Doomsday Wonderland

When thirty minutes were about to pass and the last ray of sunset was about to disappear, everyone returned to the beach one after another.

They looked like a group of homeless people scavenging: because the seaside was humid and there were not many materials to burn, they picked up whatever they could - Wanvolt was lucky enough to find large stacks of paper towels and bags from the restaurant. Hot dog wrappers; bunches of dried palm tree leaves sticking out of henna's pockets; primitive people found a few empty cardboard boxes from nowhere.

But most people didn't have enough to burn. Guan Nan didn't even find shreds of paper, so he had to leave his hands empty and a white face.

"We can gather together everything that can be burned and put it in your basin," Wenya looked around and said to Lin Sanjiu: "The fire is big and the light is bright. There is no need for each person to start a fire. It won’t burn for long.”

Luo Ab, Shu Lian and other people who didn't find much fire-making materials immediately echoed "I agree" several times.

However, even Wan Volt and others, who had gained a lot, nodded one after another after hesitating for a few words.

This should be one of the reasons why they feel free to search for paper: even if Lin Sanjiu's Media is really paper, or in other words, something that can be burned, so what?

During the entire thirty minutes of the beach scene, everyone dispersed and stayed away from her; when the next scene started, they threw things into the basin and lit the fire. At that time, it was too late for Lin Sanjiu to say anything. .

From another perspective, if the paper is indeed Media, then Lin Sanjiu's approach can be said to be quite risky - what if the Message has not been publicized yet, and the Media is burned out first, or the quantity is burned down. If she loses four copies, she will never be able to win.

"Okay," Lin Sanjiu didn't care, shrugged and said, "I'll light the fire."

As the beach becomes darker and darker, the vague outlines of palm trees, the sound of wind and waves gradually sink into the ink-like darkness, as if the world around them is cut off bit by bit in the dark and cold silence; everyone is aware of Here comes the third scene.

"I can't see anything..." Rat Face was a little panicked, "Where's the fire? Don't you want to light a fire?"

He wasn't the only one panicking. "Is there anyone next to me? Is there anyone?" Muya warned in the darkness, "No one can come near me, otherwise I won't be polite."

Guan Nan seemed to be very afraid of the unknown murderer and urged Lin Sanjiu to light the fire quickly; Luo Ab pressed something a few times and cursed: "Why doesn't this broken desk lamp light up?"

"Where's Mao Nu?" Jiang Tian's voice was also mixed in among the crowd. "Where are you?"

"I'm here," Lin Sanjiu called out from the darkness and said, "I've also put the basin here. You can take the paper and throw it in when you touch the basin."

In the darkness, the uneasy hot breath was like water waves, the sound of rolling clothes, and the rustling of footsteps, groping towards the position where Lin Sanjiu made the sound. Duckling first shouted "Ah, the pot is here"; under her guidance, everyone poured things into the pot one after another, and the flower pot was quickly filled.

"Hurry up and light a fire." Jiang Tian also felt a little uneasy. "It's pitch dark. Besides, there's..."

If there was anything else, she didn't say anything, but the others just thought about it for a moment and immediately reacted.

The traces left in a scene will not be restored. In other words, Dr. Chen's body is still sitting in a dark corner, silently sharing the same room with them.

"Why is it so slow to light a fire?" Once there is a corpse in the darkness of consciousness, the primitive man becomes anxious. "If you can't make a fire, take my place."

The lighter rang with a "pop", and a thin flame licked the paper in the basin and gradually became stronger; the light spread out in the darkness, illuminating Lin Sanjiu's face and slowly revealing the room. The floor, tables and chairs, every corner.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After seeing their location clearly, their eyes were involuntarily drawn to the corner of the room. As soon as they touched the low-hanging head behind the table, everyone took a few steps back as if they were electrocuted. In the flickering firelight, Dr. Chen's headless black shadow flickered on the wall, as if he was about to come to life. Just like coming over.

Lin Sanjiu seemed oblivious to everyone's emotions. She looked at the small pot of fire that was not too strong, shook her head and said, "This pile of things can only be burned for thirty minutes. For the next scene, we have to continue searching for things that can be burned."

"Did you put all the paper you took in?" Rat Face peeked into the bag at her feet.

"Put half the bag in," Lin Sanjiu showed him the A4 paper bag. "Paper burns quickly, so it's best to burn it together with other things."

"Then let's collect some more things that can be burned while we have the light now," Duck Down looked around and suggested, "There seems to be a lot of office stuff in this room."

"It's written on the wall, this is an office." Lin Sanjiu also stood up from the fire, waving his hands for everyone to move quickly: "There should be a lot of things that can be burned, you all go look for them."

Seeing that the materials they just got turned into a pile of bright and reassuring fire, everyone felt relieved and scattered in the light of the fire. When Lin Sanjiu walked to the chair last time, she looked up and saw that Guan Nan was still standing stiffly in the firelight. She smiled and asked, "Don't you take anything that can be burned?" You can’t just rely on others to start the fire. Then the risk is too great for you, right? What if a scene is dark, can’t you be more careful?”

Guan Nan was startled, looked up at Lin Sanjiu, and then glanced at the other people in the room.

"You're right," she hesitantly walked to a desk and looked at it. She slowly put several documents, newspapers and a disposable paper cup on the table into a plastic bag, and said with a smile, "Be careful. It’s not a big mistake. It’s better to put something that can make a fire with you. Don’t be afraid if necessary..."

Lin Sanjiu picked up a piece of paper covered with writing on the chair, stood in the center of the room, and looked around - Ya Fu met her eyes and immediately nodded imperceptibly.

The young girl walked a few steps to the other end of the room, then suddenly turned her head and said hello: "Wenya! Wenya!"

"What for?" The young man with thin eyebrows and eyes responded in a calm voice.

"I...I found a lot of paper, but I didn't dare to take it." As soon as Yayu finished speaking, everyone's attention in the room fell on her. "You are brave, you are not afraid...can you take it?"

"What?" Wenya didn't react for a moment, "Are you afraid that it's Media?"

"No," the duck head didn't dare to look back, but just turned his finger and pointed behind him, "Yes...it's Dr. Chen. Have you forgotten? Dr. Chen took a lot of paper from the hotel... Not only the paper, I remember him He also took books, newspapers and magazines, etc., which can be burned for a long time. There is a hotel bag on the ground next to him, which he brought with him... But I am afraid, I dare not go there. "

She looked at Wen Ya and said, "Weren't you afraid of corpses last time? Besides, you said that Dr. Chen's Media is paper, so you won't be in danger if you take it now. Just go and get it for me, okay? ?”

This girl always expressed her opinions with a lack of confidence, but when asking for help, this lack of confidence made her sound like she was truly uneasy - even Lin Sanjiu found her very convincing.

Wenya looked around the room, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally said "um" from his throat, striding towards Dr. Chen's body; when he was two or three steps away, he stopped , stretched out his arms and picked up the hotel bag on the ground.

"I took it," he warned, probably because he was worried about the duck feathers. "I'm going to check the bag now. Don't say anything until I finish checking."

"I've never been close to Dr. Chen!" Duckling protested, but seeing his ugly attitude, he closed his mouth again.

When Wenya knelt down and opened the bag, the primitive man and the rat face also came over; indeed, the bag contained only the large stack of A4 paper, books, newspapers and magazines, a pen, mineral water and biscuits that Dr. Chen had taken from the hotel.

Just as Lin Sanjiu expected, although Wenya looked a little worried and hesitant, and after weighing it for a while, he did not put the bag down, nor did he warn others not to talk to him.

Lin Sanjiu stood by the fire. When Jiang Tian approached with a thin stack of documents, she reached out to stop Jiang Tian.

"This fire is enough," she explained. "Let the files wait for the next scene to be burned."

Jiang Tian was stunned.

"Can't it be burned immediately?" She raised her eyebrows, obviously aware of the risks involved - from now to the next scene, there are still twenty minutes; if the paper cannot be burned immediately, and the document is Lin San's If Media drinks, then she will naturally be at risk.

"Don't worry," Lin Sanjiu said loudly, "The file is not my media, and this scene is not my home field. In fact..."

She paused and saw many people turning their eyes towards her. "I already know who it is and what methods they used to secretly turn us into mouthpieces one by one. In addition, I also know who the person who killed Dr. Chen is."

Jiang Tian took a breath; Henna put down the drawer she had just pulled out with a "thud" and asked loudly: "You know everything? Isn't it impossible? Who did it? Or do you just want to take the opportunity to spread that? What the hell?"

Lin Sanjiu smiled slightly, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I suggest that from now on, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net don't move at all. Because when everyone is still, the people who secretly attack us can't move even if they want to do something.

"Are you worried that I will spread the message? Every word that comes out of my mouth now will be checked ten or eight times by you... It's not just me, under our high alert, Media and Message, no matter which one it is, will be tested again and again... It is impossible to spread it smoothly. However, there are not only these two ways to obtain a megaphone."

"What, what do you mean?" Luo Ab asked stammering.

"The real key to winning this copy is not to spread the media and message as much as possible." Lin Sanjiu looked around the room and said slowly: "Because people's vigilance grows very quickly, this Both will be immediately guarded against. The real key to winning the copy is in its name."

"Name?" Jiang Tian murmured.

"Have you all forgotten?" Lin Sanjiu replied, "The name of this dungeon is not the 'Battle for the Microphone', but the 'Battle for the Right to Speak'. To win in this dungeon, the most important thing to fight for is actually' The right to speak'."