Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1896 Lin Sanjiu is a person who is not afraid to make troubles

Lin Sanjiu's idea may not be risky for the Slaughter Hotel, but for herself and the puppeteer, the risk is really great.

…Especially the puppeteer.

After the excitement at the moment of aura faded, the more she thought about it, the more she felt bottomless, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt naive. With this method, how could she rescue the puppeteer? Maybe she should be taken in too.

But the Slaughter Hotel left the shadows out of sight. Lin Sanjiu was useless even if she regretted it—she didn't even have a way to contact each other. Besides, would she have any other options if she didn't follow this method? What can she do with the copy?

The action has already begun, and all she can do now is to wait.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu was squatting under the sheets, her whole body was wrapped tightly, only a pair of eyes were exposed; although she was suffering in her heart, she was motionless on the outside, as if she suddenly appeared on the ground several tens of meters away from the lake. Here comes a white mushroom.

If before the Slaughter Hotel came back, the Lake Tour dungeon had doubts about her and came to check the situation, it would be terrible... Why didn’t the Slaughter Hotel come back?

When Lin Sanjiu was muttering "Why haven't you come back" for the sixth time, there was finally movement in the remote town.

Her vision was somewhat blocked by the white sheets, and she felt the slight change first.

It was as if one of the people at the same table suddenly stood up; when Lin Sanjiu drew slightly, he immediately realized that there had been intermittent, shabby and hoarse electronic music in the game hall not far away, for several seconds. I didn't hear it.

The earth faintly quaked. It wasn't as if some heavy giant was walking, but it was as if the earth itself was being fiddled with, and a group of honeycombs deep in the earth's core awakened, trembling hummingly from a dimension that humans could not reach.

As expected, the Slaughter Hotel didn't lie...Lin Sanjiu picked up a thread of sheets slightly, looked at the distance, and suddenly understood the strange tremors of the ground under his feet.

This dimensional space is constructed by the energy of the dungeons, so when you don’t know how many dungeons move in the same direction, constructing the energy in the dimensional space is like a wave of tides surging by the gravity of the moon.

At this moment, in the "small town" in the distance, one building after another melted and fell, like shattered icebergs washed away by the wave; one after another stood up from the ground, the crowd gradually expanded, and the chaotic conversation sounded like being swept away. The broken branches wrapped in the water waves rushed into Lin Sanjiu's field of vision together.

She was so nervous that she wanted to swallow, but found that her mouth was so dry that it turned into a piece of sandpaper.

Right now.

When she saw a figure wearing a red T-shirt in the front, Lin Sanjiu jumped up, grabbed the sheets, and quickly approached and blended into the group of copies: an old lady turned her head and glanced at her, selling balloons The clown of was stepped on the heels of the people behind, and those few bug-counting children listened coldly to others... Except for pretending that they didn't find her in the Killing Hotel, any copy did not pay much attention to her.

Lin Sanjiu was full of sweat.

In her life, how did she think that she could still experience such a moment?

All around, there are copies in twos and threes. The sight and hearing are lightly covered by the sheets, but it enhances the inexplicable part of the perception: she seems to be walking in the misty cold mountain morning, and for a while, she seems to be unable to help laughing happily, waiting for her When he quickly speeded up a few steps and approached another instance, he was in a daze and smelled a frightened, snow-white smell.

"I don't want to work hard," the Slaughter Hotel explained loudly in front of him, "It's just that I think it's very strange...Who put humans in, and what will happen to them after they are put in? What impact does it have on our dimensional space? …I think everyone must be informed."

"You did it right, this matter is a bit serious," I don't know who said from the dungeon group, "Why can humans come in?"

"I'll know when I ask afterwards. I was curious, why did that newcomer keep secretly grasping humans and not let go?" said a muffled and dull voice, as if a thick towel was rolled in his throat. "Can he hand it over?"

…Yes, this is Lin Sanjiu's plan.

She has no choice but to take the Lake Tour dungeon, and the Slaughter Hotel alone can also take the Lake Tour dungeon. But when many copies in this dimensional space have discovered that there is a human hidden in his hand, the Lake Tour dungeon may be about to arrive. Can't hold back the pressure?

After the Lake Tour dungeon was far away from the town, the puppeteer was kept under the lake, and even the human form never appeared again, apparently to avoid attracting people's attention.

Since he wanted to secretly imprison the puppeteer, Lin Sanjiu would naturally smash his intentions.

"Actually, I think that if he wants to hide the individual, he will hide it, and it will not affect us much..." said a copy.

Lin Sanjiu's heart was tight, and he quickly glanced in the direction of the speaker.

The dungeon was tall and thin, and with her height, she could only see the other party's belly. Regardless of the dungeon's lip service to persuade others to go back, his own belly followed behind the Slaughter Hotel without falling to the ground. He didn't mean to turn his head at all. Hearing the copy of his words, it seemed as if he had listened to the wind.

Many copies came, Lin Sanjiu swept away from a distance, and saw several acquaintances; 5.85 did not appear, perhaps because she did not come to the forum at all.

"It's here!"

The Slaughter Hotel yelled, and when it was about to enter the lake park area, it stopped.

He was standing at the position where Lin Sanjiu was stopped at the time, so he can see the figure under the lake as soon as he stretches his head. On the contrary, Lin Sanjiu is a few steps away, except for the intermittent lake between his shoulders. Invisible.

"Where is it?" Several copies formed a circle far along the shore of the lake, stretching their necks to find the puppeteer. "Ah, is it that...oh, no, it looks like a corpse."

"Oh, I saw it, my hair is like aquatic plants, right?" A copy was excited.

Slaughter Hotel looked back and waved his hand. After focusing the eyes and attention of the dungeons on himself, he pointed to the lake and said, "That human is here. We should invite you to visit the lake park to explain it."

Lin Sanjiu quietly walked over to the lake. From her side, the copies said one after another: "Where is the lake park? I seem to have seen him not long ago."

"Yeah, why didn't you notify everyone if you caught humans?"

"Yes, hand over the people," she almost couldn't breathe when the words came into Lin Sanjiu's ears. "Maybe Youhu Park found something in that human being... I want to see it too!"

"Thank you, please," she squeezed past several copies, "I'm looking for Slaughter Hotel..."

The copy made way for her one after another, and when Lin Sanjiu stopped not far from the Slaughter Hotel, she looked back.

She passed a familiar face just now, but she didn't remember who it was; it seemed that it was just a flash of light, and when she looked back, the person had already integrated into the crowd.

When Lin Sanjiu hesitated slightly, he saw that someone had separated the copy again, and walked up a few steps-it turned out to be a truck driver. He glanced at Lin Sanjiu, only to discover who she was, and commented in surprise: "Do you still have sheets?"

The poor look of "Meeting Old Knows in a Foreign Country" really doesn't look like a bed sheet.

"Well, I’m new..." Lin Sanjiu said vaguely, and quickly glanced at the bottom of the lake—in just ten minutes, the puppeteer sank a bit to the bottom of the lake, as if he was deliberately pressed by the green lake. Down.

"Why does he keep his head down and refuse to make a sound?" The truck driver frowned and scanned the surroundings, obviously dissatisfied with Youhu Park. "With so many of us here, he wouldn't even answer a word?"

Lin Sanjiu and Slaughter Hotel looked at each other.

Their plan is currently going well, but the most critical step is to show up in the Lake Park. As soon as he shows up—

"Why are you looking for me?"

Before Lin Sanjiu's thoughts could turn, he heard an extremely indescribable sound from the dungeon crowd behind him—as if it was formed by the leaked airflow in the throat like an enlarged vesicle. The voice heard in the copy of Youhu Lake is completely different.

Today's chapter is still very easy to write! By the way, I have to tell you in advance, isn’t it very likely that my November itinerary will be cancelled. I was very depressed... but I didn’t expect to add an extra itinerary in October (actually, this is not my plan, it’s work). It should be no problem (as long as I can go out, I’m so happy). If I can’t update normally, I’ll try to make up for it!