Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1882

I’ve been writing this chapter since yesterday. I couldn’t help but slept in the middle and finally finished writing today...

Sbaan's words may be difficult to understand, but the facts before him clearly provide all the footnotes Lin Sanjiu needs.

When she was young, her parents used to buy Lego bricks for her. She was sitting on the floor at the time, and she often played all afternoon. Scattered parts of different shapes can be combined so closely, or scattered, or used in different corners-the same batch of parts can eventually show different appearances.

If there are still limitations to Lego bricks, then the building in front of you seems to freely cross all restrictions.

When Lin Sanjiu looked back, the long, wall-like high gate behind her was now completely broken into pieces; the land rose and fell between the iron gates, slowly moving and staggering. -The park where she had smashed like a headless fly just now found a new order in the slight buzzing sound, and the staggered paths and scattered courtyards were quickly and neatly paved into squares.

"That's it," she murmured, feeling the smooth and steady movement of the iron gate under her feet: "The protection garden I saw in the daytime last time was formed like this."

"It can also form a thousand different structures and compositions," Spaan shrugged. "As long as you want it."

He was empty-handed, and he didn't have any "baton", I wonder if he has put it away.

"But you don't have the structure of an arsenal factory." Lin Sanjiu asked, staring at the steel city in front of him. The reorganization of the protection park has pushed the two of them to the door of the arsenal. On her own, I am afraid that she will not be able to find an exit in the protection garden even after walking overnight; in this place, there is no exit anywhere, but it can be an exit anywhere—"Why? Can it not be split?"

"Yes," Spaan took the lead and jumped off the iron gate. When both of them fell to the ground, he pointed forward and smiled: "Look."

Just now, Lin Sanjiu, who was still faintly worried about how to get in, suddenly realized that he was worried for nothing. The road opened unobstructed for the two of them. At the end of it, the steel wall that rose straight into the sky, at this time, opened a rectangular doorway near the ground.

It was as if someone was going to open a door on this wall and then forgot it; just step across it and Lin Sanjiu walked into the heavily guarded city of steel—it was so easy to enter. It really made her want to sigh.

The cold and hard arsenal was submerged in most of the details by the dim night; the dim yellow street lamp gleaming far away, stained its faint outline, and the iron gray straight roadway that stretched into the front. Even the lanes of the arsenal were cut out of iron blocks, horizontal and vertical, without emotion.

"... But the easy road ends here." Spaan smiled at her, his green eyes gleaming in the dark night. "There are always people stationed inside the arsenal, and if the movement is a little bit louder, they will be alarmed. What's more, I haven't gotten the baton for this part."

"Huh? But on that wall..."

"Because that part is the'boundary' shared with the conservation park, the baton of the conservation park can also be used to create an entrance." He seemed unwilling to explain it in detail, but raised his chin forward: "Nothing next. It's easy."

This "not easy" probably not only refers to the fact that the two of them have to face the arsenal; Lin Sanjiu knows it well.

…If that moment really comes, with her combat power, can she fight against Spartan?

Thinking of this, she waved her hand weakly: "It's been hard enough for me this night, you let me rest and set off."

Fortunately, the ground of this steel city is also paved with mud and stone bricks. She sat down with a grunt, and called out a bunch of squiggly hairs from the card library—under Sbaan’s straight gaze, she pulled out a few small **** and stuffed them into the gaps between the stone and bricks. .

Compared with carefully collecting the remaining wool, this process is not too awkward.

Clapping his hands, Lin Sanjiu casually moved away from the subject: "Um... I want to ask you a question."

"You said."

"I never asked you, what happened to you in the arsenal?" She frowned, remembering what the Maoren brothers had told her. "As a security minister, why do you have to sneak in like this in the middle of the night?"

"It's not anymore." Spartan sat down beside her, and a wind mixed with a hint of fig and blood blew up. "I'm a little curious about the arsenal's growing relationship with the other twelve organizations in recent years... so I did some research."

"Oh, yes, you said that the twelve organizations have already realized one symbiosis...?"

"Yes, that's a conclusion I realized after investigating." Spaan smiled at her, and his hair fell out in a mess. He tied his blond hair into a short ponytail, his expression calm and natural: "I saw something and a few people. The next morning, I voluntarily left the arsenal on the pretext of searching for the puppeteer. I think after I leave. Soon they will probably find that the baton is missing."

"What did you see?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help asking.

"If the time is right, you might be able to see it with your own eyes." Spaan did not answer, and took a long breath; the white breath disappeared in the dark. "No matter what, it has nothing to do with our trip."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he mentioned this action.

"Even though I left you down," she muttered in a low voice, wondering if that counts as an apology: "But there is a reason... You ask me to help, I still plan to do it for you."

"I didn't doubt it."

According to the original plan, after they came in, they should act separately. Lin Sanjiu sat on the ground for a while, feeling that her physical strength gradually recovered, but she couldn't say the word "Let's go"-it was this point that made her decide to sneak in by herself.

What to do?

She vaguely knew what Spartan was going to do tonight; but she couldn't let him go like that. In case it is what she thinks...

In the end, it was Sbaan who broke the silence.

"Does it feel better?" he asked in a low voice. When he was so close, his voice would almost diffuse like smoke.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly made up his mind.

"Okay." She looked at the straight lane ahead, "Where is your first target?"

"Commander's Tower." These words sounded so soft and melodious, as if there was no trace of blood on them.

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes and exhaled. She doesn't care about the commander of the arsenal, so she can do whatever Sbaan wants; she paused and said in a low voice, "I must fight quickly. How much firepower can you attract for me?"

The blond man let out a low laugh from his lips, and the warm breath captured Liang Ye.

"If you need it, all the firepower in this steel city can fall on me."

"That-that's not necessary," Lin Sanjiu hurriedly waved his hand before realizing that this was his usual speaking style. "Tell me where is the commander tower? As soon as I succeed, I will rush to see you."

Spaan looked at her for a while in the flickering night, and suddenly sighed. When she thought he was going to oppose, he silently pointed out the direction for her.

Counting the things on her body-it is incomprehensible that after such a night, her weapon bag was still on her back-Lin Sanjiu stood up and nodded to Spaan.

"Take care."

Without a word, the two turned and walked in different directions; before a while, the figure of the blond man melted into the night completely. When she held her breath and listened, she couldn't catch the sound of wind in the distance. Here it is.

She still remembered the way she walked the last time she came in, so she found the building and the ladder frame on its outer wall without much effort. With the experience of the last time, she quietly climbed up the roof along the ladder frame; she used the same trick to card the roof door lock—obviously, the arsenal has not figured out how she sneaked in last time. Therefore, there is no more effective defense method.

When the door slid open silently, Lin Sanjiu did not rush in. Whether it is pure touch or [scanning in consciousness], it shows that there is no sign of life behind the door. But she waited for a while before she walked in.

The researchers at the arsenal were all gone, all the lights were pitch black, only the skylights let in a little bit of night and starlight, making the cylindrical brass building immersed in darkness.

Lin Sanjiu walked into the lifting box, and the low buzzing sound of gears and hinges reverberated in the silent building, almost startled her. She took out the flashlight, and swept back and forth a few times as she descended-when the building with no one at midnight was flashed by the flashlight, it always looked strange.

When she came to the same door for the second time, she couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

The journey to the arsenal was such a headache, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to complete the task in the end. Lin Sanjiu listened for a while, and he couldn't say whether Spartan had begun to attack the commander's tower. It was a full distance from the commander's tower, which spanned more than half of the arsenal. He couldn't hear even against the brass wall.

Using a flashlight, she found the position of the hinge on the side of the door, and inserted the wolf's teeth into the narrow gap; strokes up and down, and the hinges connecting the door to the wall are immediately disconnected, which is easier than cutting tofu. She grabbed the door frame, grasped it firmly before it slid away and hit the wall, and slowly leaned it firmly, and then walked in step by step.

In the shadow, a "scholar" composed of countless skeletons, pipes, and branches stands silently high in the center of the room, like a fossil of a prehistoric dinosaur.