Human dimension reduction

Now, Gaul.

The unmanned aircraft in the cruising attitude is flying mechanically according to the set route, and the pictures sent back by the camera make everyone show a horrified expression.

On the red ground thousands of miles away, the black hole connecting the sky and the earth is like a huge candle. Thick black wax tears flow down like melting. The dome connected to the sky is gray in color, revealing the bright galaxy and black night.

The Baroque-style spire building shows a beautiful point, and the red stone bricks hold up the marble statue of an angel playing the horn. Its outline is exquisite and its carving skills are superb, which can be sent to the Louvre Museum alone. The collection of the treasure of the town hall, but it appears in front of the world at this moment, but no one is happy about it.

A black star river suddenly appeared in the clear blue sky during the day. This scene is eerie and frightening. What is even more frightening is that the melting speed of the black hole is still accelerating.

People who have experienced many black holes landing in reality know that this is a sign that the world inside the black hole will successfully enter the present world.

Other dungeons that have entered reality are not large in scale, such as the zombie town of Bald Eagle, the virus hospital in Maple Leaf Country, the Underworld Village in Thousand Buddha Country, and the Midnight Slaughterhouse recorded in China, and the Shanshen Shrine in Island Country... the number is zero There are still quite a few zeros, but the largest one is the zombie town of Bald Eagle.

But it shouldn't be!

Most of them can successfully integrate into reality because of their small scale, so the integration speed is fast, and people's reaction ability is not enough in the early stage of the mutation, and they failed to arrive in time, so there are so many omissions. A copy as large as Paris is another In the capital of the country, a large number of people entered to process the black hole as soon as it appeared, no matter what the price was, they would forcibly block its landing, and it was a copy that took up such a huge area... How many days have passed?How come there are signs of a successful login? !

More importantly... other copies of small-scale landings can still be dealt with slowly by means of blockade. In an international metropolis like Paris, there are millions of fallen victims swallowed up. It seems unrealistic.

But leave it alone... What if the copy inside is of a high-risk type?For example, zombies, viruses, the end of the world, or angels and demons...

At this time, those who like to read fantasy novels on weekdays can't help but feel their scalps go numb, and once again scold the literary and art workers who are too imaginative.

No matter how they scratched their heads, jumped their feet and shook their hands, they couldn't stop the black hole from melting and clearing day by day. One morning, in the black hole that was as silent as death, there were suddenly chaotic and overlapping songs, laughing and crying like a radio with the wrong frequency. The sweet and long scent of spices wafted out faintly with the smell of rust, and the hearts of those guarding around the black hole sank.

The sound of gurgling water slapping the stone riverbank, the soft and affectionate Seine River brings the ethereal and non-stop orchestral music on both sides and the melodious and floating holy voice singing through hundreds of years to fly into the present world, war, flames and hoarse slogans, the monarch The robes of the people and the sickles of the people flashed by, and the aroma of citrus, bergamot, cardamom, and myrrh rose, and they stepped into the world carrying the emaciated corpses that died in history. Gorgeous clothes, lead powder dyed frost-white face, flowers embellished towering curly wig.

The swallowed city is waking up.

Along with forgotten history.

——Return to the world.

"I can't wait any longer," the senior official who got up from the bed after receiving the emergency notice only had time to put a coat on his shoulders, and threw himself in front of the monitor to listen to the melodious sound coming from the loudspeaker, his face red, orange, yellow, and green Lanzi turned around and it looked better than the color palette. He gritted his teeth and said, "No Chinese bald eagle can be relied on. I postponed the negotiation with them and tried my best to find—"

He paused, as if he still wanted to make a choice, but the weird laughter from the black hole broadcast in real time in his ears interrupted his thinking: "—no matter what the arbitration tribunal or the parliament, you can find anyone first, and tell them, As long as they can solve this problem, Gaul can grant them any request."

His adjutant was surprised: "But..."

——But isn’t this traitorous!In case those monsters propose a state or something...

The officer in messy clothes rubbed his hair: "First rescue the people inside! The rest is the business of those idiots in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

His calculations were clear. He was originally just a director under the Minister of State. Because his official position was not big or small, he took advantage of troubled waters when the chaos came, and sent all his family members to a safe place to hide. , Just waiting for someone to come out and solve the black hole, everyone will be happy.

Who knows that the group of bastards above are pushing back and forth, and no one is a fool. They all know that the black hole in Paris is a very good political capital if it is solved properly, but it must be able to solve it. Bearing the notoriety of being a "Destroyer of Paris" has been nailed to the history books for centuries.

So this hot potato was pushed around and fell into his hands inexplicably.

The official position is neither big nor small, so he can't shirk the tasks given by his superiors. If he wants to push down... the next step will be the director!The well-informed directors under him slipped faster than anyone else, and before he could speak, the resignation letter was sent to his mailbox.

damn it!All jerks!

He thought viciously, in this case, let’s die together and get all those monsters. Anyway, the bastards promised him that as long as he can solve this problem, the position of minister is in his pocket, so he will just solve it Question, as for the monsters coming to ask for benefits...

That's other people's business, no one can run away!

In the afternoon, all the outdoor TVs in Gaul and the global channels began to broadcast the same news. The man in the suit and leather tie with the back of the head looked sincere and compassionate, and said the embellished speech.

"...The tragedy in Paris is a tragedy for all mankind. We are doing our best to save the victims in it. In the process, we have also received the friendship of many countries... But the current situation is not optimistic. The black hole has materialized Sign, as the chief administrative officer of Paris, I declare that I will live and die with this beautiful city. At the same time, I also hope that all capable people can contribute to Paris. Gaul promises that we will satisfy you and All the wishes of your companions, this is a catastrophe for all mankind..."

Behind him, he talked a lot of miscellaneous words, all of which were full of inflammatory words. Sensitive people already wished to raise a knife and mount a horse to become the savior of Gaul, while more rational people faintly noticed that he was hiding in it Almost by explicit implication.

He's not addressing everyone, he's addressing a specific group of people...or a couple of organizations...

Sitting in the suite allocated by the Gaul government, Shao Xinglan, who was also watching this video, took a sip of bitter coffee and frowned.

Is the Gaul government jumping over the wall in a hurry? This declaration has not been discussed by all countries!As a representative of human beings, Gaul hastily sent a request to the arbitral tribunal and the parliament. The meaning behind it is really thought-provoking.

More importantly, what would Gaul do if the other party responded and made an irresistible demand?If they satisfy each other, will other countries have to pay a high price if they seek cooperation in the future?If they don't satisfy each other, will the black hole creatures and humans fight?In short, Gaul's move can be said to have completely plunged other countries into a dilemma.

Shao Xinglan was thinking about these problems, when he heard a loud bang on the table from the room next door, which was not particularly soundproof, and a series of greetings mixed with various female relatives.

Next door were Bald Eagle Nation rescue reps, who apparently also saw the footage.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Shao Xinglan walked over, and when he opened the door, he saw the blushing face of the bald eagle representative: "Oh, Shao, did you see that news? I mean, that big-nosed Gaul Idiot's?"

Shao Xinglan nodded calmly, and the other party heaved a sigh of relief, followed by a series of smooth curses, and after finishing the curses, he casually asked, "What are you going to do?"

Shao Xinglan did not hesitate: "There should be a serious protest in the country, and I don't know what will happen after that."

The representative of the Bald Eagle breathed a sigh of relief. This proved that Huaxia was not in cahoots with Gaul, so they were relieved.

There was a relaxed expression on his face, but he was soon overwhelmed by depression: "I see, these idiots in Gaul...their Paris still requires us to fish it out!"

He cursed and walked away. Shao Xinglan stood at the door for a while, closed the door, and narrowed his eyes.

Will Gallic Manifesto...really get a response?

As it turns out, it will.

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Ever since the puppet was pinched out of its mind by Qiao Zhou, it has become extremely handy, but this handyness is only to a certain extent.

Because he lives under the eyes of the country now, it is not easy to go missing for ten days and a half months, so he can only spend half of his energy outside. Petrosha was sent to the hospital by a mad doctor on a quiet night. After leaving Paris, the body and the puppet squatted obediently in the capital as unknown little trash.

So he also saw the rolling news of this international channel for the first time.

In fact, he has no interest in saving Paris. All his thoughts are now on Alianora inside.

Fiery, arbitrary, willful.

He was the best observer he could find.

The same incompleteness, the same weirdness, and out of place, but Elianora looks much more normal than him. Compared with the pale and hypocritical mask he disguised, Elianora's emotions and desires are not at all. Lack of freshness and hotness is enviable.

Qiao Zhou felt that if he became him, would he be able to figure out what the problem was?

Although everyone is just an npc in the game, he is missing something, maybe the programmer forgot to add a plug-in, but it doesn't prevent him from manually patching himself.

As a person with a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, Qiao Zhou doesn't like to have less things on him.

If you don't give it, I'll take it myself.

But now Paris is about to invade the world for some reason, which is nothing to Qiao Zhou, after all, both reality and black holes are just games—just like the big blue horned deer jumping in front of him, the dungeon flees. It's not surprising to come and go, but if Paris falls into reality...in reality, murder will be punished.

The law-abiding citizen hesitated for a long time, but still felt that Paris had better not come out, otherwise what would he do next?

He can work quietly, but he is not an idiot if he does not take credit for it.

So in the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still dark, in front of the black hole that had almost melted away in Gaul, a pair of brothers in gorgeous retro clothes appeared.

In the black hole, you can already see the magnificent long river and palaces. The bright glass crystals reflect the unimaginable luxury scene. The more intense fragrance rushes to your face. The rebels hold their spears and hold their heads high. They are patrolling the streets and alleys of Paris. , the nobles discreetly stayed behind closed doors, held an afternoon tea party on the wide lawn, and exchanged messages with their eyes and whispers hidden behind their fans. Far.

The soldiers with live ammunition were staring at this moving classical oil painting with heavy faces, at this moment the brothers came walking in the thin morning light.

"Good day, gentlemen."

The blond brother wears a blood-red cloak on his shoulders, and the crown on his head shines brightly, reflecting his noble and majestic appearance like a holy son.

"The Imperial Heresy Arbitration Tribunal is here at the invitation of the leader of your country."

The young king showed a polite but cold smile, and the red cloak was like a pool of coagulated blood, burning in the desolate wilderness.

The resident chief gasped, and forcibly controlled his desire to draw his gun. To be honest, it was not easy. Anyone who knew the dangerous nature of the brothers in front of him would find it difficult to suppress the desire to fight back.

But the additional instructions from above are very clear, anyone—this word is meaningfully marked, any existence, as long as they have the idea of ​​​​assisting Gaul, they are allowed to enter.

Damn it, he understood the meaning of this strange order!

"Okay...uh, I mean, thank you very much." The resident chief's face was stiff and tense. He is really not a person who is good at communicating with non-human beings.

"Maybe, you should spare a little effort to receive another person who is also a rescuer? Since I also have the most sincere humanitarian feelings and hope to provide a little bit of strength for your country." A slow and silky voice almost It sounded against the chief's back, and the sudden sound made Rolling Stone's hair stand on end, and his right hand pulled out the gun with lightning speed and pointed at the person who appeared out of nowhere.

The young man pointed at by the black gun held his cane with his left hand, gently took off the black top hat with his right hand, and pressed it on his chest, as if he didn't see the dangerous tool, nodded slightly: "Good day, sir."

The officer's hair stood up all over, and he almost screamed like a woman who saw a cockroach.

Only then did he realize that the king brother who had been standing not far from him had unknowingly pulled a long distance away from him, and two pairs of similarly shaped green eyes stared coldly at the person who suddenly appeared. .

"Good day."

The mad doctor nodded politely to his old enemy.

"It's really a beautiful city, isn't it? It reminds me of when I was still alive, my hometown also had such beautiful palaces and castles." The crazy doctor raised his thin dark red lips, and turned his face to look at the little king tenderly. , "Does Your Majesty feel the same way?"

The monarch of the Imperial Heresy Tribunal and the speaker of the Final Council finally confronted each other again in front of the world.

In the silence, the palm of the officer's hand holding the gun was sweating crazily. He stood between the two teams like an idiot, not daring to move.

Duke Richard's hand was pressed on the saber at his waist, and his eyes were full of contempt: "Despicable and pathetic heresy."