Doomsday Wonderland

How do you lead the way in places where there is no road?

Lin Sanshui’s gaze went out along the high iron gate until it was swallowed up by the distant fog and then fell back to Spartan.

“People who are not familiar with the twelve organizations often have a misunderstanding.”

The blond man standing in the backlight seemed to smile at her in the dim night. He raised his finger and pointed at the tall iron gate and whispered: "...Every organization occupies a place, each has its own building, so outsiders always think that they are also like the surface, adjacent to each other but irrelevant. ""

"Isn't that the case?" Lin Sanjiu looked at him.

The influence of the force field on him was like a blockage, and he could only advance in an inch of his strength; his voice was a little bit rushed, but it was much more stable than she had just been.

"That's because they want the rest of the world to have such misunderstandings."

Obviously not his mother tongue, Spartan's low-pitched voice has a wonderful and natural rhythm, like the ability to disturb the mind and break into the depths of the smoke in the voice.

"What do you mean?"

"……Do you like music?"

Lin San wine smashed: "I - I like it very much."

Spartan whispered as if a hand suddenly grabbed the human heart and gently released it.

“I have always been grateful for the existence of music. The notes from various instruments form a few different parts, but they respond to each other and entangle each other, eventually resonating into beautiful music.”

Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure out what it had to do with the organization of the twelve, and the way out, and he could only look at him doubtfully.

Spartan didn't explain it, but just turned back and gestured to her - his fingers were on the iron-walled iron door, and she understood.

Before the action, she finally glanced at the long distance not far from the ground.

She won't see it again in the future, don't worry about it attacking herself. In the shop selling milk cakes, it might be empty for a few days, and then replaced with another fallen species. The one who took the initiative to give her a guide, the heart of the fallen seed for the purpose of saving money, like other countless lives that have disappeared from the universe. Even if it leaves any mark, it will be like a footprint on the beach, and it will be wiped out from the world by the wind and the waves.

Not only it, Lin San wine looked at Spartan and lowered his eyes back two steps.

We will all welcome that day, no one will remember that we existed, our lives and joys and sorrows.

She squatted down and rushed to the iron gate and rushed to the past; by her own leaping power, she raised her hand and slammed the edge of the iron gate, and climbed to the top as soon as she turned over.

The starlight fell like a wave of cliffs and fell into her sight.

On the ground, it is difficult to accurately determine how wide the high door is so widened; until it is turned up, Lin Sanjiu realizes that the door is wide enough to accommodate a car. She walked back and forth a few steps and stopped to look into the distance. The long wall that stood tall in the air stretched toward the front of the night, as if it allowed her to run along it, run into the sky, and rush into the end of the unknown world.

The shadow of Spartan fell silently at her feet.

"Do you see the arsenal in the distance?" His low-pitched, soft voice was like a wave of dreams floating up. "Do you know why I want it?"

Lin Sanji shook his head. The lines that make up the shadow of the steel factory are unaffected, connected straight and reliably to each other, and become a vague, hard shadow in the far square.

"Because I have the ability to get it."

Spartan bowed her head on her shoulder and sighed with warm breathing on her neck. "It's not the only thing in the world that can belong to me... Although there has been a bit of twists and turns in the process of getting it, it is still mine. I sympathize with those who try to stand between me and it."

Lin San’s heart jumped and he refused to respond.

Has he already guessed - already guessed why he came alone?

Spartan sighed softly as she kept silent. She felt that he seemed to turn his head and look at the direction of the long corpse.

"I hope that you can enjoy the music that the twelve organizations play tonight, as I do." He whispered, "The next step I will show you, only a few people in the doomsday world know."

Not waiting for Lin Sanjiu to respond, she suddenly felt a slight shock at her feet.

It is hard to imagine that such a heavy, wide, tall steel gate was so quiet when moving - the subtle friction was blown by the wind and scattered into the night. Only the long iron gate under the foot, under the operation of gears and hinges, opened in a section of ten meters as a unit, like a lot of giant bricks scattered slowly, and scattered under the night sky.

"What you see, towering into the blue sky," Spartan's voice floated gently in the light of the hustle and bustle. "It's all pieced together. For every unit, I call it' Note '. If you find the right baton, you can play the music you want."

Lin Sanshui looked almost stunned at everything in front of him: the giant iron gates were divided into two rows, and the ground seemed to be folded by layers of invisible force, constantly rolling forward and kneeling at the feet of the two. She could see the trails, walls, and courtyards that had just been trapped in it, wrapped in dark shadows of various shapes, and was scattered under the night—the space seemed to suddenly come alive, in the muscles, The pulsation of blood vessels and heartbeats gradually reshapes a new look.

In its new look, the "Rare Animal Protection Park" is like a quicksand, and the arsenal gradually changes from a distant steel silhouette to the ground - this feeling is very weird, very unreasonable, but Lin San wine But I really felt that this familiar city of steel seems to have risen a little from the ground.

"How is this... what happened?" She suspected she was dreaming. "What about those people and monsters in the park?"

"There is no one to protect the park at all." He laughed intimately. "Are you seeing anyone behind the door?"

No.

"That's right." Lin San wine cellar listened to him and continued to say: "After many years of cooperation, the twelve organizations... have achieved symbiosis by rooting in each other. The organization is one, even though it still has twelve faces. The protection park you see here is actually taking out another part of the 'notes' weaved from the arsenal. In order to have a symbiotic relationship with the arsenal. It can change its appearance at any time and exert different functions. The special creatures it cultivates will become the defense of the arsenal."

"And just right, I have a baton that can manipulate this part of the voice."