Doomsday Wonderland

One Thousand and Thirty The corpse is here

"First make sure of something,"

Lin Sanjiu said in a low voice, her peripheral vision focused on the crooked entrance to the reception room. "...That old lady is indeed an ordinary person who has not evolved, right?"

Bohemia nodded: "Definitely, I am particularly sensitive to this."

After all, in the Twelve Realms, if she could even admit her mistake, she wouldn't be alive today.

Although it is not ruled out that there are special items or abilities that can allow evolved people to disguise themselves as ordinary people; the chance of this happening in a random house when they are hiding from the rain is really low.

Lin Sanjiu raised her chin toward the door and said, "Go to the door and see where the old lady is. I want to turn on the TV to take a look."

"What are you looking at?" Bohemia asked softly, approaching the door silently.

"I thought that image just now was a little weird."

Lin Sanjiu turned on the TV again. This time he did not forget to find the volume button first and turned it to the lowest setting. Sure enough, the screen still showed the urgent news that a mental patient had disturbed the house and was now on the run. If you count from when the evolved police officers left, it has been playing on a loop for at least twenty minutes.

She stared at the screen, slowly frowning.

...These were not two frontal portraits, but three shots taken using surround technology. The TV was turned off too quickly. When I turned it on again, I realized that she and Bohemia seemed to have been photographed from the beginning. Like an actor with feet, they are slowly spinning around in the news, with the background being the small entrance hall - everyone who watches the news can know what the hair on their heads looks like.

But, how is this possible?

The bright light of lightning penetrated the dark room from time to time, reflecting the faces of the two people on the screen white again and again. The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the rustling sound drowned out the noise in the reception room; when a metal banging sound from the corridor reached Lin Sanjiu's ears, she immediately raised her head.

"what sound?"

Bohemia, who was standing at the door, first stretched out her hand to push up a soft and flexible door frame. After taking a look, she replied in a low voice: "At the end of the corridor is the kitchen... She seemed to be looking into the pot. Is the food ready?"

Lin Sanjiu's heart moved, and Bohemia happened to cast her gaze at this moment. In the dark and gloomy reception room, it was almost impossible to see her face and features. Only her big eyes were shining slightly: "...'Edible Truth'! Does this have something to do with it?"

"……I have no idea."

"There must be." Bohemia was immediately full of confidence and looked out again with interest: "Let's wait for her to come back and see what she brings this time."

"Come here," Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen and suddenly greeted her. Bohemia was waiting to test her theory, and was reluctant to move after hearing this. Like an untrained dog, she was greeted two or three times in a row before she finally approached the TV.

"what?"

As soon as she asked this question, she was startled by Lin Sanjiu - the latter suddenly squatted down, picked up the hem of her skirt, held her ankle and looked at it carefully for a few times, and then took it again. The skirt corners were put back.

Bohemia's face turned red and she stammered, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Sure enough, you have a silver bell tied to your right ankle." Lin Sanjiu said thoughtfully.

"You really don't have a brain in the left side of your head. What do you want to explain?"

"Look," Lin Sanjiu was not angry and clicked on the TV screen, "The reason why I know about the bell on your ankle is because of this."

In the news image, the bohemian who has been spinning slowly in circles does indeed have an identical silver bell tied to her feet - the length of the skirt is deliberately cut a little shorter than in real life, just enough to expose it.

"I've been with you for such a long time, and I didn't even notice it." When Lin Sanjiu said this, he caught a little noise from the kitchen at the end of the corridor from the rumbling rain. It sounded like the old lady was about to die. came out; she hurriedly turned off the TV, pulled Bohemia to sit down again, and whispered: "...We only stayed in the entrance and exit for less than ten minutes, how could even such details be recorded by the camera? ?”

Bohemia thought for a while. Sure enough, the unhurried footsteps in the corridor were walking towards the reception room, accompanied from time to time by the sound of pot lids clashing; she suddenly came closer and said in a somewhat hesitant voice: "...camera?"

she does not know? Oh, by the way, the Twelve Realms seem to have other names for many things——

When Lin Sanjiu came up with this idea, she couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly she understood what made her feel strange. Just when she was about to think deeply about this idea, the shadow of the old lady slowly walked into the reception room at this moment, immediately putting both of them on guard.

The old lady held a faded old book under her arm, held a small serving pot in both hands, and placed it on the coffee table. She moved quickly and quickly removed all the refreshments and placed some snacks and tableware. Seeing that their refreshments were almost untouched, she said nothing.

"Here, you look for the address in the book, and I'll give you some stew."

Lin Sanjiu took the thick booklet and found that she couldn't understand a single word. In such a heavy rainstorm, as soon as the moisture filled the old reception room, the furniture took on an old smell that had been soaked in all kinds of smells over the years. It was thick and sticky, and it was accompanied by stew. The meaty aroma of the meat makes people want to cover their noses.

The old lady seemed to only care about eating to make herself happy, and didn't care at all about the food in their hands. As she ate, she fell into the memories evoked by the food: "The first time I invited him to our house for dinner, my mother made a pot of stew like this... He used to laugh at me, saying that mushrooms go with meat. It tastes exactly the same, and he refuses to change the side dishes. But in fact, he eats a lot every time."

"There are almost no young people nowadays who are willing to find a partner, get married and start a family... We used to regard having children as one of the most important things, and young people don't care about it anymore. After all, everything is easier now. Simple and easy to get. Can't you find the dump? Let me show you when I finish eating... Oh, I also baked a lasagna, it will be ready in a minute."

In this small reception room, enveloped by the sound of rumbling rain, it became increasingly dark and gloomy, with no light at all. The old lady was very familiar with the position of every piece of furniture here, and she could eat with gusto in the dark room without turning on the lights; the two of them sat quietly on the sofa, silently looking at the rustling figures opposite.

"He doesn't like eating this, but I like it very much." The old lady was completely immersed in food and memories. Almost every piece of food was connected to a part of her past; even in the dimness, she could be noticed floating up. A smile. When thunder and lightning struck, the smile on her face, which flickered between lights and dims, looked a little dazed - as if it didn't matter whether the two people opposite her existed or not.

"When I was a child, my mother often gave me fried white strips. I don't know what it is actually called, and she doesn't know either; because when she was a child, my grandmother fried it for her, and my grandmother learned it from her great-grandmother. The recipe for this little snack has been passed down from generation to generation, and it stopped being passed down to me. I often think that if my children had not died on the battlefield, they would probably have fried white strips for my grandchildren. .”

The old lady's tone became sluggish, she put the invisible piece of food in her hand back on the plate, stared blankly at the door, and became stunned. The reception room fell into silence, with only the endless sound of rain and the faint rolling of thunder outside the window.

This old lady is an ordinary person. She has no ability to catch or hurt them, and she has no way to notify the police now - of course, she doesn't seem to want to notify the police.

So what is she going to do?

"Isn't she suffering from Alzheimer's disease?" Bohemia asked in an angry voice.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the figure opposite and thought quietly for a while; when she spoke again, she mentioned something that had nothing to do with the old lady in front of her: "...at the bottom of the building at the entrance and exit, there are at least two Thirty narrow gates, right?”

"yes."

"That would be interesting."

The old lady was old and had poor hearing, so she did not hear their conversation through the continuous and loud sound of rain. She was still stuck in memories and could not extricate herself. Bohemia glanced at her, turned around and asked softly - "What's so interesting? Don't speak half-speech."

"You reminded me of this...the camera I'm talking about is what you call the 'recording eye'." Lin Sanjiu paused, endured waves of trembling, and leaned close to her ear. "...Now think about it, including both the inside and outside of the entrance and exit, where are the damn cameras? There aren't any."

Twenty or thirty narrow doors are arranged side by side. If you want to monitor the situation at each door, you must have at least the same number of cameras. But even without calling up the images stored in her subconscious, she could clearly remember that there was nothing near the door—not even an eye, a scratch, or a notice.

What about after entering the small hall?

The entire ceiling is for lighting. If a camera is hung anywhere, it will suddenly become dark. Even in the corners, at the joints between ceilings and walls, she couldn't recall ever seeing any surveillance equipment - most importantly, what surveillance equipment could capture their 3 in detail from all angles?

The reason is very simple: as long as there are no surveillance facilities flying around you, any installed camera can only "see" the side it can "see", which also creates the term "dead spot"; but in the obvious situation Where there is no camera, what is recording the situation?

"Yes, there is no recording room in that entrance and exit." Bohemia murmured, "Actually, even if we don't wear hoods, they shouldn't know what we look like afterwards..."

They took off their pillowcases after the evolved police came and the hostages ran away, so as not to arouse suspicion - and if those evolved police remembered them How could he even know exactly what kind of bell he was wearing on his ankle hidden in the tent?

A strange place emerged, but it also aroused more doubts. While Lin Sanjiu was biting her lip and lost in her thoughts, she heard the old lady opposite suddenly let out a long sigh and started to move again.

"I am a person who likes food and trying new things all my life." Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she was tired from the surging emotions. The old lady wiped the corners of her eyes and put away the dishes in front of her. "...Now that I'm getting older and facing the situation of leaving soon, I can't help but want to reminisce about the things I ate with him in the past... People have a lot of old words and have kept you waiting for a long time."

What have you been waiting for?

Strong doubts and defensiveness arose in both of their hearts at the same time - but the old lady was not in a hurry and took the leftovers and dishes back to the kitchen. When she walked back to the door of the reception room, she suddenly made a "Gah" sound, as if the air was stuck in her chest and could not flow; then, the old lady's body twitched and fell heavily to the ground, and her hands and feet were all numb. Trembling, more air coming out and less air coming in, and he was about to die.

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