Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1872

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"Hey, let me discuss something with you, okay?"

Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged in the boat and pondered for a few minutes, then suddenly asked.

After searching for a while, the things she turned over from the middle-aged gentleman were all piled up in the pedal boat at this time. She originally thought that Phoebe should have a lot of things, but unexpectedly, she only found nine special items in total—perhaps he also dropped a lot of things into the lake.

However, in this way, after the copy had deducted Phoebe's rent, he only had [Reference Materials] left to deduct her rent, which was of no help to her.

Lin Sanjiu decided to try this kind of whimsical method—it was her only way.

"What's the matter?" Maybe it was because there was only one person left in the copy, and the speaker's attitude was loosened a lot.

"This doesn't belong to you now," Lin Sanjiu ordered [Reference Materials] and said cautiously: "Then can I use it to replace the collateral I handed in?"

"Replace one?"

"Yes, I'll give this to you, and you will return one of my special items. The amount of collateral in your hand has not changed."

When saying this, Lin Sanjiu's mouth was dry and bitter because of tension. From a certain point of view, the Lake Tour dungeon is more unreasonable than the dungeon affected by the flood-she has never seen this way, while leaving everyone with the hope of clearance, and at the same time using various rules to force the entire team. The copy of Mie seems to be the ultimate mixture of mercy and cruelty.

If the copy rejected her proposal, the situation would be tricky.

"...Um, but this isn't yours either..." There seemed to be some hesitation in the speaker.

"Didn't you say that we are all on the same team, and we should communicate with each other?" As long as it does not completely veto it, Lin Sanjiu will not give up: "I will replace mine with something from a teammate, and you too There is no loss."

There was no sound from the horn for a while.

"Let's do it," Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth cruelly, "If you agree, I will pay you an extra special item as rent when I return the ship."

"Ah," the speaker immediately smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, you don't have to pay more for my rent, I will agree... But since you are so enthusiastic, I won't refuse your intentions."

Secretly cursing, she threw all nine objects into the water—"Here it is," she yelled.

"Didn't all your items fall into the lake?" The dungeon horn asked happily, "Even if you replace one, it's useless. Do you want to go back on the boat to get it?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it." Lin Sanjiu told it the name of the special item angrily, "Hurry up and replace it for me."

As soon as her voice fell, there was a sudden "crash" in the lake not far away—Lin Sanjiu looked back and immediately brightened; at least so far, nothing went wrong!

She murmured "I'm sorry", reached out and dragged Phoebeen's body into the lake, and then she pulled the blood-stained pedal boat, and turned hard, and heard the sound of the water. Desperately stepped on the place.

A special item cannot be drowned, even if it looks like a person again.

The painter, who had recovered his intelligence, was now ups and downs on the water, choking on the water mouth after mouth; he couldn't scream out, his eyes were red, and he looked terribly painful, but he didn't sink.

"Alright," Lin Sanjiu was so relieved that he saw an old friend who had been reunited after a long time, "Come on!"

The painter is a special item that cannot be put in a bag. After the [Flat World] was taken away at the beginning, she could only throw him at the starting point. Although the surface of the water rose higher and higher, the painter stood still on the spot, watching the water gradually engulf his body-until all the special items were mortgaged, Lin Sanjiu would never see him again; presumably because he was lost. "Utility", he also sank like everything else.

Now, she finally got him back!

Seeing the wet painter's hands and feet crawling onto the boat with the ground, she also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, dragged the other boat, and stepped back towards the retreat point. The painter still carried the canvas, frame and pen holder on his back, and he seemed to have no less than a tube of paint; he fell into a puddle of blood, staring blankly at Lin Sanjiu on the boat next door.

He is waiting for her painting order.

"I know there is very little space in the pedal boat," Lin Sanjiu comforted, "but I still hope you can paint a landscape painting... the enemy? Oh, my enemy is water... yes, don't paint lake water."

After hesitating for a few seconds, she hurriedly added: "If you see a corpse in the water, be sure to paint the corpse. Anyway, except for the water, everything else must be left in place at the bottom of the lake. Can it be done?"

She felt that her request was simple: she wanted a lake scene without a lake.

The painter half-opened his mouth, looking at the lake for a while, and then at the canvas he unfolded—fortunately, he seemed to be used to Lin San Jiujing asking him to draw some messy things. He tilted his head and thought for a while, finally adjusted the paint and dipped it. I was full of pens and began to paint in embarrassment.

Every second that the pen nib swiped across the canvas made Lin Sanjiu doubly restless and anxious. Everything is her conjecture, and there may be accidents everywhere; if the artist's trick doesn't work, she can only try to replace another item...

With a "click", the painter slapped his pen.

Lin Sanjiu shook all over, and hurriedly raised his head to look at his canvas; however, before she could see clearly, her body shook heavily, and then she was lifted up and down. The field of vision fell, and a high water curtain rushing to the sky was obscured into a dark area—I don’t know how many tons of lake water were all rolled up, forming an amazing water dragon in the sky, rushing with a deafening whistling. To that little canvas.

The pedal boat was suddenly empty. Before she could look up at the painter, she felt that she had fallen to the bottom of the lake with the boat—she almost threw a heart out of her throat, and immediately closed her eyes tightly until she felt heavy. The shock rushed out of the ground at the bottom of the lake, swallowing her, shaking her whole body frame in her skin.

After so many seconds, she was thrown to the ground. She couldn't even say a word. She could only look at the mud of the lake and blink constantly, trying to see everything again.

The painter who was holding the canvas fell on the side with a "paku", splashing mud all over her body, and making her react in a spirited manner.

She didn't fall far, and the long wooden platform was beside her. After the lake was empty, the pillars under the platform were exposed to the air.

Lin Sanjiu endured the severe pain all over, crawled out of the boat hurriedly, and glanced back. There was a long slit in her pedal boat, and the paddles shattered all over the floor. It seemed unlikely that she would float out of the water again. Phoebe's boat is not much better, but fortunately it is at least a complete boat; when it is dragged out of the water for a while, it should not fall apart.

Anyway, it's too late to regret now, she must hurry up—

Lin Sanjiu took off his shirt and used it to tie the pedal boat to the pillar under the wooden platform, and then stepped on the mud of the lake and walked a few steps far away. The fat corpses overgrown with seaweeds were scattered everywhere after the lake disappeared, like whales stranded on the beach; she turned a blind eye to the scraps of pedal boats, trash, and clothes, and only desperately opened a few. The swollen corpse was soaked.

Phoebe is not the only person to die here. If there are special items on his body that have not been deducted as rent, then there must be other corpses too!

"Hey!" The sound from the horn suddenly rang: "What are you doing in my lake!"

Sure enough, the dungeon will definitely not allow this kind of situation that can change the fundamental situation of the evolutionary-and this time, it probably won't wait more than 30 minutes to fill the lake again.

Lin Sanjiu knew that the time was urgent, so he picked up speed again. She found a plastic bag more than ten meters away, patted and searched for every place where special items might be hidden; with the sound of distant water from an unknown source, the depression of the lake gradually reappeared. Water shines.

The water is still very shallow now, even before her feet; but God knows how long she has!

Lin Sanjiu stuffed a small brass bird into the bag and shouted back to the painter: "You also help find special items!"

The artist held the canvas and followed behind her step by step, with a blank expression on her face.

Lin Sanjiu sighed in his heart. After all, he is a special item. The only thing she can do is to paint. She didn’t have much hope at first; she lowered her head to search for the corpse, and without looking back, she ordered him: "If you can’t pick up things, go. Wait for me on the wooden table, don’t run around with me. The water is about to rise, I don’t want to drag you in the water for a while."

The painter understood this command. She raised her foot and ran towards the wooden platform, splashing mud all over her back; after a while, she looked back and the painter was already holding the wooden platform and trying hard to climb up. .

An orange leaf, a screwdriver, a coffee cup that is still full, a small white jade Buddha statue, an advertising leaflet that has not been soaked in water... Lin Sanjiu searched for something that looked like a special item. Always pay attention to the distance between yourself and the wooden platform—in this vast lake, I don’t know how many evolutionaries have died. There are countless debris and corpses piled up in other directions, but she But there is no time or opportunity.

The water of the lake was rising rapidly at an almost angry rate; she had not collected much before the water had already reached her waist—she could barely see the bottom of the lake dozens of seconds ago, but now there is something special about it. The items are no longer distinguishable. It was too late to climb up the wooden platform. Lin Sanjiu immediately tied the plastic bags, strode forward in the water and stumbled forward.

"I retreat!"

…When she finally dragged her body weighing more than a thousand kilograms onto the wooden platform, she felt as if she was soaked in water even her breath, wet and wet, and her chest was painful every time.

"I...I never want to see water again in my life," she said while lying on the wooden platform, looking at the sky.

Of course no one will answer her.

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes, and his heart gradually sank into dim despair. She searched the neighborhood as much as possible, and only found six items, of which few have not been deducted as rent.

It doesn’t make much sense to let the artist repeat the same technique again—because the copy will refill the lake in just a few minutes, which means that she can’t leave the wooden platform too far, at most, she can only re-search the places she has searched. Search once.

Sighing heavily, she sat up with her sore and heavy body, her arm muscles trembling. Leaning on the body of this ordinary person, she will have to figure out a way to pull the pedal boat out of the water and return it to the copy; but this is not a pain compared to paying rent...

Gently, she was nodded by her finger on her shoulder. When Lin Sanjiu turned his head, he was almost taken aback by the magnified face of the artist who was close to him. He has always been unable to make a sound or say anything, but at this moment, there seems to be something hidden in those dark eyes, looking at her brightly.

"...What's the matter?" Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly and rubbed his temples: "Did you just find a lot of special items? Didn't you do nothing but paint?"

The painter blinked at her, raised his hand, and pointed behind her.