Doomsday Wonderland

Human bones…

That's right, it's human bones.

Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the small pile of broken bones in front of her.

She didn't know when she started to be able to distinguish human skeletons. Maybe it was because she had seen too many without realizing it.

When she was picking out this small pile of long and short bones from the garbage heap, she paid more attention, and finally pulled out a handful of hair from some black matter that looked like rotten wall skin. Hair is a very strange thing, and it will become particularly disgusting once it falls off, not to mention that they are now entangled like a thick net, catching countless mud, insect corpses and grass roots; the owner of the hair is undoubtedly dead. Which makes them even more disgusting.

"Such a curly hair is a bit much, it doesn't look like it fell out naturally." Lin Sanjiu recalled the scene where the copy grabbed her hair, and began to wonder what the connection was between the two: "Broken bones, dead people's hair...appeared In the copy..."

Throwing her hair away, she wiped her fingers on her pants.

The copy also said that many people who were unable to crack the secret room were trapped to death here. That being said, some remnants of human corpses are quite normal...

Although her reason told her so, Lin Sanjiu always had a lingering strange feeling in her heart. These remnants of human beings faintly touched her always very keen intuition.

What's wrong?

The skylight was slowly mixed with a reddish color, and the sunlight was falling deeper and deeper, making her shadow long and cast on the concrete ground in front of her, like another black corpse that fell motionless. There must have been many evolved people in the past who died while lying on the ground like this.

"If the gift bag was here, he must have cracked the secret room long ago."

Lin Sanjiu sighed and looked up at the sky. The setting sun was almost touching the horizon on the other side, and there wasn't much natural light left to take advantage of. The remaining dusk fell on the card in his hand, and the bright reflection swallowed up [Hello? Sister] half of this line.

"Contact him! Ask for his opinion," Teacher Yi encouraged, "Aren't you also worried about his condition?"

The card suddenly disappeared, replaced by the contactor, and the metal corners flashed in the sunlight.

Lin Sanjiu looked at it and hesitated for a while. He did not call Ji Shanqing, but was reluctant to turn it into a card and take it back. Finally, he gently placed it on the floor.

"It's because I'm worried about him that I can't contact him." She stood up and walked towards the grass ahead: "He is probably in danger... I can't let him be distracted by me. Okay, here are the statistics. Something else?"

"That's a lot." Teacher Yi sighed: "There is also a large piece of thick barbed wire with no beginning or end. I don't know what it is used for. There are also a few scattered clothes, such as a jacket and a pair of trousers..."

While listening to the statistical results, Lin Sanjiu carefully inspected the ground; before the sun completely set, she hoped that she could at least rebuild the other half of the warehouse.

Bending down in the wild grass to look for things on the ground is a time-consuming and tiring job; as the sun gets darker and darker, the soil between the grass roots is gradually swallowed up by shadows. When dusk finally gave way to night, Lin Sanjiu called out [Ability Polishing Agent], looked at an iron frame on the ground in the silver light, and exhaled.

"Wait a minute," she stopped Teacher Yi, who was still sorting out the statistical results, "What is this thing for?"

This rusted iron frame was once firmly embedded in the ground, and now it was still holding on to several cement boards, extending intermittently in the grass; because there were so many missing parts, she couldn't see the iron frame. How long was the box originally?

"Isn't this a door frame?" Lin Sanjiu observed it for a while before saying hesitantly. It looks a lot like the frame at the bottom of an iron gate.

"That's strange." Teacher Yi asked, "Look, there are the same cement floor fragments on both sides. If this is the door, does it mean that the same kind of floor is used inside and outside the warehouse? "

Generally speaking, after exiting the building, shouldn't it be on a sidewalk or road-like surface?

No matter how carefully you look, there is only a piece of dirt in front of you.

"Is this a gate?" She suddenly had an idea and stood up immediately: "There is a way to check it out."

After that, she stepped over the iron frame and took a big step into the wild grass in front of her; almost as soon as she took the second step, her boots stepped on the concrete floor again - and she returned to the row of rows of grass. In the secret room where the shelves are arranged.

She turned her head and glanced at the wild grass in the distance. The [Ability Polishing Agent] she left on the spot was dyeing the grass blades white with silver light.

...Sure enough, that's the door of the warehouse.

The door represents the end point of the "secret room space". If you don't break the secret room in the correct way and leave, you will return to the secret room again at the moment you cross the end point - this copy seems to be able to move or fold the space.

"Finally found where the gate is!" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "This can be considered a big breakthrough."

"What's next? Looking for the keys?"

"Maybe... but I only found a door frame and no chain. How can I open the door and go out?" She walked over and picked up the [Ability Polishing Agent] and looked around. Now that the night was completely dark, it was difficult for her to find something as inconspicuous as a key with only this small light source.

No, this order is wrong... Before there is a key, there should be a wall, a door on the wall, and a lock on the door.

After using the [power of description] to spread the cement floor, the grass disappeared, and the entire warehouse finally began to look like a warehouse. Based on the existing two walls, Lin Sanjiu tried to rebuild the other two walls - in her opinion, the four walls should all be the same; but somehow, no matter how she described it, the other two walls were There was no movement for a long time.

"This broken copy gives too few clues." She tugged at the pile of debris with her toes a little irritably, complaining, "There are no keys in these rubbish, what clues can it give me-"

Before he finished his sentence, he heard a "clang" and a small thing fell on the cement floor.

Lin Sanjiu and Teacher Yi were silent at the same time.

A key, only half a little finger long, was covered with a layer of yellow rust, and even if exposed to silver light, it would not shine or reflect.

"No, it can't be?" As she hurriedly grabbed the key, Teacher Yi stammered, "The copy is so simple - so cooperative - that it gave us the key?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't believe her luck for a moment, and looked at it several times under the silver light; the key in her palm was small and thin, and after removing the layer of yellow rust, it would probably be even slimmer.

"It's strange. When we did the statistics just now, there was no such key?" Teacher Yi thought of another question.

It seemed to have just fallen out of the junk pile.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the messy, dirty and scattered things on the ground. Suddenly, with a thought in mind, he bent down and grabbed the corner of a piece of cloth. He stretched out his hand and pulled, and the dirty dust that had accumulated for an unknown period of time rose into the air again. ——She covered her mouth and nose and raised her arms.

It was the coat mentioned in the statistical results.

Because it was dirty and worn, she could hardly recognize the original color of the coat; after thinking about it, she pulled out the jeans and shook them together a few times, choking on the dust and beating them several times. sneeze.

Lin Sanjiu already had a very simple guess: since the key was not found during the first search, it meant that it was originally packed into something and then fell out. UU read www.uukanshu． net Among this pile of miscellaneous items, only the pockets on clothes or trousers can fit a key.

"This warehouse is full of women's clothing, and the same style and size are all packed." While talking to Teacher Yi, she vigorously patted the dust on the clothes: "Only they are the same piece alone. It’s all men’s clothing.”

What's more, the key is also installed...

Lin Sanjiu raised his coat while thinking. It seemed like a windbreaker worn during outdoor sports. It was made of strong material and had survived to this day. Its pockets were not as deep as those of jeans, so if you put a key in it, it would easily slip out.

At night without artificial light, it was as dark as ink. Even with [Ability Polishing Agent], it was difficult to see clearly this piece of clothing that was as dirty as a rag. Besides, it is originally black, let alone——

"Eh?"

She was stunned, immediately turned over her shirt, leaned close to the light source and looked at her shoulders carefully, and then looked at her back.

The shoulders, collar, including the chest and hem are all dark blue that has almost faded due to wear and tear. Only the back and abdomen were a large area of ​​irregular dark black, and the fabric seemed to be slightly harder than other parts; in the vest, something tore a hole in the fabric.

"It turns out it's not black..." Lin Sanjiu murmured, "The owner of this coat once bled profusely and soaked the clothes... The hole on the back was probably made with a sharp instrument such as a knife. Cut."

The secret room dungeon does not kill people with knives. The deceased may have been killed by a companion who accidentally entered the dungeon. Although it is difficult to imagine that a mere knife edge can take the life of an evolver, but if the deceased was already weak and injured, If so, it's not impossible.

This explanation seemed reasonable, but Lin Sanjiu's brows never relaxed.