Doomsday Wonderland

Even with the [Protection Field] to protect her body, Lin Sanjiu's strength when she collided with the ground still almost shook her soul out of her body.

In the slide that sometimes fell straight and sometimes spirally fell, she had been thrown a long time ago; and soon after entering the slide, the light completely disappeared, she had no idea that the slide was approaching the end, and even adjusted her body. , It was impossible to prepare, like a bullet that suddenly left the chamber of the gun, emptied in the darkness, and then was slammed to the ground by gravity.

Lin Sanjiu only felt that the breath in her body was completely smashed. When she endured the pain and tried to turn over, a rustling sound suddenly rang out in the darkness, and then she heard the second sound. The muffled sound of "thump" - it must be Pan Cui, who fell from the slide and was treated the same way.

"Pan Cui?" She finally managed to squeeze enough breath out of her chest and asked.

Sure enough, Pan Cui responded to her with a low groan.

"Is the wound okay?"

Pan Cui didn't dare to speak loudly, but her vague voice and tone all said "it's okay".

In the next ten seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard the same sound twice; soon, the moans of Pina and Jia Jiatian also joined the darkness.

"It hurts... it hurts to death," Pina whispered. "Where is this place? Who has a flashlight, take a look at it... oh, I do."

Strange to say, almost at the same time when she turned on the flashlight, as if someone sensed their needs, the lights around her suddenly turned on—the lights hanging high above her head suddenly turned bright. The light was almost dazzling, and it was clear where several people were.

...and illuminated the faces staring at them all around.

The alarm signal suddenly screamed in her mind, and Lin Sanjiu jumped up and over, her muscles tense in preparation for battle; however, after she looked around, she couldn't help being stunned.

The entrance of the slide where they fell was already at least ten meters above their heads, and it looked like a plastic round tube orifice protruding from the rough rock wall. On all sides were walls made of the same rocks—no, rather, it was more like an empty cave dug out of the mountain, a rough circle with a recipe; a ring of strong light held by an iron frame The lamp hangs high on the top of the cave, more than ten meters away from them.

The four walls of the cave are impervious to light and air, let alone the next exit, and there is not even a gap. However, on the four walls of this rock cave, there are a whole circle of oil paintings - each one is a portrait.

"What is this for..." Pina also got up, the flashlight was still on, and she used the aperture to take pictures from the oil paintings one by one. "Who are these people?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell how many oil paintings there were for a while; there were men and women in the paintings, and they were all between twenty and fifty years old. They were formally dressed and neatly dressed. Paused.

"I don't know the other people," Jia Jiatian was still sitting on the ground, his eyes also fell on the few portraits that made Lin Sanjiu stunned with the flashlight, and said: "But these people, I It happens to be familiar."

Not only him, Lin Sanjiu was also very familiar with the people in the four consecutive oil paintings—Pina, Pan Cui, Jia Jiatian and herself.

Pan Cui bent down, stretched out a hand to Jia Jiatian, and pulled him to stand up. Seeing that the surroundings didn't look dangerous, Lin Sanjiu walked to the oil painting in a few steps and carefully looked at himself in the painting.

In the painting, she is wearing a suit skirt that she has never worn in real life, and has a white pearl on each ear, which seems to be a fairly standard upper-middle class dress. Under the oil painting, there is a sign inlaid on the rock wall, which reads "Lin Sanjiu, 28 years old, is the CEO of a rookie company in the logistics and warehousing industry, and a friend of a friend invited by Nika."

"Logistics and warehousing industry..." Mr. Yi murmured, "This must be an industry arranged for you according to your ability, don't say it, it's quite suitable. Who is Nika?"

Lin Sanjiu was at a loss and turned to look. The painting on the left hand side has the same face of Jia Jiatian inside and outside the painting; he also leaned in front of the painting and read the contents of the sign aloud: "Jia Jiatian, 14 years old, junior high school student, It's Ming Na's nephew, and the family seems to be rich and powerful. I come from a good background... Who is Ming Na?"

Lin Sanjiu walked along the oil painting and read the signs on each painting, and soon discovered that "Nika" and "Ming Na" were both portraits in other oil paintings.

"Wait, if we are drawn into the oil painting," Ka Jiatian, who was walking beside her to examine the oil painting, suddenly reacted and suggested: "Then the people in the other oil paintings are other evolutionaries who came in before. Is it?"

"The question is, what do you want us to do here?" Pina had walked halfway along the cave, and she heard the words and said in a loud voice: "There are no yellow arrows near here, is it another dead end?"

Her echo lingered in the cave, but did not provoke any answer.

"I always feel like I've seen these paintings somewhere..." Lin Sanjiu approached an oil painting of a middle-aged woman, narrowed his eyes and said, "But no matter how many times I search my memory, I haven't seen any of these in any scene. painting…"

"You know, most of people's memories are made up by themselves," Kakada replied casually.

It stands to reason that if she has actually seen these oil paintings, Teacher Yi should be able to help her unearth relevant memories—unless it is a memory that has been completely forgotten, and even the subconscious mind has been cleaned up.

"I'll think about it again, look for more clues." Teacher Yi said in his mind, "This vague sense of familiarity, but unable to locate it, is really torturous."

The four of them were scattered in the cave and quickly read all the oil paintings. Pan Cui began to get used to her wounds gradually. Although she still didn't dare to speak normally, she was able to express some basic meanings. For example, she pointed to the oil painting and made a "ten" with both hands. , so that it didn't take much time for everyone to understand that there were ten oil paintings hanging in the cave.

"I still don't understand why we want to do this, and how should we continue to walk." Pina said a little irritably, reaching out and cautiously touching an oil painting in front of her - the painting was a serious face. , Looked at a middle-aged man who seemed to be quite distinguished.

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to remind her to be careful, the words were already in his mouth, but he heard a deep voice of a man who did not belong to him suddenly resounding in the cave: "Everything I have today is not due to Zu Yin or Zu Yin. It's luck..."

"What?" Pina was startled and withdrew her hand like an electric shock. "Yes—it's the picture! The picture speaks!"

Meanwhile, that portrait continues.

"After years of experience, I have developed a keen sense of smell, and I can smell the smell of trouble from a distance." The man in the painting stared straight at Pina, his face solidified in the oil paint, but a voice came from the frame Then it rang: "Tonight, in my mansion, the smell is so suffocating."