Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1870

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"If you have a chance to see her again, tell her and ask her to contact more people in the Twelve Realms and purchase a service called'Flood Jump'."

When Maser stared into He Lily's eyes, his expression was focused and inquiring, and even caused Lin Sanjiu to have an illusion, as if she was trying to see the person behind him who was really talking through He Lily.

"Flood jumping? What is that?"

At this time, Mather was like a watercolor painting that had been immersed in water before it had time to dry. From bottom to top, it was gradually washed away by nothingness. Below her waist, there was only a illusion that her limbs were still there. She should know how much she had disappeared, even though she didn't even look down.

"Do you know the Great Flood? In the Twelve Realms, the Great Flood is already the consensus of a large part of the evolutionary." After getting an affirmative answer, Maser said quickly: "I want to stay in one place. Yes, some people see a place that is not good and want to go ahead of time. The "Flood Jump" is to let people use the principle of the flood and go to the next place according to the time they want to leave."

Is there such a service? How can I do it?

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback, knowing that there is no time for questioning now, and when the emptiness continued to dilute Mather's chest, he hurriedly asked, "Do you have anything I need to tell her?"

Mather looked at He Lily, her eyes twitched slightly. "Tell her that she must come and see me. This is a matter of life and death. Only she can help."

"What's the matter? How can I help?"

"It's too late to explain it," Mather seemed to be just a head floating in the air. Obviously, the closer to the end of the teleportation, the faster it disappeared. "Even if we meet, at least we have to—"

She couldn't finish this sentence, and she had disappeared from the place where she was. If it wasn't for the messy footprints, sparseness and blood drops on the ground in front of Lily, Lin Sanjiu could hardly believe that he had indeed seen Maser just now.

After Mather sent away, no one spoke for a while on either the "paper" side or the "paper" side; on the silent earth, only the rough sands blew past. After a long while, He Lily raised his hand, seeming to want to touch his throat, and fell silently before touching his skin.

Looking at her movement, Lin Sanjiu wanted to swallow her throat, but it dryly refused to move.

If you and Lily questioned her, why did she become a vocal prop just now, or cry or anger at her, this is actually a good thing—at least it means that she is trying to understand her situation, and then whether she resists or accepts, she still A subject who has chosen to resist or accept. But He Lily now, just looking at the distant horizon that is shattered by the building, and there is no sound. When a speaker is not connected, it seems to be this kind of silence.

Lin Sanjiu buried his face in his palm, and after a while, he felt the gift bag gently put a hand on her shoulder behind him. "Sister?" he called tentatively.

"I'm fine," she raised her head and took a low breath.

No matter whether you make a choice or make a choice, there is a price. Life is to weigh the so-called good or bad answers in front of one after another unanswered questions. Although she wanted to save He Lily, but when the situation evolved to this point, like those game designers, she used He Lily as a prop—no, she even left He Lily with a complete sense of self. , Let the latter clearly feel every moment as a prop. Although it is a last resort, but what about it? The result is not different.

Lin Sanjiu felt that he somewhat understood what Nuwa meant.

…It’s easy to do good, but it’s hard not to do evil.

She suppressed her emotions, picked up the communicator, restored the normal volume, and said to Helily on the other end: "Let me find out Horst's game now...you give me a little time. I only need a little time."

He Lily heard it, but only gave an "um" sound, which was more like a subconscious reaction.

The man behind the iron gate, even if he can't check it closely, can show people that the situation is not good now. Lin Sanjiu speeds up the search for historical games; but what she is looking for is not just the content in the nine rooms, but all the content that has been produced in the nine rooms in the past days knowing how long— In this way, she would have to read more of the past content one by one.

In her own concentration and He Lily's silence, Lin Sanjiu didn't know how long it had passed and how much content she had read. More than one person wrote about the video game console. She refreshed her spirits several times, and when she looked carefully, she realized that it was just another game that looked like a fantasy and had nothing to do with Horst. It came so many times in succession, and when she saw the "claw machine" again, she didn't even hold out much hope-she didn't expect that it was this time that she found the game that Horst had just played.

"I found it," she said hurriedly to Kazuli, "I need to awaken Horst's consciousness before I reopen the game. Can you..."

Lin Sanjiu's voice suddenly lowered, without saying anything later. She leaned close to the screen, looked at the image carefully, after looking at it for a while, and then slowly asked: "He is dead?"

Hust's chest seemed to have not risen for a while.

He Lily bent down and squatted down on the ground, moving slowly as if she was getting older. She looked inside through the iron gate railing, raised her head, and said, "Yeah."

Lin Sanjiu's hand was still on the keyboard, and it seemed that there was nowhere to go. They stopped on the keyboard, quietly. The game text of the claw machine is still unfolding before her eyes; if there is only the trauma of losing a limb, or just being siege, it may not cause death. Horst wailed, pleaded, and raised his spirits, but it didn't make much difference in the end.

"What should I do now?" He Lily whispered.

In the silence that Lin Sanjiu couldn't answer for a while, she suddenly stood up, left the iron gate and walked back. She walked slowly along a straight line like a walk. After walking for a while, she reached her head and couldn't move. When she turned her head to look, the iron gate could still see her, and she could still see the iron gate.

"...Only such a short distance," He Lily said toward the intercom, "Look."

As long as it still exists, it will always stay within this size range-Lin Sanjiu dare not think about what kind of situation it will be like. She is very reluctant to delete the words of He Baihe, but now it seems that this is the ultimate and best way out...

She clenched her fist tightly, bit her inner cheek subconsciously on one side, stared at the game text unfolding in front of her, and even suspected that there was blood in her sight. Maybe it was because the habit of reading the game just now became natural, she still subconsciously swiped through the games one by one; the text in front of her was like a summer night firework, changing and blooming on stage and exit, it seemed that there was no impression left, until She realized that the game she had just turned over seemed to be the "rescue station" Nuwa said.

Lin Sanjiu stayed for a while, and finally spoke.

"I know, you want me to delete the text now." She whispered, "The decision is yours... But before that, I can pick the games I see, the people outside these games, Do you want to tell you something? I have a proposal. If you don’t agree with my proposal after listening to it, and you still want to be deleted, then I’ll delete your text.”