Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 680: That’s it
Perhaps Lin Sanjiu accidentally made a noise in his excitement. The black figure in front suddenly stopped chewing and raised his round head.
"Who?"
Little Man's mouth was wet, and his words were still mixed with the liquid in his mouth. He climbed up with support on his matchstick-like limbs. A pair of protruding white eyes glowed with a faint edge of light in the darkness. He sniffed and immediately recognized Lin Sanjiu's location and turned his head towards the cabinet where she was.
"Sister, it's you," Little Preserved Egg said softly, "I can smell your scent."
When he opened his mouth, the shadow of a small piece of minced meat slipped out of his mouth; he quickly caught it and stuffed it back into his mouth.
Smell it?
Lin Sanjiu had just brushed off this thought when she saw those huge eyeballs had come closer and stopped in the dark gap between the cabinets. They met her eyes and stared at her silently for a few seconds.
While she was wondering, the black figure suddenly stretched his hand into the gap between the cabinets - seeing a handful of dead branch-like fingers coming towards her, her scalp went numb and she immediately called out [Only for pawns] Anesthesia Gun], the palm on top fired a shot.
Her counterattack was unexpectedly smooth; with a slight clang of metal, the little skinned egg only let out a half-whimper, and then fell down with a "gudong", and Lin Sanjiu took a breath.
This gun comes from the Garden of Eden, and the amount of anesthesia it contains shows no mercy to the target. It may be enough to bring down an elephant; whether the little preserved egg is a "replica" or a walking corpse, it will be just right. The anesthetic blocked his nerve responses.
The black shadow lying on the ground seemed to still be undulating slightly, so small that it was almost imperceptible.
It wasn't until she withdrew her gaze that Teacher Yi asked aloud: "What is that thing?"
"I don't know." Lin Sanjiu wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just listening to this familiar voice made him feel more relaxed. She hurriedly explained a few words and asked while squeezing through the furniture: "How is my consciousness? Is it enough to seal my hearing?"
"Enough is enough," Teacher Yi seemed to have read the part of her memory just now, and grasped the situation quickly: "But your consciousness has not recovered much, only enough to do one thing. Do you want to Use it to act as your senses, or do you want to use it to imitate things?"
Lin Sanjiu perked up and then couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Does this need to be said?
She couldn't even figure out what happened to her companions - especially the life and death of the puppet master, which had been hanging over her head like a dark cloud. She must use Ji Shanqing's mind.
She let out a long sigh and saw that the shadow of the little preserved egg had been left behind, so she sat down in the narrow space in front of a bedside table, stuffed the paper ball again, and then lowered her eyes. . After the gift bag disappeared, this was the first time Lin Sanjiu recalled him in her mind.
They once lay together under the stars and waited for dawn, and squatted together on the roadside and shared the same pot of hot soup. Lin Sanjiu used to book half of the bookstore for him. Sometimes the gift bag would be rested on her shoulder, her head tilted, and she would lazily turn the pages of a book. Occasionally, when he came across an interesting passage, he would read it to her, his voice as clear as a creek paved with pebbles; when the wind blew, his fine hair and the clean smell of soap would flow to Lin Sanjiu together. Nose fluttering.
It is hard to imagine that during those moments of cuddling with each other, Libao kept telling her a lie.
"Don't think about useless things," Teacher Yi couldn't help but interjected, "Imitate his thoughts and put his personality and way of thinking into your mind... You know what to do, don't just recall ."
Lin Sanjiu took a breath and nodded: "Okay, I'll do it again."
However, when she closed her eyes, the sound of the gift bag became clear in her ears without her control.
"Sister,"
Ji Shanqing was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of a building, his black hair fluttering in the wind under the blue sky. He rolled up the book, put it on his chin, lowered his head and smiled at her: "What if one day we suddenly separate?"
She forgot what she answered at that time, it was probably nothing more than something like "try hard not to separate".
"How can you say this kind of thing accurately in the apocalyptic world?" Ji Shanqing didn't seem satisfied with her answer.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Lin Sanjiu also smiled and stretched out her arms to block him behind him to prevent him from accidentally falling.
"I don't know." He would occasionally purse his lips slightly, looking like a bright red flower falling on a piece of white jade. "It would be nice if there was an 'anchor' to hold one of us in place. Then the other one would know where to look."
Lin Sanjiu burst into laughter at that time.
It is probably the dream of every evolver to stop wandering in reincarnation——
"Classmate Lin!" Teacher Yi's voice suddenly cut off her thoughts with a bit of sharpness, causing Lin Sanjiu to open her eyes suddenly. "Didn't I say that memories can't make you activate mimicry? You don't have much time, so stop thinking about it."
"Somehow, I just can't control it." Lin Sanjiu was also a little annoyed. She didn't expect that there would be times when she couldn't activate [Conscious Mimicry]. After taking a few deep breaths, before trying to activate her ability for the third time, she did not forget to scan around to make sure that there was no gap in the furniture where she was.
Just as she turned her eyes, she suddenly moved back and stopped on a large wardrobe. Even in the dim night, the huge mark carved on the closet door still faintly revealed a faint edge - that was the mark she left behind.
This is the wardrobe that the so-called "dead body of the puppet master" walked into.
"What's wrong?" Teacher Yi asked in his mind.
"It's nothing," Lin Sanjiu's eyes seemed to be stuck on the wardrobe, and she finally looked away. She lowered her head and said, "I'll try again."
After her words fell, she also lowered her eyelids. However, less than two seconds later, Lin Sanjiu found herself raising her eyes unconsciously and looking at the wardrobe again.
Why are you always looking at the closet? She questioned herself. The little preserved egg was not even a living person. How could he take it seriously if he lured Lin Sanjiu into the closet?
Having said that, Lin Sanjiu always felt like there was something stirring in the back of her mind. This feeling was very uncomfortable, as if there was a pebble in her shoe, but she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked. Not.
In Xiao Pei Dan’s description, the puppet master with his head hanging down and his feet scratching the floor... walked into the closet... the white fat man’s head... the matryoshka doll... the layers of matryoshka dolls that can be taken off. Can be worn...
The ability has never been activated, and Teacher Yi's voice sounded a little desperate: "Let me tell you, what on earth did you do today-"
"I know!"
Lin Sanjiu suddenly shouted, causing countless ripples in the night. As soon as the words came out, she realized that she was not just talking to Teacher Yi in her mind, but even shouting out loud; she quickly shut her mouth and said to Teacher Yi in her heart: "I, although I didn't activate the mimicry, I suddenly figured it out too!"
"What have you figured out?"
Lin Sanjiu jumped up and banged the coffee table next to her with a clang. There is no need to imitate the gift bag, because it is too simple - just like the word spelling game she played when she was a child, all the letters are actually in front of her, she just needs to put them together in the correct order.
"I know what happened to the puppet master," she said, her breathing quickening in excitement, "This matter is obvious - the puppet master is not dead, but the little preserved egg is also saying The truth! At least, at least the part about the puppet master should be the truth."
"It's really hard, I'd better read your expression directly," Teacher Yi muttered dissatisfied. After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard her say "Ah" slowly and suddenly in her mind: "That's it!"
If you find the order of letters, you can spell out a word; if you find the order of these seemingly messy situations, you can restore the other side of things.
1. Before entering the furniture cemetery, Polva had already taken off several layers of her "matryoshka body."
2. After entering the furniture cemetery, Polva took off at least one layer of her "matryoshka body" - this is evidenced by a human head.
3. Every time Polva takes off a layer ~IndoMTL.com~ it will become smaller.
4. The puppet master is half a head taller than Lin Sanjiu.
5. The puppet master was seriously injured and fell into coma, and could only be carried by Polva.
6. During the competition, Lin Sanjiu knew that when Bolva planned to put his "matryoshka body" back on, he had to find a place where no one could see him. The Queen of Soul even laughed at him for this. pause.
"It turned out that he was too small at the time, so when he carried the puppeteer into the closet, from a distance, he could only see the puppeteer but not Polva. No wonder the little preserved egg The puppet master's actions were described in such a weird way, with his head hanging down and his feet touching the ground... because he was not walking by himself at that time." Teacher Yi murmured and sighed, "Who would have thought that the truth turned out to be like this. Simple. If you had discovered it earlier, you would have saved yourself such a big detour..."
"If I didn't go around in such a circle, I wouldn't be able to find it."
"Then what are you going to do now?"
Lin Sanjiu breathed out and put her hand on the closet doorknob. She gently opened the closet door a crack, and the darkness in the closet, which was so thick that it seemed to be able to swallow everything, was waiting faintly inside. According to Little Man's story, they never came out of the closet - she didn't know if she could believe this; but what else could she do except believe it for the time being?
She could already smell the unique mild musty smell inside the old wooden wardrobe, which enveloped her together with the darkness.
"I'm going in to find them."