Doomsday Wonderland

After she fell into coma for the first time, the backup measures Lin Sanjiu had prepared disappeared along with her consciousness.

Now trying to summon the [Nostradamus] card again is like trying to pick up a slipping fish from the empty abyss under your feet in the dark night.

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And Lin Sanjiu's will to "hook the fish" is not a rope, but a puff of smoke; often her will dissipates halfway before being conveyed to [Flat World]. After several consecutive efforts, the palm of her hand It was still empty, but she was so exhausted that her vision went dark for a while.

After her vision lit up again and her thoughts took shape again, Lin Sanjiu knew that she was in a dilemma.

If she kept forcing herself to call the "Nostradamus Card" repeatedly, she would lose consciousness due to the heavy physical burden; but she couldn't take a break, otherwise her body would get worse with every second that passed. She was one step away from calling out the card - and other diseases were eroding her physiological barriers all the time.

what to do?

Lin Sanjiu was lying on the thin and dirty mat, her head still tilted to one side. In her field of vision, which was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, Yu Yuan was also sitting on the ground at some point, with his back pressed tightly against the wall. , staring at her unblinkingly.

He is the only one who still has the ability to act and think, so he should——

"You can't fool me," Yu Yuan said suddenly.

What?

"Do you think I don't know?" Yu Yuan stared at her, his lips opening and closing very lightly, as if under his shimmering skin, he was pressing something that was about to explode. "I have discovered it a long time ago. You have programmed one dilemma after another, starting from the so-called end of the world, such as the sewer maze, the dream copy, the data body, and the Black Mountain Town... I have cleared the level again and again, and you have continued to get it. Come up with new ways to torture me. What is your purpose? Let me go home!"

Lin Sanjiu stared at him blankly, and finally realized that what Yu Yuan was looking at was not him, but a point in the air behind him, as if there was someone standing there that no one could see.

"Yu..." She opened her lips and formed a weak word with her breath; but the word was too weak and weak, and it was far from enough to pull Yu Yuan back from the darkness on the other side.

Yu Yuan fell into a hallucination, and the puppet master lost his response to the outside world. Pina could do nothing except desperately trying to breathe in. Qing Jiuliu sometimes couldn't even wake up when he coughed up blood. He didn't know when he would... Suffocated by the blood that filled her lungs... During the ticking countdown to life, she could only lie here, letting her body and thoughts be torn into intermittent tatters by the pain, unable to do anything.

There is always a way. She doesn't believe that there is really a desperate situation in the world... But what is the way?

"Lin Sanjiu."

She stirred, and the thick fog in her mind gradually dissipated a little, and then she realized that she had just passed out again.

Who is calling her?

The voice was low and deep, but strangely contained a light and airy tone, as if the person's mouthpiece was separated from his will and was merely driven by mechanical movements to produce the sound. After a while, the voice called her again, and Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that it was the puppet master.

Could it be that he has woken up?

Even Alzheimer’s patients have brief moments of clarity, right?

With this thought, she seemed to have a little more strength all over her body, and she responded quietly through her nose.

The puppet master fell silent.

What's wrong, has that moment of clarity passed?

It took another half a minute before he spoke again, with a vague vagueness in his tone that reminded people of a child learning to speak: "I...I am...a great witch."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned. If she still had the physical strength, she would probably be riddled with countless emotions at this moment; but she had no energy to feel, so she could only let that one thought pass through her and fall from her empty and broken body. ——The puppet master’s consciousness may have completely disappeared into the black abyss.

Every word he said at this moment should have been muttered by him subconsciously after the great witch repeated it in his mind countless times. Since he has lost all responses to the outside world, the only thing that can slightly stimulate him is the voice of the great witch inside his head.

"Consciousness...power..." After the puppet master finished speaking, he paused for a while before continuing the second half of the great miko's sentence: "It's useless."

Of course it's useless, Lin Sanjiu thought almost desperately. Consciousness has many functions, but curing diseases is never one of them.

She gritted her teeth—or, she gritted her teeth in her mind, because she didn't really have the strength to use her muscles to grit her teeth—and tried to summon the "Nostradamus Card" again.

"Take..." Lin Sanjiu gasped and said between failed attempts, "Ill..."

She couldn't say the word "demon" no matter what. All her consciousness was forced into her hands, forcing the card library to react even slightly, so that other parts - how to think, how to speak, how to breathe. , had to be temporarily abandoned.

However, the great witch understood what she meant; after a few seconds of silence, the puppet master spoke: "The disease is gone."

At that moment, even Lin Sanjiu, who was unable to generate emotions, seemed to be suddenly thrust into a roller coaster. Just when he hit the bottom, he was thrown into the sky again - because just as the puppet master finished speaking At the same time, she felt an extra card in her hand; the hard edges of the card were as light as nothing, resting on the skin of her fingers.

The [Nostradamus Card] was finally called out.

"It's not just the disease," the puppeteer looked at the air, his eyes unfocused, and said eloquently: "All the special items are... gone."

Lin Sanjiu's heartbeat paused.

Wait... when she was trying to call out the [Nostradamus Card] just now... why did she feel like she was fishing from an abyss of nothingness?

Perhaps it should be said that her card library is obviously full of things, but why does it feel like an empty abyss?

Where are her belongings?

She had tried so many times, but only now did she suddenly realize that during the process of calling the card, she had not even felt the presence of her other special items.

"The ability to evolve and consciousness are still there." The puppeteer murmured, repeating the words of the great witch in his mind, "The items...are all seized by the medical system."

Lin Sanjiu opened her lips slightly, but no sound came out.

She didn't know why this happened, and the great witch might know it, but the puppet master seemed to have slipped deeper into an irreversible situation, and he didn't speak again for a long time. But no matter what, as long as you absorb the doomsday elements and escape from this place, everything can still be saved...

She couldn't lift the card to look at it, and she couldn't be sure whether it was working normally. She could only activate the card again and again by feeling. During the moment when the puppet master fell silent, Lin Sanjiu kept repeating the same thing. command, trying to salvage the weak signals of improvement from the body.

As long as they absorb the doomsday factors, they can recover, right? The doomsday factor in this apocalyptic world at this moment must be the effect of [disease], right?

God's reward for her efforts was a sharp, desperate whistle - this time, it suddenly sounded from Yu Yuan's mouth.

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

They were put into the isolation room one step ahead of her... Now it seems as if the infection has already begun.

How could this be the case? [Nostradamus Card] cannot absorb the doomsday elements in the entire world model, but a lot of them in just one room should be sucked clean. Why does it not prevent the infection at all?

Maybe it’s because I haven’t absorbed enough cards…

Lin Sanjiu managed to gather up the consciousness that was about to dissipate, and forced it into the card in his hand again.

If it hadn't been for the sound of banging metal and metal, which suddenly broke the heavy and thick silence in the room, she might have fainted again; she was startled and realized that someone had opened the two doors of the isolation room. Daomen - A sound of footsteps that was not troubled by illness soon entered the room.

"It's time to take medicine," the instructor's worried voice echoed in the room. After finishing speaking, he paused and sighed. "...No one will respond anymore."

After all, it was Lin Sanjiu's humanoid object. He did not hide his preference at all and said to the other person behind him: "Help me help Lin Sanjiu up. I will give her medicine first."

Yes, this place is called [Medical System], so there should be treatment methods, and patients should not just be gathered together waiting to die...

Lin Sanjiu felt someone reach under her body, press her back, and support her up - then her eyes met the face of a plastic model.

His dark eyes were always looking up at the sky, his red lips were fixed on his smile, and a wig sat crookedly on his head. Protruding from her armpits were two plastic hands.

It supported Lin Sanjiu with both arms, but stretched out its upper body at an angle, turning its head to meet her eyes, as if it wanted to stare at her with those painted eyes.

"You can't let anyone take care of you, otherwise you will all be infected, so we are the only non-human beings who are nurses. Come on, take your medicine," the instructor said, squatting down with an expression that had never appeared on his face before. complex look. "Oh, get well soon, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words, he just lowered his head, took out a paper-wrapped square from a tray, and opened the wrapping paper. The instructor took out the medicine from the paper bag and handed it over. Lin Sanjiu also lowered his head - it was difficult to raise his head, but it was easy to let his neck hang down according to gravity.

At that moment, she saw two things clearly.

The first is the [Nostradamus Card] lying in her hand; after trying to absorb the doomsday factors so many times, the battery progress is still 0%.

Second, the "medicine" the instructor handed her was a sugar cube commonly used when drinking coffee.