was calm, and it was as if the sadness she felt just now had disappeared. Sometimes, she would be lost in thought, and sometimes, she would stroll around. However, she always lingered around Lin Sanjiu and the cat.
"Although there are many kinds of truths in this world, they all have one thing in common," the Cartesian elf explained.
Descartes explained, "… They all believe that only 'truth', that is, their own kind, is the master of this world. The principles, techniques, and power of the Pocket Dimension that we, posthumans who work hard to earn, are different from them. We can't fight them, but we can't run away either. So, they have always been very interested in us … Unfortunately, I can't do anything to them because I can't split the cognition of the servants of truth. Why do you think I'm looking for prey in the middle of the night on a rural road in the middle of nowhere? It's all because I'm too close to them, and I'll be in danger. "
Judging from its tone, it seemed to be a dungeon that grew up in this world … It wasn't washed here by the flood?
Bohemia was a little confused, but she refrained from interrupting Descartes.
As it went on, it seemed to be indignant, "... But you guys rushed over with a truckload of truth, and then a bucket full of spores rolled over next to me. When I saw the spores growing on the ground, I was ready to run away. But I can't run away for nothing, right? If I can absorb one person, that's one person … Coincidentally, you guys were about to leave when you got into the truck. "
Bohemia finally understood what was going on.
This Descartes had already fallen into Bohemia's hands, and if she was infected by the spores and turned into a servant of truth, she would definitely hand it over to the "truth" — God knows what kind of "truth" it was talking about. If that was the case, Descartes was afraid of the "truth" in this world. Perhaps, it was because they were at the bottom of the food chain.
Due to the principle of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend", Descartes reacted quickly. He quickly protected Bohemia, but he didn't forget to bring the cat beside him along. He knew that only by protecting them could he have a chance to escape.
The cat doctor poked his head out of the blanket. Although he had a cat's face, Bohemia could still see the suspicion on his face.
"I don't really believe in him." Felines had always been very suspicious. Even the cat doctor, who had developed intelligence, was no exception. "This fellow can play with the cognition of its prey. Who knows if the explanation we are hearing now is an illusion created by my own mind?"
Since he didn't know much about the power of higher consciousness, Bohemia only hesitated for a moment before she dismissed the possibility.
"I … I think I might have a way to verify what Descartes said."
"I'm not a Descartes."
Both the human and the cat turned a deaf ear to Bohemia. The cat doctor crawled out of the blanket and asked with a voice so soft that Bohemia couldn't hear him, "What is it?"
Bohemia turned around and looked at Lin Sanjiu.
The latter was standing on a road not far away from them. She was staring at the dim white moon at the end of the road. She seemed to be in a daze, and no one knew what she was thinking. No matter what it was, it seemed to be something that excited her and made her happy. That was because her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to burn the dark night.
"Even though I also think that Lin Sanjiu's behavior is strange, it doesn't mean that she is infected," Bohemia used her higher consciousness to conceal her voice and transmitted it to the cat doctor.
Bohemia enveloped her voice with her higher consciousness and whispered into the cat doctor's ear, "After all, as you said, it's possible that she was traumatized by Puppeteer's death. This Descartes is very sensitive to the unstable mental state of humans. Maybe it saw an opportunity and made up a lie to scare us first. "
The cat nodded his head a few times, and the tips of his ears turned into two shadows.
"If that's the case … there is a way to verify whether she is infected or not. If she is infected, then we can trust this Descartes for now. If she is not, I will grind it into Descartes juice. "
"Tell me now!" The cat doctor slapped the ground a few times with his tail.
"Let's go and see if the dead person is really Puppeteer."
This sentence stunned the kitten — it seemed that it had never thought in this direction before. "Why?"
"Before she smashed the corpse, I took a look at the corpse," Bohemia said. She really wanted to take a closer look at the corpse, but she was afraid that it would alert Lin Sanjiu. "I didn't see his face. It was covered by his hair. As for his figure … That corpse was quite thin. But to be honest, I didn't dare to look at Puppeteer's figure carefully. Besides, a person looks a little different when lying down and standing up … Besides, it was too dark by the road, so I couldn't see him clearly. "
She gestured to her clothes and said in a low voice, "I remember that black leather jacket. It seems quite normal."
"Huh?" The cat's eyes widened.
"It's just an ordinary black leather jacket. It has no eyelids, holes, or feathers. It even has a zipper." Bohemia tried hard to recall. "If the dead person is not Puppeteer, it means that Lin Sanjiu is really infected. She purposely brought a corpse disguised as Puppeteer here to let the spores in the corpse invade our brains … If the dead person is really him, then the possibility of her being mentally stimulated is far greater than the possibility of her being infected. After all, if Puppeteer is going to die, he will die because of his old injuries. It has nothing to do with the spores of truth. So, Cat Doctor, have you never seen Puppeteer before? "
"Yes, I have," Meowie nodded. "We even spent quite some time together."
"Didn't you see his face when you were operating on him just now?"
The cat doctor shot a glance at her.
"Look at my height. You can compare it with me when you stand up." He sounded a little unhappy. "Do you know that when you humans stand up and walk, I can only see your legs? If I want to see your faces, I have to take a few steps back and raise my head. It's very tiring! I don't usually pay attention to your faces. After all, you all look the same. So, when Lin Sanjiu asked me to look at his stomach, I just operated on his stomach. "
"Yes, yes. I was careless." Bohemia quickly lowered her head and apologized. "I'm sorry. I'm putting myself in his shoes. It's normal that you didn't notice. "
The cat doctor waved his front paw magnanimously. "After a person dies, he smells different. I couldn't tell from the smell —"
"Haven't you guys cleaned it?"
Lin Sanjiu's sudden voice made both of them shiver. When Bohemia heard Lin Sanjiu's footsteps walking toward her, she immediately jumped up. Before Lin Sanjiu could open her mouth, she shouted, "You can't do this!"
"What?" Lin Sanjiu frowned in confusion.
"How could you just leave Puppeteer's corpse on the side of the road? That's just too pitiful." Bohemia had never thought that she would say those words to Lin Sanjiu. Before Lin Sanjiu could react, Bohemia had already picked up the kitten and rushed to the corpse by the roadside. She shouted from afar, "I'll bury him!"
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