Doomsday Wonderland

"I do not know either."

After a slap in the face of Laila, Lin San’s wine was stunned.

From her experience after entering the copy, each time she leaves a fairy tale, the next time she enters, it is no longer the time of departure. When she was absent, the story is still moving forward normally—that is, when she returns to the story of Little Red Riding Hood next time, the time to save the Emma and the grandson from the crisis must have been It’s gone.

If the attackers were really werewolves, Lin Sanjiu could hardly think of how they could escape from birth.

If the protagonist of the story dies, this copy, and the person in it... What will happen?

While she was unable to do anything, Lila stopped the knife and fork and looked at her curiously.

"Hey," Leila screamed softly, a little bit too happy to puff her lips: "What are you thinking about? Don't care about me?"

Lin Sanjiu woke up to God - in any case, she has already come out of the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and all that can be done now is to find clues to the mystery of the copy in this story.

"Nothing, I am just wondering about your key." She smiled at Leila.

Sure enough, the other party was immediately distracted by her – Leila’s hand in her blue silk dress came down: “Hey—yes, what do you say he hid in the room?”

Lin Sanjiu took a sip of water and concealed his mind. Whether it was Little Red Riding Hood or Cinderella, she just kept watching the development of the matter, and as a result, both stories had a wonderful twist... So now, she is going to do something different here in Leila.

"Or else." Lin Sanjiu provoked a piece of shrimp if nothing happened. "Let's go in and see."

She didn't even think that she had shocked Leila. The fork almost didn't hold it: "Ah? That can't be done. My husband repeatedly stressed that I was not allowed to open the room. He said that if I went in. Certainly Will not forgive me..."

Looking at Laila's appearance, she didn't seem to have thought about sneaking in and looking at it.

This is quite different from the story.

Perhaps this is the opportunity for change - Lin Sanjiu jumped in his heart and paused, and he whispered: "... Don't you be curious? What is your husband's hope that you can't know..."

Lyra dropped her eyelids and frowned.

Although she is always drunk. No matter what you say, it is a kind of absent-mindedness, but sometimes it is unexpectedly cautious.

After thinking for a while, Lailamo silently took a slender key from the keychain at the waist and pressed it on the table.

"...this is the key to the small room." She looked up and licked Lin San, and her look was very tangled. "You are right. I really want to know what is in that room, so... I want to ask you to help me."

Lin San wine has a glimpse. "What do you mean, want me to take a look at you?"

Lyra nodded, and a young woman with a hint of innocence in her eyes said: "You go and see, then come back and tell me what is inside, not a violation of my husband's orders."

This place is obviously different from the original story - perhaps the key point is here!

"Well, I will go up for you now." Lin Sanjiu took it down. I caught the key.

In Lila's nervous eyes, she quickly ran up the stairs.

Although the blue-bearded castle is not big, it has three or four layers - it has been working here for several days. Lin Sanjiu is almost familiar with it.

She went to the second floor and walked into the hallway.

This is the most beautiful and luxurious floor in the whole castle. In the picture paintings on both sides, the ancestors of the Bluebeard family seem to be looking at each approaching. On the human body.

When he saw that he was about to go to the last room, Lin Sanji suddenly stopped. Going back two steps, slowly moving the eyes to one thing.

This is a big mirror that can make people shine from head to foot and clear.

In an era of underdeveloped technology. Such a size, such a clear mirror, can not be seen everywhere - not to mention. Lin San wine is very, very familiar with its silver trim.

There seems to be such a mirror in Emma’s cabin...

No, or it should be said that this mirror and the side of Emma are exactly the same thing.

Although Lin San wine still can't understand the meaning of this, she obviously feels that her blood flow rate has increased.

This is the first time she found the commonality among the three stories - she thought about it, but she suppressed the urge to rush to ask the mirror, but just touched the mirror carefully. Then she bit her teeth and turned and walked to the door.

What is behind this door, I am afraid that everyone in the "Blue Beard" story is clear -

Although it was not a good thing to see a hanged body in a room, for the sake of insurance, Lin Sanjiu inserted the key into the keyhole and gently turned it, and the door lock opened.

The door opened and a cool air rushed out of the door and passed through the hallway.

Surprisingly, there is no **** smell in the room.

Lin Sanjiu looked up and the room was very dark. Except for some humanoid shadows hanging from the ceiling and blurry, she could hardly see anything clearly - she did not intend to bring those poor women The dead body looked clearly, and the hand was still on the door handle, and he glanced casually and planned to leave.

It was at this time that her eyes crossed from a pale blue shadow and then froze.

It was a blue silk skirt, and she was very clear about the style of the texture - because Lin San was just seen before.

The eyes of Lin San wine slowly moved up and stayed on the face of this dead body.

Her black long hair bundle became a beautiful cockroach, probably on the young face in her early twenties, and the red lips were particularly conspicuous.

Lyra.

Unlike the smile of the wine glass, Lila’s face was white, and there were dark brown eyes with no luster. She stared at the door, and a pair of blue-purple handprints on her neck seemed to imprint. In the skin. The blue veins and blood on the white skin, the color is mixed in one place, crawling over her forehead.

It’s Laila’s right.

Lin San Liquor slammed his mouth, and he didn’t know if he had a voice. In the last days, she felt that she had experienced a lot of things, but — but —

After all, she was a little panicked. One of her feet didn’t stand firm and stunned. Lin San’s wine held the door frame and stood still, but she didn’t expect the key to fall down the door frame. He slammed and landed on the ground.

Lin Sanji took a deep breath and still dared not turn his head in the direction of Lyra's dead body. He extended his arm and picked up the key.

The key is covered with blood, as happened in the fairy tale.

Not far away, Laila’s eyes widened and she still looked at her without God.

Since entering the copy, all the things that have been pressed by Lin Sanji in the bottom of my heart have emerged in an instant - the irrationality, chaos and disorder of the three fairy tales, the inconspicuous progress, and the failure to go out The anxiety of the copy, the fear of the companions... She turned and ran, the wind that was rolled up by her speed, and even overturned a few figures.

When Lin Sanjiu rushed down the stairs, she was stupid.

Because Lila was sitting at the table just now, gently licking the wine in the cup. Her skin and hair are still very moist, and she taps the crystal cup with a finger and strikes a light voice.

What do you think is a living person??

"Ah, you are down, what did you see?"

Leila heard the voice, and she turned around and asked with a bit of urgency. "How is your face so bad? What is inside?"

Lin San wine opened his mouth and looked at her dumbly, and glanced back in the direction of the corridor.

This is obviously a living person, but what is hanging in the room... What happened?

Her hands were covered with blood iron keys, which caught up with Lyra's gaze - the latter was in a hurry, busy pulling it out and slamming it with a napkin; while wiping, she hurriedly asked: "How can I get blood? You talk, you are dying!"

Lin San wine carefully looked at her from head to toe, and suddenly had an idea in her heart.

"You come with me." She grabbed Lyra's wrist and dragged it upstairs. (To be continued)

Ps: Thank you, I dare to say the sachet!

I have no mood today, don’t say it...

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