Doomsday Wonderland

Now, Lin Sanjiu has been able to affirm that those data bodies have indeed done this copy.

After the initial potato chipphone disappeared, the full puffed food was completely silent. In the dim light, the old man with a beard on the potato chip, the spokesperson of the smile, the leopard eating the corn strips... row by row, neatly countless faces, looking at her silently.

"What is the correct potato chip?"

Just looking at the turn of the eye, when Lin Sanjiu turned her eyes again, she couldn't tell which potato chip tube she had just caught her. She glanced over the shelves over and over again, feeling like she was whispering like a madman: "Tell me, how should I find it?"

The shelves were quiet and there was no response.

Those data bodies obviously deleted all the "rules introduced" part, but I want to come, the copy itself is still running according to the same rules. In this way, Lin Sanjiu is like taking an inexplicable exam: the title is completely smeared, but she must write the correct answer.

Thinking about it, she carefully lifted the shopping basket and gently touched a bunch of corn strips with its corners.

She did not want to touch the potato chips, just want to see what the consequences of choosing a wrong answer - the corn strips shook a little, the bag was caught, and then filled. Quietly waited for a few seconds, nothing happened.

Is it true that even if you encounter the wrong snack, as long as you don't put it in the shopping basket?

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, finally knelt down, gently reached out and poked on a cornflake with a rooster on the outer packaging.

The bag slammed, and she shrank her hand back and looked up nervously, but the shelf quickly returned to silence.

... as if she guessed it right.

Lin San wine breathed a sigh of relief, and she was a bit bolder – she looked across the shelves and looked at the rows. These puffed foods are covered with a layer of ash, and even the color is faint, obviously do not know how long it has been put.

Correct... Does it mean that it has not expired?

She stared at the shelf in front of her, thinking.

If that's the case, you have to figure out first, what day is the date in the store today, and then compare the date of manufacture on the bag – etc. Is this too simple?

Because all actions can only rely on Mongolia, she suddenly became suspicious.

But she still decided to try. There is a magazine at the checkout counter, and the magazine should always be the latest issue. Lin Sanjiu just got up and suddenly stopped moving.

She slowly lowered her head.

Just like any ordinary store, there is more than one piece of goods that are put out, and at least a few bags are placed at least, neatly occupying a small section of the shelf. The same was true on the shelves that she had just tested. The black and red bags were arranged one after another on the lower shelf. Each bag had a big cock, which was exposed to the Lin San wine. Smiling side face.

...only the **** on a bag, facing straight to Lin San. Its magnified bird dome is on the bag, as if it was just intended to be drilled from the painting.

It was the one she had just touched.

Lin San’s heart jumped, and he looked at another bag of corn – the corn bag that she had hit with a basket. The cartoon leopard was still good, and it’s a side with its countless colleagues. Gangbang, can't see anything different.

If you touch it again, don't know what will happen?

I thought so, Lin San wine did not reach out to the bag of cornflakes. I have already made it very clear in the previous tip, and I selected "the correct package of potato chips" - so this time she considered it for a while, and the object of reaching out was a potato chip with no face on the bag.

Her fingers touched the bag and quickly returned. The heart jumped a few times. She stared at the packet of potato chips and did not dare to look away.

Nothing happened.

For the second time, Lin Sanshui’s fingers stayed a little longer—they were the same except for more gray on the fingers.

After trying several times in a row, I saw that it was always smooth and waveless, and her courage was getting bigger and bigger. Finally, her finger not only did not move, but grabbed it on the bag and slowly That packet of potato chips was taken down.

On the shelves full of space, a deep black hole appeared immediately behind the outermost goods, only empty shelves, like an endless tunnel, black and faintly blowing a cool breeze. Lin San wine looked at the dark "hole", did not put the potato chips into the shopping basket, just turned it over and over twice, trying to find where the production date is.

She soon saw a small word that was almost fading at the seal: "1986.10.21".

So long?

Lin San was shocked. I didn't expect this bag of potato chips to be bigger than my age; after looking at it, she did not find the shelf life.

Forget it, let go first - she thought in her heart. Since she can't leave the shelf, try to call the puppet teacher again; although the guy is not like a smart person, it is better than a person.

Lin Sanjiu raised his gaze while thinking.

In the dark hole of the black faint shelf, another vaguely blurred face floated up, just opposite her eyes.

The heart just jumped, Lin Sanjiu had no time to react. From the depths of the shelf, an arm was suddenly found, and her wrist was grasped. The hand was so white and loose that it seemed to be scattered at any time. The power, even the slightest can not resist, was straight to the shelf - she burst into a burst of hair, the heart will be called a [tornado whip], just blink of an eye, suddenly black And it has calmed down.

The face that was hidden behind the shelf, the white arm, seemed to be like an illusion, disappearing without a trace.

Soon, the scenery once again reflected the vision of Lin Sanjiu.

Aisles, shelves, dark light, dust floating in the air... still exactly the same.

To say that there is something different, Lin San wine has a different perspective - she seems to have subconsciously turned around, and the direction she was looking at was exactly where she had just stood.

She wants to try to turn her head and look at it, but somehow, I feel that the body's movements are very sluggish.

After two seconds of silence, Lin San wine slowly woke up.

She used all her strength and turned her gaze to the left hand side - she couldn't fully see it clearly, but in her lingering light, rows of various puffed foods were on their side, tightly and silently. Her.

Not only the left side - the right side, the bottom side, it is a neatly arranged snack bag and potato chip tube.

... She was turned into a pack of potato chips and placed on the shelves.