Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1944

This is the anti-theft chapter, and the text will be ready soon!

The rectangular face did not return directly to his own room as Lin Sanjiu guessed. He turned several turns, took the elevator up and down four or five times, and passed through the storage area filled with building materials and supplies. He had a clear goal and a steady footing-but after a while, Lin Sanjiu realized that he had followed him back again. To a place not far from the residential area.

Where is he going?

When she frowned, the rectangular face suddenly stopped her feet in the distance; she bent down in a hurry, pretending to tie her shoelaces, and squatted behind a circle of guardrails.

Is he suspicious?

Lin Sanjiu just raised his thoughts, looked up from behind the guardrail, and immediately realized why the rectangle suddenly stopped—Octo just happened to hold his exactly the same face, and showed his head from the corner.

Maybe it's because [No coincidence can't make a book] is still open, her luck is really good!

The two slammed their eyes together, and they seemed to be stupid. Okto reacted first, turned his head without saying a word, and rushed back to the road. Lin Sanjiu could not care about the rectangular face at this time, and shot out like lightning, clinging to Oktoli. The direction she was going; she rushed past the rectangular face, whirring a gust of wind.

"how…"

She vaguely heard the rectangular-faced roommate spit out two words, and was thrown behind her by the wind in the blink of an eye. Obviously, he was so surprised that he was stunned-anyone who suddenly almost collided with another self would be shocked and overwhelmed for a while.

Okto seemed to be afraid of being caught by the master, and when he heard the wind behind him, he ran faster; but although Lin Sanjiu could catch up with him only by speeding up, she deliberately slowed down. Drew some distance from him.

Okto must feel that he has left the tracker away before he can go to Luzer with confidence.

She went through the plan that was about to be executed twice in her mind; but at this moment, Octo suddenly took out something and threw it on the ground behind her without looking back—without waiting for her to see what it was. I saw a burst of thick smoke rising from the ground, and instantly painted the corridor into a rolling grayish white.

Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly in his heart, squinted his eyes and paused outside the smoke. The smoke went so fast, even a bit unnaturally fast; after only two seconds, the corridor was as clear as it had never been smoked.

Of course, it seemed like Octo had never been before.

This way of disappearing like a stage actor's exit must be the effect of a special item; even if Lin Sanjiu knew this, he was still unwilling to say something: "Oh Keto! Okto!"

Of course she knew that she was doing useless work, so she turned around and rushed back; this time is good, not only Okto ran away, but even the rectangular face was gone for some time. She bit her lip tightly, so annoyed that she couldn't wait to smash something through with a punch, walked back to the place where Okto disappeared, and looked over the straight corridor over and over again.

Except for a tool room, there is no door in this corridor. The door of the tool room was closed tightly—this was not to say that as an evolutionary, Okto couldn't get in; it was just that Lin Sanjiu hadn't heard the opening and closing of the door just now.

"Octo!" It wasn't a shout this time; she bit the name between her teeth as if she could chew it up.

She didn't expect that when her voice fell, the door of the tool room was suddenly knocked slightly; then, the doorknob slowly turned half a circle down in her gaze.

A rough and black middle-aged face that looked like a brother came out.

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a few seconds, until the other opened their mouths first: "...So it was you. Are you looking for someone named Okto?"

Lin Sanjiu felt a little guilty for the cleaner, so he became more patient and nodded at him.

"It's Okto Ra-ra-what's the matter," the cleaner frowned, thinking for a long time, unable to remember his surname, and changed his words impatiently: "It was Ok, whose egg was eaten by the dog. Excuse me?"

Lin Sanjiu was at a loss as to the meaning of this description.

"Well, what I'm looking for is a woman..."

"Then it's not the same person."

The cleaner seemed to be reluctant to talk to others. Just as he was about to retract back into the narrow tool room, he suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute, what kind of woman?"

Although I don't know why he asked so carefully, Lin Sanjiu still said honestly: "I don't know. He pretended to be a man."

"Then how do you know that he is a woman?" The cleaner suddenly became very imposing.

"Because of... tone, action..."

"Stupid!" The cleaner suddenly shot a word from his mouth, "You men are so good! Thinking that wearing a skirt and speaking a little squeamishly is what a woman should look like, so stupid that it makes people feel uncomfortable! Real women It's not like that!"

"...Don't wear a skirt?"

"Of course not," the cleaner almost flew into the hair temple with a pair of eyebrows in anger, and his expression looked really familiar: "Why are you stupid and so stupid?"

Lin Sanjiu looked at him suspiciously, the phrase "you man" still lingering in his ears. Did this cleaner also wear a disguise?

He never went to Luze to transform too, would he?

What exactly is Luzer doing on this ship, "helping the transformation of charity"?

"I can't leave here now," the cleaner remembered something, and suddenly lost a lot of anger as if he had been poked. "Where did you see him? Don't look like that, I know it must be the same person. If you can get him over, I can deal with him with you, and he has offended me badly—"

"Why can't you leave here?"

Lin Sanjiu asked, looking down. The cleaner was only willing to stick out a fat face, her body and legs hidden behind the door, her head resembling a balloon out of its restraints; because of this, she couldn’t see if there was a [planting oath] on the other’s wrist. .

"Because a **** stole my vacuum cleaner," the cleaner said quickly. "Without it, another **** can find me."

Lin Sanjiu, one of the bastards, did not understand, but when the other party looked impatient, he stopped asking: "I want to follow him to find someone. I can't guarantee that I can bring him to you."

The cleaner raised an eyebrow.

"You are quite honest," he murmured. "The way you look reminds me of someone..."

"You may also know the person I am looking for." Lin Sanjiu looked at him and took a step forward. The other party looked down at her feet, and looked a little unnatural when she raised her head again.

"...Who, who?"

"The one who helped you transform."

"Help me change—" The cleaner was taken aback at first, as if he didn't understand the sentence; then he reacted and his expression suddenly changed. Just a glance at the expression on his face, Lin Sanjiu knew that she must have hit something that could not be told; before the other party moved, she slammed the narrow door of the tool room and moved forward sideways. As soon as he squeezed, the elbow of the [protective force field] was caged and the fat cleaner slammed into the tool room.

She stepped up and flashed in, slamming the door behind her, and the dim sensor light immediately illuminated the small space.

"Don't mess around," Lin Sanjiu warned, "I just want some news."

The cleaner jumped up from the ground with unimaginable agility. He didn't even touch a debris. A rough black face rose to purple with anger and panic. He stared at Lin Sanjiu, and let out a sneer: "There are so many places where their hair floats, isn't it? He even knows the source of my face."

What is this person talking about?

Lin Sanjiu faintly felt that there was something weird in the middle, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"I see that you are not a great character... They look down on me like that now?" The cleaner akimbo, looking at her up and down, "Don't you just want to know who deformed me? I'm telling you, it's your mother. !"

The addition of "Mao", the other's face and expression, and a "your mother" finally made Lin Sanjiu's mind bright. Before she thought about it, she blurted out a name: "Bohemia?"