Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1831 a piece of cargo Lin Sanjiu

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

Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed when he said this sentence. Talking to it is such a natural and natural thing that when she deliberately suppresses the speed of her confession, she even feels uncomfortable all over her body.

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

Let’s talk a little bit about delaying time, and then think of a way...

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

Lin Sanjiu recalled.

When the hot spring egg was opened, the yellow and thick flowing heart slipped from the egg white into the plate-she still remembered this scene very clearly; the oily brown and rich aroma of soy sauce fried noodles was vivid in retrospect. Although she "confided" her dinner to the hole-eyed monster, nothing seemed to happen to her.

Her memory is still well in her mind.

What's the matter, is she guessing wrong?

"That..." She picked up and said things that were not painful or itchy, and tried to be simple: "Then I drank a glass of juice and went for a walk in the garden."

The man behind the door paused when he heard the words.

"...Unexpectedly, you are still a rich man." He sounded a little jealous: "You even have fruits, vegetables, eggs, and gardens, so what do you mix with the fallen?"

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth, he suddenly recovered and bit his tongue again. Compared with talking, this kind of conversation that started unconsciously might reveal more information-she pretended to be thinking, and quietly rolled her eyes.

The man behind the door was right, and he had been fighting with him, and there was nothing but air. The creature that once pretended to be the voice of Lin Sanjiu is hiding somewhere in the dark, like a screenwriter and a director, creating and guiding every step of the activity: "...Yes, you go to the right. For a moment, I didn't expect to find that there was a big guy waiting for you on the right! You almost sent yourself straight into its hands."

Sure enough, the long foot flashed to the right, and then bounced like an electric shock, almost not tripping himself. With a "ho" in its mouth, it swept the right arm bone abruptly to its side-but didn't know what it was doing was useless.

"Go on." The voice behind the door was urging at this time.

The countless dark and faint holes seem to have some kind of strange attraction, which can attract people's emotions, feelings, and thoughts—attracting them into the deep, pitch-black, but safe and warm hole.

If you can just give up struggling like this, it must be much easier.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the hole in front of him, clenched his fists, but still whispered: "I hope I can retreat from here tonight..."

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

"I just intend to borrow a path from the protection park. After all, this is a path I have walked. It is safer to walk again." She murmured, "I really didn't expect the protection park at night to become so Danger, even this kind of non-human and non-degenerate creature..."

The card at his feet was still lying quietly on the ground. She never expected that she would not even be able to resist like this tonight—now, at best, she can barely control the speed of her "talking" and delay as long as she can.

Hold on, go back a little bit.

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback for a while, followed his thoughts back and thought for a while.

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

Why is such resistance all right?

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

She faintly felt that once she found the key answer, she might have found the key to getting rid of the situation at hand.

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

Lin Sanjiu raised his head suddenly and took a long look. The latter was still struggling with the imaginary enemy. Accompanied by the phrase "your leg was slashed", it also exhaled in pain, splashing a piece of cloth and blood from its calf.

"It... is it produced by you?" she asked, pointing a long way.

"Of course, it depends on its age." It was probably to induce Lin Sanjiu to speak more, and the voice behind the door answered patiently: "There are not a few degenerate species that were produced at the end of Biluohuangquan's days. Up."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, carefully selected a sentence, and slowly opened his mouth as he watched the hollow creatures in front of him.

"Long foot is here for revenge, it will kill you all."

This sentence speaks very smoothly, without any hindrance-although this is also one of her forms of "confrontational consciousness".

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

"By that fallen species?" the person behind the door shouted, "My child walks that fallen species like a dog. Its life and death are all in one sentence!"

"I will help it survive." She tried to say softly. No problem, this sentence is also said.

"Really?" the man smiled again, "but don't you want to talk anymore?"

"Yes." Lin Sanjiu looked back at the iron gate and replied, "I really want to. But--"

"but what?"

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

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

The huge creature named "Xiaokong" slowly lowered his face towards Lin Sanjiu again-on that dark plane, more holes were gradually opened.

Under the eyes of so many holes, it is too difficult to keep silent. But at this time, Lin Sanjiu didn't even intend to fight her desire to confide in. She looked at the dense holes in front of her eyes and said in a very low voice, "I understand."

"Small Kong" stared at her motionlessly, perhaps not understanding.

"I understand your influence on me, and what kind of rules are included." Her voice was so low that only she could hear her. As soon as she spoke, she was overwhelmed by the long noise coming from 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 against you, it is equivalent to drawing a straight line from point B. Connected to point A; but I can control the content and speed of my own confession, because the ultimate object of'controlling' this behavior is not you. So I can also help to survive for a long time. In that case, it is the ultimate object, point A There is still no direct confrontation link with point B."

Lin Sanjiu stopped and slowly smiled.

"Finally found it," she muttered to herself in a low voice, "that depraved species, it's better to thank me for a while."