Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 938: On the importance of humility

The museum is obviously closed and no entry or exit is allowed, so why is there still anyone here?

Bohemia frowned, only to hear that the footsteps were very close, and it sounded like more than one person; she hurriedly took two steps back, and quickly knocked three times on another triangular wall. Down. When the scenery appeared in the wall like ripples of water, she didn't have time to look at it and jumped in in a flash. As soon as she put her back legs into the wall, two people walked out from the next door.

After Bohemia broke in, she turned around and immediately pressed her ears against the wall.

"There isn't one here either," said a strange voice: "How many branches have we looked for?"

The person he spoke to just said a deep "hmm".

"Isn't this just like finding a needle in a haystack?" The first person to speak seemed to be quite young, "There are at least fifty concrete worlds here."

"There is no other way, let's continue checking one by one."

"I don't think he's here. After all, who is that person? How could he just sit there and wait for death?"

"Stop talking," the other older man didn't want to talk more and lowered his voice: "Be careful that the target hears you."

Although his voice lowered, this sentence was much clearer than the previous sentences; as soon as Bohemia reacted, she cursed silently - when they were talking just now, they had already walked She is in front of this world branch.

She remembered that there was another triangular wall on the opposite side.

"Left or right?" The young man didn't take his companion's words to heart at all, and his voice was still clear. "Which one to go to?"

They are coming from the right side of Bohemia. If they choose the left side, the two sides will collide. Bohemia quietly took a few steps back, keeping some distance from the entrance and exit, ready to turn around and run away at any time - she had no attachment conditions now, and the real situation would never allow her to make extravagant decisions. Just when she was breathing heavily, she heard the older man make a decision: "This way."

Which way is this? Can't you explain the left and right clearly?

The curses that flashed through Bohemia's mind at this time were so rich and vivid that they could put any gangster to shame. She quickly glanced back, trying to find a hiding place near the entrance; if those two people really entered this concrete branch, she planned to sneak out behind them.

A pair of round, big, protruding eyeballs with long eyelashes caught her gaze.

Bohemia was almost frightened, so she calmed herself down and pressed her heart back again. The alpaca-like creature turned its head indifferently to her and paced slowly away into the middle of an empty, cracked highway. There was a wilderness on both sides of the highway; the wind picked up an empty plastic bag, and the road was blocked by half a car that had been smashed into pieces of iron.

How about hiding in that crappy car? She hesitated for a moment as she looked at it.

The "Pavilion of World Representations" is a place that she has never been able to fully understand; scenes from fifty apocalyptic worlds have been reconstructed here, although they may not be complete. They are all completed bit by bit by the evolvers in this world - except for the gray walls as the "entrance and exit coordinates", the rest of the place is almost the same as the real world; of course, this is not the most wonderful thing about them. at.

Just getting into an abandoned car, that shouldn’t matter, right?

Bohemia made up her mind, but just as she made a move, she heard three knocks on the wall outside. The sound didn't sound like it was tapping on the wall next to her; it sounded a little muffled because of the distance. She stopped abruptly, held her breath and listened for a while, and found that there was no sound in the corridor.

She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that they entered the World Concrete Branch opposite. Now, she no longer has to "interact" with this strange and unknown world.

To be cautious, Bohemia waited another five or six seconds. When she was sure there was no one outside, she raised her hand and gently, gently tapped it on the wall - knocking three times when she went out.

Going out was just as smooth as coming in. With just a flash, she emerged from the same gray wall again.

Bohemia stepped silently into the silent corridor, turned to the right, and met the eyes of the person in front of her who had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"It's really useful," the young voice just now belonged to a man with fiery red hair and a tall, pointed nose like a hook. He looked at Bohemia, his face turned slightly pale, and he smiled nervously: "I almost vomited the same line - but I finally lied to you!"

Bohemian's face suddenly turned cold. He twisted around and found that he was blocked by a tall, middle-aged man with a thick black beard.

Everything couldn't be more obvious - they didn't discover Bohemia just now, and they didn't know which one of the many branches was occupied, but they deliberately arranged the scene of "entering on the left or on the right" ~IndoMTL.com~ Pretended to enter the branch library, but actually cut off this section of the corridor one after another.

Whoever their target was, Bohemia stepped into the trap on his behalf.

"Who are you?" She squinted her eyes and looked at the two of them. "Looking at each other... If you don't come here for a few days, there will be so many bugs in the starry sky of consciousness."

The black beard looked calmer, but the redhead hiccupped nervously; but no matter who it was, there was no sign of being irritated by her.

"No, right?"

The redhead swallowed hard and raised his right hand. This was his preparation for calling out the attachment conditions; Bohemia quickly glanced at the ceiling and the walls around her - from the reflection that fluctuated like a water mirror, the black beard clearly came into view.

The two attachment conditions are enough to cut off her path; where should she go?

"Blonde female, about five feet six inches tall," the black beard said calmly, looking at Bohemia through the water mirror. "White skin, beautiful appearance..."

Although they are the opponents who are about to fight, they have to say that they have good vision - Bohemia nodded and praised: "It's me."

Men are obviously not very accurate in identifying women’s hair color, but there is not much difference between golden brown and blonde.

The black beard seemed not to expect that she would recognize him so quickly, and he paused before continuing: "You look much younger than your actual age. It's true - do you like...exquisite and beautiful outfits?"

"Why does your sentence sound like a question?" Bohemia was a little unhappy, "I don't dress well?"

Neither of the two serious-looking men responded to her words.

"We have spent so much time and energy, and finally found you," the red-haired man said, trembling with nervousness and excitement: "Great Miko!"