Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1887: Do you remember the name of this world?

Lin Sanjiu stretched out her hand and pulled the sheet lower over her head, ensuring that only her chin could still see the light.

The only good thing about this weird town is probably that it's weird. If she were in any other place, someone would wrap themselves up tightly in sheets and walk on the road, which would definitely attract a lot of looks and suspicion; at this moment, the little legs coming and going in front of her eyes didn't even stop. , it seemed like no one had paid much attention to her.

Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly.

I never imagined that there would be times when she would rather try calling out a bed sheet dozens of times than take out a special item - not only because special items may not be effective in this place, but more importantly, how can a copy Will you use special items?

Fortunately, her evolutionary abilities and special items are either dulled or asleep... Otherwise, if she takes action when she is confused and ignorant, she will immediately become the target of public criticism, right?

Although he still didn’t know what was going on, Lin Sanjiu was certain that everyone walking in front of him was essentially a copy.

It’s funny to say that before this conjecture appeared, she was like a headless fly running between various mysteries; once she had a conjecture, it was very easy to prove it.

"Have you dealt with many evolvers recently?"

When Lin Sanjiu followed the truck driver into the town, he asked calmly on the surface, but in fact his stomach was almost knotted with nervousness. She deliberately asked vaguely. After all, the fact that the other party is a copy really makes people think and find it hard to put their finger on it. "What are their chances of successfully completing...?"

"I have been quite leisurely recently."

As the truck driver spoke, he sighed - it was a miracle that he didn't hear the thumping heartbeat in Lin Sanjiu's chest.

He continued: "I suspect some evolver put the news about me in the 'One Hundred Thousand Worlds of Dreams'. Now the people in my area seem to be alert, and when they see the road from a distance When a truck appears, go around it immediately."

Lin Sanjiu forced herself to inhale slowly and exhale slowly, suppressing every muscle in her body that wanted to tremble.

The amount of information in this sentence is far greater than it seems on the surface - he is indeed a copy; but if the copy site is the truck, what about him? Is it a copy creature or a copy host?

No matter which one it is, it is obvious that these "copies" have broken the rules and can not only leave the copy, but even take their copies with them: the truck driver drove the truck and the red T-shirt His motel.

"The area I can cover is those four or five streets. Once they bypass those streets, I have nothing to do. I can only drive on the streets over and over again, hoping to meet a few. The unlucky guy who heard the news."

"I am different from those copies that enjoy hunting..." The truck driver frowned and suddenly asked: "You said, why do we have to be driven by this instinct to swallow as many evolved beings as possible? ”

Copy can also produce this kind of self-awareness and self-examination? Could it be that he doesn't want to do it either?

Lin Sanjiu was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to sigh.

"How are you?" The truck driver was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "People like you are relatively rare."

Coming, Lin Sanjiu quietly wiped the sweat on her palms on her long coat.

"I envy you." She was nervous, her throat was dry, and she coughed before saying, "I have no way to actively search for evolvers... I can only put out a few lines when the time is up to see who I meet. Who cares. As for what happened to those people later, I don’t know whether the old friends they met were friends or enemies.”

She thought about it repeatedly and felt that the copy of [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] should be run like this; if it was wrong, if there was something she didn’t know yet——

"It's the same kind of torture as me." The truck driver nodded, "Even if there is no one around, you have to keep trying..."

Passed!

Lin Sanjiu let out a silent breath, and she could still feel the lingering fear on her skin.

Sure enough, thanks to the [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] dungeon line on her arm, the people here—no, the dungeon people here all regard her as a dungeon.

No wonder they all fell together, everyone is very friendly to her, but the puppet master has become a caged bird; no wonder Red T-shirt thinks she has the ability to "find people when she looks for them".

But this means that the copy of [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] is not here? Not every copy can come to this place?

Although Lin Sanjiu still had countless questions in her mind, she knew that she could not spend too much time with the truck driver.

The fear of leaking is only one aspect; the other aspect is that although she tried her best to cover her appearance with her long coat, the red T-shirt now knows that she has a problem and will definitely not ignore her. If his warning was spreading through the town, she had to get away before it reached the truck driver.

Between the dungeons, they were quite friendly; Lin Sanjiu made an excuse at random, and the truck driver nodded to her, and invited her to come and sit with him next time - "We all need to find evolution. Or, maybe we can work together?"

Lin Sanjiu didn’t even know what she had answered.

After she wrapped herself in a sheet~IndoMTL.com~, she discovered that her back was soaked with sweat under this thin and fragile layer of security.

We can't delay... we must find the puppet master as soon as possible and get out as soon as possible.

The dungeon in this place does not seem to be activated, and is more like the "shell" of the real dungeon - otherwise, she would not be able to get out of the yard of the carp pond, nor the small woods - but on the surface, it is more like a "shell". The more peace she had, the less stable she felt.

This kind of peace is completely unreasonable.

It stands to reason that Lin Sanjiu has been exposed, but she walked half a circle around the town, and the "search team" she imagined did not appear - it was like the red T-shirt kept silent and hid it for her. It seems like he has lost his whereabouts. Why?

Without enough time to think of a result, she suddenly stopped on an empty piece of land outside the town.

Lin Sanjiu slowly lifted the bed sheets and looked into the distance without blinking.

Her guess was right...she finally found it.

The pale giant in the distance seems to have been swollen and changed beyond recognition. At first glance, it seems that there is still a gray and worn-out white swan swimming ring stuck in its waist. The swimming ring looked too small, sinking deeply into the swollen, snow-white, vesicle-like skin; only those who have personally walked through a lake tour dungeon can tell that it was a boat with an empty bottom and a reduced size. Cruise ship.

There was a dark figure floating in the dark green lake next to him.