Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 925: Baton

How to lead the way where there is no road?

Lin Sanjiu's eyes cast along the tall iron gate, until they were swallowed up by the mist in the distance, and then they fell back on Siba'an.

"People who are not familiar with the Twelve Organizations often have a misunderstanding."

The blond man standing with the backlight seemed to smile at her in the dim night. He raised his finger and pointed at the tall iron gate and whispered: "...Each organization occupies a place and has its own building, so outsiders always think that they are adjacent to each other but have nothing to do with it, as they appear on the surface. ."

"Isn't that so?" Lin Sanjiu tilted her head and looked at him.

The force field's influence on him seemed to be blocked by something, and it could only push forward inch by inch; his voice was a little rushed, but it was much more stable than her previous state.

"That's because they want the rest of the world to have this misunderstanding."

Obviously it is not his mother tongue, but there is a strange and natural rhythm in Sibaan's deep and melodious voice, which seems to be able to attract and disturb people's minds and drag them deep into the smoke in that voice. .

"What do you mean?"

"...Do you like music?"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned: "I-I quite like it."

Sibaan smiled softly, as if a hand suddenly grasped the person's heart and then gently released it.

"I have always been grateful for the existence of music. The notes emitted by various instruments form what seem to be several different parts, but they respond to each other, entwine with each other, and ultimately resonate into beautiful music."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure out what this had to do with the Twelve Organizations and the current way out, so she could only look at him in confusion.

Sibaan didn't explain, he just turned around and gestured to her - she understood when he put his finger on the high iron door.

Before taking action, she took one last look at the long feet on the ground not far away.

She will never see it again and won't have to worry about it attacking her. The shop selling milk cakes might be empty for a few days, and then another degenerate one would be replaced. The fallen species that took the initiative to be her guide and was thinking of saving money for its goal had ebbed from the universe just like countless other lost beings. Even if it leaves any mark, it will be wiped out from this world by the wind and waves in a blink of an eye, like footprints on the beach.

Not just it, Lin Sanjiu glanced at Sibaan, lowered his gaze and took two steps back.

We will all face that day when no one will remember our existence, our lives, our joys and sorrows.

She leaned down and rushed towards the iron door; with the strength of her leap, she raised her hand and threw out a wave of consciousness to hang on the edge of the iron door, and climbed up as soon as she turned over to the top.

Starlight fell into her field of vision like a wave that suddenly crashed onto the cliff.

When it was on the ground, it was difficult to accurately judge how wide such a tall door was. It wasn't until it turned over that Lin Sanjiu realized that the door was wide enough to accommodate a car. Pass. She walked back and forth a few steps, stopped and looked into the distance. The long city wall standing high in the air stretched forward into the night, as if she could keep running along it, into the sky, and into the unknown end of the world.

Sbaan's shadow fell silently at her feet.

"Have you seen the arsenal in the distance?" His low, soft voice was like a wave rising from the depths of a dream. "Do you know why I want it?"

Lin Sanjiu shook his head. The lines that make up the shadow of the steel factory are emotionless, connecting to each other straight and reliably, forming a vague, hard shadow in the distance.

"Because I have the ability to get it."

Sbaan lowered his head on her shoulder, his voice and warm breath touching the skin of her neck. "It is one of the few things in the world that can be mine... Even though there were a few twists and turns in getting it, it is still mine. I sympathize with those who try to stand between me and it."

Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat and she endured no response.

Has he already guessed - guessed why he came alone?

While she was silent, Sibaan sighed softly. She felt that he seemed to turn his head and glance in the direction of Changzhi's corpse.

"I hope you can appreciate the music played by the Twelve Organizations tonight as much as I do." He whispered, "What I will show you next is only known to a few people in the apocalyptic world."

Before Lin Sanjiu could react, she suddenly felt a slight tremor under her feet.

It is unimaginable that such a heavy, wide, and tall steel door can be so quiet when moving - the subtle friction sound is blown by the wind and scattered into the night. Only the long iron door under the feet, under the operation of gears and hinges, opened in units of ten meters, slowly spreading out like countless giant building blocks, scattered in the night sky.

"The towering Biluo District you see," Siba'an's voice floated gently in the hazy light, "are all woven together piece by piece like this. For every unit~IndoMTL. com~I call it a 'note'. If you find the right conductor, you can play the music you want."

Lin Sanjiu looked at everything in front of her in shock: the giant iron gates were arranged in two rows, and the ground seemed to be folded layer by layer by invisible forces, rolling forward and crawling at the feet of the two of them. She could see the paths, walls, and courtyards in which she was trapped just now, with the black shadows of different shapes inside them being washed away under the night - this space seemed to suddenly come to life, with muscles, muscles, and In the pulsation of blood vessels and heartbeat, a new appearance was gradually reshaped.

In its new appearance, the "Rare Animal Sanctuary" dispersed like quicksand, and the arsenal gradually changed from a steel silhouette in the distance to the ground - this feeling is very strange and unreasonable, but Lin Sanjiu really felt that this familiar city of steel seemed to be rising from the ground little by little.

"What...what's going on?" She suspected that she was dreaming. "Where are the people and monsters in the protection park?"

"There is no one who protects the park at all." He smiled affectionately, "Did you see anyone behind the door?"

No.

"That's right." Lin Sanjiu listened blankly as he continued: "After countless years of cooperation, the Twelve Organizations... have achieved symbiosis by taking root in each other. .The twelve organizations are one, although it still retains twelve faces. The protection park you see here is actually just another part woven out of part of the 'notes' from the arsenal. In order to match the arsenal It has a symbiotic relationship, and it can change its appearance and play different functions at any time, and the special creatures it cultivates can become the defense line of the arsenal."

"And it just so happens that I have a baton in my hand that can control this part of the voice."