Doomsday Wonderland

This game ushered in its fifty-eighth minute in a dead mall.

Chen Hanwu had been restless for a few minutes. Holding a stopwatch found in the mall, he turned around in the same place, and from time to time he looked across the gap between the shelves. After seeing the shadow of the Spar'an team, he couldn't help getting more anxious. It was the soul that had husked and walked away, leaving no hair moving. She sat cross-legged under the shelf, her eyes steadily clinging to Lin Sanjiu.

Lin Sanjiu was pierced by her gaze, and her eyes were still closed, trying to keep herself calm.

Soon, this moment of deciding the game's ending is coming soon.

"Oh," Fan He suddenly raised his eyes and smiled. "Have you heard? There's movement over them."

The subtle sound of chirp, even if Lin Sanjiu listened to it, was hardly discernible. She opened her eyes, met Fan He's eyes, and asked, "What are they doing?"

"I think it's going to go in the direction of their own field shelves." Fan He's tone was far more confident than the wording. "Until the last minute, they will not rush to take things from the shelf ..."

In the areas occupied by the two squads, the Spar'an team has fewer target items than the Van Hoa team. If both sides have identified all the target items in their own field at the last minute, the Sparan team must lose. .

"Don't you need to go?" Lin Sanjiu asked knowingly, and slowly stood up. She is waiting-she must rush out of the scope of Fanhe in the first step, and must not be stopped.

"Of course I don't need such a primitive method." Fan He slightly raised his chin and looked at her.

Her position happened to form a half-bag with Chen Hanwu. No matter which direction Lin Sanjiu rushed, he might be stopped. If you want to make sure you take a step first ... Lin Sanjiu thinks about it and finds that he has only one choice.

Chen Hanwu, standing in front of the left, suddenly opened his eyes to the stopwatch in his hand at this moment. When Lin Sanjiu was fully absorbed, everything around him could be captured and zoomed into a frame-by-frame like a slow-motion movie: Chen Hanwu's hands were raised involuntarily, his mouth opened, and his lips began to form The mouth shape of “第” ——

Lin Sanjiu's right foot kicked the rack behind him, and when it crunched backwards, he hurled towards Fan He in front of him.

Fan He was already waiting for her. When Chen Hanwu blurted out a "five", her left hand had been lifted from her side and greeted Lin Sanjiu.

"Ten—" When Chen Hanwu called out the second word, he seemed to realize that there was a sudden change in his eyes, and his eyes moved from the stopwatch to the front.

Lin Sanjiu's body continued to flutter forward, but her consciousness was directed behind her. The rack that she had kicked down hadn't waited to hit the ground. She was struck by the stab of consciousness in the air, and was suddenly pushed to the right by a heavy metal friction sound.

"Nine-" Chen Hanwu's consciousness had not digested the immediate changes, and called inertia in his mouth.

The aisle before the shelf was originally only two or three people wide. Even if Lin Sanjiu controlled the force of his own throwing out, his face would still touch the palm of Fan He ’s face-she had even the lines on Fan and Palm See clearly.

"Come in?" Suddenly, a face composed of lines protruded from Brahma's palm, and asked her, "Come with us, our place is big."

what?

Lin Sanjiu's thinking was a sudden meal, his mind was blank. The shelves behind them were like dominoes, one smashed into one; but she forgot everything, staring at the human face hidden in the palm print and the gradually opened world, and seeing another human figure without a torso, from The world of palm prints swayed up and opened the way for her like a carpet.

"Come in," the human figure, the face, and a lot of people who didn't know when to come out, said like a singing together: "Come in, whoever touches her will fall in and be hit by her Will fall out ... "

……How long? Why hasn't Chen Hanwu continued to say "minute"? Why is time suddenly absent?

Lin Sanjiu wanted to struggle—her remaining consciousness still remembered that she could not be touched by Fan He's palms full of people. But in this second, even if she wanted to struggle, she couldn't move her body. She could feel that her body was still fluttering uncontrollably towards Brahma and his hands, as if the prodigal son had returned home and the moth fluttered the fire.

"Where you come in, come in," the first face sang, empty underneath.

By her consciousness, she shattered and shattered the sheer number of shelves, and the dust, light and shadow were beaten to the ground and fluttered in the air. Just as Lin Sanjiu's nose was about to reach Fan He's palm, Fan He suddenly turned around, his hands could not help but stray slightly, and no longer faced her—at the moment, it was like someone had lifted the rope from his body. Similarly, Lin Sanjiu felt that control of her body was back; she hurriedly leaned back and stopped her footsteps.

"Minute!" Chen Hanwu only finished one sentence at this time.

Fan He did not eat the meat in his hand, but left Lin Sanjiu and rushed out towards the place where the shelf fell down; Lin Sanjiu glanced at the direction she rushed out and smiled.

Among the shelves she overthrew with consciousness, there was a field shelf that happened to be Vatican and the team, and now it was half tilted, and it was about to hit the ground. Fan He's grasp of timing is indeed accurate. If she is greedy and wants to kill Lin Sanjiu and swallow her with the palm of her hand, the shelf will inevitably hit the floor-all the goods on it, naturally. It will fall all over the floor like a heavenly girl scattered flowers, mixed with all the items falling from other shelves.

Even if it is Fanhe, it will not be possible to pick out the original target goods within one minute.

When Fan He stopped the shelves dangerously, and finally saved most of the things, Lin Sanjiu had already rushed into the depths of the ocean of the shelves and pulled away as far as possible from the two. She has calculated the shelf area of ​​Fanhe team; of course, it is impossible to be 100% accurate. There are still four to five shelves that she is not sure-if you want to find one shelf by one, it is absolutely not a minute. It will be enough, not to mention, once Fan Fan lifts up the shelf, she will then take things from the field shelf.

Lin Sanjiu's time was only a few seconds at most.

She hasn't spoken so fast in her life-a slightly complicated description has been in her mind several times, as precise and short as possible; but speaking for a few seconds, she almost made her bite Tongue out.

"Huh?" Almost immediately after she had finished speaking, she heard a slight doubt from Fan He—the rock in her heart fell suddenly to the ground, hitting her feet softly, and immediately sat on the ground.

"It's game time!"

After a blink of an eye and a lifetime, the voices of volunteers echoed in the mall.