Doomsday Wonderland

Human bones...

This is the human bones.

Lin San was sitting cross-legged on the ground and staring at a small pile of broken bones in front of him.

She didn't know when she started, she was able to distinguish human bones, perhaps because she had seen too many unconsciously.

When she picked up this small pile of long and short bones from the rubbish, she left a more god, and she pulled out a hair from some dark black material. This kind of hair is very strange. Once it falls, it will become particularly disgusting, not to mention that they are entangled like thick nets at the moment, capturing countless mud, worms and grass roots; the hair owner is definitely dead, this A little bit makes them even more nausea.

"There is a lot of hair in this volume, it doesn't seem to fall off naturally." Lin Sanjiu remembered the copy of her hair and began to wonder if there was any connection between the two: "Broken bones, dead hair... appeared In the copy..."

Throwing her hair, she wiped her fingers on her trousers.

The copy also said that there are many people who can't crack the secret room, and they have been killed and killed here. In this way, the remains of some human corpses are also normal...

Although her reason tells her so much, there is always a lingering sense of alienity in Lin San's heart. These human remnants have faintly touched her instinctive intuition.

What is wrong with it?

The skylight was slowly mixed with dizzy red, the sun was falling more and more, and her shadow was pulled long, and it was cast on the concrete floor in front of her eyes, like another black body that fell down. Presumably there have been many evolutionists before, like lying on the ground like this, ushered in death.

"If the package is here, he must have cracked the secret room."

Lin Sanji sighed and looked up at the sky. The setting sun is already touching the horizon at the other end, and she can still use the natural light. The remnant twilight fell on the card in the hand, and the reflected light was swallowed up. [Hey? Sister] Half of this line.

"Contact him! Ask him for his opinion," said the teacher. "Are you not worried about his condition?"

The card disappeared, the contactor replaced it, and the metal corner flashed in the sun.

Lin Sanji looked at it and hesitated for a while. He didn't call Jishanqing, but he was reluctant to take it back and finally put it on the floor.

"Because I was worried about him, I couldn't contact him." She stood up and walked toward the grass in front: "He is probably at risk... I can't let him be distracted because of me. Ok, it counts. What other things?"

"That can be much more." Teacher Yi sighed: "There is still a large piece of thick wire mesh, no head and no tail, I don't know what to do. There are a few pieces of scattered clothes, such as a coat, a pair of pants..."

While listening to the statistics, Lin Sanjiu carefully checked the ground; before the sun completely fell, she hoped that she could at least rebuild the other half of the warehouse.

Bending over the wild grass and looking for things on the ground is a time-consuming and horrific job; as the sun becomes more and more bleak, the soil between the grass roots is gradually swallowed up by the shadows. When Twilight finally retreated to the night, Lin Sanjiu called out [Capability Polishing Agent], and looked at the iron frame on the ground in the silver light and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait," she yelled at the teacher who was still sorting out the statistics. "What is this thing for?"

The iron frame, which has been rusted, was once firmly embedded in the ground. Now it is still holding a few concrete slabs and extending out of the grass intermittently. Because of the missing parts, she can’t see the iron. How long the box was originally.

"Isn't this a door frame?" Lin Sanjiu observed it for a while, only to be dubious. It looks a lot like the frame at the bottom of the iron gate.

"That's weird." Teacher Yi asked. "You see that there are the same cement floor pieces on both sides. If this is the door, it means that the same floor is used inside and outside the warehouse. ”

In general, shouldn't it be a sidewalk or a road like a building?

No matter how carefully you look at it, there is only one piece of soil in front of you.

"Is this the door," she said, and she stood up and said, "There is a way to check it out."

After all, she lifted her foot across the iron frame and took a big step into the weeds in front; almost the second step just fell, her boots stepped on the concrete floor again – she returned to a row Rows of shelves in the secret room.

She turned her head and looked at the wild grass in the distance. She stayed in the original [ability grinding agent], and she dyed the grass leaves with silver and light.

... sure enough, it is the door to the warehouse.

The gate represents the end of the "secret room space". If you don't use the correct method to break the chamber, you will return to the secret room at the moment you cross the end point - this copy seems to move or fold the space.

"I finally found where the door is!" Lin Sanji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smiled: "This is a big breakthrough."

"What's next? Looking for a key?"

"Maybe... but I only found a door frame, there is no chain, how to open the door?" She walked over and picked up the [ability grinding agent], and took a picture. Now the night is completely dark, and with this small light source, it is difficult for her to find the key so inconspicuous things.

No, this order is not right... Before there is a key, there should be a wall, a door on the wall, and a lock on the door.

After the cement floor was spread with the power of the description, the grass disappeared, and the entire warehouse finally began to have a warehouse. Based on the existing two walls, Lin Sanjiu tried to reconstruct the other two walls - in her view, the four walls should be the same; but I don't know what happened, no matter how she describes it, the other two walls are There is no movement.

"There are too few tips for this broken copy." She irritatedly pulled the debris pile with her toes and complained, "There is no key in the garbage, can give me any clues-"

I didn't finish a sentence, just listening to the "when", a small thing fell on the concrete floor.

Lin Sanjiu and Yi teacher were quiet at the same time.

A key with only half a small thumb is covered with a layer of yellow rust, and even if it is exposed to silver, it does not reflect.

"No, no?" When she grabbed the key, the teacher snorted and opened her mouth. "The copy is so simple - so cooperative - just give us the key?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't believe his luck for a while, and looked at it back and forth several times under the silver light; the key in the palm was small and thin, and after removing the yellow rust, I was afraid to be slender.

"Strange, when I just counted the statistics, I didn't have this key?" Teacher Yi remembered another question.

It seems to have just fallen out of the debris pile.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the pile of messy, dirty and debris on the ground, and suddenly he thought about it, bending over and grabbing the corner of a piece of cloth; reaching out and pulling it, the dirty ash that had accumulated for a long time was once again vacated - She covered her nose and mouth and raised her arm.

It is the coat that was mentioned in the statistics.

Because of the dirty and dirty, she almost couldn't recognize the color of the coat. When she thought about it, she took out the jeans and grabbed them together for a few times. She was also beaten by dust. Sneeze.

Lin Sanjiu has a very simple speculation: since the key was not found in the first retreading, it means that it was installed in something at first, and then it fell out. Among the piles of debris, only the pockets of clothes or trousers can be put into a key.

“This warehouse is full of women's clothing, and the same style is packed in the same size.” She talked to the teacher and slammed the ash on her clothes: “Only they are so alone. Still men's clothing."

Not to mention the key...

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and raised his coat. It seems to be a windproof suit worn by outdoor sports. The texture is strong, so it survived to the present; its pocket is not as deep as jeans. If you put a key inside, it is easy to slide out.

At night without artificial light, black is like ink, and even with the ability to polish, it is difficult to see the dirty and rag-like clothing. Moreover, it is originally black, it is even less -

"Eh?"

She glanced at the shirt immediately, took a close look at the shoulder and looked at the back.

The shoulders and collars, including the front chest and the hem, are dark blue that has been worn away and faded. Only the back and the abdomen are a large piece of irregular dark black, and the cloth seems to be more faint than other places; in the vest, the cloth is torn by a hole.

"It turned out that it wasn't black..." Lin Sans whispered. "The owner of this coat used to bleed a lot and soaked the clothes all over.... This mouth on the back is probably a sharp weapon like a knife. Cut."

A copy of the secret room will not kill with a knife, and the deceased may be killed by a companion who has been mistaken into the copy - although it is hard to imagine a knife in the area, it can take the life of an evolutionist, but if the deceased has already been weak and hurt It is not impossible.

This explanation seems reasonable, but Lin Biao's brow has never been released.

The ink color has not been seen for a long time! On the occasion of the reunion is a piece of Hessian, I can say that I am very grateful... But what makes me feel happy is that I have been seeing the old reader’s name. The end of the day has been written all the time, there are always old readers in the company, very warm... Also rewarded the singer and the younger sister of Lin Sanjiu, I feel that you are definitely an old reader, but you have a harem series vest... ...so who are you? Thank you, the rabbit leader, changed the name to vote for the moon ticket, Ayama wild, dashu, Xiaojing Emperor, book friend 20171107070722919, Mumbai's Fu Jin, Yun Zhu mirror, Mo Xiaohua, 179688148277 (this is completely idiotic name), oh Do not make trouble, the sun and the moon master, Yun Shou, magnesium aluminum, do not like to go downstairs, quiet and quiet thinking, Piaget DDDD, clear sky forest and other people's rewards and monthly votes! I slept too late recently, and my sleep is worse every day. Every day I feel like walking dead...