Doomsday Wonderland

Has she become smaller, or is this factory too big?

Lin Sanjiu sat on her back on a black rubber track. For several seconds, she didn't know where to land her eyes first, and glanced blankly underneath her body.

The track was covered with white scratches and was still carrying the warmth of the movement. It was humming and trembling as it carried her forward - except that it was as wide as four roads, it was almost the same as an ordinary track.

No, there is one more important difference.

On the smoothly running track in front, people were sitting one after another. At a glance, she saw several familiar figures, all of whom were ordinary people who were walking with her just now; across the two silhouettes sitting motionless, she also saw the thin man - or rather, the thin man's blood-stained blur The back of the head.

It turns out that no matter dead or alive, they all come to the same place...

A silver metal clip as big as a crane suddenly landed straight down, pierced into her field of vision, and accurately clipped the track in front of her. When it rose again, Lin Sanjiu also lifted it up in confusion. eyes.

The thin man's lifeless body was limply clamped in the metal clamps, with his limbs hanging down. He secretly picked up the things stuffed in his jacket, and then they all fell down with a clank, including Swiss Army knives, fog balls, cans... They hit the tracks one after another and rolled down from both sides. The thing he had seen so dearly just now left him and fell into the abyss on both sides of the track, but no one noticed it anymore.

Lin Sanjiu watched as the thin man's body was removed from the track. The clamps were loosened slightly, and the body immediately fell into the side of the track with a faint "plop" sound.

When the crawler belt took her past the place where the thin man fell, she hurriedly climbed a few steps, came to the edge and scanned down, but she only saw another crawler belt running in a different direction dozens of meters below. , but the thin man had disappeared - the tracks were stained with blood, with layers of bright red and dark black overlapping each other. As Lin Sanjiu was being led further and further away, he happened to see another pale-faced corpse being transported from the tracks below. He came out, was pushed in the opposite direction, and quickly disappeared from her sight.

If you look down, you will see more giant machinery, pipes, tracks and gears, so deep that even your gaze can be swallowed up. Lin Sanjiu was like some kind of raw material that was suddenly shrunk into a palm-sized piece of raw material. He had just fallen into the belly of a giant factory and was about to go through complicated processes one after another, but he had no idea what he would become in the end.

What is going on with the old woman and this factory?

Lin Sanjiu raised her head. The same tracks one after another are like intertwined ribbons hanging all over the sky. Their long, smooth and silvery luster intersects with each other, and they move forward in an orderly manner amidst the steady sound of the movement.

When she looked back again, she saw the place where she fell: it was a plastic cylinder with a diameter of at least twenty or thirty meters, with the opening at the end in mid-air; the person who fell from the old woman's bag, It seems that they all fell into this plastic cylinder and hit the tracks.

... Her questions are now like a vast ocean, enough to drown herself.

"It's better to take off the [facial hair] first," Teacher Yi reminded her, "This place is very weird, so you'd better be careful. It's weird. Those ordinary people in front of you seem to have lost their souls." , I didn’t move for a while..."

It's possible that the old woman did something.

It seemed that only her group of people had lost their souls; if Lin Sanjiu listened carefully, she could still distinguish the faint human voices coming from far away from the sounds of various machines operating - but the voices were too far away, and they were floating and reverberating. Most of the sound quality and shape were lost in the process, and only the remaining trace of panic can still touch people's nerves.

Even she was shocked, confused and confused, let alone an ordinary person who usually lived a stable life and didn't even fight often?

She raised her hand as she thought, and when she touched her eyebrows, she was startled: she had never felt so much hair on her face, it was like a big ball of squirrel tail, even her fingertips were swallowed up.

How many hairs does this have? When I touch it with my hands, I can't even see where my eyes are.

Lin Sanjiu picked out the facial hair on her right eyebrow in just a few strokes. She immediately felt the power in her body surge upwards, as if she had been suppressed under the water for too long and couldn't wait to rush up to take a breath. Similar.

"It turns out that removing part of the hair can restore part of the fighting strength," Teacher Yi sighed.

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to reach out and pick her left eyebrow, a sharp electronic voice suddenly shouted loudly, shocking her whole body. "Evolvers are aware!" The urgent and sharp sound suddenly filled the invisible factory, accompanied by alarms: "Evolvers are aware! Road A04! Road A04!"

She cursed in her heart and understood.

The track I am currently on must be Road A04, right?

Before the ball of [facial hair] in the palm of his hand could be warmed, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly pressed it back into his eyebrows. He was so nervous that he even held his breath - the description of the item only said that it could be passed every eight hours. When taking it off and putting it on again, try to change to a weakened combat power ratio; as for whether some hair will still maintain its original shape after being taken off and put on repeatedly in a short period of time, it is a fuzzy area.

"Ah, okay, okay, okay,"

When the feeling of powerlessness once again loosened her muscles and strength, she heard Teacher Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good luck that I'm back to the weakened state again."

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This time, Teacher Yi was sincere.

There are always a lot of ambiguities in the uses of special items. UU Reading www.uukunshu.net There are always a lot of ambiguities; maybe because they are all "living", there are ambiguities and room for growth. Lin Sanjiu sat on the track and waited with bated breath for a few seconds. After seeing that the alarm sounded for the first time, it no longer repeated it. Now there was only an echo. She couldn't help but feel a little scared: "It turns out that my combat power is 6%... … Exactly a level that this factory cannot detect?”

"It should be," Teacher Yi replied, "Don't the detection ranges generally have error values?"

She said "Yeah" - and then both of them fell silent.

The track was still advancing smoothly and slowly; it sent the figures in front of it into a square metal cover in the distance. As soon as the figure approached, it was swallowed up by the shadow. After the alarm sound completely disappeared, there still seemed to be no disturbance in the factory. Everything was running as planned. Perhaps it was because she reacted quickly and the alarm ended early.

"Well... when it comes to combat power..." Teacher Yi spoke first, "You have thought of it too, right?"

Lin Sanjiu let out a long sigh.

How could she not think of such an obvious misunderstanding until now?

Lin Sanjiu always felt that when she encountered a crisis, she could put away her "facial hair" with just a touch of her hand; just now she took off her "facial hair" with her hand because she was not in a hurry. ——But now that she thought about it carefully, she immediately realized that it might not work to turn the [facial hair] on her face into a card.

Isn’t [Flat World] also part of combat power?

Being part of it means that it has also been weakened by 94%, right?

She can still understand six percent of the speed; the real problem is, when faced with six percent of the [flat world], six percent of the [painting style mutated version with a ding], and six percent of the air vortex ...What should she do?