Doomsday Wonderland

...Although he was woken up from his nap, the man in red in front of him had a good temper.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the other party and thought to himself.

A few minutes ago, she watched helplessly as the window of the room on the first floor was pushed open, and a bare foot stuck out. She thought she was about to see a strange-looking person again, but she didn't expect that when the person came out, she found that the strangest thing about him was that he was not wearing shoes.

This man was probably between thirty and forty, thin, with a slightly hunched back. His skin, eyes, and fingertips were all dry and yellow, as if they had been dried out by years of smoke.

"Let's go together," Red T-shirt lowered his eyelids and patted his pants pockets as he said it, not knowing what he was looking for. "Are you new here? I just want to show you the way."

Lin Sanjiu raised her eyebrows. There are quite a few enthusiastic people here, right?

"Oh, I forgot, I haven't collected it yet." Red T-shirt said to himself, turned around, walked to the motel billboard, and put a hand on the pillar.

There wasn't even a noticeable gap, and the entire motel suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the empty space. In the sudden surge of confusion, the small voice of her keen intuition was still reminding her subtly but clearly, don't ask, don't ask.

… Putting away a house that might be a special item is not in itself surprising. The problem is that the effects of special items, like her ability to evolve, are either asleep or dull; even the thread left by [Weaver Mother] on her waist, although it vaguely feels like it is still there, is not Long gone.

If others could use items like him... his situation would be much worse than previously thought.

The red T-shirt obviously didn't notice her surprise; he packed up the hotel, stood on the road, and yawned happily. His mouth slowly closed as if reluctant, and tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Let's go," he wiped his eyes, shuffled his feet, and turned around to hit the road.

Lin Sanjiu didn't move.

"Why are you walking in this direction to attend the symposium?"

The red T-shirt looked back, still looking like he had been smoked by life.

"Ah? It must be right? Isn't this the direction of the symposium..." He scratched his face and admitted: "I don't know either."

Anxiety was like a hot needle, pricking Lin Sanjiu's heart.

She had too few clues. Maybe the fat man had turned somewhere on the way there, or he might have actually gone to the symposium.

For Lin Sanjiu, who didn't understand anything at the moment, it made no difference where she went next; whether her decision to follow was the right one could only depend on luck, which would only be known after the fact.

After all, if you follow a local, you at least have a chance to get information.

"I have never participated in a symposium before," she walked a few steps behind the red T-shirt and looked at his back and asked, "What about you?"

The red T-shirt didn't seem to care that his back was exposed to a stranger. "It's not surprising. You look like you have no experience, just like a newborn. I have only participated in it a few times in the past forty years, let alone you."

More than forty years? Lin Sanjiu looked him over.

Like 5.85, she couldn't see any great strength in him, which was probably the level that could be seen everywhere on the streets of the Twelve Worlds. Maybe they, like me, have dulled their evolutionary abilities?

Lin Sanjiu really wished she could be more anxious.

In the ten minutes she had been searching for the fat man, she discovered that this feeling of "sleeping ability" was so natural that it even made her not anxious. Her combat power had been suppressed several times, but it had never been like this moment. It was as if her body was soaking in a hot tub and could not help but relax. If she didn't think about it deliberately, she would almost forget that she still had combat power.

"Are there not many symposiums?" she asked thoughtfully.

"In recent years, there have been more and more people. How could I have had the opportunity to hold a symposium before?" A pair of bare feet in a red T-shirt clicked on the ground, but the soles of the feet were not dirty. "Don't look at me as slovenly. In fact, I am a more motivated person who focuses on improving myself... There are also some people who are very arrogant and firmly believe that they are the best and are unwilling to listen to other people's experiences..."

He seemed to easily spread out in all directions as he spoke, which played into Lin Sanjiu's hands. After listening for a while, she got the general idea: what he was going to attend seemed to be an event for people to communicate and learn from each other - it was really a symposium worthy of the name.

Lin Sanjiu searched for the fat man in her field of vision over and over again, thinking about the symposium in her mind. There are many people in the symposium, so it should be more convenient to inquire about the puppet master's whereabouts; what's more, the information they exchanged and learned must contain clues that can reveal their whereabouts - even if there is no shadow of the puppet master on the road, I am afraid there will be clues. Gotta check it out.

As the red T-shirt walked away for a while, there may be no clues for the time being, but she made another discovery that she didn't know whether it was important or not: the people here seemed to be very peaceful.

Regardless of whether he knew someone or not, when he saw someone on the street, Red T-shirt would nod to him or her. The first time, Lin Sanjiu almost thought he was meeting an accomplice and was finally going to attack her.

5.85 is obviously not a special case; other people were very friendly when they met her, greeting her from time to time, "Are you new here?", "If you're not used to it, just ask more", "If you need help, just let me know"... Yes Some are enthusiastic, some are polite, some are shy and friendly, it's like falling into a peach blossom garden.

But how do they know they're new?

Lin Sanjiu pondered this question several times, but finally did not ask it.

They didn't seem to be hostile, but she still didn't dare to say anything. Keen intuition is not a guidebook; when in doubt, she would rather be cautious and keep her mouth shut like a clam shell.

As the red T-shirt said, almost all the people going in this direction were going to attend the symposium; as the two of them walked, the figures in front of them gradually became denser. As there were more people, the buildings, street lights and roads began to look more and more decent. Unknowingly, Lin Sanjiu looked around and found that he was already walking in a small town.

This small town is like coming from a bustling brain: quirky, lively, and vibrant.

A wooden western tavern from the gold rush era is next to a cement-gray travel agency office; a clown with faded makeup and shabby clothes stands on the street selling a bunch of dejected balloons; several children sit in a gloomy abandoned building. In front of a residential building, they counted the bugs they caught in their hands; a large swimming pool suddenly tore out of the ground, with no buffer nearby. The driver of a truck parked on the roadside could fall into the water if he stretched out his feet.

"Oh, I have an impression of the person you are talking about."

When Lin Sanjiu inquired about the fourth person, the other person finally gave an answer that made her heart pound.

"I walked past here about ten minutes ago. Hey, in all my years of living, I have never seen anyone so ugly." The aunt wiped her hands on her apron and said thoughtfully, "Just like you. , is also new here, right? Why don’t you choose a good-looking friend when you make friends? It’s so annoying when we meet each other. But I don’t know where he went. I was looking for eggs at the time, and I glanced up. I happened to see him standing at the street corner, fiddling with something in his hand, as if it was used to imprison people."

"Imprisoner? How do you know?" Lin Sanjiu leaned forward, almost wanting to dive into her memories and see with her own eyes. "What kind of thing? Are there people inside? What are the people inside?"

The aunt was startled, as if she was afraid that she would bite her suddenly. "It was quite far away, so I took a glance... Anyway, there was a big ball floating in the air, and I couldn't see it clearly. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net But it seemed like there was a black figure sitting there, right? Wait. When I found the egg and looked again, the man was gone."

Is it too, too smooth?

"This is great,"

When Lin Sanjiu was so excited that her hands and feet were all hot, Red T-shirt, who had been waiting patiently aside, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief with her and said, "It's so close. With your ability, wouldn't you be able to find it as soon as you look for it?" Yet?"

I always feel that my writing in the past two days has been a bit confusing, just composing words, sentences, ordering and art, don't be awkward. The middle sentence expresses the psychological activity of not knowing the whereabouts of the fat man. I translated it from English in my mind... Sometimes when writing Chinese, the first thought that comes to mind is English, and when writing English, Chinese comes to mind. Anyway, I can take whatever I write. The underwear is like a bed sheet, but the material is not enough, so I subconsciously want to get another one to make up for it.

As soon as Puppet Master left the show, its popularity has suddenly dropped a lot recently. This makes me a little wary. I usually tell myself a few words: I can't push the puppet master just for the sake of popularity (although he does have the most roles), but the story line should be the most important thing.