Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1885 Perseverance

Lin Sanjiu stood far in front of the light and dark doll house, with his eyes down, watching the color of the stone and brick road under his feet, gradually pressed down by the spreading layer of water.

The lake water was slow and gentle, touched her boots, and continued to flow around her.

Lin Sanjiu turned around along with the lake water, his boots punctured the surface of the water, and stretched out a hand in the distance-a wave of consciousness opened a spray, like a seabird fishing, it was rolled up from the water. card.

Before entering the dungeon, she deliberately used her consciousness to hit the card that flew out, and suddenly returned to her hand with a "slap", splashing a few drops of water in the air.

[Bracelet foretelling the remaining time of life]-a plain name, a card with simple content. The card only introduces a function of the bracelet in a few short sentences, and there is no "precautions" and background introduction for general items.

It was such a flat and indifferent thing that drained the last days of Bohemia from its body, and dried up a circle of blood red.

No matter how many times she watched it, she couldn't see what Bohemia was making her wait.

Lin Sanjiu pressed the card back into the card library, as if he had retrieved a piece of his own broken jigsaw, and let out a sigh of relief.

Any dungeon in "The Great Palace of Confusion" has a ray of possibility, telling her to die in it and never get out again... If she in the dungeon is okay, then it will always keep the card status, and no one can get the bracelet. If she really died in the copy, then at least the puppeteer can walk out of the copy, pick up the bracelet that was restored to its original shape after her death, and wait for her.

Fortunately, that ending was eventually avoided.

Shuibo trembled slightly at her feet, as if she was being stabbed in pain—but Lin Sanjiu knew very well that even if it really hurts, it’s not the lake that hurts, but that it’s being squeezed a little bit. Open and pierced light and dark doll house.

She turned her head and glanced.

The stone road extends to the place where the original doll house was, and under the sky, a lake is inserted diagonally at this time.

The lake seemed to breathe, one volt together, a first-rate turn, occasionally trembling slightly with the resistance of the doll house, splashing down a piece of lake water.

It is obviously a shapeless lake, but like a jelly, it is steadily pointed at the sky diagonally. It obscures most of the vision. In the turbid and green water, there are dark black water plants, white swollen corpses, and rolling shadows of debris... The couch is now like a phantom, faintly floating in the green water.

From the back of the puppeteer, there is nothing unusual, it is still a thin, dark and narrow shadow; he did not even move, as if he was not the one who rushed a copy of the lake into the doll house. Same.

Lin Sanjiu didn't expect that this method could be used to...come...she was a bit poor, because she couldn't say exactly what the puppet master was doing to the confusing palace at this moment.

Use a copy to forcibly squeeze into another copy... Is this really feasible?

If you have to make an analogy, isn't it like squeezing the skin of another person's arm with a fist? Can a hard squeeze work when no one has greater "power"?

The deeper the dungeon of the lake is pierced, the greater the resistance. At this moment, it has been stuck in it for a long time, and the progress is almost invisible to the naked eye.

The puppeteer didn't seem to be in a hurry, and slowly took out a sofa chair and sat down. For a while, on the silent stone road, an illusion of stability and tranquility was almost formed: the two people and the two copies were quiet, motionless, only the water waves under their feet trembled again and again.

After coming out of the light and dark doll house, Lin Sanjiu not only didn't have much chance to see the puppeteer, he didn't even say a few words. She thought for a while, and simply stepped on the water; the puppeteer didn't seem to hear her deliberately "crashing" footsteps, and didn't look back.

Although she was suspicious of the puppeteer's actions, and she was afraid that his mischief would affect her taking regret medicine from the "Confusion Palace", when Lin Sanjiu spoke, she didn't touch these doubts at all.

This term seems to be incorrect, but... can't be stunned.

She has practiced all the skills of looking for words and talking nonsense.

"That..." She looked at the pale half of the puppeteer's cheeks and neck, but when there was a little blood, she couldn't escape her eyes. "You haven't asked me, how did you discover that the doll is not yours when I was in the copy?"

If he hadn't had his eyes open, it would have seemed like he was asleep; as for the response, there was no response at all.

"Hey, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that this doll house is really thoughtful," Lin Sanjiu sighed. "When I propose that we all take out an item to prove our identity, logically speaking, the doll house should take us a little bit. There is no other way...what did you take out at the time? It must not be the soft cloth, right?"

The puppeteer seems to have also become a puppet.

"I saw you take out a piece of soft cloth. Now think about it, the dollhouse saw your soft cloth long before entering the copy, and it looks ordinary, and the situation in the copy does not allow people to check carefully... Let your baby hold a piece of cloth of the same color, and I will naturally be fooled. Eh, what did you hold then?"

Lin Sanjiu patiently repeated this question five times.

The answer appeared with Qingjin: "[eBay], shut up."

"Eh, it's a coincidence," Lin Sanjiu turned a deaf ear, "I also took [eBay]! Well, first the card, and then I removed the card... Wait a minute, [eBay] is still in your hand? Then why don't you return My message?"

It is a miracle that I have stood there for a long time without being affected.

Of course, Lin Sanjiu didn’t mean to hold him accountable. He coughed and continued: “When the dungeon moved us, we all felt it, so I thought at the time, if the dungeon moved you when the light was dark, then you must have Reaction. If you have a reaction, your doll will naturally respond simultaneously... So when the "puppeteer" in front of me usually took out the soft cloth, I believed it. Because even though the light went dark once, the doll house was still There is no chance to start. Did you think so at the time?"

She seemed to see a little blood, maybe she couldn't help but get angry... She closed her mouth.

After the blood color disappeared, Lin Sanjiu spoke again.

"Until you told me that the doll house has two floors, I realized why we can't move us, and the doll house has to turn off the lights. Turn on the light and the doll will keep synchronizing our movements, so I will inevitably see The doll drew air from the chains in her hands. Because everything happened instantaneously, the doll had a chance to take out the soft cloth when the light was dark—"

"I asked you?" The puppeteer finally couldn't help it, and suddenly twisted his head, "I really care about how the ideas in your mind are fermented?"

"This is not the end of the copy, exchange experience..."

"Why should I share my experience with acne?"

Lin Sanjiu was not angry either. She made such a decision in the dungeon. Of course, the puppeteer couldn't bear it. The current reaction can be considered mild and reasonable.

"Oh, I'm just idle, just chatting." She bit her scalp and finally turned to what she wanted to say: "I have seen this process of squeezing the copy for so long, and there is no progress. I will pay for it after a while. I don’t know what’s going to happen..."

The puppeteer suddenly sneered, not knowing if he saw her intentions, and said nothing.

Lin Sanjiu waited for a few seconds, and then said, "Eh, I don't know if you noticed it, but I found it... Oh, for this reason, I realized that the doll beside me is not you. Everyone thinks that darkness is to block vision, but the doll house is really cunning. Blocking vision is just a surface. In fact, what it really wants to block is our voice in the dark—"

The puppeteer may have a reaction at this time, but she doesn't know anymore.

Because when she was only half talking, the stone pavement suddenly shook, as if finally unable to bear the pressure, one after another shattered, and the ground under the two people's feet was quickly pulled apart.

Sorry, this chapter is so long, mainly because I didn't hold back a sleep halfway through... Today, I listened to the podcast and heard about the background of a novel about to be changed into a movie. My mother, how could I be so surprised? Amazing author, the talent that God has assigned to people is really unfair... The novel is called blindsight, and I immediately placed an order on Amazon.

Speaking of, I have a principle in recent years, that is, what I input must be something that I can’t imagine or create. It must come from a height I can’t reach. "It’s not that I don’t even know there is such a thing in the world. xx". This input not only includes movies, books, music, even a comment on social platforms, I think it is also input. Because the highest level things that a person can output must be at least one level lower than what you input... It’s still very difficult to really implement this principle, just like the human body uses calories conservatively out of instinct, the brain always wants Go to the easiest place.

It feels that the above slurs are not very human-like, anyway, you can understand what I'm talking about.