Doomsday Wonderland

Perhaps Lin Sanjiu made a noise in excitement, and the black shadow in front suddenly stopped chewing and raised a round head.

"Who?"

The mouth of the small preserved egg is wet, and the spit is still mixed with the liquid in the mouth. He climbed up with the support of the same kind of matchsticks, and a pair of convex white eyeballs had a faint light edge in the darkness. He took a nose and immediately identified the position of Lin San, and turned his head toward the cabinet where she was.

"Sister, it's you," said the little egg, "I smell the smell of your body."

In his mouth, the shadow of a small piece of minced meat slipped out of his mouth; he was busy catching it and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Smell the smell?

Lin Sanjiu had just crossed the thought, only to see that the big eyes had come close, and stopped in the black seam between the cabinets, facing her eyes, staring at her for a few seconds without a word.

She was in a state of suspicion, and the shadow suddenly reached into the gap between the cabinets - looking at a dead finger like her, she licked her scalp and immediately called out [a small anesthesia gun] The palm of the hand released a shot.

Her counterattack was unexpectedly smooth; accompanied by a slight metal impact, the small preserved egg only whispered half a whisper, and then “snapped” and fell down, Lin Sanjiu took a breath.

The gun came from the Garden of Eden. The dose of anesthesia was not pity for the target. It might be enough to lay down an elephant. Whether the small egg is a "replica" or a walking corpse, it can be blocked with an anesthetic. His nerves respond.

The shadow that fell to the ground seemed to be still undulating, and the amplitude was so small that it was almost impossible to detect.

Until she regained her gaze, Teacher Yi asked, "What is that?"

"I don't know." Lin Sanjiu wiped the sweat on his forehead. Just listening to this familiar voice, even the spirit is much looser. She hurriedly explained a few words, while squeezing through the furniture and asking: "How is my consciousness? Is it enough to seal my hearing with it?"

"Enough is enough," Yi teacher seems to have read the part of her memory. The situation is very fast: "But your consciousness is not recovering much, only enough to do one thing. You are going to use it. Acting as your senses, or want to use it to mimic?"

The spirit of Lin Sanjiu was alive and he couldn’t help but smile.

Is this still used?

She couldn't understand what happened with her companions - especially the life and death of the puppeteer, who had been hanging over her head like a dark cloud. She must rely on Ji Shanqing's mind.

She sighed long and saw that the shadow of the little preserved egg had been left behind, so she sat down in the narrow space in front of a bedside table, and then refilled the paper, then lowered her eyes. After the package disappeared, this was the first time Lin Sanjiu had recalled his memories in his mind.

They used to lie together under the stars to wait for the dawn, and they also licked the same pot of hot soup on the side of the road. Lin Sanjiu used to card half of the bookstore for him. Sometimes the gift bag leaned on her shoulder, holding her head and holding a book and flipping the page lazily. Occasionally turned to the interesting passage, he read it for her, the sound is clear like a pebbled creek; the wind blows, his fine hair and clean soap smell, go to Lin San wine together Flutter in the nose.

It is hard to imagine that in those moments of mutual dependence, the package always maintains a lie to her.

"Don't think it's useless," said the teacher, who couldn't help but interject. "Imitate his thoughts and put his character and way of thinking into your mind... You know what to do, don't just remember."

Lin San wine vomited and nodded: "OK, I will come again."

However, when she closed her eyes, the voice of the gift bag was clear to her ears without her control.

"sister,"

Ji Shanqing sat on the edge of the roof of a building, and the black hair was blown by the wind under the blue sky. He rolled up the book and reached it on his chin. He bowed his head and smiled at her: "What if one day we suddenly separated?"

She forgot what she had answered at that time, probably nothing more than words like "work hard not to separate."

"In the doomsday world, this kind of thing is accurate." Ji Shanqing seems to be not satisfied with her answer.

"Then what do you say?" Lin Sanjiu also laughed, extending his arm behind him, lest he accidentally planted it.

"I don't know." He occasionally licked his lips and looked like a blushing flower fell on a piece of white jade. "If there is an 'anchor', just fix one of us. Then the other person knows where to find it."

Lin Sanjiu was laughing at the time.

Can no longer reincarnate, probably the dream of every evolver -

"Lin classmate!" The teacher's voice suddenly cut off her thoughts sharply, and called Lin Sanjiu opened his eyes. "I didn't say it, memories don't make you start the mimetic. You don't have much time, don't think about it anymore."

"I don't know how, I can't control it." Lin Sanjiu was also a bit annoyed. She didn't expect that she would still have the old age to start the [consciousness mimicry]. After doing a few deep breaths, before the third attempt to launch the ability, she did not forget to glance around and make sure that there was no gap in the furniture.

It was only her gaze that had just turned a turn, but she suddenly went back and stopped at a large closet. Even in the dark night, the huge mark engraved on the closet door still faintly reveals a vague side - that is the sign she left behind.

This is the wardrobe that the so-called "mortem of the doll" walked in.

"What?" asked the teacher in his mind.

"Nothing," Lin Sanshui’s gaze seemed to be stuck in the closet, and it was finally collected. She bowed her head. "I will try again."

When the voice fell, she also dropped her eyelids. However, after two seconds, Lin Sanjiu found that he unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the wardrobe.

What are you looking at in the closet? She questioned herself. The little preserved egg is not even a living person. If he lures Lin Sanji into the closet, how can he be serious?

That is to say, Lin Sanjiu always feels that there is a thought in the depths of his mind that is constantly stirring; this feeling is very uncomfortable, as if a small stone is in the shoe, but how to find it can not find.

In the description of the small preserved egg, the puppet teacher with his head and feet on his feet... walked into the closet... the head of the white fat man... the doll... the layer of the doll, can take off and wear... ...

The ability is always unable to start, and the teacher’s voice sounds a little desperate: "I said, what the **** are you today-"

"I know!"

Lin San wine suddenly shouted, and the night provoked countless embarrassment. When the words were exported, she discovered that she was not only talking to the teacher in her mind, but even shouting out her voice; she closed her mouth and said to her teacher in the heart: "I, although I did not initiate the mimetic, but I suddenly figured it out!"

"What do you think of?"

Lin San jumped up and slammed the coffee table around him. There is no need to mimic a package, because it's too simple—just like the word spelling game she played when she was a child, all the letters are in front of them, just arrange them in the right order.

"I know what happened to the doll division." Under the excitement, she even rushed to breathe a lot. "This is a clear thing - the doll is not dead, but the little egg is also true!" At least, at least the part about the puppet teacher should be the truth."

"It’s really hard, I still read your watch directly," the teacher snorted with dissatisfaction. After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard her "ah" in her mind slowly and suddenly realized: "It turns out!"

By pinpointing the alphabetic order, you can spell out a word; finding out the order of these seemingly messy situations can restore the other side of the story.

1, before entering the furniture cemetery, Polva has already taken off a few layers of "skin body."

2, after entering the furniture cemetery, Polva has at least removed a layer of "sleeve baby body" - this point, there is a person's head as evidence.

3, every time Polva takes off a layer, it is a small circle.

4, the doll division is still half a head taller than Lin Sanjiu.

5, the puppet teacher seriously injured in a coma, can only be carried by Polva.

6, Lin Sanjiu knows that when Polva intends to re-enter his "skin body", he must find a place that no one can see. At that time, the soul queen also laughed at him for this.

"It turned out that he was too small at the time, so when he was carrying the doll into the closet, from a distance, he could only see the puppet master, but he couldn't see Polva. It is no wonder that the little preserved egg will be a doll. The teacher’s actions were so strangely described, what was hanging on the head and on the feet... because he was not walking at the time.” Teacher Yi murmured, “Who can think, the facts are so simple. You If you find it early, you can save a big circle..."

"Don't go around this, I can't find it."

"What do you plan to do now?"

Lin Sanjiu sighed and reached for the doorknob. She gently opened the door of the cabinet, and the darkness in the closet seemed to be able to devour all the darkness and waited for it. According to the small preserved egg, they have never come out of the closet - she doesn't know if it is credible; but what else can she do besides being suspicious?

She could already smell the peculiar mildness inside the old wooden wardrobe and caged her with the darkness.

"I have to go in and find them."