Doomsday Wonderland

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

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Confiding to it was so natural and natural that when she deliberately suppressed the speed of her confession, she even felt uncomfortable all over.

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

Let's talk a little bit first to delay the time, and then think of a way...

"Very good. What then?" the voice behind the door encouraged with interest.

Lin Sanjiu recalled it.

When she opened the hot spring egg, the thick yellow liquid slipped from the egg white into the plate - she still remembered this scene clearly; the oily brown color and rich aroma of the soy sauce fried noodles were still vivid in her mind when she recalled it. Although she "confided" her dinner to the hole-eyed monster, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Her memory is still intact in her mind.

What's going on? Did she guess wrong?

"Well..." What she chose to talk about were all innocuous things, and she tried to be as concise as possible: "Then I drank a glass of juice and went for a walk in the garden."

The man behind the door paused when he heard this.

"...I didn't expect you to be a rich man." He sounded as if he was suddenly jealous: "You even have fruits, vegetables, eggs, and a garden, why are you hanging out with the degenerate?"

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to open her mouth, she suddenly came back to reality and bit the tip of her tongue again. Compared to talking, this kind of conversation that started unknowingly would probably reveal more information - She pretended that she was thinking and quietly turned her eyes around.

The man behind the door was right, there was nothing but air that Chang Zhang had been fighting with. The creature that once pretended to be Lin Sanjiu's voice was hiding somewhere in the darkness. Like a screenwriter and a director, it was creating and directing every step of Chang Zhang's actions: "...Yes, you go to the right. In a flash, you unexpectedly found that there was a big guy waiting for you on the right! You almost sent yourself straight into its hands."

As expected, the long foot dodged to the right, and then bounced up again like an electric shock, almost tripping itself. It made a "ho" sound in its mouth, and suddenly swept its right arm bone to the side - but it didn't know that what it did was all in vain.

"Keep talking." The voice behind the door urged at this moment.

The countless dark holes seem to have some kind of magical attraction that can attract people's emotions, feelings and thoughts - into that deep, dark, but safe and warm hole.

It would be much easier if I could just give up struggling.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the hole in front of her, clenched her fists hard, but still spoke in a low voice: "I hope I can escape from here tonight..."

"Oh, yes, tell me more about your desires." The voice behind the door rose slightly.

"I just planned to borrow a path from the conservation park. After all, this is a road I have walked before. It is safer to take it again." She murmured, "I really didn't expect that the conservation garden would become like this at night. It’s dangerous, even for this kind of creature that is neither human nor fallen…”

The card next to his feet was still lying quietly on the ground. She never expected that she would be unable to resist like this tonight - now, the most she could do was barely control the speed of her "confidence" and try to delay as much time as possible.

Wait, go back a little.

Lin Sanjiu was suddenly stunned and thought for a while along with his thoughts just now.

Logically speaking, she can't resist now... But isn't the method of "controlling the speed and selecting only useless information" also a disguised and passive resistance?

Why is this kind of resistance okay?

What determines that she "cannot pick up cards" but "can suppress speed"?

She vaguely felt that once she found this key answer, she would probably find the key to get out of her current situation.

"Yes, our research has been conducted underground." The man behind the door smiled and interrupted her thoughts: "After all, on the surface, we are just a base for producing fallen species."

Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised her head and glanced at Chang Zu. The latter was still struggling with the imaginary enemy. With the words "Your leg was slashed," it screamed out in pain, and a piece of cloth and blood spattered from its calf.

"It...was produced here?" she asked, pointing to the long legs.

"Of course, you can tell by looking at its age," the voice behind the door, probably to lure Lin Sanjiu to talk more, replied patiently: "There are not many degenerate species left at the end of Biluo Huangquan. ”

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, carefully selected a sentence, and slowly opened his mouth while looking at the dark creature full of holes in front of him.

"Longju is here for revenge, and it will kill you all."

This sentence was said very smoothly, without any hindrance - although this was also one of her forms of "confrontation consciousness".

When the man behind the door burst into laughter, Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes.

"With that degenerate species?" the person behind the door raised his voice, "My child is walking that degenerate species like a dog. Its life and death are all in one sentence!"

"I will help it survive. UU看书 www.uukａnshu.net" she tried to say softly. No problem, this sentence was also spoken.

"Really?" The man laughed again, "But don't you want to talk?"

"I think so." Lin Sanjiu looked back at the iron gate and replied, "I really want to. But -"

"but what?"

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

The man sneered: "Please feel free to do so. Xiao Kong, I promise she will talk to you."

The huge creature named "Little Kong" slowly lowered its face towards Lin Sanjiu again - more holes gradually opened on the dark plane.

It is too difficult to remain silent under so many holes. However, at this time, Lin Sanjiu had no intention of fighting her desire to talk. She looked at the dense holes in front of her and said in a very low voice, "I understand."

"Xiaokong" faced her motionless, probably not understanding.

"I understand what kind of rules your influence on me contains." Her voice was so low that only she could hear it. As soon as she said it, she was drowned by the noise coming from the long feet not far away. "It's actually very simple... If you are point A and I am point B, then any direct confrontation between us is not allowed. I can't pick up the card to deal with you, which is equivalent to drawing a straight line from point B. Connected to point A; but I can control the content and speed of my talk, because the ultimate object of 'controlling' this behavior is not you. So I can also help Changzhu survive. In that case, it is the ultimate object, point A. There is still no direct confrontation with point B."

Lin Sanjiu stopped and slowly smiled.

"Finally found it," she whispered to herself, "That fallen species better thank me later."