Doomsday Wonderland

As long as it is an opponent that can be seen and touched, there is nothing terrible. When Lin Sanshui’s gaze is directed at the huge white face in the sky, this is the first thought that floats in her mind.

After a few seconds, the second thought became: this can't be beaten.

The geisha's general face, after she met her four eyes, slammed back and slammed back, and she retracted into the dark night, almost rushing to think she thought she had an illusion; Lin San wine was busy twisting her body, her eyes were on I swept around in a quick circle, and I don’t know how many large vases still stand quietly like the genius, but I can’t find the face anywhere.

"Music," Lin Sanjiu took the initiative and rushed back to the vase just now. He bowed his head to the black-painted bottle and said, "You listen to me, I need you to describe a power to me!"

"What ability?"

"My--" She suddenly stopped.

She paused and looked down at the bottle.

Is the sound of Musin like this?

"You talk," when Lin Sanji stared at the darkness in the bottle, he only heard the next sentence in the vase: "Is it a thing that can make you play--"

That sentence is only halfway through, she has jumped out in a conditioned reflex, and blocked her ears again; [Pygmalion collar] is coldly attached to the neck, and finally there is no heat. Not waiting for the things in the vase to poke out of the face, she immediately rushed back and smashed the vase with one foot.

The vase was cracked and sprinkled with countless large and small pieces, pouring down on the concrete floor; however, the debris was empty and nothing. There is no Mu Xin, nor the huge face of the geisha.

"Music!" Lin San wine hands and death pressed the paper ball in his ears, his eyes swept over the shadow of one and another vague vase: "Where are you, stretch your hand!"

All the furniture and vases were smeared and faint, without a trace of anger. It was only a few seconds, and everything was silent, as if what happened just was an illusion.

No matter which vase it is, it does not extend the palm of the human hand.

Lin Sanji waited for a few seconds in amazement and slowly walked forward along the vase. That should be the real Mu Xin, she can't leave him alone. "Musin, where are you?" she whispered, her voice sounding weird in the ears of the paper.

Separated from the paper group, she can also feel the silence around her; Lin San wine puts her hands down, no longer rubbing her ears to make noise. She cautiously pulled each vase over and glanced at it, and each vase was only a black lacquer. The mouth of the bottle is probably only as big as a human head, and it cannot accommodate the shoulders of any adult. Probably this is why Mu Xin just didn't come out.

The interior, cracks and holes of the furniture are actually in the passage of another space; Lin Sanjiu thought about it, suddenly took a forehead and couldn't help but sigh - she suddenly understood why she couldn't find Mu Xin.

In exchange for her words, if they can't come out of the vase, they will naturally give up the vase and find a passage that will allow her to go out. Lin Sanjiu screams at the night around him and rushes toward the other side. My heart could not help but blame myself for being stupid.

At the edge of the end of the vase array, there are countless large cabinets that are twisted and twisted. Among the nearby furniture, only those cabinets are large enough to allow an adult man to push the door out.

Lin Sanjiu quickly passed through the vase and hurriedly approached the large wardrobes; the horizontal black shadows of the wardrobe stood at night, tightly licking each other, leaving only a narrow strip between the cabinet and the cabinet. air.

As soon as she approached, she only heard a "shock" sound, and penetrated the paper ball into her ear. Lin San wine raised his eyes and found the source of the sound.

A wardrobe door opened.

Because the gap between the closets was too narrow, the door only opened a half, and it hit the opposite wardrobe.

Lin Sanshui held his breath and pressed his fingers on the paper ball, always ready to slam them; she stared at the half-opened wardrobe door, and did not say anything.

Is it Mu Xin?

A fuzzy shadow shook under the door and took it back; maybe it was a foot, but Lin Sanjiu was not sure. The man whispered something and shook the door. He seemed to be trying to squeeze out between the doors, but after a long while, in addition to shaking the door, it always Did not squeeze into the narrow gap.

Lin Sanjiu took a step slowly and opened the [sounding glimpse of the horizon].

"Really," the sound behind the door was blurred by the paper group. She roughly listened to these words. "How is it so narrow..."

Just as she was about to take the second step, the man behind the door suddenly quieted for a moment. As if she felt her presence, the closet door suddenly recovered a little, and then in the upper space that was vacated, a line of white was revealed.

The white line gradually extended out, forming a nose with a high shape and fair complexion; when the eyes just fell, Lin San wine was relieved when he arrived - the nose she just knew, it was Polva!

Polva’s nose was very cautiously going out, and gradually revealed her forehead, chin, and eyes in the shadow... “Is there anyone here?” he asked softly, not as if he had to find out that there was No one seems to be afraid of scaring someone.

Polva may not be resolved. When he sees danger, he can smash the layer of "body" like a shell, which is equivalent to a few more lives than others; and he has always been with the doll, if it happens to analyze him, he It turned out to be the one who didn't need to be resolved.

Lin Sanjiu slowly approached the closet while thinking. Even if this person is also a "replica", as long as it is a face-to-face battle, she is not afraid at all - at most, the teeth are a little tired.

"Who?"

White fat man hid behind the closet door and suddenly called again - he apparently felt someone.

Lin San wine has quietly entered between the two wardrobes. Although she is thin and lean, she can barely walk in the narrow air, but it will inevitably make a sound; just as she leans on a closet and stops her foot, she only feels that the wardrobe board is slightly shaking, and then something seems to slam This row of wardrobes.

When the door slammed, she was a stunner. She found that Polva behind the door seemed to be hit by the thing; Lin San had no time to react, and she saw that the face of Polva suddenly flew out from behind the door— - A human head crossed the night sky, hit the opposite wardrobe, and the bones rolled on the ground.

It was the head of Polva; he had dark eyes in his eyes, and his neck was so messy that he seemed to be bitten by countless rodents.

However, the eyes of Lin Sanjiu are not at the break of Polva at this time.

Her gaze fell on the ground with her head, and at the same time she fell on the huge white face that protruded from the bottom of the closet door. The geish-like big face faintly explored, and she was almost touching her calf between her unconsciously.

"Lin Sanjiu!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout in the closet, and the whip in her hand stopped. The sound of Mu Xin’s voice came from a distant place, and it sounded vaguely: “There is also a passage in the furniture. ,I'm not--"

It seems that he thought that Lin Sanjiu had not found this, but this sentence wasted the only opportunity for the two to communicate.

Because Mu Xin’s sentence was just finished, the face of Zhang Yi’s face suddenly opened his mouth; Lin Sanjiu knew what it was doing, and hurriedly covered his ears with his hands and slammed the paper **** in his ears. Mu Xin still seems to be shouting something in the closet, but she can't hear a word.

In this case, she can not only let Mu Xin help her to launch the collar, she did not even dare to trust the wood in the closet - because from the impact of the previous one, he is now in the same face with the geisha In a closet.

Lin Sanji didn’t want to touch the face of the geisha with her own hand. Just as she waved her hand and called out the [tornado whip], the white face was re-applied and retracted. In the closet.

The sound of Mu Xin disappeared.