Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1905 I Need To Be The One Who Unlocks The Bell?

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…After the data body disappeared, a silky white light suddenly dropped in the endless void. The silk thread shined brightly, and the light disappeared, gradually turning into a figure.

Lin Sanjiu waited quietly, watching him solidify in the void a little bit, revealing the puppeteer in her memory.

His wet black hair clung to his cheeks and collarbone, making it even more so that there was no trace of blood on his face.

For the first time—in Lin Sanjiu's memory—the bright pink around the puppeteer's eyes did not show any color, like finely divided diamonds, shining transparently on his pale skin. He was still wearing that black leather jacket, following his footsteps, gleaming slightly under the light of countless white silk threads.

Lin Sanjiu also unknowingly recovered his body—she and the puppeteer have been thoroughly interpreted, but that only means that they are completely open to the data body; when facing each other, they still need their own Body, own throat.

A man dressed in black approached, and a strong and unnatural scent poured into his nose. Lin Sanjiu lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them immediately, facing his eyes.

The two stood quietly for a while in silence.

Without warning, the puppeteer made a sound. His voice has not changed, but Lin Sanjiu always feels that there is something different—perhaps she can hardly forget A Yun's voice from her own mind.

"After I came back from the balcony, I sat on the stairs for a while." The puppeteer said lowly. "Just where you were sitting."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but shocked, "...you have seen it all."

"Yeah." The puppeteer didn't look at her, his gaze crossed her shoulders, and fell behind her in a vast void without focus.

"I was only one person at the time. I was sitting there, then suddenly I got up, found a law enforcement officer, and asked for his clothes."

"Since then, I have kept this outfit." The puppeteer subconsciously touched his arm, and the leather made a soft "creak" during the friction. "As for why? I can't tell."

Lin Sanjiu listened quietly, but he didn't say anything again.

After a while, the puppeteer finally let out a long sigh. Even his breath does not seem to be warm, like the wind of early winter, wiping away from his ears coldly.

"Not long after you walked into the Nine Citys of Yunshou, I carefully considered **** you." The puppet master said slowly, "I thought about it for a long time, very comprehensive. When you cried outside the door At that time, even your death image has appeared before my eyes."

Lin Sanjiu did not move, not even a little vigilant. She just looked at one of the shoulders of the puppeteer—he seemed to have no flesh at all, his shoulders were thin and thin, as if they were just a skeleton.

"I understand," she said softly, "I'm sorry."

"To shut up."

Lin Sanjiu closed his mouth obediently.

After a long time, the puppeteer finally spoke slowly again. "During that time, you were just like a ghost, wherever he went, you would follow."

She was startled slightly, only then did she realize that the "he" in this sentence meant Ayun.

The puppeteer suddenly lowered his head, reached out and grabbed Lin Sanjiu's wrist. Lin Sanjiu was startled, and his whole body became tense immediately; however, the other party did not exert any force, just took her hand and placed it on his throat.

It turns out that his skin still has a temperature-very low, very cold, but it is slightly warm. Lin Sanjiu didn't understand what he meant, and didn't know what to do, his fingers froze on his throat for a while.

"It's still not big, right? It's no different from when I was sixteen."

As his voice sounded, Lin Sanjiu could clearly feel that under his warm skin, his throat was shaking slightly at his fingertips.

"When I look at it, it feels...like a brick stalked here. I can't vomit it out and I can't swallow it. I realized that my throat has been tight for so many years, and I haven't loosened it a day."

When the puppet master said this, he suddenly raised the back of her hand and knocked her hand off, as if this touch had reached the limit he could bear.

"I know the next plot, but I don't know how to finish it. The data body tells me that these so-called love and hatred are just emotions, just chemicals secreted by the brain. Their existence is completely meaningless."

Lin Sanjiu was agitated and immediately said, "Are you really going to accept the proposal of the data body?"

The puppeteer slowly rolled his eyes, stared at her, and said nothing.

Lin Sanjiu was in a hurry—she didn’t know why, she just asked in a row: “Do you really intend to become a data body? I...I know I’m not qualified to say anything, but even if you have a passage in the past, then again How? Without it, without memory, who are you? What are you left with?"

She didn't get any response, which made her unable to stop, and completely lost control of her own words: "How many years have you been a puppeteer? Now you just look at Ayun again and you can't stand it anymore. Are you going to run away? What's the difference between you like this and a coward? If you are a man, just give me the **** to live with your memories!"

As soon as her voice fell, she immediately felt her throat tighten, and she was firmly grasped by the opponent's hand. She felt the power of the puppeteer's fingers for the first time—not inferior to Kurosawaji.

The puppeteer lowered his head and sprayed his cold breath on Lin Sanjiu's skin. The rich and cold aroma came out from him, but her face was flushed early and she couldn't smell anything.

"Let me remind you that I haven't completely given up on the idea of ​​killing you. But before you, I still have two goals. Don't force me to jump over them." He said lowly to Lin Sanjiu's ear, hand Suddenly he pushed her out, pushing her out a few steps.

Lin Sanjiu coughed vigorously, clutching his sore throat, and asked hoarsely: "...who?"

The puppeteer rubbed his fingers in disgust, as if to shake off the ashes from her. "Data body, and... Gong Daichi."

Lin Sanjiu's throat was still aching, but he couldn't help but let out a long breath, and hurriedly suppressed the little smile that was about to float on his lips. "I... scared me to death, I thought you really wanted to..."

"To shut up."

Sure enough, she closed her mouth again. Just tilted his head and thought, Lin Sanjiu's expression suddenly shook, and he glanced at the puppeteer with some surprise.

For the data body, both of them are now completely open data pools-the puppeteer can't hide any ideas from the data body, that is to say, he can't lie to the data body...

The puppet master turned around, did not look at her, and made her invisible to her expression: "When they asked me if I wanted to emigrate, you were still in Yunshou Nine Towns."

At that time, the experience in Yunshou Nine Cities was not over yet—Lin Sanjiu suddenly understood. The puppeteer agreed with the data body's proposal when looking at his own past once again. That is to say, at least at that moment, he truly agreed to give up his life.

"...I'm sorry." She lowered her head in a soft voice.

If she hadn't walked away in the convenience store, none of this might have happened—or perhaps it should be said that it wouldn't happen again.

"No, you and I are already enemies." The puppeteer said calmly. "At least you didn't make a disgusting look."

Lin Sanjiu immediately understood what he meant, smiled slightly, and said nothing. For some reason, she would rather be afraid of him, hate him, or even hate him than sympathize with the puppeteer.

"So... what shall we do now?" After a while, she asked softly, worrying about the current situation. "The data of both of us have been completely interpreted...When faced with the data body, we can't do anything."

The data is just not around, as long as they come back and look at them, they will have a panoramic view of all their thoughts-what resistance is there to talk about?

The puppeteer turned slightly, and the black leather creaked.

"Yes. But you forgot. There are more than us here... Besides the two of us, there are others who have not been fully interpreted."

"Could it be—" Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth wide, "The Soul Queen is still resisting?"

[In case you can’t see it, I’m here to say something, my friend will have a birthday tomorrow, and the meeting will be held the day after tomorrow, and the update will be resumed the day after tomorrow]