Doomsday Wonderland

Clearly closed and not allowed to enter and exit, how can anyone still be there?

Bohemian frowns, only to hear that the footsteps of the crowds are very close, it sounds more than one person; she hurried back two steps, and quickly knocked three on the other triangle wall. When the scenery in the wall was like a wave of water, she couldn't wait to see it. When she saw it, she rushed in. Her back foot just got into the wall, and two people came out from the next door.

After Bohemian sneaked in, he turned back and immediately put his ears against the wall.

"There is no place here," said a strange voice. "Have we all found a few branches?"

The object of his speech was just a heavy "hmm".

“Isn't this a needle in a haystack?” The first person to talk seems to be quite young. “There are at least fifty figurative worlds here.”

"No way, continue to check it one by one."

"I don't think it's here. After all, who is that, why are you sitting so sly?"

"Don't say it," another older person, reluctant to talk more, lowered his voice: "Beware of the goal."

Although his voice was lowered, this sentence was much clearer than the previous ones; when Bohemia reacted, he suddenly snorted silently—the time they had just spoken had already reached her world. The branch is in front of it.

She remembers that there is another triangular wall opposite.

"Left to the right?" The young man did not put his companion's words in his heart, and his voice was still clear. "Which go?"

They came from the right hand side of Bohemia, and if they chose the left side, the two sides would hit. Bohemia quietly stepped back a few steps away from the entrance and exit, ready to turn around and run at any time - she has no attachment conditions, and in reality the situation does not allow her to leave the branch. Just as she tightened her breath, she only listened to the older man and decided: "This side."

Where is this side! Can't you make a good point about it?

At this time, the curse of Bohemia’s mind flashed, and it was so vivid that it could be called any rogue. She was busy looking back and looking for a hiding place near the entrance and exit; in case the two really entered the figurative branch, she planned to sneak out from behind them.

A pair of round and large eyelashes with long eyelashes just met her gaze.

Bohemia was almost scared out, busy with the gods, and pressed the heart back. The alpaca-like animal turned her head blindly, slowly walking slowly and walking into the middle of a freeway, cracked highway. The highway was full of wilderness on both sides; the wind blew up an empty plastic bag and was stopped by a car that had been broken into iron by half.

Or else you are hiding in the bad car? She looked at it and hesitated for a moment.

The "world figurative pavilion" is a place she can never fully understand; the scenes of the fifty doomsday worlds have been reconstructed here, although they may not be complete. They are all done by the evolutionists in the world a little bit - except for the gray walls that are the "entry and exit coordinates", the rest are just like the real world; of course, this is not their most wonderful. At the office.

Just entering an abandoned car, should it matter?

Bohemia made up his mind, but only after he moved, he heard the sound of three knocking on the wall. That voice doesn't seem to strike the wall next to her; it sounds a bit fuzzy because it is far away. She paused and walked for a while, and listened for a while and found that there was no sound in the corridor.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that they are in the opposite world of the figurative branch. This time, she does not have to "interact" with this strange and unknown world.

To be cautious, Bohemia waited another five or six seconds. When she was convinced that there was no one outside, she raised her hand and gently and gently landed on the wall—and knocked it three times when she went out.

Going out is as smooth as coming in. Just a flash, she emerges from the same gray wall.

Bohemia stepped silently into the silent corridor and turned to the right, just in time with a person who had apparently waited for a long time.

"Really useful," the young voice just now belongs to a man with a red hair and a nose that looks like a hook. He looked at Bohemia, his face was slightly white, and he smiled nervously: "I have to vomit the same line - but I finally lied to you!"

Bohemia looked cold and slammed down, and found that the rear was stopped by a middle-aged man with a strong black and white body.

Everything is more obvious - they haven't found Bohemia, and they don't even know which of the many branches, who in the end, but they deliberately arranged the "go to the left or the right" scene, pretending Into the branch, actually cut off the corridor in tandem.

No matter who their goal is, Bohemia has stepped on the trap instead of him.

"Who are you?" She narrowed her eyes and looked at the two men. "Looking at the face... If you don't come for a few days, there will be so many bed bugs in the starry sky."

He was still calm and calm, but the red hair was nervously beaten; but no matter who it was, there was no trace of her anger.

"No, right?"

Red hair swallowed a sip and raised his right hand. This is his preparation for the attachment conditions; Bohemia quickly glanced at the ceiling and the walls around him - from the reflection of the water mirror, the black and white Hu Qing clearly into the field of vision.

The two attachment conditions are enough to cut off her path; where should she go?

"Blonde women, about five feet and six inches tall," said the black-and-white singer, his eyes calmly looking at Bohemia through the water mirror. "White, beautiful..."

Although they are about to fight one opponent, they have to say that they have a good eye - Bohemia nodded and said: "It is me."

Men's discrimination of female hair color is obviously not very accurate, but gold brown and gold are not too much.

He did not expect her to recognize it so quickly, and the sound was a meal. This continued: "It looks a lot younger than the actual age, it is really not fake - like... exquisite and beautiful costumes?"

“Why is this sentence like a question?” Bohemia was a little unhappy. “I don’t look good?”

Two serious men did not respond to her.

"We spent so much time and energy and finally found you," the red hair smacked, and the voice trembled with nervousness and excitement: "The Big Witch!"

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