Doomsday Wonderland

The four arcs drawn with a blue ballpoint pen are connected to a circle with a non-standard shape. The twilight under the door seam dyed the paper white, and the blue handwriting looked even brighter.

Behind every prisoner's dossier material, there is the same circle - Bohemia puts these materials on the ground and puts four bank statements under them; in the midst of hard work Her face wrinkled more and more tightly, like a bun with water off.

As she thought, Descartes fluttered around her, just like a dog that was spinning around the buns. A dog and a pack were silent for a few minutes. They felt that the number of "four" appeared too frequently. It would not be a coincidence: four prisoner files, four statements, four arcs...

What the **** is it?

Bohemia "squatted" and squatted on the ground, and the pair gave up.

"If I can give the problem I have encountered to Lin Sanjiu," she began to whimsical. "If she can't answer it, she must accept my punishment and save me."

"You can also swear."

For a long time, I didn’t hear the voice of the copy host. I was so shocked that I was shocked by the dog and the buns. After the reaction, Bohemia sighed: when the copy host talked with her, the game was suspended. State, she does not have to worry about the mysterious man in the building.

"Don't forget, you have the right to trade with another game."

"But you are not saying, I can only look at..."

"This is the case at this stage. But after the rights are upgraded, you can talk to the next-door game NPC, exchange, influence the process, and even change the title... Can you play a small game and win a higher level of rights?"

Bohemian hair was shaken and danced into a circle: "Don't - don't do it now - you are cheating! I obviously chose the 'destroy oneself' mode. After I passed the game, I didn't see how she was hurt. I haven't found any benefit to me."

"You excluded the uncertainty factor in the prison storm's serial killer, and lost a life threat. Isn't that a profit?" The copy host paused and said: "As for damage, you need to do it yourself. Completed."

He seems to be very enthusiastic. He hopes that Bohemia will start with Lin Sanjiu earlier and take the initiative to remind him: "...In fact, even if you can only 'see', you have a way to give her a scoop."

"You have something to say."

"Can't just say it." On the surface, fairness, how to say it must be maintained.

Bohemia waved irritably, and seemed to want to wave these annoying things like flies: "That's not to mention this! I have to figure out this broken four!"

"You participate in small games, and do not delay the plot process of the prison... This time, after you clear the customs, your upgrade of the right to trade is enough to let Lin Sanjiu think about this problem with you, I promise."

In the words of the puppet teacher, Lin San’s head is filled with a colander, and she is afraid that it is not very useful. But the advantage is that if she made a mistake, according to the rules of the "final exam" game, that Lin San wine had to be undressed and punished ... "OK!" Bohemia promised very happy.

The tone of the replica host was very happy, just like a salesman who just sold a household vacuum cleaner.

"The goal of the small game is to spend a night in this office building, and it can't be known by anyone, nor can it be seen by anyone. By dawn, the third stage is over."

It doesn't sound as complicated as it was last time.

Plus the original goal, it is very simple to live until dawn, not to be seen.

“It is important to note that when you are not interacting with the game, your self-perception, physical fitness or peacetime is similar. Once you interact, your skill, speed... is still the average of an average woman. If someone is walking towards this side, you can't run as fast as you can."

"Understood, I understand that you said it."

After the copy host disappeared, she looked back and saw that Descartes was squatting on the document, which made me look dizzy. Bohemian stunned it twice with consciousness, but it was surprisingly quiet for a while, then he said quietly: "The people are copies, I am also a copy, how..."

"How can you compare with the copy of the doll--the adult?" Bohemia said as he gently turned the door lock and bolted it: "I don't go out tonight, I am hiding here." See who can find me."

"There is a desperate situation." Descartes commented.

Bohemian turned a deaf ear. It’s long gone, and everyone else is going home, except for the staff on duty. The place where the staff on duty are resting is not in this building – except for the mysterious person who has quietly come up, who else will Looking for her here? The goal of the mysterious man is obviously her office, so she will stay here.

In order to prevent it, she put the documents in a pile and stuffed them under the desk of the beef secretary; she removed two chairs and she vacated a place on the floor, just to let her take a nap.

"How are you so relaxed?" Descartes strongly disapproved.

Bohemian just sat on the ground, but suddenly heard the phone ringing outside the door, sharply and sharply pierced the night, piercing the door panel - she shocked, listening to the ear for a few seconds, found that the phone ringing is From the office of the warden.

The phone rings in the entire corridor, like the lake that was disturbed. Bohemia held his breath and waited until the ringing of the phone that seemed to never end. The office building was back to death.

So late, who will call the office?

Bohemian squatted on the ground, his eyes fixed on the crack in the doorway. The pale white corridor lights lit up in a straight line under the cracks; if someone walked through here, the shadow would break and shine from her eyes...

"Hey."

She waved her hand and tried to get rid of the Descartes that was wrapped around her head. If there is a mosaic, it is likely to miss the shadow.

"Hey!"

Bohemia supported himself with his elbow and sat up. "What are you doing!" she whispered. "If you have something, you can't bother!"

A group of chaos was quiet. She thought that Descartes had something to tell her, but she didn't expect to wait for two seconds, but it was like an angry voice; Bohemia was too lazy to lick it, was about to squat again, and suddenly looked at the floor.

Her own shadow cast on the floor - nothing surprising in itself. The moonlight must have been thrown in from the window behind her... and Descartes is precisely facing the window...

At that moment, I had saved Bohemian several times of determination, and immediately told her to roll down to the side and roll it again; when Yu Guanggang saw the shadow of the desk edge, she narrowed her limbs and let I hid myself under my desk -

After the three-sided wooden board of the desk blocked her package, Bohemia felt that her hair had stood up and her heart was pounding. When she looked up, Descartes still fluttered in place.

The moonlight that was thrown into the window reflected a rectangular light on the floor. The brightness of the shape of the window is clearly defined by the darkness of the surrounding area, horizontal and vertical...

Slow.

This bright bottom, the bottom of the window, is not straight at all - a semi-circular arc shadow that slowly rises from the bottom of the window.

Bohemia didn't dare to stare at the floor, watching the shadow rise from the moonlight a little bit, and finally understood that Descartes had just told her what she wanted her to see - she took courage. Sit quietly, and nodded a little from the desk.

From the half of the elliptical shadow that rose from the bottom of the window, a pair of eyes were fixedly staring at the room behind the glass. In the darkness, the man’s eyes were still a little light; at that moment, the two eyeballs rolled around and seemed to see no one in the room, and then continued to climb up slowly, gradually revealing the head and shoulders. , half of the body.

It was a man - but because it was backlit, Bohemia could not see who the man was.

He climbed up the ladder. After revealing half of his body, he opened his hand and opened the glass window. The beef secretary apparently did not expect to lock the window. He rolled over and sat in the window frame and climbed in, his feet landing silently.

Under the moonlight, the pair of loafers with thick rubber soles stepped closer to the eyes of Bohemia.

Descartes still floated in the same place, and finally couldn't help it, and he snorted with enthusiasm.

For the first time, Bohemia didn't even have its mind. She clung to her mouth and nose, and couldn't wait to shrink into a ball; seeing the pair of shoes getting closer and closer, she curled up a little back - finally, the shoes stopped at the edge of the desk.

"啪" sounded, the man seemed to light up a small flashlight. The flashlight must be very small, because the light column is very thin and almost does not shine much. It crossed the ground and crossed the desk to the desk; immediately, a squeaky voice rang on her head, which should be the person who was looking at the beef secretary.

Bohemia recalled the look of this desk in his mind.

Below the wide table, there is only one filing cabinet except for the support surfaces on both sides. On the outside of the desk, where she had just gotten in, there was a back panel that covered about half of the height; at this time, she was shrinking inside the back panel, and she took up a lot of places. File cabinet.

The rummaging voice gradually became more urgent, presumably because the man did not find something of value; the feet went back half a step forward - Bohemia subconsciously shrank again, but listened to him. The sand slammed and a heart fell.

... She just happened to be touching the documents she had just stuffed under the table.

Finished! I have to catch a flight tomorrow morning! On the 20th, I have to come again... I have been flying very frequently recently.