Doomsday Wonderland

There is no better bait than the truth. A few minutes after Lin Sanjiu got into the closet, this thought suddenly came to his mind. ω Magazine ● Magazine ● Bug ω

Just as Xiaomei Dan said, Bolwa and the puppet master really never came out of the closet; it was precisely because he knew that they were still in the "passage" that Lin Sanjiu walked in willingly and groped in the darkness. It went on for a while.

She sighed slightly and returned her attention to her sense of smell. Underneath the faint smell of moldy old wood in the air, there was also an almost imperceptible smell of fresh blood.

The bloody smell was strongest when it was in the closet, and it should have been left by the puppet master.

"She's coming in too," someone whispered happily in the silent darkness, seemingly not wanting to avoid Lin Sanjiu at all. Such whispers, giggles, and even excited gasps had been accompanying her for a long time. It felt like she had walked into a huge rat's nest, and the darkness was filled with rustling and restless noises. .

She turned halfway from the cramped closet to the side and entered this deep passage. When she first walked in, those things in the darkness did not waste a second; but by the time their faint, nagging voices reached Lin Sanjiu's ears, there was only a little shadow left, because the meaning was The teacher had already blocked most of her hearing.

It wasn't until those things finally gave up the attempt that Lin Sanjiu took control of his hearing again.

After knowing that there was indeed something in the darkness, she breathed a sigh of relief. The sense of unknown that can bring fear to people has gradually weakened, and has been replaced by rat-like noises, footsteps running from a short distance from time to time, and the cold skin that occasionally brushes against her feet...

The sneak attacks launched against Lin Sanjiu were piecemeal and endless. She found a hollow iron rod from the card library that she didn't know when she had collected it, and while tapping the ground to explore the path, she walked forward slowly. After shouting "Bolwa!" for an unknown number of times, Lin Sanjiu's hand sank, and she suddenly felt that someone was holding her iron rod.

She simply stopped moving and waited quietly.

If you are not careful, these attacks can be fatal; but if you pay a little attention, these attacks can become annoying. Lin Sanjiu felt that her fingers were trembling slightly along with the iron rod. It was obvious that something heavy was climbing up along the rod. In the blink of an eye, the trembling thing was about to touch her fingers. Pointed.

The [Protective Force Field] shone slightly on her fingertips. Although it was not enough to illuminate the surroundings, it was enough for her to suddenly backhand and grab the disc-like object; Lin Sanjiu clenched it firmly with one hand, like steel. The pressure immediately crushed the slippery soft thing. Just hearing a "chuck" sound, the thing exploded into the air with a lot of debris.

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, resisted the urge to raise her hand to wipe her face, and threw the crushed mud ball behind her head. Judging from the sound, her throw was very precise, just in time to hit the other person behind her. An incoming object was knocked away.

She couldn't tell what these things were; but as Polva and Musin were evolutionaries who had experienced several worlds, they should not suffer big losses from such piecemeal attacks...

"Bolwa! Where are you?" Lin Sanjiu called again, her voice drifting away in the darkness. This darkness was obviously restricted by the external shape of the furniture; after calling a few times, she seemed to have walked into a closet, and the space suddenly became narrower, allowing her to walk forward sideways.

There was an inaudible sound, and the iron rod hit something soft.

Lin Sanjiu stopped, felt the airflow around him with pure touch, and then poked again.

The sound when a hard object sinks into the flesh is weak but very special.

Although there is still too little consciousness to use randomly, there is no other way at the moment.

She thought for a while, and a stream of consciousness flowed through her arm quickly like blood, gathering towards her fingertips, and suddenly a white light appeared - different from the state of the protective shield with uniform force, when the [Protective Force Field 】When the local intensity reaches its maximum intensity, unstable light will appear, although only for a moment.

Polva's dull face flashed in the faint white light, and then disappeared into the darkness again along with the light.

Lin Sanjiu raised her head and stood in the darkness, stunned.

The face just now, even with her height, she had to look up, it must be at least the outermost layers of a [Russian matryoshka doll]; it seems that Polva has already put the body of the matryoshka doll back on. But his pair of dry and dilated pupils turned gray with no sign of life in the flash of white light.

With trembling fingers, she hit Polva's feet several times with the iron rod, but they all hit the closet. The puppeteer is not here.

This body should be another empty shell, right?

Lin Sanjiu prayed in her heart, slowly stretched out her hand and pushed Bolva's body. Her fingers were still frozen in the air, and her heart gradually became cold.

She didn't push.

That body was so heavy that it was indeed the weight of a person. And the empty shell that Porva shed off is so light that it can even be used as a boat on the sea water - this means, that means -

There is only a limit to what a person can bear.

Lin Sanjiu no longer cared that she was under the gaze of countless creatures, threw away the iron rod, and slid softly along the wall cabinet to the ground; she covered her face, and for a moment nothing but the rumbling flow in her ears The sound of blood was almost inaudible.

Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, so that after nearly a full second, she suddenly realized that something like a hand with five branches had been touched on the wall of the cabinet behind her, and it was gently touching. He raised it up as if he was about to tap her shoulder sympathetically.

Lin Sanjiu's eyes immersed in the darkness suddenly became bloodshot. She jumped up like a cheetah and picked up the hollow iron rod; she couldn't see the "hand" at all, and she couldn't determine its precise position by just touching it - but she didn't even think about it at this time.

In the blink of an eye, the iron rods had hit the cabinet wall as densely and quickly as raindrops; when she was furious and lost her mind, the force weighing more than a thousand kilograms seemed to break the entire passage. His head and feet seemed to be shaking. Several times, Lin Sanjiu vaguely felt as if her hand had hit something, but her eyes were red and she continued to hit for nearly a minute amidst a series of roars before she finally stopped.

The thing had long turned into mud soup, half flowing and half sliding down the wall, making a "snap" sound. Some kind of liquid suddenly spread out, exuding an iron smell, and wet the soles of her shoes. It was not just that "hand" that was unlucky - in her rage just now, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net I don’t know how many things were loaded, but at this time, there was only silence nearby.

"What else?" Lin Sanjiu twisted her head and shouted, "Whoever killed Bolwa, come out!"

There was another rustling in the darkness.

"that……"

Lin Sanjiu felt excited all over.

"Are you really Xiaojiu?" A timid, thin voice stammered from beside him. "Actually, it's a bit embarrassing to say that, what, I'm not dead."

Lin Sanjiu slowly turned her head towards Polva's body.

Even if she wasn't a fool, she still couldn't understand the current situation.

An indescribable noise from something gradually became clear on Polva's body.

She no longer cared about saving her consciousness. She raised her hand, and the light of the [Protective Force Field] jumped again; with that fleeting light, her eyes fell on Polva's body, and her vision flickered again. The ground was dark. But the scene just now seemed to be imprinted on her retina: a gap opened at the waist of the corpse, revealing a fat, white face that was no bigger than a fist - it was Bol who was an unknown number of sizes younger. baby.

"I really don't know what to do," he said with a hint of frustration in his voice, "I can't carry someone on my back. I'll lose a layer of matryoshka after walking a few steps... Look, I've only taken off this size. I couldn't go any further, so I ran back to the first layer of my body and hid. As soon as I hid in, I heard someone calling me, it was really scary."

Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth half-open.

So why is the empty shell so heavy?

"I also tucked in the puppet master by the way," Polva made a thin scratching sound in the direction of her scalp, "Hey, don't look at him. He is thin, he is old and heavy."

After a pause, he became worried again: "Well, you are really a little drunk, right?"