Doomsday Wonderland

"I... I ate hot spring eggs and fried noodles last night."

When this sentence was exported, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot of energy. The mouth confided to it, it was such a natural thing that it was natural, so that when she intended to suppress the speed of her own conversation, she even seemed uncomfortable.

She bit her tongue and forced herself to stop, not to pour out all the thoughts in her head.

Let me talk about a little delay, and then find a way...

"Good. Then?" The voice behind the door was full of encouragement.

Lin Sanjiu recalled it.

Everything opened the hot spring egg, and the thick heart of Chenghuang slipped into the plate from the protein--this scene she still remembers very clearly; the soy sauce fried noodles oily brown and rich aroma, in retrospect, also vividly. Although she confided her dinner to the eye-catching monster, it did not seem to have any abnormalities.

Her memory is still in the mind.

What happened, did she guess wrong?

"That..." She asked for something that was not painful, and tried to be as simple as possible: "Then I drank a glass of juice and went to the garden to take a step."

The man behind the door heard the news.

"...I don't think you are a rich man." He seemed to suddenly feel a little jealous: "You even have fruits and vegetables, eggs and gardens, and mix with fallen?"

Lin Sanjiu just had to open his mouth and slammed back to God, and once again bit his tongue. Compared to the confession, this kind of unconsciously started conversation is likely to reveal more information - she pretends that she is thinking, her eyes turn quietly.

The man behind the door was right, and he had been fighting with it all the time, except that the air had nothing to hide. The creature that once pretended to be the voice of Lin Sanjiu, is hidden somewhere in the dark, like a screenwriter, like a director, is creating every step of the activity that guides the longevity: "...Yes, you go to the right A flash, I didn’t expect to find a big guy waiting for you on the right side! You almost sent yourself straight into it."

The long-shoulders flashed to the right, and then they bounced like an electric shock. They almost didn't give themselves a head. It slammed into the mouth and slammed the right arm to the side - but didn't know that it was all useless.

"Go ahead." The voice behind the door is urging at this time.

The innumerable eyes of the black faint, as if with some kind of wonderful attraction, can attract people's emotions, feelings and thoughts - to attract deep, dark, but safe and warm holes.

If you can just give up the struggle, it will be much easier.

Lin Sanshen looked at the hole in front of him, tightened his fists hard, but still whispered: "I hope I can retire from here tonight..."

"Oh, yes, talk about your desires." The voice behind the door was slightly elevated.

"I just intend to borrow a road from the protection park. After all, this is the road I have traveled, and it is safer to go again." She murmured, "I did not expect that the protection park at night will become so Dangerous, even such non-human and non-degraded creatures have..."

The card at the foot is still lying on the ground. She never imagined that she would not be able to resist even tonight like this - now, she can only barely control her "talking" speed, and try to drag the time.

Slow down, go back a little.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly glimpsed and followed the thoughts of his own thoughts for a while.

Judgingly, she can't resist now... But isn't it a disguised, negative resistance to "control speed, just pick useless information?"

Why is this resistance possible?

What determines her "can't pick up the card", but "can suppress the speed"?

She faintly felt that once she found this key answer, she probably found the key to getting rid of the current situation.

"Yeah, our research has been carried out underground." The man behind the door smiled and interrupted her thoughts: "After all, on the bright side, we are only the base of the fallen species."

Lin San’s wine slammed his head and looked at it. The latter is still struggling with the imaginary enemy, accompanied by a phrase "Your leg has been cut a knife", it also screams out, splashing a piece of cloth and blood from the calf.

"It... is it produced here?" she asked, pointing to her long foot.

"Of course, I will know when I look at it," probably to seduce Lin Sanjiu to talk more. The voice behind the door replied with patience: "The fallen seeds produced by the blue leaves just after the end of the night have not left a few It is."

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and thought about picking a sentence. He looked at the dark creatures in front of him and slowly opened his mouth.

"The long-term is to avenge, it will kill you all."

This sentence is very smooth, and there is no obstacle at all - although this is one of her forms of "confrontational consciousness."

When the man behind the door slammed, Lin San wine lowered his eyes.

"With that fallen seed?" The man behind the door said, "My child is like a hyena, holding the fallen seed, and its life and death are in one sentence!"

"I will help it survive." She tried to whisper. No problem, this sentence is also said.

"Is it?" The man smiled again. "But don't you want to talk?"

“Think.” Lin Sanjiu looked back at the iron gate and replied: “Specially think. But—”

"but what?"

"I just want to say to it, I don't want you to hear it."

The man snorted: "Please feel free. Small hole, make sure she must talk to you."

The huge creature named "Small Hole" once again slowly lowered his face toward Lin Sanjiu - on the dark plane, he gradually opened more holes.

It is too difficult to keep a word without saying it under so many holes. However, at this time, Lin Sanjiu did not intend to fight his own desire to talk. She looked at the dense hole in front of her eyes and said with a very low voice: "I understand."

The "small hole" was facing her without moving, and probably did not understand.

"I understand what kind of rules you have for my influence on me." Her voice was so low that she could only hear it. When she left, she was drowned by the noise that came from far away. "It's actually very simple... If you say a is a point, I am b, then any direct confrontation between us is not allowed. I can't pick up the card to deal with you, it is equivalent to draw a straight line from point b. Connected to point a; but I can control the content and speed of my own conversation, because the ultimate object of 'control' is not yours. So I can help to survive, in which case it is the final object, point a There is still no direct confrontation between the point b and the point."

Lin Sanjiu stopped and slowly smiled.

"Finally found it," she whispered to herself. "That kind of fallen, it is best to thank me for a while."