Doomsday Wonderland

The body of the deer leaves was eaten neatly.

Lin Sanshui was able to recognize her at a glance, precisely because the girl’s head was not passive, and she was still as good as she was when she was alive. She was lying in a pool of blood that had dried up. The sleeves and trouser legs were carefully rolled up. It should have exposed white and thin limbs. Now only four white bones are exposed.

The flesh on her limbs was stripped very cleanly; only the deer leaves were too thin, and even if they were completely peeled off, I would not have much weight.

Lin Sanjiu slowly sat down beside the body until it was discovered that the deer leaves had a heart-shaped face. The little girl's eyelashes are short, the skin is gray, like a layer of wall gray. Although there is no blood, if you only look at her face, it seems that this little girl will still open her eyes at any time, and jump up and run the same.

"The dead people will go around," Lin Sanshui suddenly opened his mouth. "This is what the little egg told me."

The subtle footsteps approached a little and stopped on the other side of the body. The face of the deer leaves floated out of the darkness, bowed her head and looked at the face of the body that was exactly the same as her own. She looked stunned and stunned, reaching out and touching the face of the body.

"Four for five years," said another "deer leaf" that would not bleed. "I always thought that I would definitely find a way to stop sending it... because my mom used to always say that my idea was right. The brain turned fast. I forgot her appearance, but I can't forget it. I always feel that one day I can beat the end."

Her fingers gently stroked another face and swam to her shoulders and arms. The bones rustled under her fingertips.

"Struggling for four or five years," Deer leaves gently smiled. "It’s all in vain. I know that it’s better to die at the beginning. At least I can marry my mom and the little bubble.”

Lin Sanshui looked down and looked at the girl lying quietly on the ground, without saying a word.

"I am really dead?" "Deer Leaf" suddenly asked again, the voice fluttering. "If I am dead, how can I touch my own body?"

"Before you meet us," Lin San wine said softly, "The Supreme God has created more than a dozen 'I', each of which has my memory, that she is indeed me. I am the only one with you. The difference is that I didn't die at the time."

She looked embarrassed, as if she didn't listen in, and seemed to be very upset.

Lin San wine silently stretched out his hand and pulled out the matchbox in the hand of "Deer Leaf". The girl was still dull, and she seemed to be completely unaware of her movements; "squeaking", a faint fire jumped from the little wooden stick, and a small night sky was illuminated.

This time the fire was close, Lin San wine finally saw the face of the "deer leaf". In her jaw and cheeks, there is a piece of corpse that is not conspicuous; the two deer leaves are not the same - the body on the ground is wearing a t-shirt with a size fit, but the "deer leaf" in front Wearing a men's shirt that is obviously too big, I had to roll up my sleeves.

Obviously this was once the body of a male evolutionary, and was inadvertently "rewritten" into the appearance of deer leaves.

Why not just let her own body get up and talk?

Because the legs of the deer leaves have long become white bones.

When Lin Sanshui's fingers were burned by the match, she slammed her hand and the fire went out. The quiet darkness re-enclosed the two. The broken palm of the hand was only fixed with a bandage. It was so painful that it was as painful as a hammer--when she held back a cold breath, the "deer leaf" opened its mouth faintly: "He... Why should I let me stand up again and wander around?"

This problem, Lin Sanjiu can't answer.

"Deer Leaf" raised his arm and fixedly looked at the dry wound on his arm. He smiled at Lin Sanjiu: "You see, this body has also been eaten, not bleeding, I think it is also a dead body. I... ...should not grow up again?"

Lin Sanjiu does not know how to answer.

She couldn't even sigh, and she could only put the intact hand on the shoulder of the deer leaf body and whispered: "Which world is your hometown?"

The girl who blurred the form in the shadows, bowed her head and said: "... bamboo forest."

"This, I took it away." Lin Sanjiu gestured to the body and said softly: "If there is a chance, I will bring your body back to the bamboo forest and take it home."

The girl picked up her body like a dying little animal and nodded.

As soon as the mind turned, the body of the deer leaves disappeared under her hand and became a hard card. Lin Sanjiu took it into his own card library and was about to ask the other person how he died. He didn't expect the "deer leaf" to suddenly stand up.

"What are you doing here?" the girl asked vigilantly. "I tell you, I don't know if you have any festivals with that nude. I don't want to be involved. I still have two months to send. I am leaving, you have been tired of me a lot, I am going to find the exit!"

Lin Sanjiu stunned, and did not respond at the moment; when she also jumped up, "Deer Leaf" had already sprinted into the screen. She just wanted to yell, but she swallowed it back before the phrase "You are dead" slipped out of the lips.

She listened to the "deer leaf" and the footsteps quickly weakened and disappeared into the night, only to be blocked by what was in the throat - what happened after she met "deer leaves", the brain in the body There is no way to keep any memory. The girl’s thinking apparently returned to the two before the encounter, probably the mental state of the deer before death.

Just like... just like a disc.

The death of the deer leaves seems to determine the end of the capacity of this disc; the content of this disc, no matter which other disc it is copied to, is only the memory of the deer leaf itself for fifteen years. What happened after her death, after a long time, will be completely removed because there is no place to reset up - including the memory of "I am dead."

The consciousness of the deer leaf did not know that he was dead. He still kept looking for the exit in this furniture cemetery. He kept looking for it and could never find it.

"Bamboo forest," Lin San wine wiped a face, and finally looked at the direction of the body that thought he was a girl deer leaf disappeared. "Bamboo forest..." she murmured, taking her eyes back and looking at the large pieces of furniture after the screen.

"Deer Leaf" said that Polva's body is in the direction of the screen.

This thing should be seen before the deer leaves dead. If she saw the body of Polva, she took a direction from the body and walked down all the way. Eventually she did not know how to lose her life in the screen. This inference is more in line with one's behavioral logic. That is to say, she has to go back in the direction of the deer leaves at the time, and look for Polva herself.

In the end, I don’t know how to lose my life in the screen...

Lin Sanjiu thought of this, suddenly could not help but fight a cold war. She looked around, but whether it was a screen or a variety of furniture around the shape, it was still motionless in silence. She couldn't see anything different - except for the dark black blood on the concrete floor.

In the end, I don’t know how to lose my life in the screen...

Lin San Liquor is now standing here. After the screen, all the furniture is in all directions. She has to check carefully whether there are any traces left when the deer leaves come. Where did she come from? I will not be able to walk for a while. When I think of this, she has a little hair on her back. Cold sweat, quickly walked a few steps forward, leaning his body on a large closet.

I listened quietly for a while, and there was no sound around. The furniture seemed to hold their breath.

She gasped a few breaths and shook the matchbox again. There are only ten left in it, she not only saves some use, but also must be very careful - when the match is lit in the dark, the faint fire can only illuminate a small space. Outside of this faint and bright space, it will be darker than before, like the darkness that can engulf consciousness.

Holding a match, Lin San’s gaze quickly turned around in a faint yellow furniture.

The fire was dim and dull, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time. It was unreliable; Lin San’s heart was absently watching a few laps, and there were too many problems in his mind, and he even felt that his ears were ringing. But she was lucky, and in this case she still found a small footprint, just stepping on a light-colored sofa, clearly indicating the direction of the deer leaves.

She blew it out before the match was hot, and peeled off a piece of sofa cover and wrapped the small wooden stick on the concrete floor in the center. After leaving this mark, Lin Sanji stepped on the huge sofa - the sofa cushion was very soft, and her feet were deeply stuck in the sofa when she was on the road.

Then her feet could not be pulled out.

One hand caught her ankle.