Barry, possessed by Deja Vu, clutched the Pink Duck Boat as he sprinted at top speed. He ran so fast that the navigator suffered terribly.
Ezekiel loved to talk, but even it could not speak fast enough to keep up with the vehicle's speed. Before long, it stopped wasting breath on directions like which intersection to turn at and simply pointed with its forelimb, telling The Flash to run that way.
The whole bug had gone autistic.
The girl in the Gothic dress sat in the back seat, folding away her little parasol. Resting her chin on one hand, she looked out the window. She seemed able to see what lay amid the rapidly flashing, colorful streams of light, and the smile on her lips grew much wider.
She was genuinely happy. Perhaps life and the human world had brought her warmth.
"We're here. Cyborg you seek is in the next Consciousness Block," Cockroach Prophet finally said. The moment it opened its mouth, it used an inverted sentence, somehow recovering some of the coolness it had lost earlier and sounding rather like a master.
The Flash immediately hit the brakes, his feet skidding across the ground for a stretch before momentum carried him to the edge of another Consciousness Block.
The new block contained a tropical rainforest. More precisely, it was a prehistoric rainforest. Countless towering gymnosperms grew here, while erupting volcanoes and flying pterosaurs could even be seen in the distance.
"Whose consciousness is this? A paleontologist's?"
Barry got out of the vehicle. There was no path through the rainforest for it to travel on; dense trees stood like irregular pillars.
"We don't know yet, but it doesn't matter." After everyone got out, Su Ming put the Pink Duck Boat back into his waist pouch. "We just need to