Doomsday Wonderland

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This is the anti-theft chapter (urging myself to update). The text is far away. Let’s go to sleep. I can finally fly home tomorrow.

After Luyan walked over, she couldn't help but looked back at her several times. This little girl is different from Tan Zhang. She is full of interest in all kinds of possibilities and new things, and may believe Lin Sanjiu's words-but she dare not take risks, still half-hanging her head, staring solemnly on the ground. A piece of sugar, as if it were the only important thing in the world.

In Yu Guangli, the little girl finally turned her head.

"...You are completely lucky to come back this time," she told Okto's roommate very worriedly when he opened the door: "You are always so careless, aren't you afraid of death?"

The roommate with the rectangular face sighed and nodded. He may have accidentally suffered a little injury when he was on a mission. Although he was not bandaged, his face was pale.

"Others in the group are still searching for people everywhere," Luyan seemed to be thinking about his companions who were still on the mission. Before turning around and leaving, he ordered: "When you are ready for rest, come look for us again."

Lin Sanjiu's thoughts moved when he heard this.

When Luyan's footsteps approached her, she hurriedly lowered her head. Luyan suddenly stopped and shouted at her: "Hey, who told you to work here?"

Had she never seen the cleaner who had stolen the vacuum cleaner before?

Lin Sanjiu raised his face halfway, and said vaguely: "It's a manager..."

Luyan thought for a while, probably she didn't seem to be very agile, couldn't ask anything, and frowned and left.

Seeing that she was gone, Lin Sanjiu quietly hid behind the corner of the opposite wall. A probe from here can just see Okto's room, but people who come out of that room can't see her unless they turn to look at it.

She didn't wait long before she saw that the door of the room was opened.

The rectangular face changed into his clothes, and he pushed the door of the room without looking back. He turned around and went out from the other direction in the aisle. Because of this, he did not realize that his door was about to be closed. Gently blocked by some invisible force, a gap was slightly slid.

Lin Sanjiu put the vacuum cleaner in the corner—presumably its owner will find it soon. She walked silently through the corridor, flashed sideways like a fish, and then flashed into Octo's room.

The room used as the crew dormitory is not so spacious and comfortable. Two narrow beds with names face each other, each occupying one side of the room; like tables and chairs, they are firmly embedded in the hull, with no gaps for Tibetans. She took a look, and simply opened the closet with the "Stan Smith" label on it, and carded the clothes inside—the strange thing was that there were not only men’s clothes in it, but there were also a few shiny straps. Skirt-After clearing a person's space, she stood in and closed the door.

Even Lin Sanjiu herself didn't expect that she would wait for several hours. It was as if Okto made up her mind and refused to return; she could vaguely hear the opening and closing of the doors in other rooms in the corridor, and the sound of people coming in and out, but this room was always quiet and unattended.

It wasn't until she heard the young man's voice in the corridor again that she finally sighed with anxiety.

"Hey! Uncle!" The young man's cries echoed clearly, "Where have you been? Didn't you say you want to clean the room for me, uncle!"

When Lin Sanjiu slid out the door silently, he touched the crack of the door with a cup smoothly. It wasn't until she approached the young man and yelled from behind that he turned his head in shock, "Ah, here you are!"

"The vacuum cleaner is there," Lin Sanjiu gestured with his chin, "you can return it to the cleaner when you run out."

"It's not that it's done—"

"I didn't agree."

"I can't do it, you still have to come." The young man was stunned, a pair of thick black eyebrows almost flew up on his face: "If I can clean, will I wait until now?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't have time to pay attention to him. She was not as angry as the cleaner, but shook her head faintly; but the calmer she was, the stronger her rejection, which immediately made the young man anxious.

"Didn't you look for Stan?" He said hurriedly, "I just heard some news... So, you help me clean, and I will tell you the news."

"No," she couldn't believe that the young man happened to know Octo's whereabouts so accidentally, "I don't have time."

"Why are you so busy?" The thick black eyebrows murmured, "This way, you can come when you have time."

"Do you really know?"

"I am in charge of communication management," thick black eyebrows explained. "Several channels on the ship are all commissioned and maintained by our team. Although I am off today, I just asked the team members to inquire about it, so I learned the news. It's much faster than others."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a few seconds: "Okay, you can talk about it."

The young man glanced at her and said softly, "Stan may be dead."

"What's the matter?" Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"A passage near the observation deck was damaged before, and the result was a leak and a fire. We were already in a hurry. In addition to the fire, several members were missing as a result and their whereabouts were unknown. Three hours ago, Some people have been organizing search and rescue work, but only two bodies have been found, and a few others have not been found. One of the people who did not find is Stan."

How could an evolutionary die because of a fire?

This question flashed through Lin Sanjiu's mind, and then her mind was filled with the possibility of "Octo is dead"-after all, he is the only possibility for her to find Luzer right now; If he were to die, she would have been sent back into a dead alley with darkened eyes.

She did hear Luyan mention that someone was missing, and Okto never came back...

No, she frowned suddenly.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell what was wrong. She certainly did not believe that Octo would die so logically and easily; but she still faintly felt that there was something that was always in front of her, but she always turned a blind eye to it-things are often like this, the more ordinary and fair. What is in front of you, the less people will go to the bottom of it.

What's the matter?

When she was racking her brains to think, the thick black eyebrows, "Will you come? When?" murmured questions like "Will you come?", they all became deaf ears; Lin Sanjiu nodded subconsciously, and the young man suddenly relaxed. In a sigh of relief.

"I'll take the vacuum cleaner first," he said with some diligence, "so that the cleaner will come and take it away, although I see if he will come back for a while—"

Yes, it has been several hours, and the cleaner has not returned. It stands to reason that he lost the vacuum cleaner near here. At least he should come back and ask if anyone has seen it before. It’s too easy to give up after a quick search...It’s strange to say that Luyan doesn’t even know that there is this on the boat. A cleaner...

Forget it, it shouldn't matter.

But Lin Sanjiu shook his head and threw the middle-aged cleaner out of his mind.

Tan Zhang still searched for her outside, even though she was wearing a mask, she was not completely evasive. In terms of force, she actually surpassed Tan Zhang's group a long time ago; however, once she was entangled by them, she would inevitably trip and hinder her from doing things. After thinking about it, she felt that besides continuing to wait in the room , As if there is no better way.

"I wish I could do something, not just wait..."

She sighed, got back into the closet, and closed the door. Through the cracks in the door, her gaze was exactly on the door-as soon as Okto entered the door, she would immediately be able to pounce on her prey like a tiger.

The door opened half an hour later, but to disappointment, it was still not Octo who walked in.

The rectangular face seemed to be exhausted by his task, and he leaned on the door and let out a sigh of relief. Then he shuffled his feet and poured a glass of water. He took a few sips, and sat on Stan’s bed with a fart, and straightened his legs.

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback for a moment, and then his mind suddenly brightened. Just when she was shocked in her heart, her elbow accidentally touched something; a slight collision in the closet caused her rectangular face to suddenly lift her head.

In an instant, Lin Sanjiu had already smashed the door open, turning into a swift shadow and rushing towards him.

With a heavy muffled sound, her rectangular face was caught off guard by her neck and knocked off the edge of the bed; he struggled and kicked, his face turned purple, and he asked intermittently, "Who are you... let go of me... "

Lin Sanjiu smiled and really let go of a hand.

Just as the rectangular face swiped his backhand from his back waist, and seeing something was taken out, her loose hand clasped his neck again like lightning. This time, it wasn't just the fingers that were closed around his neck; a circle of light was shining brightly, and a circle of white was reflected near his throat.

The rectangular face looked stagnant, his eyes rolled down, staring at the light on his neck, and the hand holding the special item stopped moving.

"Who, who are you?" He watched Lin Sanjiu get up from him, did not dare to move rashly for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you attack me?"

"You are really an animal you are used to," Lin Sanjiu looked down at him, a boot lightly stepped on his chest. Neither of them had any doubts, as long as she pressed her feet at the moment, his breastbone would be shattered into pieces.

"This is the second time." She continued softly, "The first time I asked your name, you were distracted. Subconsciously, you told me your real name-Okto, out of habit. Not the Stan Smith you pretended to be."

The rectangular face didn't move. It was still for a few seconds, and then slowly and tentatively got up. Even though he didn't say anything, the look in his eyes was enough to show that he knew who the person in front of him was.

"Oh," he said dryly.

"The second time, just now..." Lin Sanjiu hugged his arms and swept his eyes on the bed. "You thought there was no one in the room, so you didn't feel vigilant, and you still sat on your own bed according to your habit... It’s Stan’s bed. It looks like you have just transformed and it really takes some time to get used to your new identity. What about your original roommate? Is he dead?"

Okto pressed his lips tightly, his face unwavering like a stone brick.

Lin Sanjiu bent down and glanced over his face exactly like himself.

"Compared to your roommate, I am more concerned about the other person. Tell me, who transformed you? Where is this person now?"