Doomsday Wonderland

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“Congratulations, you have completed all the goals of 'Prison.'

... When the long-lost voice of the copy host sounded again, even Bohemian, who had always been energetic and lively, could not help but feel a deep tiredness from the bones. As soon as the spirit was relaxed, the whole body suddenly began to hurt, especially on the back. The soreness was almost cracked. She was like an old lady’s mouth, and she squatted on the ground, the onion above her head. He also trembled sideways and fell down together.

"This game is good," Descartes is not at all sympathetic. "It's still fun. I think there should be other plot lines that can go deeper, like the big man who wants to cover up his own black material... It's not bad again."

"You can spare me, I hate reasoning analysis!" Bohemia lay on the concrete floor and looked at the blue sky where the clouds had solidified after the game ended. He complained: "If there is anything, you can't hurt." Have a quick fight?"

That's what it is, but in fact, after having the information of snakeskin, it is not difficult to find out her true identity in the game: from the names of the four bank statements, she and Descartes quickly It was found that one of the names of emmagreen's birthday was exactly the same as the safe password, which was "1127".

Why did the old shoes know her safe password, and got the answer: because on the safe keyboard, only the three keys of “1, 2, 7” have her fingerprint. Old leather shoes have always suspected that the warden in front of him seems to be related to the female criminal emmagreen who is famous on the road but has never been arrested. With the information of emmagreen and the three numeric keys with fingerprints, the fool can also find The password is her birthday.

"After all, it is a game, and the difficulty is appropriately reduced," Descartes commented. "...others who do such high-risk things, but also use birthday as a password."

"I'm going to perform an onion **** now," the copy host didn't let them remember for a long time. "Next, you can also exercise a right to interfere with the 'final exam' game - note that although you have completed all the 'prisons' Goal, but one day did not give the player Lin Sanshui a successful scoop, you can't go out one day."

Bohemian sat up and felt a burst of hair in his mouth.

"Oh," the onion on the head was peeled off again. Her heart leaped and she only listened to the copy host and then spoke up: "There was one of the enemies you killed before. The relatives and friends of the deceased are looking for revenge everywhere."

This is a fart thing - you know, how many people in the 12th world are looking for her to seek revenge, she can take it for dinner. Bohemian sighed, and it was a little disappointing.

The fact that peeling off the onions is random. So what should she do in the "five lives"?

“Are you ready? You can now interfere with the game of Lin Sanjiu.”

It’s only a day before the game time, but she felt that she hadn’t seen the guy for a long time—“Oh,” Bohemia took it down. “Let me see how she is doing now?”

It’s not surprising to say that when the “final exam” game reappears in front of one person, whether it’s a distant student, a row of desks and chairs, or a bright sky in the window... It’s arguably, except Nothing has changed since Lin Sanjiu himself. Although Bohemia has been here for two days, the time of Lin Sanjiu has not finished half of an exam.

When her eyes fell on the screen, she couldn't help but hold her breath.

Lin Sanjiu on the screen, still looking down at the test paper at the moment, just slightly stunned Bohemia from the corner of his eye - compared with the previous one, her situation is very bad at first glance.

"You... are you okay?" Bohemia ran a few times in his throat, and he wanted to sing a few words. He was a little bit ridiculous: "Are you doing something wrong?"

Invisible, Lin San wine shook his head gently. Such an action seems to make her very uncomfortable - she does not have to worry about being reprimanded by the invigilator for raising her head: because from behind her neck, I don’t know when a huge, trembling bulge Translucent drum bag; light white film bag seems to breathe, there is a shadow floating in the inside, as if the whole is a living thing.

The place where it grew out was just a little above the inside of the Lin San wine collar; as it grew, the collar was also pushed to the rear - so that the front of the collar was tightly held. Lin San wine's neck, her face flushed red; at first glance, she will now be barely able to breathe a little air on the edge, not to suffocate and die.

"You wait," Bohemia made up his mind. "My sight can enter the classroom on your side. Write down the situation and show it to me... Is there any extra paper? Don't scribble on the paper."

Lin San’s wine blinked and seemed to be affirmative.

As the copy host responded, Bohemia felt that his line of sight fluttered into the "final exam." Like a small camera that can float at random, she landed on the desk of Lin Sanshui; the latter's lines and lines were a bit cluttered by the urgency, and it became clearer in her vision.

"I have already completed four questions. Fortunately, all three of the previous questions have been answered. The question I am answering now gives a trace of the activity of a certain creature, the death of its victims, and a description of the living environment. ...etc. There are a total of ten clues. This is a timing question. I need to infer the appearance, habits and abilities of this creature in 20 minutes. This creature will be around my neck during the whole answering process. The drum kit grows up slowly... After 20 minutes, if I don't answer it, it will be born out of the bag. Now I still have 9 minutes."

Time is still urgent to write so detailed!

After Bohemia finished reading this paragraph, Deng was still anxious than Lin Sanjiu, and wished to give her the time she used to write the explanation again. Seeing that the drum kit behind Lin’s neck is getting bigger and bigger, she also There is no way, only to take it to work.

Descartes slowly drifted into her field of vision, and spent the bulging of the drum kit.

"This bag is close enough to her head," said a group of mosaics. "If you combine the topic you are about to give her... Can we use the creatures in this drum bag?"