Doomsday Wonderland

Can't imagine?

These words caused Lin Sanjiu's body to tingle and tremble layer by layer; if she didn't suppress it with force, she was really afraid that her skin would be blown apart layer by layer. She couldn't help but look back again. The cement space in front of her was silent, awkward, and empty, without any obstruction.

Just moving forward, what kind of imagination does this require?

Even if he doesn't know how to leave the dungeon, at least for now, as long as he keeps moving forward——

She suddenly gasped.

The reason why Qingjiu Liu suddenly leaned against the wall, the reason why he took a few steps with such difficulty, the reason why he fell to the ground... all of them were answered immediately.

The reason is obvious.

"You... don't know how to 'leave'?" Lin Sanjiu sat next to him and asked in a low voice. She could feel that the eyes of several people behind her were solemnly pressed on their heads.

Qingjiureu lowered his head and seemed to be frozen for a moment. After a very long few seconds, he nodded imperceptibly.

Lin Sanjiu found that she could not dig out any words from her chest.

She recalled the analogy Qingjiu made when he stayed in the restaurant; if a person can't figure out how to put a piece of clothing on his body, then he has lost the ability to "put on clothes"... Could it be that the same Can logic also be used in such a basic function as "walking"?

"It doesn't matter if you can't walk. There are many ways to travel..." Yuan Xiangxi spoke with a slight hesitation, and as he spoke, his voice gradually became lower. He is also an alert and intelligent person, and he must have realized that the seriousness of the problem may be far more than just Qingjiure's loss of the ability to walk.

What the dungeon wants is that Qing Jiuru "cannot leave the dungeon" - that is to say, walking is only a small part of it.

In addition to "walking", Qingjiuliu must have lost her imagination for other things; but Lin Sanjiu really couldn't imagine what it would be, and she didn't have the courage to ask.

He once said that copies will subtly make employees forget about the outside world and stay for a long time; now it seems that copies can actually increase the intensity and force people to complete this process in just a few minutes.

When was the copy discovered? Will Qingjiu Liu have any side effects?

"It was so close, so how could it happen all of a sudden..." She murmured, secretly hating herself for not being a few minutes earlier. With just a few more minutes, Qing Jiuru might have already walked out the door.

"It's not a matter of closeness." Qingjiuliu shook his head, every word seemed to be falling, slowly falling into some kind of black abyss. "It has been waiting for me to walk through this door... It knows that it cannot let my collapse appear in the casino and be witnessed by everyone."

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes.

"I'll show you how to walk, and you can try to imitate and learn how to walk, okay?" she asked.

"...I can actually still walk,"

Qingjiuru shook his head again and said slowly, "As long as I look back, the scene of me standing up, walking through the door, and walking back to the casino will naturally appear in my mind. Only when I look ahead When , my mind was blank. There was nothing, as if...my brain, my thinking, was cut off into a cliff. If I thought about it one more step...I would fall into nothing. In the void."

Dead silence filled the heart-stopping void after his words fell.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered something, turned her head quickly, looked at the puppet master as if looking at a life-saving straw, and said in a trembling voice: "The great witch..."

The puppet master paused, lowered his eyelids in silence, and the bright pink light of deep blue and almost black flashed slightly.

...There is nothing the great miko can do.

"I hate this kind of method of hiding in a corner to manipulate people's minds." Yu Yuan's voice was deep, obviously filled with uncontrollable anger. "We can find ways to save his lost imagination after we go out, but now, I just have to carry him away. What can this copy do to me?"

With that said, he had already strode to Qingjiuru's side. “We’ll figure it out as we go,” he said crisply, “but you can’t—no one can—be insulted like that by a copy.”

When Yu Yuan said this, he suddenly pulled out the [Confederate Flag] and threw it towards Pina, who was stunned outside the door. She seemed to be completely absorbed and stood outside in a daze, forgetting about herself. There was also a part of her neck stuck into the door; it was not until the [Confederate flag] fell on her head that she was so startled that she let out a little scream and hurriedly grabbed the flag.

"Activate it," Yu Yuan gave a brief command, then without looking at Pina, he turned to signal Lin Sanjiu to join him, preparing to lift Qing Jiuliu up one by one. Qingjiureu closed his eyes, a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead, but shook his head again.

In just tens of seconds, he had shaken his head three times; it was as if...as if besides shaking his head to express no, he had even lost the imagination to think.

"Even if you can drag me away now..." Seikuru said hoarsely, "When I have to stop and when I have to pick up the great miko... what can you do? I can't even take the great miko's body. If you can’t think of where or how to take me, what use will you do by dragging me along?”

Yu Yuan held back his anger and asked, "If not, what do you think we should do?"

Qingjiuru lowered his head and was silent for a while.

"There is a way..." he whispered.

The puppeteer's hand hanging by his side suddenly slightly flexed and opened his fingers a few times, like ripples in a pool of black water stirred by a subtle sound. As if he was holding back something, he hummed lowly, making Lin Sanjiu tremble all over.

Before she could figure out what the puppet master meant, she heard Jiu Liu speak.

"As long as I go back...I can recover...at least part of my thinking ability." He murmured, looking at the floor. "As long as I go back, I think I should be able to tell you where to pick up the body of the great witch. …”

Could it be that the great miko also realized Kiyakuru's method at the same time?

Lin Sanjiu didn't know that she couldn't look away from Qing Jiuliu at this moment.

"For me, it may be the same wherever I spend the rest of my life." Qingjiuru raised his head, smiled softly, and said: "Compared with the doomsday world, living in a dungeon is obviously safer and more comfortable. Right?"

Yu Yuan looked back at the puppet master solemnly, as if he wanted to ask him or the great witch what he meant; Yuan Xiangxi bit his knuckles with a row of white teeth, and seemed to be thinking hard about a solution.

"You don't have much time," Qingjiuru seemed to have made a decision for them, "If I turn around and go back right now, you still have a chance of escaping, but if it drags on any longer-"

"Close your eyes,"

Lin Sanjiu shouted suddenly and cut off his words. Everyone was startled by her words, but everything outside her body at this moment became a blur of unreality to Lin Sanjiu; she only remembered one thing, which was to rescue Qing Jiuliu from the copy. ——Besides, any other concerns, hesitations, and any emotions are meaningless.

"What?" Qingjiuliu looked at her and said, "You——"

Lin Sanjiu put her hands on his cheeks and said softly but firmly: "Close your eyes."

Qing Jiuli's eyelashes trembled a few times and slowly closed, covering the pair of eyes that seemed to be hiding a sea of ​​stars.

"You said in the restaurant that you have been forcing yourself over the years, repeatedly imagining leaving the dungeon and imagining the outside world as a kind of resistance to the dungeon." She felt Qingjiureu move slightly, as if he wanted to speak, and took the lead. He whispered: "I know you have no ability to resist now... Then I will do it. You put your attention on my voice, and don't think about anything... I will describe the outside for you. world.

"When we arrived in the spacecraft, half of the sky was filled with gray clouds, and the other half was blue. The blue was very light and weak, as if it would dissipate with a single breath and turn into white clouds. The waves were covered by the waves. The wind blew it into pieces, breaking into countless layers of blue, with a little bit of skylight on the top of the small waves... Do you remember blue, right? A blue that is almost like ink, a transparent blue, a blue with green... …”

As she spoke, she put down her hands, and several cards flashed in her hands, which she held tightly.

"Over that endless sea, under the low and gloomy sky, I once saw a bright white fire. It was the fire that bloomed when a spaceship exploded, lighting up half of the sky. The person who decided to commit suicide once planted vegetables on a rooftop and carefully picked a snail from the vegetable leaves. Do you remember the snail?"

Kiyokuru closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes still trembling.

"He and I met at the 'One Hundred Thousand Worlds Shifting Dream', and it was all because of the Puppet Master." Lin Sanjiu smiled as he spoke, and slowly described the scenery on the sea to He listened: the snow-white seagulls leisurely sailing under the blue sky, the evolvers gliding between the seagulls; the endless seaside road; occasionally starships and spaceships that have obtained permission to fly, UU Kanshu www.uukansu.net slowly from It rises on the distant horizon and eventually disappears into the clouds.

She describes more than just the sea.

"Karma Museum is such a big world..." she said softly, "Besides such a big world, there are endless worlds and endless universes. I have many friends who I want to introduce to you. ...I want you to experience the method of traveling as a star in the starry sky of consciousness."

Yuan Xiangxi took a deep breath behind him.

"You can open your eyes now," Lin Sanjiu said. "There aren't many things here for me to use, but I think this is probably enough for you to regain some of your imagination..."

When Qingjiuru opened his eyes, he found that he was sitting on the waves with shimmering light, and above his head was the huge and bright Milky Way waterfall across the night sky.

In the distance where the starry night meets the sea, there is a long coastline; the lights belonging to humans are like an undulating network of light on the continent, complementing the starry sky.

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