Doomsday Wonderland

"My memory is influenced by the mother, and Spartan is dangerous now. I have to fight the brain in the direction of Meme's pointing. Don't look at the mother..."

"My memory is influenced by the mother, and Spartan is dangerous now. I have to fight the brain in the direction of Meme's pointing. Don't look at the mother..."

In the empty earth, the voice belonging to Lin Sanjiu is constantly ringing again and again, gradually drifting into the sky and dissipating vaguely.

Just a short half minute after the container was rushed out, Mihm had already re-recorded several times for her: he had to reinforce her impression over and over again when Lin San’s last memory had not completely subsided. The situation is getting worse and worse. Now, once he hesitates a little, Lin San will forget what he is doing.

This passage is in the repeated forgetting, sorrow, and the fear that comes from it, as if there is never an end. In the darkness that can’t be seen, she follows the instructions of Mihm and walks shallowly. Run before, until she heard the boy screamed: "Stop!"

"... fight the brain and fight against yourself..." From the tape recorder on the shoulder, another voice came from her own voice.

"At, at your ten o'clock, about ten meters away, that is, sir..." I don't know if it was because of fear or because of injury, every word of Mihm seems to be very difficult.

"What happened to him?" Lin Sanjiu remembered the memory yet, and quickly asked: "Is he alright?"

Mihm snorted and snorted loudly.

"what happened?"

"...Do you remember the brain that is called the mother?"

When his voice fell, Lin Sanjiu just listened to a recording again. She forgot the word "brain" in a blink of an eye, but finally remembered that she was about to fight a huge thing: "A little impression... Is Sbaan okay?"

"At least, at least the sergeant, he looks... no trauma. But when I just climbed over here, the sergeant was this upright posture, and even a hairline did not change. No, no, you should not go..."

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu remembered that he was very concerned about Spartan - it seems that as long as it is something that has nothing to do with that thing, her memory is still intact.

Mihm was quiet for a few seconds. In the dead soil, she could clearly hear the boy's heartbeat, and then slammed her back. He was full of fearful heat, and his hands and feet were cold on her shoulders.

"That brain... that brain." Mehm whispered softly. "It... it's so big... I can't see the top of it now."

He must look up?

The hair on the back of Lin Sanjiu stood up: "What do you mean, is it close to us now?"

Mihm shuddered and sighed.

"It's just behind the sergeant, a dozen or a few steps away..." His voice shook as if it had to be broken into pieces: "It's getting closer to the sergeant..."

"How come?" Lin Sanshui was shocked. "Isn't that something big? It's going to be close to Spartan. We didn't hear anything about what we just did?"

Mimm took a sigh of relief and suddenly hurriedly pressed the button of the recorder a few times; when the tape was spinning, he whispered: "It doesn't move."

"What do you mean?"

"I... I don't describe it well. This brain is still in the position when I left. But it seems to be very soft and very elastic. It is slowly stretching in the direction of the chief, like... It’s like a person who has a mouth."

This analogy, let Lin San wine fight a battle without any reason.

However, when a chill passed, she had forgotten why she was chilling. Why is there a layer of cloth in front of me? Where is she?

When she was lost, her voice came from her ear. It seems that she had already recorded it: "My memory is influenced by the mother..." - Lin Sanqu has listened a few words in confusion, after Suddenly people were photographed on the back: "Come, go and bring the lord over!"

Lin Sanjiu realized that he was carrying a man, it should be the boy named Mihm. She had no time to ask what Spartan had, and she forgot that she had already asked it once, and could only follow the direction of Meim’s direction and step forward to find the way forward.

"Two more steps forward," Mihm was so nervous that his voice was sharp. "The steps are not too big. We have already come to it. Are you smelling this smell?"

Lin San wine's vision was deprived, and other senses were more sensitive; she endured this odor, her arm stroked a few laps, and the fingertip suddenly touched something in the air, it felt like human skin, immediately Backhand grabbed it up -

"do not!"

Mihm’s voice shouted too late, just a short moment in a backhand, Lin San wine did not touch Spartan.

A slippery, soft, shell-like texture, concave and convex, undulatingly trapped in her hand.

With the screams that Mihm couldn't control, she forgot what she was doing at this moment.

"Hurry to hide, pull on the sergeant, back! Back!"

The boy’s screaming screamed against one of the ears, and the other side heard her own voice; Lin San’s wine slammed back and felt the thing stunned back. She now doesn't understand what she's touching, and she doesn't know why she is carrying a person—in a mess, she raises her hand subconsciously and wants to take off the towel on her eyes.

"Don't! Grab the serge!" Mimm called a half sentence and suddenly struggled. The voice was confusing because of panic and anger. He jerked out from her back and pulled out half of her body. The weight suddenly called Lin. Three wines, a loss of balance - she did not have time to untie the towel, she was planted on the ground.

She couldn't see anything, it was difficult to stand firm, and she fell on a cool, slippery thing; the mucus suddenly covered her half body, and in the heavy suffocation, the thing slowly squirmed and covered. The shell was a little bit attached to her and opened.

"It opened its mouth!" Mem yelled aloud during the continuous replay of the recorder. He only shouted four words, but one word sounded farther than a word; he seemed to be rolling forward at a high speed, and the sound was getting farther away: "Hurry, grab me quickly, it is attracting me. The brain is falling out of an opening! Don't let the sergeant be sucked in!"

Lin Sanjiu just raised his hand to take off the towel, bite his teeth, and hold back the life--"Don’t look at the mother," the taper just said this sentence, "must fight with your will, don't obey." it!"

She gasped and climbed up from the ground and leaped in the direction of Mehm - but she now covered her eyes, and the sense of direction was also affected. This jump happened to be full of a person; the man was on time She rolled down to the ground, and a heavy muffled sound on the back of the head seemed to be hit hard.

Mem screamed in the end, and Spartan got a cold breath and snorted in the ear of Lin San.

"How," Spartan just woke up and was full of confusion: "I... Where am I?"

Lin San wine has time to explain - the memories she had just been provoked by the tape recorder are now gradually dissipating like a smog; she hurriedly shouted "Don't look back at the mother! I am going to save Mim!", then prop up The ground jumped up.

"Wait," Spartan suddenly grabbed her ankle, and her voice suddenly spurred: "Your Majesty!"

Why is this again?

"fast!"

Probably because she didn't react to her for a while, Spartan immediately had an action - Lin Sanjiu felt that he had hit the back of his knee, and suddenly his calf was soft, and he was pushed by the homeopathic force and fell heavily on the ground again. .

When her face broke into the same moment in the land, she vaguely felt that the gap in the towel seemed to be lit by a blue light; something slammed from the back of her head, leaving a cool feeling.

Then a sharp and painful roar suddenly swayed from the depths of the two minds; the inaudible, boundless voice seemed to press the minds of the two with the same weight. The mother king struggled and thundered, and the ground could not shake. In the dusty soil, Lin Sanji slammed on the ground and whispered, "What is that?"

"If I just glanced back, I forgot." Spartan gasped and replied. "When I rushed out, I put down a 'guardian'... Once I was attacked by external forces, the guardian column It will be activated automatically."

The attack released by the guardian column was originally directed at Lin Sanjiu; fortunately, Spartan pushed her to push it in time, which made her save a life--and the mother is too big, almost covering this Half of the area in the cavity was hit by the blue light without any suspense.

[guardian column]

A wooden stick from an Indian tribe, if you can stand up straight after releasing your hand, you can bring guard and counter all damage. But it is old and dirty, and its shape is round and round. When it stands up, it will fall to the ground; it is said that only the descendants of the tribe's blood and full of sincerity can make it stand upright on the ground by prayer, which is equivalent to one. Root waste.

In order to sell it at a good price, the arsenal put a metal casing on it, installed a ring of amplifiers, and added a bracket for water, land and air. This guardian column suddenly became worth a hundred times - because it can no longer go down. It is.

Although the blue light hit the mother, it seemed to only call it a little hurt; after the heavy voice screamed for a while in the spirit of the two, it gradually gradually subsided, and it seemed that the injury was not heavy.

Then, the ground shook again; this time the tremor was very regular, as if the behemoth was going backwards a little bit.

"Mim, Mihm was sucked into the thing!" Lin Sanjiu remembered the memory clearly, and quickly shouted: "But you can't look back!"

The two couldn't see it, and they didn't know the situation. It had been ten seconds since the last scream of Mihm, and the boy never made any more noise - their only pair of eyes disappeared.

Lin Sanjiu called out [Tornado Whip] and climbed up; after ensuring that the towel was still tightly wrapped, she fumbled and walked over to the source of Memm's voice in memory. I don't know if it is an illusion. It seems that after the mother is injured, the time for her memory to stay is a little longer.

There is no other way at the moment, she must try her luck with such a clumsy method - that thing is huge, can't the cats touch a dead elephant?

"Wait a minute, you don't have to hurry." Spartan suddenly called her again, and the sound was hard, like a stone that was frozen in winter. "Your painter is coming...you turned around first."

Lin San wine glimpsed, and his heart gradually became cool, or turned around.

"Take the towel down."

She hesitated for a moment and untied the towel.

The moment I regained my vision, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief from my heart. The tape recorder fell to the ground, the tape was still turning, playing her voice; Spartan sat on the ground, and the naked upper body seemed to be a solidified statue, motionless. In the gleam of the earth that did not know where it was lit up, the artist was standing in front of the two, holding a picture in his hand.

This time he painted the mother king, and the canvas didn't know what to **** in and it looked complete. In a brain filled with dirt and ditch, a black secluded slit was cracked, and a little blue light flashed, which seemed to be the wound that had just been hit.

Lin Sanjiu could not look away from the ground in the painting.

A thin, headless body, like a thin leaf, lying quietly on the ground. My mother, no, the 26th is no more, leave a day, to pour the jet lag! This news, together with the gentleman of the moon, said that it seems that I am a little shameless... but I think we are so familiar, you can understand, thank you for your reward and wrong love. I don't know why the time difference has a great impact on me. It was a walking dead a few days ago. Wait for me to take a day off, so that I can wake up and update again. Thank you, rabbit leader, 绾慬 (a lot!), Xiao Jingdi, soccerk, Sun and Moon Master, hand-painted empty city, small kkk, dis Suyuan, and what is the heart of the heart, thorns Anna and other people's rewards and monthly votes!