Doomsday Wonderland

This is really funny, Qiao Yuanji thought to himself.

First of all, neither she nor the world needed to be saved. She didn't know what kind of hero Sakura Mizugan was pretending to be and why she was doing such a thankless job. Secondly, can he still restore everyone in the world to their original state? Holding a book, knocking on people’s doors one by one, and educating others like a missionary?

She giggled a few times at the picture in her mind, but after a while, her voice became lower and lower until it disappeared. She didn't know why, but she suddenly didn't feel so funny, and sat back in the bathtub.

Speaking of which, the bathroom is really a very suitable place to imprison people.

There was a thin quilt spread in the bathtub under her body to act as a cushion, so she could curl up and sleep at night; the chain was long enough to allow her to step out of the bathtub and sit on the toilet not far away when needed; if it was a bottle After drinking all the water, the water in the pool can also be used to sustain life. Her basic needs were taken care of and she could even take a shower if she wanted to.

After two days of tossing and turning in the bathroom, sitting up, knocking on the wall and kicking the pipes - probably two days, in a bathroom with poor natural light and the light could only be turned on all the time, it was hard to tell how much time had passed - Qiao Yuanji finally began to think about another question vaguely.

...Why is Sakura Mizugan not angry with her, but still going to all the trouble to save her?

Don't say he has feelings for her, she thought indifferently.

The two of them had known each other for maybe less than a month together. It would be silly to say it was because of her - besides, there is no real love in the world. Regardless of the same sex or the opposite sex, this kind of thing is just lust. ｜Just looking forward to it.

Sometimes when she gets irritated by her thoughts, she will take off her face to get some air. It looks like a very soft piece of dough, but if you reach out to pinch it, you will find that it actually has a toughness in its elasticity; in this way, after wearing it, it can restore the ups and downs of the facial bones.

Qiao Yuansi raised her face, and a small beam of skylight from the small bathroom window hit her face, turning it into a hazy flesh-colored light.

There is no need for a human face to always grow on the head, right? What is the purpose of a face? Isn’t it for showing to others? If it keeps growing when you don’t need to show it to others, and it’s airtight, isn’t it just for yourself? Cause trouble? Put it on when you need it and take it off when you don't need it. How flexible is this?

Qiao Yuanji believes that this is simply a remarkable evolution of human beings.

Sakura Mizugan prepared enough things for her, including food, water, toilet paper, and even a change of clothes, pillows, etc. After a few days in the bathroom, Qiao Yuanji started to get used to bathroom life, except for being a little bored. After all, in big cities where land is at a premium, the entire living space that many people rent is actually only this large.

This is another great benefit of shapeshifters: they adapt extremely quickly.

Just wait, on the day Sakura Mizugan transforms, he will know that he has done him a big favor.

However, as the time in captivity gradually approached a week, her mood became worse and worse, and she almost never had time to wear her face again - it is no exaggeration to say that if she could use her teeth now She would not hesitate to tear open anyone's skin to vent her anger.

...Will Sakuramizugan not be able to come back?

The infection he received was not as serious as when he was attacked in the park, and he would be deformed in about two days if he did nothing. If he resisted tenaciously, he might still be able to survive within a week - the problem was that it would be terrible if the transformation was completed before he came back.

Even though Qiao Yuanji herself is now one of the shapeshifters, she knows very well: if she expects a shapeshifter to miss her and come back to let her out, then she may not have much hope for survival. The pile of food on the sink will always be eaten. If she wants to be let out of the bathroom as soon as possible, she has to rely on Sakura Mizugan who still remembers her in his heart.

On the tenth day, the food was finally finished.

During this period, the doorbell of Qiao Yuansi's house rang several times. It was probably her colleagues who came to see her after seeing her skipping work. She shouted in the bathroom until her throat was almost torn apart, and the doorbells still rang for a long time. He paused after answering, and silence returned to the house.

On the fourteenth day, she was so weak that she no longer had the strength to curse.

She just lay motionless in the bathtub, her body softened due to weakness, as if it had turned into a small river that was about to flow away, and she no longer felt uncomfortable even in the hard and harsh pool underneath.

She spent most of the time falling asleep and waking up, looking at the skylight through the window; with the last bit of strength she had, she used it to put her face on.

If Sakura Mizugan comes back, she will have to rely on this face to win his sympathy...

This was the last thought that came to Qiao Yuansi's mind before he drifted off to sleep.

Even she couldn't explain why, but when a key sounded at the door, it actually made her slowly open her eyes.

She stared blankly at the white tiles for a while, and then gradually remembered who she was and where she was; when she clearly heard the muffled sound of the door being pushed open and hitting the wall, she immediately felt two more... With all his strength, he lifted half of his body out of the bathtub.

After the door hit the wall, it seemed that it would never be closed again.

The footsteps walking straight towards the bathroom were very slow, as if they were being dragged step by step. Qiao Yuansi looked up at the window above and found that it was already late at night, and there was no sound outside the dark window. She turned her head towards the door, and her whole energy was held back by the sound of footsteps slowly dragging her step by step. She couldn't let go and became increasingly tight.

A tall, thin figure in black walked into the bathroom with his head half lowered.

It was Sakura Mizugan—fortunately, he finally came back and let him out, and Qiao Yuanji breathed a sigh of relief.

His hair fell down, vaguely covering his cheeks, but the blood red traces disappeared. At first glance, it seemed as if he had not been infected at all. Sakura Mizugan looked at the empty wrapping paper scattered all over the floor. She didn't seem to realize that the food was gone. She was so hungry that she was close to collapse. She didn't even react at all. She just walked slowly to the bathtub and sat on the floor mat. Come down.

Qiao Yuanji couldn't help but sniff.

what happened? Is he out of shape? She had many things to ask, and what she wanted most was naturally food; but she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"When I was away from you for the third month," Sakura Shui'an lowered her head, not knowing whether she was looking at the bathtub or her shoulder. His voice was very low, making it difficult for Qiao Yuansi to hear: "I settled in a small town called Jide in the southwest. I thought at that time that in such a small place, the deformation might not have spread yet, and I could have A few clean days.”

Recalling what she was doing, she almost fainted from hunger.

This anxiety and anger seemed to inject some energy into Qiao Yuansi - she climbed up a little more, leaned against the bathtub, and finally said in a dry voice: "Give me food..."

Sakura Mizugan raised his head slightly. Those originally clear eyes were now like snow mist, turning from a little bit of solid blue into a mass of surging gray. When looking at Qiao Yuan Temple, they were blank, as if they didn't recognize him for a moment. who is she.

He must have been affected, and the transformation process should still be in progress - it is really surprising that it has not been completed for so long. I don't know how he persisted.

As if he didn't hear anything, Sakura Mizugan didn't take anything to eat from the ring. Rather than saying that he wanted to starve her intentionally, it was better to say that he seemed completely unaware of what Qiao Yuansi had said.

As soon as he started to reminisce, his thoughts suddenly stopped and drifted to other places; he thought for a while, then suddenly started from where he left off and continued: "That notebook of yours... I always carry it with me. , watched it several times.”

Um?

"That's what you wanted to say to me, but you didn't have time to say it." He stretched out his hand towards the bathtub, as if he wanted to touch Qiao Yuansi's face; but the thin, pale hand just crossed her There was a "crash" on his cheek, and the chain on Qiao Yuansi's wrist suddenly disappeared.

"You wrote down those words a little bit at the end. After you wrote a sentence, you disappeared a little. After you finished writing, this person," he looked at Qiao Yuansi and said, "...she memorized what you wanted to say. Come down. UUReading www.uukanshu.net I’m very happy because she said those words in the form of a voice at least once.”

Now without the chain, she couldn't run. Qiao Yuansi coughed twice, knowing that she might not have anything to eat if she didn't listen to all his nonsense. She didn't feel a single emotion in her heart. For the sake of personal safety, she still tried her best to look sad. , sniffed and said: "You..."

"The smell is too strong, isn't it."

Sakura Mizugan curled up slightly, her shoulders hanging loosely, and her head rested on the edge of the bathtub. His messy, curly black hair stood against the white porcelain, as if he was waiting for her to reach out and touch it.

Qiao Yuansi did not reach out.

She was afraid that she would get blood on her hands.

From the front, Sakura Mizugan didn't seem to be injured anywhere, but the smell of blood in the bathroom was so strong that it made people feel choking. She raised her head and glanced behind him.

A river of blood was dragged in on the floor, twisted and followed behind Ying Shui'an, as if the large amount of lost blood was still unwillingly looking for a way back into his body.