Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu stretched out her hand and pulled the sheet lower over her head, ensuring that only her chin could still see the light.

The only good thing about this weird little town is probably that it's weird. If she were in any other place, someone would wrap themselves up tightly in sheets and walk on the road, which would definitely arouse a lot of looks and suspicion; at this moment, the little legs coming and going in front of her eyes didn't even stop. , it seemed like no one had paid much attention to her.

Lin Sanjiu smiled slightly.

I never imagined that there would be times when she would rather try calling out a bed sheet dozens of times than take out a special item - not only because special items may not be effective in this place, but more importantly, how could a copy use special items? What about items?

Fortunately, her evolutionary abilities and special items are either dulled or asleep... Otherwise, if she takes action when she is confused and ignorant, she will immediately become the target of public criticism, right?

Although he still didn't know what was going on, Lin Sanjiu was certain that everyone walking in front of him was essentially a copy.

It's funny to say that before this conjecture appeared, she was like a headless fly running between various mysteries; once she had a conjecture, it was very easy to prove it.

"Have you dealt with a lot of evolvers recently?"

When Lin Sanjiu followed the truck driver into the town, he asked calmly on the surface, but in fact his stomach was almost knotted with nervousness. She deliberately asked vaguely. After all, the fact that the other party is a copy really makes people think and find it hard to put their finger on it. "What are the odds... of them successfully completing it?"

"I've been quite leisurely lately."

The truck driver said and sighed - it was a miracle that he didn't hear the heartbeat thumping desperately in Lin Sanjiu's chest.

He continued: "I suspect which evolver put the news about me in the 'One Hundred Thousand Worlds Circulation Dream'. Now the people in my area seem to be alert. When they see a truck appearing on the road from a distance, Just go around the circle immediately."

Lin Sanjiu forced herself to inhale slowly and exhale slowly, suppressing every muscle in her body that wanted to tremble.

The amount of information in this sentence is far greater than it seems on the surface - he is indeed a copy; but if the copy site is the truck, what about him? Is it a copy creature or a copy host?

No matter which one it is, it is obvious that these "copies" have broken the rules and can not only leave the copy, but even take their copy with them: the truck driver drove the truck, and the red T-shirt took his car with him hostel.

"The area I can cover is those four or five streets. Once they bypass those streets, I have nothing to do. I can only drive on the streets over and over again, hoping to meet a few people who have not heard the news. Unlucky guy."

"I'm different from those copies that enjoy hunting..." The truck driver frowned and suddenly asked: "You think, why do we have to be driven by this instinct to swallow as many evolved beings as possible?"

Copy can also produce this kind of self-awareness and self-examination? Could it be that he doesn't want to do it either?

Lin Sanjiu was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to sigh to get over it.

"How are you?" The truck driver was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Your type is relatively rare."

After arriving, Lin Sanjiu quietly wiped the sweat on her palms on her long coat.

"I envy you." She was nervous, her throat was dry, and she coughed before saying: "I have no way to actively search for evolvers... I can only put out a few lines when the time is up, and whoever I encounter will be counted. As for what happened to those people, and whether the old friends they met were friends or enemies, I don’t know.”

She thought about it repeatedly and felt that the copy of [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] should be run like this; if it was wrong, if there was something she didn't know yet——

"It's the same kind of torture as me." The truck driver nodded, "Even if there is no one around, you have to keep trying..."

Passed!

Lin Sanjiu let out a silent breath, and she could still feel the lingering fear on her skin.

Sure enough, thanks to the [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] dungeon line on her arm, the people here—no, the dungeon people here all regarded her as a dungeon.

No wonder they all fell together, everyone was very friendly to her, but the puppeteer became a caged bird; no wonder Red T-Shirt thought she had the ability to "find people as soon as she looked for them".

But this means that the copy of [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] is not here? Not every copy can come to this place?

Although Lin Sanjiu still had countless questions in her mind, she knew that she couldn't spend too much time with the truck driver.

The fear of spilling the beans was only one aspect; the other was that although she tried her best to cover her appearance with her long coat, the red T-shirt knew that she had a problem now and would definitely not ignore her. If his warning was spreading through the town, she had to get away before it reached the truck driver.

The dungeons were quite harmonious and friendly to each other; Lin Sanjiu found an excuse and went to UU Reading www.uukanshu. net The truck driver nodded at her and invited her to come and sit with him next time - "We both need to find an evolver, maybe we can work together?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't even know what she answered.

After she wrapped herself in sheets, she realized that her back was soaked with sweat under this thin and fragile layer of security.

We can't delay... we must find the puppet master as soon as possible and get out as soon as possible.

The dungeon of this place seems not to be inspired, and is more like a "shell" of the real dungeon - otherwise, she would not be able to get out of the yard of Carp Pond, nor the grove - but the more peaceful it seems on the surface, the more she The more unsettled I feel.

This kind of peace is completely unreasonable.

It stands to reason that Lin Sanjiu has been exposed, but she walked around the town for most of the time, and the "search team" she imagined did not appear - it was as if the red T-shirt didn't say a word and hid her whereabouts for her. Similar. Why?

Before she could think of a result, she suddenly stopped on an empty piece of land outside the town.

Lin Sanjiu slowly lifted the bed sheets and looked into the distance without blinking.

Her guess was correct...she finally found it.

The pale giant in the distance seemed to have been swollen and changed beyond recognition. At first glance, it seemed that there was still a gray and worn-out white swan swimming ring stuck around his waist. The swimming ring looked too small, sinking deeply into the swollen, snow-white, vesicle-like skin; only those who have personally walked through a lake tour dungeon can tell that it was a boat with an empty bottom and a reduced size. Cruise ship.

There was a dark figure floating in the dark green lake next to him.