Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1880 Cement Prison

As soon as he realized that he had left the living room and before he had time to look around, Lin Sanjiu's vision went dark.

The copy of the doll house is really annoying in every sense-she fumbled with her hand, touched a chair next to her, and when she counted three in her heart, the light still didn't turn on.

Obviously just now when Lin Sanjiu was listening to the dungeon's introduction of the rules, he counted two in his heart, and the light would go off once.

At that time, she was engrossed in listening to the introduction, not daring to be distracted, so she only took the time to try two or three times, and the results were the same every time; unexpectedly, as soon as this copy officially started, the duration and frequency of switching between light and dark quietly changed. Tong, didn't even say a word about this.

When she counted to four, her eyes shone brightly.

With the white and blue light, Lin Sanjiu found himself standing behind a large mahogany desk-the opposite side of the desk was standing with exactly the same face as himself.

One.

Under the light at this moment, the amber eyes on the baby's face looked black, looking straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes without a trace of expression.

…Put your initial position in the corner between the desk and the wall, and bet the way forward with a doll; what kind of fairness is this pretending?

Two.

Lin Sanjiu grabbed the swivel chair next to him, and when she counted to three in her heart, the chair had been lifted high and lifted into the air; her arms shook, and the chair was wrapped in the wind and hit the opposite herself.

Four.

The light was still on; regardless of the fact that the other "Lin Sanjiu" was a doll in nature, but not slow in his hands, he immediately got a low waist, and the chair flew over her head and fell to the ground with a "bang".

However, although the "Lin Sanjiu" doll dodged the chair, he did not watch out for the desk that was kicked out by Lin Sanjiu at the same time; the heavy mahogany table swept across the ground like a pendulum, just looking at it. When I hit the doll, the room went dark without warning.

Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly in his heart, and understood: I'm afraid there is no rule for the next light and dark switch.

Although the doll was no longer visible, the room was quiet. She didn't hear the muffled sound of the desk hitting the human body-probably because the light went out and the doll immediately changed position.

Fortunately, there is no need to light up the card. She hurriedly waved her hand and spit out a long stick from the palm of her hand; in the invisible darkness, she swept the long stick into the wind while trying to slow down. Go out slowly.

...Where did you go?

As soon as this thought came up, it happened to light up again—sure enough, there was no regularity. The duration of the darkness last time seemed particularly short.

She hurriedly looked around and found that she was almost walking to the center of the study, the door was just a few steps forward on her right; the decorations on the desk were tumbled, and the computers, folders, pen holders and other debris were in the middle of the study. There was a spill in front of the bookshelf on the left.

In the study, the only "Lin Sanjiu" was no longer seen.

The place where the doll stood just now is in front of the bookshelf on the left, exactly three meters away from behind the desk... When the light is on, the doll cannot teleport...

Wait a minute.

As soon as Lin Sanjiu thought of "Don't teleport when the light is on," she stood up all over her hair-she knew where the baby was.

When she hurriedly twisted her body, the room suddenly became dark again; however, just before it became dark, Lin Sanjiu saw it.

When she saw the "Lin Sanjiu" doll turning around with her, Liang showed her the back of her head.

The distance between the doll’s position and the study wall just now was only three meters, and Lin Sanjiu walked forward when the light went dark—this meant that the doll appeared behind her after teleporting. .

The doll cannot teleport when the light is on, but can imitate her movements synchronously; the exactly the same doll, as expected just now, is just like herself, shaking the long stick that does not exist in her hand, and slowly walking towards her from behind .

Standing in the darkness, Lin Sanjiu was cold all over.

What now? Where did the baby go? Did you go behind yourself again?

No, the doll is not important, as long as it can be repelled by force, he is not in danger. The most important thing is the safety of the puppeteer; if she doesn't find him for a moment, she can't settle down in panic-she can't afford to lose one more person.

It was pitch black all around, Lin Sanjiu continued to sweep around with a long stick repeatedly, and stepped back towards the entrance of the study; when the lights came on suddenly, the study was empty, bookshelves, floors, wooden tables... It was as white as the light of a morgue.

She touched the doorknob with her backhand, her eyes still searching the study room in circles—there was no shadow of a doll anywhere.

While the light was still there, Lin Sanjiu quickly opened the door, flashed outside, and closed the door behind him easily. When the door was closed, the whole doll house became dark again, and she didn't even see what was outside the study door.

She leaned her back against the door, and pointed the stick in her hand straight ahead. Even if she wanted to close her eyes again, she could only stare her eyes wide, waiting for the light to shine again.

It must be considered that in addition to the possibility of "Lin Sanjiu" doll chasing and replacing himself, it is also possible to find a puppeteer... Should he be able to tell?

However, even if he can't tell the difference, there is no need to worry about him having physical contact with the doll for the time being-as a last resort, the puppeteer will never touch her skin.

This thought turned, and the darkness passed; Lin Sanjiu half-squinted, and found that the living room was in front of him again.

The living room of the doll house is very large. When the two of them entered the copy just now, they entered from the wall on the right hand side of the living room sofa; now she changed the direction. Ten meters away was the living room sofa.

A small, faint self was reflected on the dark TV screen in the distance.

Where's the puppeteer? He is no longer in the living room.

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"Then, the dungeon will start now, please try your best to stick to it until the end!"

From the beginning of the copy, the puppeteer knew that he had been "taken up" from the living room and placed in another place.

This alone caused his fingers to stretch unconsciously. This was his small movement when he wanted to kill; each time his pale and slender fingers were slowly straightened, the joints trembled slightly, as if they were squeezing through some resistance, and they were about to pierce the fingers deep into the target's life.

If it is too late, after going out, there will naturally be a chance.

As for right now...it seems to be a bedroom here? There seemed to be a bed in front of him.

Four.

The eyes suddenly lit up, and the puppeteer glanced at him and found that he was facing a bed as expected. The bedroom is very large. This KING size bed looks almost lonely floating in a pale light; the end of the bed is facing the closed bedroom door, and there is a distance of six or seven meters between the two.

Apart from him, the bedroom was empty and there was no one.

The puppeteer slowly sat down by the bed and leaned his back on the pillow at the head of the bed. His thin and thin body was almost jagged, hugged little by little by the thick soft cotton.

Suddenly, it switched to darkness-it seems that the next light will turn on and off, it depends on the mind of the dungeon, there is no rule.

…I really want him to take a good look at what a puppet should look like.

Several pillows were stacked, soft and supportive. The puppeteer leaned on the pillows, vaguely feeling that he seemed a little more comfortable, but he was not sure.

I don’t know from which year, his body seems to have become a concrete cage, narrow, hard, and cold; if he doesn’t lean on something soft, he spends a long time alone with his body, as if he’s even the soul. It's going to start faintly.

The duration of the darkness this time was extremely short; it was so short that the puppeteer had just raised his arm, and the light in the room was bright again.

He looked at the stiff puppeteer doll standing at the end of the bed and almost wanted to laugh.

…I turned out to be like this now.

As the puppeteer waved his hand, the doll was almost like a marionette pulled by the string. It was "pulled up" straight from the end of the bed, and with unimaginable force, it was smashed into the bedroom. On the wall on the right-the wall in the copy absorbed the shock, but it was still difficult to conceal the dull impact.

The "puppeteer" slid down from the wall, the cervical spine had obviously been broken by gravity, and his head was soft and crooked to one side. But as the copy said, the baby really didn't suffer any essential damage, and was moving his shoulders, twisting his head back again.

"Being a duplicate creature is much luckier than making me angry."

In the regained darkness, the soft and shady voice of the puppeteer sounded.

He was already standing by the bedroom door, reaching out and opening the door.

Although the story line was sorted out and a part of the text was written yesterday, I hurriedly sent it out as soon as I finished writing...I really miss the luxury of writing Miledy, after which I can slowly adjust and revise it.

By the way, I recently bought a very interesting book. It is not actually a book for collection. It is a collection of mail-order catalogs from a department store in the United States in 1902. Because there are no photos, all the products are painted, full of all kinds of weird things (the IQ tax at that time was not less than it is now), and there are seemingly therapeutic electric belts (it seems to be because the introduction is very implicit), A double-barreled shotgun is 8 dollars, and a carriage is more than 50 dollars... I find it quite interesting.