Doomsday Wonderland

It is said that Fan He is like a female ghost, she really upholds her.

Fan Fanhe on the screen after turning on her ability, her whereabouts are completely erratic: she seems to turn the space between each aisle and shelf partition into a circuit-like channel system under the surface world , And this map is only available to Fanhe. As an outsider, Lin Sanjiu could only watch as she stretched out her hand to pull away a few packages of goods, dropped a leg from the shelf, got out, and suddenly disappeared at the corner of the aisle.

Not knowing where she might appear and disappear next, searching for her trail in a dozen surveillance screens naturally became a headache.

"How? Can you remember?"

Lin Sanjiu knows that he doesn't have much time, so the opportunity to sit here and watch the monitor is probably over soon. She tried to look at all the Fanhe in all monitors as much as possible. After she noticed that the teacher finally gave her a "remembered" answer, she pushed up the chair and stood up, collected the card of the godwife, and turned and rushed Exited the surveillance room; then she kicked in the broken parts of the lock on the ground and pulled the coat rack back again.

When she opened the door of the security room, Fan He was standing outside the door.

"Where's Spaan?" Lin Sanjiu was shocked at the moment, and looked behind her. "you guys……"

"I didn't stop him," said Fan He calmly, without letting out the door. "There are too many things in the arsenal that he took away."

"Then Chen Hanwu found more things?" Lin Sanjiu also blocked the door and asked.

"Before Sparan rushed back, he found another one, yes."

Lin Sanjiu sank in his heart, his feet didn't move, and the two of them looked at each other for half a second. Fan He finally smiled and asked, "This room is not big."

This statement may be too difficult to understand, but Lin Sanjiu can almost feel that her sight is like a stream of water, meandering from her side, flowing into a small puddle in the room. Fan He always has a kind of character on her body, making people feel that she is no longer a 100% creature.

"It's not big, not even a table." Lin Sanjiu replied without looking back.

[Description of the power] The layer of illusion created has blocked the door of the surveillance room so that it looks like a white wall, and even the caster cannot see the difference. It ’s just that no matter what wonderful means, there are always objects that do not work for it; Lin Sanjiu waited for a few seconds holding a heart, finally saw Fan He and retracted his eyes, turned and walked back to the mall, and then secretly exhaled. .

This mall is definitely capable of self-healing-when Lin Sanjiu walks into the shelves, she can hear the sound of the floor tiles reconnecting, seeing the screws slide back into the nail holes, and the crooked shelves slowly Stand upright. But for half a minute, the mall looked as if there had never been a fight.

The bad news was that the stapler that had fallen out of Fox's eyes was not recovered by Sparan.

In this way, the Vanguard team found four target products from D7-D12, but the Sparan team could only find up to three target products from their own exposed shelf area-because two of them were On Fanhe's side, it has been found once by fox eyes.

As for Lin Sanjiu's shelf number, which has just been passed, Spar'an wants to come and will not start looking for it. Fan He knew that Sabaan had a certain surveillance method, so Sabaan would certainly guard her; if she had some sensing method, when he began to look for the serial number of Lin Sanjiu, he would immediately tell Fan He, Lin Sanjiu has successfully exchanged information with him.

So, is the situation now deadlocked? No one wants to expose their own shelf area-that's the equivalent of letting the other party get the target item-so no one will take action?

Lin Sanjiu followed Fan and walked between the shelves, thinking secretly.

"If they are also staring at us, then we can't pick up the items on our shelves until the last minute." Fan He apparently reached the same conclusion as Lin Sanjiu, and after rejoining with Chen Hanwu, he The two said, "Now we have one more item than they have, but we haven't moved one of our own shelves. We can say that we have 80% confidence in winning."

Lin Sanjiu raised his head suddenly. If Fan He knows how many items there are in the Spartan team ... that is, she has been monitoring the direction of the Spartan team, knowing that they have not been looking for shelves other than D7-D12 during this time, So there are only 3 items on hand?

"Can you monitor them?" She could not help asking.

Fan He glanced at her, smiled slightly, but did not answer. "All in all," she continued, "we're going to stay on next."

"That, though," said Chen Hanwu hesitantly. "This way, does it also have to look at the distribution of the shelf area ... right? If most of our 15 shelves are on their side, they look at us Visited shelves ... "

"Then they can figure out our shelf number immediately." Fan He nodded at him and said, "It depends on our grasp of time. I already know how many shelves are on our side, and they also know them. Where. It does n’t even take a minute, I can collect them all ... the time for them to monitor, speculate, and look for it will exceed one minute anyway. So, as long as the game reaches the 59th minute, At that time, I'll go and get things again. "

Speaking of this, she suddenly laughed: "Even if they learn about one of our shelves, I still dare to say that our winning face is far greater than theirs."

Lin Sanjiu breathed a breath from his nose, as if the suggestion was ridiculous—but he couldn't help but be surprised. With the care and care of Fanhe, she would naturally think of the possibility of "Lin Sanjiu ventilation report", which is not surprising; it is just that she is now confident because she counts the four Lin Sanjiu who fell on the opposite side. For each shelf, the number of field shelves in Spartan's team is still less than that of Fanhe?

"What about now?" Chen Hanwu seemed to relax a little, and asked, "What should we do now? At least twenty minutes before the end of the game."

"Now we can think about how to put things in the container." Fan He said here, suddenly as if he heard something, looked up in the direction of the Spar'an team. In Lin Sanjiu's and Chen Hanwu's eyes, the shadow of a behemoth gradually began to stand under the ceiling-no, it was not so much as "upright". Many and many small parts are put together one after another to form this behemoth.

"It seems that Spoan has the same idea," said Fan He, looking at the distantly formed "scholar", and said gently: "Sure enough ... the scholar is indeed in his hands."