Doomsday Wonderland

The paper crane flew up and down, circled a few times in the zigzag-shaped blue sky formed by the apartment building, then fell down again, landing on Lin Sanjiu's hand that had not yet been retracted.

She stared at the paper crane for a moment, her heart seemed to shrink back and fall into the void.

In fact, she had thought about this possibility before, but she didn't expect it to come true: Mather was just a personality, and when communicating in the past, the paper crane had never flown to one of the personalities. Even if she now has a real body, Lin Sanjiu doesn't know if she is considered an independent "person" now; if so, what is this person's name? She has a last name, right?

Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly and put away the paper crane.

Besides paper cranes, there must be other ways to find her. Lin Sanjiu thought, holding her breath and listening to the nearby movements for a while. Fan He was seriously injured, and even if he caught up again, it would be impossible to achieve absolute silence. Now, it seemed that she was the only one in this building - or rather, she was the only living person.

Opening the door to Apartment No. 1, she carefully closed it gently.

After the last game ended, everything became dull, stale, dry and calm, like an ordinary apartment that hadn't been rented out for more than half a year. The popularity and fireworks had been forgotten. It was precisely because of this dusty silence that Lin Sanjiu almost screamed when she suddenly saw a person squatting on the floor of the living room.

The man turned his head, his eyes were as big as bells, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know whether he saw her or not. He suddenly stood up and walked to the bathroom, unbuckling his belt as he walked. As soon as he opened the door and entered, there was no sound again. The shock just now subsided, and Lin Sanjiu remembered what happened. She took a breath, walked up and opened the bathroom door, and found that no one was inside.

...It should be one of the many "characters" left over from the apartment game, she remembered what the volunteer said.

"Isn't this the same as hiding in a haunted house? What if these ghosts are seen by Fan He?" One of the humanoid objects she called out as a chat partner, a life coach, asked with a little worry: "What if she misunderstands this place?" Someone came in..."

"Before I came in just now, I didn't even notice a single person." Lin Sanjiu was not too worried and just walked over and closed the curtains. Both she and the humanoid object kept their voices low to prevent it from spreading outside the building, and said: "I can't see it if I don't think about it. If she really comes in on her own, I will be unlucky."

The life coach said conservatively: "It's a good thing to believe in your own opinions..."

The painter was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding his drawing board, and he was at a loss as to whose appearance he should approve of. Even though he couldn't speak, he was still like an old friend. He could just sit down after being called out. After her friends dispersed one after another, Lin Sanjiu almost felt a kind of fear: she was afraid of the dead silence in her ears and the silence in her field of vision. The place is empty.

That feeling was like one foot missing from the edge of the cliff, and the moment when her body fell into nothingness was frozen, and then she had to experience it over and over again day by day.

"Goddess," Lin Sanjiu called the humanoid object in a daze at a very soft voice and asked, "How long have you been Sibaan's object?"

She wanted to see how much the goddess knew about Siba'an, but she didn't expect that such a simple question would be confused by asking this humanoid object - the goddess looked at her ten fingers, as if she had forgotten He couldn't help counting, and murmured: "How long has it been...at the beginning it was 22, minus 23..."

The answer can’t be minus one, right?

Could the Goddess be a defective item among the humanoid items?

Lin Sanjiu asked more directly this time: "I know you were with me when he disappeared. But do you know what could be the reason for Sibaan's sudden disappearance? He has done this before. Is this the case?"

"Not before," Goddess replied affirmatively as if the thread in her mind was finally connected. Just as Lin Sanjiu was deep in thought, the thread in her mind broke again and she said, "... in the future."

"Don't make predictions about me," Lin Sanjiu warned her, "I'm not in the mood right now."

The goddess shifted her weight on her left and right feet back and forth, as if she couldn't help but want to go to the toilet. "It's not a prophecy... it's my memory..."

"What do you say."

The goddess's face wrinkled up. "I...I am an object. My memory is stored in a time-line-like manner...but, it's strange. I remember some things that will only happen in the future, but they have already happened in my memory. It’s a thing of the past.”

It could be seen that she was trying hard to speak human words this time, but Lin Sanjiu didn't understand at all. Every time I talked to the goddess, I felt anxious, almost without exception.

The expression of constipation on the goddess's face became even heavier, as if she really didn't know how to explain it. "I, I remember when I first appeared in the world, and I also remember what happened next in chronological order, such as who picked me up, who died, and who sold me to whom."

Lin Sanjiu listened silently. The life instructor's eyes glanced back and forth at everyone and everything, wondering what he was thinking.

"In terms of your human calculations, this is the fiftieth year after my 'birth', and I am fifty years old." The goddess finally spoke more smoothly and said: "I know - rather than foreseeing , you have to pay attention to this difference - I know that Sibaan became my master when I was 78 years old."

"But he was your master just now," Lin Sanjiu said immediately.

"Yes, you haven't understood yet," the goddess emphasized, "He 'became' my master when I was 78 years old. He has been my master for three years."

Lin Sanjiu thought about it for a long time, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became. "Is your timeline going backwards?"

"No," said the goddess, "I also lived like this from the age of one to fifty. Alas, when I reached the age of fifty, I realized that you had become my master in this year."

When she said this sentence, Lin Sanjiu always felt a trace of regret flash across her face.

Since there is no problem with the Goddess's timeline, then the problem is Siba'an... She thought about it and asked: "Then his timeline goes backwards?"

"No."

"Then what's going on?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of an answer, so she simply gave up and just asked: "You said he would suddenly disappear like this in the future... Then do you know where he went? Will you come back?"

"I don't know," the goddess replied, "He should come back to this place, I just don't know when."

As long as he comes back... She asked: "How can I get in touch with him?"

The goddess frowned and said, "I don't know either."

I don't know what I want from you. Lin Sanjiu cursed, opened the curtains, and glanced around the window through the gap - when her eyes crossed the sky, she suddenly thought of it.

Isn’t the Queen Mother still floating outside? Sibaan seems to have said that there is some kind of connection between him and the Queen Mother, right? Maybe we can find him through the Queen Mother?

It's not difficult to find the Queen Mother, just drive the Exodus. As long as you find Mather and pick up Ji Shanqing, she can leave at any time.

She had a breakthrough, her spirits were high, her mood was much better, and she even had time to ask how old her painter and mentor were. In the end, the answer shocked her - looking at the fair and tender painter, she unexpectedly turned out to be a longevity turtle over 230 years old, while the life mentor was actually only 27 years old. It didn't look like he was old enough to be a mentor. biological experience.

"The so-called heroes don't ask about their origins, and they shouldn't ask about their age..." The life instructor looked at the painter and suddenly said: "He nodded just now."

Because the painter couldn't speak, Lin Sanjiu guessed his "age" all the way up and asked him to nod when he guessed correctly - in fact, she started to doubt when she guessed one hundred and fifty before seeing any response. The painter didn't understand her instructions.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"This is not one of his functions." The life coach said, "His function should only be painting, and it only has the most basic intelligence... You are a relatively entry-level humanoid object, so..." he thought After thinking about it, I chose a word. "It's rare to see someone so understanding of human nature."

Before Lin Sanjiu could speak, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net saw the life coach sighing and said: "Actually, I shouldn't chat with you to solve your doubts. I should be trying to motivate you with every word I say. I encourage you to go and earn more tutoring fees for yourself."

She was a little confused. "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing," the life coach seemed to not know what he was going to say, so he could only wave his hand. "I just feel that when we are around you, our humanoid objects seem to be... becoming more and more flexible."

This is not surprising, Lin Sanjiu said silently in her stomach. One of the reasons why she thinks humanoid objects are particularly useful is that they can be used for many things other than what they were designed to do. Among other things, when she was on Exodus once, on a whim, she brought a dirty plate to Painter painted; specifically stated not to paint stains and residue on the plate. A few minutes later, she returned to the kitchen with a "washed" plate, and the painter couldn't relax for a long time.

Lin Sanjiu quickly put this conversation behind her. There was another thing in front of her, a good thing whose happiness was as good as a little money, waiting for her attention.

"It's time," she said eagerly, "it's time to see what Fanhe has given me."