Doomsday Wonderland

"First make sure,"

Lin Sanjiu said lowly, Yu Guangcai was in the slanting entrance of the reception room. "...the old lady is really an ordinary person who has not evolved, is that right?"

Bohemia nodded: "It must be, I am particularly sensitive to this."

After all, in the 12th world, if she can admit her mistakes, she will not live today.

Although it is not excluded that there are special items or abilities, the evolutionists can be disguised as ordinary people; but the probability that they will happen to happen in a dwelling that they walk in when they are hiding from the rain is too low.

Lin Sanjiu lifted his chin outside the door. "You go to the door to see where the old lady is. I have to watch TV again."

"What do you see?" Bohemia asked softly, and his feet approached the door silently.

"I think the image just was a bit strange."

Lin Sanjiu turned on the TV again. This time I didn't forget to find the volume button first and set it to the lowest level. Sure enough, the screen is still the mental patient who was disturbed by the entrance and exit, and now is in the emergency news of the escape. If you count from the evolution of the evolutionary police, then it will be repeated for twenty minutes.

She stared at the screen and slowly frowned.

...this is not two frontal portraits, but a 360° image taken with surround technology. She just turned off the TV too fast. When she opened it again, she realized that she and Bohemia were like two actors who had been photographed from the beginning, and slowly circled in the news. The background was Entering the small hall - everyone who reads the news can know what the hair on their head looks like.

However, how can this be?

From time to time, the lightning light penetrates the black lacquered room, and the faces of the two people on the screen are reflected white again and again. The rain outside the window seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the rustling sound drowned out the noise in the reception room; when a metal impact sound from the corridor was introduced into the ears of Lin Sanjiu, she immediately raised her head.

"what sound?"

Standing in the door of Bohemia, first stretched out and squeezed a soft and flexible door frame - the probe glanced, she whispered: "The end of the corridor is the kitchen... she seems to be watching the pot The things are cooked no."

Lin San’s heart was in the midst of a move, and Bohemia also just cast a gaze at this time. In the dark and gloomy reception room, it was almost impossible to see her facial features. Only the big eyes shimmered with luster: "...the edible truth"! Is it related to this?"

"……I do not know."

"There must be." Bohemia was full of confidence and eagerly looked out: "We will wait for her to come back and see what she has brought this time."

"You come over," Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen and suddenly greeted her. Bohemia is waiting to verify her theory, and she is not willing to move; like a dog who has not been trained, she has been greeted two or three times in a row, and she finally approached TV.

"What?"

When she asked this question, she was shocked by Lin Sanshui. The latter squatted down and picked up her skirt. She took her ankle and looked at it carefully before she took it again. The skirt was put back.

Bohemia thrived a red face and stuttered and asked: "Are you, is there something wrong?"

"You have a silver bell on your right ankle." Lin San wine said indulging.

"You really don't have a brain in your left head, what do you want to explain?"

"Look," Lin San was not angry. He clicked on the TV screen. "The reason why I know the bell on your ankle is because of this."

On the news image, the bohemian foot that has been slowly turning around is indeed a silver bell that is exactly the same - the length of the skirt is deliberately truncated a bit more than in real life, just to expose it.

"I have been with you for so long, I have not noticed it." When Lin Sanjiu said this, he caught a little noise in the kitchen at the end of the corridor from the sound of the rumble, sounding like the old lady is going to be She came out; she turned off the TV, took Bohemia and sat down again, whispering: "... We only stayed in the entrance and exit for less than ten minutes, how can we even record this detail by the camera? ?"

Bohemian thought for a moment. The unhurried footsteps in the hallway were actually coming towards the reception room, and sometimes accompanied by the sound of the lid collision; she suddenly approached, and he was hesitant: "...camera?"

she does not know? Oh, yes, the twelve circles seem to have a different name for many things -

Lin Sanjiu floated the idea, and couldn’t help but suddenly understood where it made her feel strange. Just as she was going to follow this thought and think deeply, the old lady’s shadow just happened to be slowly thrown into the reception room at this time, and suddenly both of them were on guard.

Under the old lady's arm, a faded old booklet was placed, and a small serving pot was placed on both hands, placing it on the coffee table. She acted with enthusiasm, and quickly removed the refreshments, and put on some snacks and tableware; she saw that the two had almost no pass, and she said nothing.

"Come, look for the address on the booklet. I will give you some stew."

Lin Sanjiu took over the thick book, and sure enough, he could not understand a word. In such a heavy rainstorm, this old reception room was soaked in moisture, and the furniture had an old taste that was soaked in various breaths, thick and sticky, with stew. The meat is fragrant, and it smells like people can't help but cover their noses.

The old lady seems to only care about her own pleasure, and she doesn't care about the meal they can't move. As she ate, she fell into the memory of food: "When I first invited him to dinner at home, my mother made such a pot of stew... He used to laugh at me and said that mushrooms are served with meat. It tastes exactly the same, and I don't want to change a side dish. But in fact, he eats a lot every time."

"Now the young people are still willing to find a companion and get married and get married. There is almost no one... We used to regard the birth of the child as one of the most important things, and the young people don’t care. After all, now everything is simple. Simple, easy to get. Can't you find the junkyard? Wait till I have finished eating it for you... Oh, I have baked a lasagna, I will be fine soon."

In this small meeting room, which was wrapped in the rumbling rain, the darker and darker the glory. The old lady is very familiar with every piece of furniture here. She can eat it in the dark room without turning on the light; the two sit quietly on the sofa and look at the opposite person without a word.

"He doesn't like to eat this, but I like it very much." The old lady was completely immersed in food and memories. Almost every food was linked to her part of the past; even in the dark, she could detect that she was floating. A smile. When the thunder and lightning hit, her bright and dark face, the smile seems to be a bit of awkwardness - just as the opposite of the two people does not exist is no longer important.

"When I was a child, my mother often gave me fried white food. I don't know what it actually called, she didn't know it; because when she was a child, my grandmother blew it to her, my grandmother learned from her great-grandmother. The recipe for this small snack has been passed down from generation to generation. It is broken when I pass it to me. I often think that if my children are not dead on the battlefield, they will probably also give my grandchildren a white strip. ""

The old lady's tone sank, put the unclear food in her hand back on the plate, and stared at the door, and started to stay. The reception room was plunged into a quiet, only endless rain, and the looming thunder outside the window.

This old lady is an ordinary person who has neither the ability to seize or hurt them. Now she can't tell the police. - Of course, she doesn't seem to want to inform the police.

What is she going to do?

"She won't be dementia?" Bohemia asked with an audible voice.

Lin Sanji looked at the opposite figure and thought quietly for a while; when she spoke again, she said something that was irrelevant to the old lady in front of her: "...the bottom of the building, at least two Thirty narrow doors, right?"

"correct."

"That's interesting."

The old lady was old and had poor ear pressure. She did not hear their conversation from the continuous and loud rain. She was still in the memory and could not extricate herself. Bohemia looked at her and turned and asked softly - "What's interesting? Don't talk half."

"This thing is still reminding me of... The camera I said is the ‘recording eye’ that you said.” Lin Sanjiu paused, holding back a burst of shudder, and approached her ear. "... Now you think about it, the entrance and exit are counted, where is the **** camera? Nothing at all."

Twenty or thirty narrow doors are arranged together. If you want to monitor the condition of each door, you must have at least the same number of cameras. But even if she didn't adjust the picture of the subconscious mind, she could remember clearly and there was nothing near the door—even one eye, one scratch, and one notice.

After entering the small hall?

The entire ceiling is illuminated, and if the camera is hung anywhere, it will suddenly darken. Even in the corners, the ceiling and the seams of the walls, she couldn't remember any monitoring facilities ever seen – and most importantly, what monitoring facilities can preserve their 360° images from all angles and meticulously. Down?

The reason is simple: as long as it is not surrounded by the monitoring facilities of your flight, any installed camera can only "see" the side that it can "see", which also causes a "dead angle"; but in the clear What is the record of the camera without the orientation?

"Right, there is no record in the entrance and exit," Bohemia murmured. "In fact, even if we don't wear hoods, they shouldn't know what we are afterwards..."

They are in the evolutionary police | Checked, after the hostages ran, in order to avoid the suspicion before picking up the pillowcase - and if it is the evolutionary police, see how they look, how can even What kind of bells are hidden on the ankles hidden in the tent?

A place that feels weird has emerged, but it has even more doubts. When Lin Sanji bit his lip and slammed into his thoughts, he listened to the opposite old lady and suddenly sighed and regained his movements.

"I am a person, I like food in my life, I like early adopters." She whispered a bit, as if she was tired of being overwhelmed. The old lady wiped her eyes and closed the dishes in front of her. "... Now that I am old, facing the situation that I am going to go, I can’t help but recall what I have eaten with him in the past... There are many old sayings that will keep you waiting."

What have you been waiting for?

At the same time, the two men raised a lot of doubts and precautions - the old lady was not in a hurry, and took the wrecked dishes back to the kitchen. When she walked back to the door of the reception room, she suddenly made a "squeaky" sound, as if the air stuck in the chest, and then the old lady twitched and fell heavily on the ground, seeing her hands and feet Trembling, venting more gas, less is already fast.