Doomsday Wonderland

With the death of Lin Guoyun, the rain was the first to stop.

The night gradually faded, like the black coffee diluted by the water, a little bit light, and finally turned into a gray; Hong Kong streets, the background of the eighties, Founder's old-fashioned cars, the fog is generally scattered, in Disappeared in the field of vision.

After the game, Lin Sanjiu found himself standing in a gray concrete room in the square.

This room is only about ten square meters, which makes people feel confused. Is it just that all the running, escaping, and fighting are done in such a small room? The room was dimly lit, if it wasn't the door that was open, revealing the sky and the desert outside, I was afraid that it was dark in front of me: there wasn't even a light here.

Under such light, the concrete room looks empty. But when she looked around, she suddenly saw a human figure in the dark corner, and I didn’t know how long it was there. I couldn’t help but startled – she and the potato brothers were not The only guest in this house.

Resisting the surprise, and taking a closer look, Lin Sanjiu discovered that it was a young male corpse she had never seen before. In addition to his body covered with corpse spots, from his eyebrows, he was born with a gentle and graceful manner; however, his death phase made people unable to bear to see it - the clothes and pants were torn apart, revealing a large pale red The naked body, the lower body was bloody; there was a leather cord around the neck, which seemed to be strangled in the process of humiliation.

Lin San wine quickly moved his eyes and felt his stomach tumbling over. She clearly didn't know this person, but she couldn't help but burst into a sharp anger in her blood vessels. There seemed to be something in her chest that was blocked, and I couldn't wait to burn this copy.

She did not want to think about what happened to him. Not surprisingly, he must have been the young evolver of the old man. However, Lin Sanjiu has never seen him or not, and he was killed by which killer: whether it is Jack the Ripper or the rainy night butcher, there is no habit of infringing on the male victim.

"The passage is closed,"

Just as Lin Sanshui was full of doubts, the voice of the potato brothers suddenly rang, and suddenly called her a turn--a brother who almost passed out of the past, when the skin had faded and the normal state was restored. He seems to care less about the people and bodies around him. He only explores the concrete wall and looks for it. "It seems that I guess it is correct. This space really has a mezzanine structure -"

The younger brother kneels down beside him and knocks on the wall for a while and asks: "What about the monitor that was buried before? How can I not find it?"

"I can't find it either. I suspect that they have withdrawn from the scenes of London and Hong Kong before. This is somewhat unexpected... I think this definitely shows that there is a mezzanine space here."

"Is there still data back?"

"I only know when I go back and look."

At the end of the copy, the two men are like a demon. They don’t look at Lin Sanjiu at first glance, and they don’t care about her staying. They only knock in the concrete house and look at every corner. Lin San wine retreated to the door as quietly as possible, listening quietly to their conversation.

"Why this time the scenes in London and Hong Kong are also connected," the younger brother squatting on the ground, as if he had fallen into a certain kind of shackles. “Are we not just trying to get through Wisconsin and Illinois?”

"Maybe once the connection point between the two mezzanine spaces is destroyed, it will cause a chain reaction." The brother looked around and looked around, and his eyes met Lin San, and he ran over without wavering. As if the copy is over, she has no value, and it doesn't matter if she is not there. "It seems that we did get the two scenes at the time. I was surprised. Since it was passed, how did the girl get out of Wisconsin alone?"

"Yeah, it is reasonable to say that as long as the scene is over, she enters the horror clown situation in Illinois like us. Then even if the skinning killer is caught, she can't get out." I thought about my chin for a while. "Maybe the mezzanine that separated the two spaces was not completely destroyed. Although the three of us entered Illinois, she stayed in Wisconsin..."

In their dialogue, they involved a lot of complicated nouns and details. Even if Lin Sanji was concentrating on listening, this huge amount of information flowed away from her ear like a stream of water, and even the notes could not be remembered. Don't talk about understanding; however, from the details of the captured details, she faintly felt that there were already a few pieces of fuzzy jigsaw puzzles in her mind, as if she could form a complete picture soon.

When the brothers were silent and seemed to be thinking about something, Lin Sanjiu took the opportunity to walk out of the door.

The wind wrapped in the yellow sand and whistled on the skin; through the white mist on the head, the sky light still strongly told her not to open her eyes. She still came out of the bungalow, but apparently the "flat" has changed its position, no longer the place where Lin Sanjiu met the copy - because she looked around and found herself in the desert. The edge; on the front horizon, a faintly revealing shadow of a forest.

The old man who kept the goal did not change. He stood at the door and even said hello to her: "...end? Is it fun?"

In the next second, he was thrown out by the collar and slammed into the ground.

"Go to your mother," every word of Lin Sanjiu is an angry nail, as if he was actually playing on the dry skin of the old man: "You tell me, what is going on here? You are not early. Have you gotten four evolutionists?"

Judging from the dialogue between the two brothers, they have indeed stayed in this copy for some time, and they have also experienced historical fragments of four serial killers: the skinned killer of Wisconsin, the horror clown of Illinois, London's Jack the Ripper and Hong Kong's rainy night butcher.

At the beginning, there were no four people. The potato brothers couldn’t get in, so the copy had just started with four people: in addition to the brothers, there were two men and one woman. The man died and died very badly; another girl, alone from the Wisconsin killer clip, went out - although the Wisconsin murderer was caught, but the game was not due to the potato brothers’ hands and feet. At the end, the remaining three people still entered the next killer segment.

"Hey, don't hit me," the old man hurriedly rolled and raised his arm to protect his face. "What's wrong with you? I didn't lie with you. It was the last round of games that got together four people... I don't know what happened. After the end of the "peeling killer experience", only one evolver came out. I think, it must be that the remaining three people want to continue to participate in the next game, so I told you to go in..."

"In a round of games, how many historical fragments of serial killers?"

"There are a few more, one is enough! This is a game of experience, not dangerous -"

He does not seem to know that the potato brothers have already opened up the historical fragments of different killers; after the skinning killer experience is completed, the remaining three players have already entered the next segment, and naturally will not come out with the girl. Lin San wine snorted and said coldly: "When you go to collect the body, it is not dangerous to say to the body."

I didn’t expect the old man to listen to this, but he turned up and sat up and argued: “Although this time, the game is dead, the game itself is not dangerous, and the player and the killer are not directly related—”

"This is not a fake,"

Lin Sanjiu is about to make a sound, but after the cold, the voice of the potato brothers sounded. Their voices are very similar. She didn't recognize that it was the younger brother who was talking until she turned around. His round eyes looked straight at Lin Sanjiu and walked with his brother: "-The dead man you saw, he just knows who the 'horror clown' is, so he wants to report it. But we still can't let The game was over, so he was deceived to the location of the murderer, and he died. We buried him so that no one could find out, but I didn’t expect the undiscovered body to come out with us."

Lin San wine was on the cold for a while, and it burned a fire again - just waited for her reaction, then the younger brother turned to the old man and said: "We still want to participate in the next round of games, what should we do now?"

"It’s easy to do, and wait for two people to come, the game will start.” The old man stood up and happily patted the gray--the copy creature could only repeat the same day and day in his own track. Things, maybe I can't think of this copy has been destroyed.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing that they turned to the door, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help it anymore. While screaming, he had already held the [recorder] card in one hand.

The potato brothers ignored her.

"The tickets are still the same as last time, please give me two white things, you can go in and wait." The old man guarding the door said.

"What?"? My brother said a strange voice, and asked his younger brother: "...What white things are there on you?"

"Only the socks," the younger brother said, sitting on the ground immediately and taking off the shoes and socks on one foot.

The old man who guarded the door did not seem to have taken the two hot socks and turned and pulled out a box from the door. He opened the box and just said a half sentence "just put it here -", only saw a flower in front of him, then slammed, and he was so hurriedly hurried back two steps, only to see what happened. .

The two brothers seemed to suddenly lose control of their bodies. Like two wooden stakes, their hands and feet fell straight on the ground. In addition to a pair of eyes, they occasionally twitched once or twice.

The old man guarding the door turned back, Lin Sanjiu was standing not far away, holding a tape recorder in his hand - the volume of the recorder was turned low, and it seemed that he had just finished saying something, and she was "squatted" by her. I pressed it.

The hot wind rolled over the desert, and for a time it was as quiet as the rustling of the yellow sand from the roof.

It is so easy to hit "God" so easily, and Lin San wine himself is somewhat unexpected.

Taking a breath, she took two steps and quickly found two ropes in the card library. [Pygmalion collars] all the skills, the effective duration depends on the potential value; she does not know In terms of your potential value, how long it can trap the other side, so you must hurry.

Walking down the rope, Lin San wine glanced at the old man who guarded the door. The latter held the box, and the mouth and the lid of the box were all together, as if they were surprised to react.

Just want to ask him why he should go, she bowed her head, her eyes swept away from the box, and suddenly stopped the action.

The boxes are filled with a variety of white objects, apparently the tickets received since the beginning of the copy, and her white towel with the name of the hotel is also impressive. However, this is not the only one.

Another identical towel, which wrote the same hotel name, just looked dirty and was quietly set aside.