Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 915: The principle of confrontation

"I...I ate hot spring eggs and fried noodles last night."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Confiding to it was so natural and natural that when she deliberately suppressed the speed of her confession, she even felt uncomfortable all over.

She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to stop, not to pour out all the thoughts in her mind.

Let's talk a little bit to delay the time, and then think of a way...

"Very good. What then?" the voice behind the door encouraged with interest.

Lin Sanjiu recalled it.

When she opened the hot spring egg, the thick yellow liquid slipped from the egg white into the plate - she still remembered this scene clearly; the oily brown color and rich aroma of the soy sauce fried noodles were still vivid in her memory. Head. Although she "confided" her dinner to the hole-eyed monster, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Her memory is still intact in her mind.

What's going on? Did she guess wrong?

"That..." She chose to talk about things that were innocuous and tried to be as concise as possible: "Then I drank a glass of juice and went for a walk in the garden."

The man behind the door paused when he heard this.

"... I didn't expect you to be a rich man." He sounded as if he was suddenly jealous: "You even have fruits, vegetables, eggs and a garden, why are you hanging out with the degenerate?"

Just when Lin Sanjiu was about to open her mouth, she suddenly came back to reality and bit the tip of her tongue again. Compared to talking, this kind of conversation that started unknowingly would probably reveal more information - She pretended that she was thinking and quietly turned her eyes around.

The man behind the door is right, what Changzhi has been fighting with is nothing but air. The creature that once pretended to be Lin Sanjiu's voice was hiding somewhere in the darkness. Like a screenwriter and a director, it was creating and directing every step of Chang Zhang's actions: "...Yes, you go to the right. In a flash, you unexpectedly found that there was a big guy waiting for you on the right! You almost sent yourself straight into its hands."

As expected, Changzu dodged to the right, and then bounced up like an electric shock, almost tripping himself. It made a "ho" sound in its mouth, and suddenly swept its right arm bone to the side - but it didn't know that what it did was all in vain.

"Continue talking." The voice behind the door urged at this moment.

The countless dark holes seem to have some kind of wonderful attraction, which can attract people's emotions, feelings and thoughts - into that deep, dark, but safe and warm hole. Go inside.

It would be much easier if I could just give up struggling.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the hole in front of her, clenched her fists hard, but still spoke in a low voice: "I hope I can escape from here tonight..."

"Oh, yes, tell me more about your desires." The voice behind the door rose slightly.

"I just planned to borrow a path from the conservation garden. After all, this is a road I have walked. It is safer to take it again." She murmured, "I really didn't expect that the conservation garden at night would It has become so dangerous that there are even such creatures that are neither human nor fallen..."

The card next to my feet is still lying quietly on the ground. She never expected that she would be unable to resist like this tonight - now, the most she could do was barely control the speed of her "confidence" and try to delay as much time as possible.

Wait a minute, go back a little.

Lin Sanjiu was suddenly startled and thought for a while, following her thoughts just now.

Logically speaking, she can't resist now... But isn't the method of "controlling the speed and selecting only useless information" also a disguised and passive resistance?

Why is this kind of resistance okay?

What determines that she "cannot pick up cards" but "can suppress speed"?

She vaguely felt that once she found this key answer, she would probably find the key to get out of her current situation.

"Yes, our research has always been conducted underground." The man behind the door smiled and interrupted her thoughts: "After all, on the surface, we are just a base for producing fallen species."

Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised her head and glanced at Chang Zu. The latter was still struggling with the imaginary enemy. With the words "Your leg was slashed," it screamed out in pain, and a piece of cloth and blood spattered from its calf.

"It...was produced here?" she asked, pointing to the long legs.

"Of course, you can tell by looking at its age." Probably in order to lure Lin Sanjiu to talk more, the voice behind the door replied patiently: "The fallen species that were produced during the last days of Biluo Huangquan have long since disappeared. There are only a few left."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, carefully selected a sentence, and slowly opened his mouth while looking at the dark creature full of holes in front of him.

"The long legs are here for revenge, and they will kill you all."

This sentence was said very smoothly, without any hindrance - although this was also one of her forms of "confrontation consciousness".

When the man behind the door burst into laughter, Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes.

"With that degenerate species?" the person behind the door raised his voice, "My child is walking that degenerate species like a dog. Its life and death are all in one sentence!"

"I will help it survive. ~IndoMTL.com~" she tried softly. No problem, the words came out.

"Really?" The man smiled again, "But don't you want to talk?"

“I want to.” Lin Sanjiu looked back at the iron gate and replied, “I really want to. But——”

"But what?"

"I just want to say it, and I don't want you to hear it."

The man sneered: "Please feel free to do so. Xiao Kong, I promise she will talk to you."

The huge creature named "Little Kong" slowly lowered its face towards Lin Sanjiu again - more holes gradually opened on the dark plane.

It is really difficult to remain silent under so many holes. However, Lin Sanjiu had no intention of fighting her desire to talk at this time. She looked at the dense holes in front of her and said in a very low voice: "I understand."

"Xiaokong" faced her motionless, maybe he didn't understand.

"I understand your influence on me and what kind of rules it contains." Her voice was so low that only she could hear it. As soon as she spoke, she was drowned by the noise coming from Changzhu not far away. "It's actually very simple... If you are point A and I am point B, then any direct confrontation between us is not allowed. I can't pick up the card to deal with you, which is equivalent to drawing a straight line from point B. Connected to point A; but I can control the content and speed of my talk, because the ultimate object of 'controlling' this behavior is not you. So I can also help Changzhu survive. In that case, it is the ultimate object, point A. There is still no direct confrontation with point B."

Lin Sanjiu stopped and slowly smiled.

"Finally found it," she whispered to herself, "that fallen species had better thank me later."