Doomsday Wonderland

If she found the right angle, Lin Sanjiu could still vaguely see the blurry shadow of the little preserved egg even though there was a lot of furniture and clutter. Of course, this was because she had seen the child before and knew what she should be looking for in the vast darkness. shape. The little preserved egg has been sitting on the single sofa, facing the large wardrobe, and has never moved; if you are not careful, you may think that he is a strange-shaped piece of furniture.

After exhaling, Lin Sanjiu quietly looked away from the gap between the two large bookcases. Turning around, she once again met her eyes with the dark void under the dining table.

She stared at the deep, dark, tunnel-like space under the table, knowing she had no choice.

The Puppet Master, if he were still alive and sane, would never take the initiative to crawl into a closet. In fact, no one would do this politely.

In this way, she had to move forward: no matter how slim the chance was, she had to find the puppet master, and she had to find a few other people.

Now, there is only one way forward.

The road was looking at her in the dark.

Lin Sanjiu wanted to find someone to talk to and discuss, but after his consciousness dried up, Teacher Yi also fell silent. Only after her body slowly regains sufficient consciousness will Teacher Yi come to her mind.

What does the Supreme God want to do?

She slowly squatted down and looked into the darkness under the dining table.

His goal was to analyze one of himself or the puppet master, so he replaced the ocean with a furniture graveyard in order to trap the others and attack only the two of him. Now that everyone else has dispersed, she still hasn't seen even a trace of the Supreme God. Is it really like what little preserved egg said? The Supreme God caught the puppet master, analyzed him, and then killed him, so Xiaomei Dan saw the dead puppet master walking into a closet with his head hanging down and dragging his feet.

no, I can not

Lin Sanjiu had no basis to refute this idea, she was just too pale to admit it.

Or the little preserved egg is lying.

How did a child with no ability to evolve survive these past few years?

"Sister, don't you believe me?"

The sound made Lin Sanjiu's pores explode. When she jumped up, she almost bumped into the dining table. With a sudden twist, she saw a big white eyeball in the gap between the big bookcase.

It's a little preserved egg. He didn't know when, but he followed quietly.

She almost forgot that the furniture here seemed to absorb a large part of all sounds.

Lin Sanjiu froze for half a second, but finally made no move. She stared at the half of the eyeball, which swayed and retreated into the darkness. Little Man's voice came from behind again, "Sister, I didn't lie to you."

"What?"

"You didn't go into the closet," Little Man said quietly. His voice was no longer so weak. Maybe it was the bowl of instant noodles that helped. "Aren't you looking for that person? I didn't lie to you, he really went into the closet."

Lin Sanjiu slowly narrowed his eyes.

"You came all the way," she said softly, "just to tell me this, to let me go into that closet?"

Xiaopidan stuttered: "Well, no, it's not."

"It's okay if it's not." Lin Sanjiu was still staring at the narrow, dim gap, "I decided not to look for him, okay?"

The sound coming from the gap seemed to have a hint of crying. "me"

"I'm leaving." Lin Sanjiu clenched her fists and slowly lowered her body. The tornado whip was always in her hand, but she never called it out. She didn't want to do anything to Little Man yet. Even if there was only one percent chance that he told the truth, one percent was still one percent. "Aren't you leaving?"

A breath was exhaled from the dark gap. "I'm so tired from walking here. I'll just stay here."

In other words, he doesn't plan to leave.

Lin Sanjiu bit her lip, feeling as if her eyes were getting sore as she stared at the gap. The black hole under the dining table still stuck to her back, and it seemed that even the air blowing from below was particularly cold.

If she had only one choice just now, now there is an additional restriction on her choice.

Lin Sanjiu bent down again and put his hands on the ground. She hated doing this, but she had no other choice; staring at the gap where the little preserved egg was, she backed away little by little into the darkness under the dining table, without looking back.

The hairs on her back stood up, but it was not because she felt something behind her; the darkness behind her became colder and colder, and grew larger and larger until it swallowed up Lin Sanjiu. Ahead, where she had just stood, soon turned into a small patch of gray.

She looked straight at the gray patch, constantly pushing herself into the unknown darkness behind her.

Lin Sanjiu had seen it before. Behind the dining table was a set of large corner sofas. The parts of several corner sofas are stacked together, blocking the dining table; there is only a small space on the right side that can be squeezed out.

Before she climbed in, she had already figured out where to go out and which piece of furniture she would bump into. After all, a dining table, even a large dining table for twelve people, always has its limits.

But the darkness under the table has no boundaries.

It's been five minutes.

The cold sweat on Lin Sanjiu's back pricked her skin like countless tiny needles. She maintained this position and retreated for five minutes, but she still did not exit the dining table or bump into the sofa behind her. What happened under the bed happened again; this time she was not so surprised, so she could keep walking for five minutes, but she could hardly stand it anymore.

There was no point in staring ahead anymore. Lin Sanjiu slowly stopped, panting in the biting darkness and wiping away cold sweat.

She turned around silently and faced the darkness ahead.

Anyway, she had to choose one between darkness and little skinned egg and show her back to it.

The darkness still seemed endless. The thicker the darkness, the heavier it seems; it sticks moistly to people's skin, pressing heavily on every nerve. The clothing material rubbed against the ground in the silence, and every rustling sound made Lin Sanjiu want to turn around and rush out.

Last time, there was a little skinned egg following her quietly, which startled her; but this time it was just the sound of her own clothes rubbing, and she couldn't help but feel a little frightened like a frightened bird, and even couldn't help but want to stop. Listen again.

Unknowingly, Lin Sanjiu stopped.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against the ground made her breath freeze in her nose as she continued to breathe. Lin Sanjiu turned her head, expecting to find the little preserved egg following behind her quietly; however, there was no one behind her. The rustling sound was getting closer and closer, emerging from the darkness in front of her and almost touching her ears.

She couldn't help but make a sound from her throat, and the friction sound stopped immediately; just when Lin Sanjiu shouted out the tornado whip and was about to swing it, she heard a "crack" sound, and suddenly in front of her There was a firelight.

"Is it, is it you?"

The swaying light of the fire lit up the little face, and the light and shadow were uncertain, making her look very strange. Luye's eyes widened with a bit of fear, and even the match in his hand was shaking: "W-what are you going to do? Why are you here?"

"Is it you?" Lin Sanjiu also asked a meaningless question. Her mind was still numb, and she didn't dare to put down the whip in her hand. She glanced at the little girl in front of her, and just as she was about to take a closer look at her facial features, the match went out with a "pop".

Darkness, heavier than before, fell.

"Another one is missing," Lu Ye's voice was still trembling, as if she had also been severely frightened by Lin Sanjiu. "I don't have many matches left."

"I also want to ask why you are here," Lin Sanjiu's lingering fear still lingered. The two of them coincidentally did not approach each other and kept a distance. "Didn't you leave long ago?"

"That guy," Luye's voice suddenly became a little more indignant, "it turns out he asked me to leave because he turned the neighborhood into this hellish place. I ran towards the open space at first, but I kept running. There are more and more of these ghost furniture, and I can’t escape at all.”

Makes sense.

"Do you only have matches?" Lin Sanjiu's words didn't mean anything else, but they made Lu Ye get on guard: "Sister, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net It's good to have matches, although I don't have many. Yes. I'm in the business of special items. Simple and practical things like lighting are sometimes easier to sell than pistols with unlimited bullets."

"Where did you come in from?"

"Where else can we come in?" Luye was covered in armor. It seemed that apart from talking about business, he would be met with this attitude no matter what he said. It was actually very common among people who were trying to survive alone in a post-apocalyptic world. "Isn't it just from under the bed? Where else?"

under the bed?

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help being stunned. She couldn't help but reached out and touched her head, but the dining table and bed boards were probably made of wood, so she couldn't find anything.

In the darkness, Luye couldn't see her movements, so she continued.

"I saw one of you," the little girl said, her voice finally softened a little, as if she felt a little sorry. "But what I saw was a body. He was dead."