Doomsday Wonderland

In an absolutely dark darkness, Lin San wines did not see anything, only to hear the door in front of the cell, "Oh," slowly opened.

She strained her nerves and poured all her heart into her ears, for fear of missing a trace of change - but not a real person in the cell, and no signs of human beings in action; when Lin Sanji suddenly noticed that there was a wind in front of him She hurriedly twisted her body, but it was still late. The "person" did not know when she had deceived her.

In the next second, she felt her wrists cool and then hot.

For a while, I could almost stun the pain of the past, and suddenly hit the brain. I didn’t wait for the exhalation in the throat of Lin San’s wine. She only felt a flower in front of her eyes; she endured the pain of drilling into the bone marrow and blinked again. I found that I could see things in front of my eyes - rough concrete walls, broken straw mats, small air windows...

She and J7 were thrown back into the cell.

Lin Sanjiu lifted the right hand wrist while snorting, and his eyes fell on it, and suddenly he did not say anything.

... her right hand has been cut off in unison.

Because it is an ideology, there is no blood or bones at the fracture; there is nothing in the air that looks like it is empty - just like the invisible and colorless consciousness.

Lin Sanjiu has suffered numerous injuries in recent years, but no physical injury can be compared with the current pain method. It is directly cut off an ideology, just like a brain is cut off, part of the spirit, she For a time, I could only hold my empty wrist and reluctantly fell on the ground. After a while, I finally got up.

She looked up and found that j7 was now on the ground like a smashed Wang Ba. The two spheres turned sharply in the air, but they could not stand up. She just wanted to go up and push it up, and her eyes swept away, only to find that the "tail" left by j7 was gone.

... It seems that the "person" in the cell, while cutting off her hand and the tail of j7; the two did not have physical contact, and they were thrown back to the cell when they arrived.

"Are you okay?" Lin San wine struggled to lift it up with one hand and slammed it right. The consciousness of this injury, I am afraid it will take a while to come back.

"Not very good."

J7 turned around a few times, reassembled the body parts once, and once again set a mechanical arm and handed Lin Sanjiu. Lin San wine screamed and pointed to his right wrist: "I lost a hand and then led you, and I couldn't do anything. Can you stretch it for a while? Right, this is holding my waist. ""

This is the case, only one left-handed Lin Sanjiu, the combat power is still a lot down; she stood at the door, looking at the darkness of the outside, thinking, and looked back into the cell.

"Take this broken grass up, and take one with one, and use it as a guide stick." She said, and she actually rolled the straw into a tube. Fortunately, this straw mat is very thin, and it is also a thin and long one, and one hand is enough to hold it; she tries to make a round, and in addition to being a little soft, it can also be used.

"...Is this too primitive?" J7 looked at the mat for a while, and said that he was not so high.

It is the product of a world-class technology. For the approach of Lin Sanjiu, there is some instinctive resistance - "If it is not in the starry sky, I can assemble infrared detection."

But for now, there is only this way - one person and one machine each carrying a roll of straw mats, carefully stepping into the darkness.

The last time it was because of the prisoner’s discovery, this time, Lin Sanjiu did not dare to speak out. Every step forward, I used the straw mat to slowly and quietly sweep the road ahead; Both of them are conscious at this time, and there is no need to worry about the sound of clothing friction. In this way, I walked slowly in the darkness of the dead, and the straw mat in the hands of Lin San’s wine suddenly touched something and made a slight “squeaky”.

Her heart huddled, and then she only heard the sound of "Oh," in the darkness, smashing the darkness. It turned out that she had just hit the iron gate of a half-open cell, even if it was just so light. I pushed it up and slowly slipped away - I didn't have time to think about why it was still open. Lin Sanjiu felt that his neck was suddenly swaying, and immediately swooped forward, and the head had quickly wiped it. A wind.

That guy actually wandered in the hallway!

Lin Sanjiu did not know how the prisoner cut off her hand, only knowing that it is best not to let him run into himself; but this means that she could not attack. In desperation, she shouted to j7: "Take him with a gun!"

"That will produce fire." J7 sensibly pointed out, "Once the fire is produced..."

"I know!" During the conversation, Lin Sanbao risked and shunned again and again. The skin that had been wiped by the prisoner was burning and burning: "I will find a way, you believe me!"

When she said this, she called her mother in her heart.

Sure enough, j7 in the dark immediately responded with a sentence: "I don't."

Lin Sanjiu can't wait to take a sip of blood, but she didn't have time to talk. She once again felt the attack of the prisoner - somehow, the other party always seemed to attack her first. Lin Sanjiu was on the ground at this time, and he had already avoided it. He had to bite his teeth and smashed his foot toward the back. When he slammed, she just ran into the prisoner and it was a painful pain. Almost her nerves almost pulled out of the skin.

Although prisoners are not real people, they still have a form -

"j7!" Her heart moved, and immediately snorted in the direction of j7; seeing that there was still silence in the darkness, she had to sneak out, and shouted: "I am going to go out like your goal! I There is a way to deal with him, but you must ask for help!"

I don't know which sentence I finally said about j7. After a pause, I only heard it slamming, and then calmly asked: "Where?"

Lin San wine sighed with a sigh of relief, and the tears came out soon; she grabbed the straw mat and threw it at him when the prisoner fits on it, and shouted: "There!"

When the mats collided with the prisoners, a slight slam was heard; almost at the same time, the gun fire of the j7 had already spit out, and all of them poured into the position where the sound was heard. The prisoner seemed to scream in the thunder, and Lin Sanjiu did not hear it, because she had already rushed to j7 at this time, and while it stopped shooting, she took it with her arms and rolled it together. Fell into the cell that is half open.

The two talents just rolled into the door, and the fire on the opposite side blew together. The raindrops hit the corridor, and there were countless fires and white smoke on the door of the cell. One person and one machine was busy arriving at the door, hiding behind the door, kneeling on the ground holding his head, listening to the guns roaring for a while, and finally finally died down.

Since this game field is a product of consciousness, after being hit by gunfire, it seems that there is no post-war damage, and it is still exactly the same as before, as if nothing has happened.

"Is that prisoner dead?" Lin Sanjiu whispered, fearing that the prisoner would suddenly come in.

"I played a total of 53 rounds of bullets, 47 of which hit the target." When j7 squatted on the ground, its blurred shadows looked like a tortoise shell.

47 hairs...

Should you die?

Lin Sanshui gasped and climbed up with one hand, leaning his body against the wall. Her legs are still immersed in the pain, looking down, she found that her right leg is still there, but the injury is not light - just so, the right leg has been like the acidity of the acid, the pit The shape is not complete.

What should I do next?

In fact, the two have now fled their celles, but they have not left the floor. They have once again fallen into a trap.

She was a little bit guilty. She just wanted to ask j7's opinion. She only listened to the outsider's sudden sirens. The sharp humming sound hovered in the entire prison building. The piercing ears made the brain tremble. The commotion was like flowing water. The outside corridor rang, and then there was a burst of metal bangs, and it sounded like the cell door lock was opened.

Vocals, sirens, footsteps, and the sound of electric lights... For a moment, the noise accompanied by the white light, stabbed into this cell -

"Now two prisoners have left the cell and repeated it. Now two prisoners have left the cell." A deafening broadcast immediately suppressed all the noise: "...everyone caught the two prisoners, commuted In 220 years, it will be implemented immediately."

... Is it to release every prisoner and arrest both of them?

In this way, can you run away from these prisoners?

Lin Sanshui thought of this and turned around immediately.

At this time, the outside was bright, so the cell was even white. J7 is still on the ground as I just did, and has not been hurt by the gunfire. It's just... it looks a lot smaller. When the original j7 was set up, it was full of people, and after becoming a flat structure, it was also the boss. Now it looks like it is only going to the position of Lin San’s waist.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Sanjiu approached it and asked with an anger: "Why suddenly it became smaller?"

"Let's remember that the wider side is my face." J7 responded with a sentence, then turned around and replied: "...in reality, I can fill the bullet, but in the conscious starry sky, all of mine Bullets are actually my consciousness."

"So look at you like this, you can't beat 53 times a few times, you have to be like a used soap!" Lin Sanjiu was too anxious.

"It doesn't matter, just wait a while, and the consciousness will be restored." J7 said here, the tone is very calm: "I have been waiting for half a year anyway, and wait a few more days, I think it is no big deal."

The phrase "but I am very anxious" turned a few turns between the throats of Lin Sanjiu, and finally said no. She sighed, but she didn't know how far she could hold with her own weak look; she stood up hard, she supported her body with her left leg, and quietly looked out from the small window on the cell door. .

The corridor at this time is completely different from the one just now.

The cold incandescent lamp illuminates every corner, and the door of each cell is now open, dividing the corridor by a fan. Numerous prisoners in orange-red jumpsuits poked their heads out of the cell and walked into the hallway; they looked around in a blank expression, whispering like a fog, filling the entire prison building.

Lin Sanjiu wanted to get into the crowd's plan. When she saw the prisoners, it was gone.

After all, these are just the characters created in the game field, which are specially used to intercept the players; therefore, not only are they wearing uniform orange-red jumpsuits, but even the facial features are exactly the same - even men and women are not out, let alone other .

As long as the two of them entered the corridor, they were afraid to be recognized at the time.

Her eyes turned, only listening to the movement of the movement around her, and a metal part in the shape of a stapler was raised next to her ear. It turned out that j7 didn't know when to change the structure, and once again stood up and restored the original appearance. . However, after a small lap, it was not tall enough to stretch out the "head" from the body and explore the window.

"The prisoner was dead just now," Lin Sanjiu said to him. "Your bullet is not in vain."

On the corridor not far from the door, there was a body that was also wearing an orange-red jumpsuit. Because the body was smashed, so I couldn't see it.

"But the prisoner's wounds are not deep," J7 said calmly. "It shows that at least 20 of the bullets I started at the beginning did not break the surface of his consciousness. This means that my consciousness is strong. not enough."

"What about my strength of consciousness?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice.

"On a one-hundred percent basis, if I am 55, then you should be around 36 to 40."

"Just so?"

"Your ideology has collided with his consciousness, and the result is good, your legs-"

"Well, I understand," Lin Sanjiu interrupted it. "...you don't have to say it anymore."

"Okay." J7 responded with kindness. "I have two sentences to explain you, but I just don't want to tell you."

It’s really unimaginable that robots are so vengeful.

Lin Sanjiu sighed and wondered what should be said when he was good. In a blink of an eye, he found that a prisoner had gathered around the body outside the corridor. A dozen or so identical faces stared at the corpses on the ground for a while, and suddenly someone called out: "Is this not the Shenjiao of Room 1325?"

Lin Sanji’s heart just squeaked, and more than a dozen faces were lifted at almost the same time; she screamed a bad one, and the head of j7 was pressed, but it was already late - only the outside and some people shouted : "Found! Discipline, they are in cell 1325! Found it!"

This voice shouted, like the blood falling in the sea, attracting the attention of the sharks; in the blink of an eye, every floor that the gaze can touch is in a commotion, and countless prisoners are rushing toward this The layer ran over.