Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2035

You guys go to bed first, I sat down and started coding two hours ago, but an old friend I hadn’t seen for a long time suddenly came to chat with me, and now it’s still in progress... I can only stay up all night to finish writing this chapter

The endless darkness still enveloped this graveyard, and the silent shadows of the furniture stood high and low in the dark night, and the outlines formed strange shapes. The noise they made when they acted just now had spread far and wide, but somehow, it did not attract the highest god.

He couldn't have not heard. This is his turf—the furniture is there to keep out the evolutionary, not to blind and deaf himself.

Then why not arrest people?

The same question, if it was Ji Shanqing's consideration, it might have been answered long ago; but it took Lin Sanjiu a long time to realize that the highest god's goal is not only her. For the supreme god, a puppet master who is seriously injured is obviously a better target.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at the dark shadow representing the little preserved egg.

The rickety appearance of this child left a terrifying silhouette in the night; especially the thin, dead skin and eyes that could not be closed. It didn't look like a child, but more like a degenerate. kind.

Lin Sanjiu swallowed silently, and suddenly remembered another "child" Wang Sisi she met back then.

She glanced at the little preserved egg again.

This child has been wandering in the Olympic arena for several years, which shows that he is not an evolutionary person, and he has no evolutionary ability, so he will not be teleported away. It's a pity that she doesn't know whether ordinary people can transmit with a visa. If she knew this, she would be able to tell whether he was telling the truth or not - even though Lin Sanjiu felt his pulse when he was holding him just now.

The boy didn't know what she was thinking at all. At this time, he was snuggling softly on a single sofa. Every breath was very laborious, and his stomach arched high and fell low.

Judging from his description just now, that person is undoubtedly a puppet master.

The evolution of the puppet master has long since ended, but he has not woken up because of the serious injuries on his body. After Fatty Bai carried him into the furniture cemetery, how could he suddenly wake up without any medical supplies and no medical means? Besides, where did Fatty Bai go?

"That person," Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice, "in which direction do you see him going?"

The little preserved egg opened his mouth, and the stench that surrounded him became stronger. He rolled his big eyes and hesitated for a moment: "He... he..."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help narrowing his eyes, subconsciously wanting to see him more clearly in the dark. "What's up with him?"

"He's dead, sister."

"What do you call him dead?" Lin Sanjiu stood up straight. "What do you mean?"

The dark shadow of the little century flinched in fright and stammered: "The people here... often walk around after they die... I... I have seen them many times."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a second.

"How can a dead man walk around? How do you know he's dead?"

The dark shadow of the little preserved egg trembled and climbed off the sofa. These two questions seemed a little difficult for him to answer. He thought about it and whispered, "Because that's how he went."

As soon as his voice fell, the huge round head suddenly fell and fell on his chest, his neck seemed to be broken; he kept his feet on the ground, slowly dragged his body towards Lin Sanjiu, and issued There was a long screeching sound.

Lin Sanjiu's scalp exploded, and she took a step back abruptly—just as her back slammed into a chest of drawers, Little Century suddenly raised her head. In a blink of an eye, his shadow returned to normal.

"That's how it goes," he said, repeating for lack of vocabulary. "Some dead people aren't like this, but he's like this. His feet are like this."

As he spoke, he put his entire instep upside down on the ground as a demonstration.

Lin Sanjiu looked at him suspiciously, and didn't say anything for a while. She clenched her hands and felt the card against her. After a few seconds, she asked in a low voice, "I don't care if he's dead. Tell me, where did he go?"

The little preserved egg gave an "oh", raised his hand and pointed to the distance: "Over there."

Lin Sanjiu looked in the direction of his fingers, and his scalp could not help but slowly numb. Holding a fluke, she asked, "The back of that closet?"

"No, inside, inside the closet." The boy in the shadow looked at her and replied, "The door of the closet opened and he went in."

The dark night seemed to gain weight all of a sudden, making Lin Sanjiu breathless.

in?

In the closet?

"...I haven't come out again." Little Pidan said in a low voice, "Sister, do you want to go in?"

The wardrobe into which the puppet master was said to have got into was two and a half meters high, and it became a huge shadow in the darkness. Lin Sanjiu stood in front of the wardrobe, even in the darkness, he could still feel the boy's huge eyeballs resting on him.

Lin Sanjiu's hand that stretched out towards the wardrobe stopped on the handle and did not open the wardrobe door. "Apart from him, is there anyone else?" she asked, staring at the little preserved egg.

"Yes, many. Dead people, walking back and forth. But... only that person I've seen for the first time."

The furniture graveyard was dead silent. With Lin Sanjiu's ear, she couldn't hear any sound other than the airflow.

"I... how come I didn't see the dead?"

"They're not necessarily outside," replied the dark shadow of the little century. "Sometimes they walk inside and under the furniture. Just like you did just now."

Lin Sanjiu's skin felt numb and numb, and he didn't even know what to ask next.

Is what Little Preserved Dan said about the fallen species of the Olympics?

"I see," she replied dryly, "then I won't go in. I'll look for other companions outside."

The little preserved egg was silent.

Even if you don't know if this wardrobe has anything to do with the puppet master, you can't just ignore it.

Lin Sanjiu called out a knife and carved a big mark on the wardrobe door. During the whole process, she turned her body sideways and kept staring at the boy from the corner of her eye; after the mark was carved, she kept a half-sideways posture and slowly walked past a large fish tank as high as one person.

The little preserved egg slowly walked a few steps in her direction. It seemed that he was walking slower and slower because of his physical weakness.

"You can rest here, don't walk around." Lin Sanjiu stopped him a little bluntly, "I'll go to the neighborhood first."

There was a strange syllable in the boy's throat; he didn't know if he wanted to whimper or say something. But he didn't say a word in the end, just watched Lin Sanjiu gradually walk away, the little black figure didn't move.

Said to be "going far", in fact, Lin Sanjiu couldn't go far at all.

After squeezing out from between the desks, the furniture seemed to be more and more, crowded and overlapped; when I first came in, there was still a way to go, and now there is no place to go. Lin Sanjiu was on guard behind him, while struggling to move forward between countless pieces of furniture. Apart from knowing the direction of the wardrobe that might be related to the puppet master, he didn't even know where he was going. The light of the [ability polisher] on the horizon has long been invisible. I don't know whether it was taken away or the light was swallowed by the darkness.

When she finally had to stop, she was facing a stack of large dining tables, dozens of them. Several huge cabinets of unknown use blocked the rest of the space. Some lamps, telephones, and other things that were not really furniture were thrown in the cracks and on the top of the cabinets, crumbling.

The head and the sides are full of piles. The only way to go is the dark, dark void below the dining table.