Doomsday Wonderland

After walking the desert for a whole day, Lin Sanjiu finally reluctantly admitted one thing.

... she lost her way.

This thought just rose from the heart, and she suddenly felt that she was weak, and there was no strength to walk again. She sat down on the ground. Through the trousers cloth, her skin can clearly feel the yellow sand that has been burned. At the beginning, it is very hot and hot, and it becomes hot.

I gasped and took a sip of the mineral water in my hand. Lin San wine looked up again and again - despite this movement, she had done it many times in the past day.

Two days ago, she fled with the bohemian from the forest, and soon after she fled, she came to the desert. Well, it is reasonable to say that the forest should not be far apart. At least at the end of her eyes and on the desert horizon, there should be some shadows of the mountains.

However, the terrain of God's love is nothing to say.

In the memory, she walked away from the direction of the gift bag for a long time. When she looked at it, there was still only the yellow sand, and there was no trace of the mountain forest. In fact, even if she suddenly stepped into the sea, I am afraid Lin San The wine will not be surprised at this time.

Fortunately, unfortunately, although Ji Shanqing was not found, he did not see a miracle.

In addition to the yellow sand in the desert, there is no basis for feeding the flesh and carving the gods. Naturally, there will be no gods. The package is so smart, maybe you will find this, and you will enter the desert to hide...?

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while in her heart and felt that this possibility was not without it; she rested for a while, and she felt that she had accumulated some strength, and then she stood up again and picked up a direction.

The dust in the air seems to **** away all the water in the human body. Even if she drinks water from bottle to bottle, it can not kill the dry and itchy smoke in the throat. The skin is scraped by gravel and soaked in sweat. It feels as if it has been squandered for a few tens of kilograms. The longer it takes, the more people can't wait to get out of this skin.

I stopped and stopped for an afternoon. Just as Lin San was tired and tired, and when the spirit was not good, she just turned over a sand dune. At this moment, the sun was slanting, and the white fog on the head was grayed out again. \\ Unclear skylight, she looked up, suddenly surprised.

Below the dunes, a white lacquered brick room stands.

The brick house was flat and flat, and the paint was brand new. There was no spot that was eroded by sand. It is connected by several rooms and doesn't look like a home. In fact, it doesn't have any architectural style. Even if it is a public toilet, it doesn't seem too much.

The eyes fell on the brick house, Lin Sanjiu did not move the place, just squatted down, looking at the brick room and sighed.

In such a desert, how can there be brick houses?

... don't have to approach, don't have to look at it, just glance at it, she guessed it: this must be a copy.

"Now there is no time to make a copy," Lin Sanjiu thought about it. He took a picture of the body and got up. She was about a hundred meters away from the brick house. Just walk around and walk.

I didn't expect her to be alone, but she didn't take a foot. She only heard a greeting from behind her, "Hey, are you crossing the road?"

Damn, in the end, I was "caught" by this copy - Lin Sanjiu snorted in his heart and turned his eyes with vigilance.

An old man wearing a straw hat and looking dry, did not know when he stood silently at the door. At this time, he was stretching his head and looking at her. A skinny arm licked a petal fan and gave it to himself. The wind.

"Girl, are you also crossing the road?" Perhaps it was to see Lin Sanjiu not answer, he asked again.

Lin Sanjiu didn't say anything, just nodded, but he stepped back two steps.

"Let's see it," the old man voiced dumbly and eagerly pointed his finger at the door: "...It's a good way to pass by here. Come in and see it, make sure it's interesting, and the tickets are not expensive."

She has seen a lot of copies, but she has never seen such a person who asks for someone to go in. Lin Sanjiu puzzled and raised an eyebrow: "This...what is this place?"

The old man looked like a guide in a broken spot. He sighed and said: "There is a 'famous serial killing experience game' in this house. I promise you that it is really fun! Hey, It’s been a long time since this place has passed by one person. It’s too difficult to get together a few guests to visit.

Yes, the evolutionary is either captured by God or killed, and there is no chance to enter the copy. Lin Sanshui shook his head and walked away.

"Hey, this game is very interesting, it's not dangerous, the tickets are not expensive!" The old man was busy with a few steps, stopped a few meters away from the brick house, and never far away - copy creatures, probably Can not be too far from the copy.

"...you should be pity for me once. It’s not so easy to come to three guests today. Now I’m only one, so I can start the tour. If you don’t come, they will also be scattered...”

“I have three guests?” Lin Sanjiu suddenly paused and stopped. “What kind of guests are you?”

Seeing that she didn't go on, the old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and the tone was warm. A few points: "...The first few are male guests, not very old, twenty or thirty years old. Two of them are companions. The other looks younger than them, and they are Svens..."

Lin San wine's heart leaps and can't help but glance at the brick and stone room, as if it can penetrate the wall and see if the person inside is Ji Shanqing. The appearance of the gift bag is gentle, saying that he is a man or a woman. It is also possible for the old man to admit his mistake...

After thinking for a while, she still sighed and walked down the sand dunes.

Even if she knew that hope would not be too big, she still couldn't help but go in and see. The copy of the entrance and exit may not be the same, she may not wait for those people to come out from the eyes.

"In this case, I will go in." In order to prevent it, Lin Sanjiu has already put the "battle items" in his hands. "You just said, do you still need to collect tickets?"

"Yes," the old man couldn't believe his good fortune, and laughed again and again: "But it's not expensive, it's not expensive! It costs almost nothing."

The brick house looks bland and even boring. Lin Sanjiu stood at the door of its glass door and asked with suspicion: "...what is not expensive?"

"As long as you give me a white thing."

This is interesting – Lin Sanjiu took out a white towel from the card library, exactly how much she wants this thing: “Is this line?”

"Well, OK!" The old man took the towel, and when he first pushed the glass door for her, he greeted Lin Sanjiu; he didn't turn on the light inside, only a group of dark and cool darkness, it was faintly clear that this is a Like the outside, the hall is lacking.

The size of the hall is small, and one poster after another is hanging on the wall. In the faint green light of the indicator light, a door with an "entrance" is standing silently at the other end of the hall.

“Don't you say there are still three people?”

"Yes, after you enter this entrance, you will see three other tourists." The speed of the old man suddenly became smooth. It seems that he did not know how many times he had said the following introduction: "This one The murder experience game, the security is very high, the background is all from the real killings in the world. After you enter, you will be randomly assigned to the role of the murder case with several other visitors. Of course, you It is definitely not assigned to the murderer's corner - after all, waiting for you to catch the murderer."

Lin Sanjiu, while listening to him, has already arrived at the door where the "entry" is written. She stopped and asked: "Do you have to catch the murderer to end the game?"

"No, no, if you can't catch it, can this game be over?" The old man held the white towel in his hand and smiled. "In fact, this is just an experience game. You want to do anything inside." Protect the victims, catch the murderer, visit the scenery, even eat and drink... all right, see what you like."

"How can we end the game?"

"When the murderer is caught, or quietly and then not committing the crime, the game will naturally end. The event process in the game is consistent with history. Even if you can't catch the murderer, it doesn't matter." ”

While saying that the old man opened the door for Lin Sanjiu.

"You haven't told me what the murder is -"

Lin Sanjiu still had a lot of words to ask, and then went in, so he used one hand to resist the door; but did not expect the door to open, a cool breeze blowing in the face, like a strong rope, She took her in the waist - with her strength, she did not have the slightest resistance, and a cockroach slammed into the dim air behind the door.

Vaguely, from behind her there was a "squeaky" when the door was closed. Lin Sanjiu was busy with his feet, and he couldn't help but squat.

The thin rain is filled with the heavens and the earth, and this dark blue morning is spread into a ripple. The slate road is not very flat, with a shallow light and water, and the water is muddy and ash. Even if it is wet and cold, the air is still filled with a faint smell of sulfur; through the thick smoke, on the narrow aisle separated by European buildings, it takes a while to see a carriage and pass by.

Just listening to the water not far from the side, I screamed and walked closer to the three figures, standing by her side. Lin Sanshui turned his head violently, but then he was shrouded in disappointment.

Among the three tourists, there is no Jishanqing.

"This...what is this?" A tall, long man, turned his eyes in a stunned look; next to him, it looked like he was a bit like him, but he was short and young. The old version - both of them have an irregular face like a potato, it seems to be a brother.

“This is the 19th century London, England.”

Another young man is beside them and whispered. As if I noticed the gaze of Lin Sanjiu, the young man who looked like Sven immediately bowed his head uncomfortably and said in a finer voice: "...Accurately, I guess it should be 1888...Open Hand Jack's life."