Doomsday Wonderland

... Lin Sanshui raised his head when there were only the last few steps left in the stairs.

As she expected, she again had a three-seat sofa that occupied most of the corridor and a brown-red panda.

Lin San wine sighed softly.

She just started from here and went up. After climbing three floors, she really returned to the original point.

These three-story stairs seem to be unable to go through ordinary means.

"Don't say, this is really like a ghost hitting the wall." Lin Sanshui held his wings down and didn't leave: "...I used to watch ghost stories, it seems that the boy's urine can crack the ghost wall. And."

Said, she turned her eyes to the little panda.

"Don't look at me when I say a boy," Qing said, and she licked her teeth: "Don't insult."

"...this shouldn't be the case," the blue cloth flower sofa interjected. "I think we are in the middle of others."

"Is that old woman? We didn't provoke her, why don't we stare at us..."

Lin Sanjiu looked at the two, but thought of a way - she stood up and walked to the door marked "exit", opened the door with a huge body, turned and said: "You are following behind I think about it from the floor... I can't, I just jumped out of the window to see if I can break this strange circle."

It was said that the little panda jumped on the sofa lightly and immediately, and Ji Jinshan bit his teeth and moved forward a little bit, so he squeezed into the door.

...the 16th floor looks nothing different.

The carpet was soaked in blood, and it was dried over time, and it was brittle when it was stepped on. There was a long, suffocating irony and musty smell in the hallway, which was even more unbearable compared to the top floor. The rooms on the 19th floor and above were too expensive, and they were empty before the end of the day, and they were kept clean. In good condition; unlike the 16th floor, there are a few guest rooms that are still half open, because they were blocked by the dead bodies of the tenants at the door.

It is said that it is a dead body, but in fact, it has not seen any human form.

It seems that after being killed, it was cut and bitten by a bite. The body of the pitted body reveals most of the white skeleton; the dried black skin with the air on the skeleton, together with the piece of rag, is struck by the footsteps of Lin Sanjiu. Staggered.

"It’s almost the same as I saw last time." After quickly checking the corridor, Lin San wine hurried back and walked back to the other two: "You are here waiting for me, I climbed up from the balcony." Try it."

When she finished, she pushed open a door next to her—the huge chicken wings were like a broom, sweeping the broken pieces of the ground out of the ground and stepping into the house.

The rooms on this side are equipped with a small and delicate balcony. Although there are no hands, it makes climbing difficult, but if you jump up and jump up, the birds of Lin San wine can also go upstairs. The edge of the balcony - followed by two people in the room, watching the two big chicken feet in the air to make a few strokes, finally climbed up and disappeared out the window.

The room was silent for a while.

"What do you think?" Half a sly, the brown-red panda suddenly spoke.

"...not very hopeful." Blue cloth sofa sighed and said.

"If we go down?"

"If we go downstairs now, we should go back to the 18th floor."

Stay in the dark for a long time, turn around half and look at the sofa behind you: "Don't you already-"

"Look," Ji Shanqing suddenly interrupted him. "Outside the window."

As in order to prove his words, the edge of the small balcony outside the window, "what" hit a thing; by the support of the wings, a familiar bird also caught the iron railing - gradually, Lin San The old hen, who was incarnation of the wine, threw himself and emerged from the bottom of the balcony. Her black round eyes just confronted the two inside the house, and her throat immediately issued a series of "squeaky" sounds, probably in the swearing.

"...have a ghost!"

The first sentence is this after she finally stabilizes her body.

"What is going on with these three floors? Why can't you go out!" As the messy old hen walked into the house, the air fluttered with tiny feathers: "...if I jumped straight down to try Try? I can still see the ground -"

"You can't," Ji Shanqing hurriedly spoke. "I guess you jumped down the 16th floor and will fall off the 18th floor... and then cycle down between the three floors of 16, 17 and 18, forever can not stop."

Lin Sanshui looked up and looked at the sofa in front of him. She didn't know where it was Ji Shanqing's "face", she could only turn her eyes suspiciously: "...you guess what is going on?"

"Well, I thought of an answer - in fact, there is nothing to guess." Probably seeing Lin San wine eyes bright, Ji Shanqing's voice also brought a little shyness: "Although I don't know if this is Whose ability - or special items - but from the 16th to the 18th floor, it has now become a ring of Mobius."

The word is so familiar that Lin San wine wrinkled his eyebrows. When she recalled where she had heard of the word, she stayed "ah" for a long time: "The one that connects end to end, infinite loop!" ”

"Yes, if you walk on the surface of the ring of Mobius, you can go on and go all the way, no end..." Jishan Qing said with a deep heart: "Isn't it like our current situation?"

"I am vaguely remembering this thing, it seems to have something to do with mathematics." Lin Sanjiu said, "I know this, what should we do next?"

The question was very constructive, but no one answered her.

She was about to ask again, and suddenly she found that the little panda raised her head - the bright black eye of the other party slowly moved to the sky and stared at her back. It’s quiet for a long time, just like a real sofa.

There is something behind you!

Lin San wine suddenly turned around, his eyes fell on the thing, and he was shocked.

At the top of the balcony, a black hair is floating in the air; just as Lin San wine sees it, the black hair slams up and disappears completely upstairs - just now there seems to be someone Just hanging up like this, looking into the room.

"Wait for me here -!"

Still waiting for the two to speak, the old hen has already rushed out with a step; the wings are in the air, she has been familiar with the iron railings upstairs, pulling the chicken body up, and quickly I have disappeared.

Stayed straight for a long time, and stared at the balcony - but he was not staring at the head, but below the balcony.

If the black hair flees all the way, it will soon emerge from the bottom of this layer.

After waiting for a few minutes, the edge of the balcony was still a lacquered beige, and there was no imaginary black-pressed head; and Lin Sanjiu didn’t even know where to go.

At this time, Ji Shanqing behind him spoke.

"Clear, clear for a long time?" His voice did not know how to suddenly light down, and there was a little trembling.

This guy is smart and smart, that is, he is a little bit timid... I have left this thought in my mind for a long time, and I have not returned to ask: "What?"

Although there is no saliva and no esophagus, the blue cloth floral sofa still gives a clear "beep" sound of swallowing water.

"Just... someone touched my backrest."

The little panda immediately twisted his neck, and a slippery hair on his back was smashed.

...the sofa is empty and there is no one. Since the sofa was slanted to the entrance, there was only one large open room door and a small, stained corridor exposed from the door.

"What do you mean by touching..." asked for a long time and left the voice low.

"I can't see behind me, but it feels like someone is passing by me, accidentally rubbing me." Ji Shanqing's voice is too light to be heard. "I was hit by anything anyway."

Could it be the owner of that black hair?

The panda's front paws clung to the back of the sofa, stood up with two hind legs, and cautiously explored both eyes.

His black eyes turned from left to right and turned around. Luggage, carpet, light switch, door, and the pile of broken bones under the door...

It seems that there is no difference between the past and the "people" that Ji Shanqing said.

Wait.

(It is said that the authors can't see you, I wrote it at the end of the text. I am back, and tomorrow is even more. Thank you for not abandoning me during this time. I am looking for a hand, please bear with me!)

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