Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1890

Lin Sanjiu stood up slowly and glanced around again.

That's right...but a grove of a dozen trees just surrounds a clearing in the center. The crown of the tree and the branches and leaves formed a huge "wellhead", and the sky fell from the "wellhead"; such woods were not common, and the more she looked at it, the more sure she was right. Everything was the same as last time.

Can't find two identical leaves in nature, but can find two identical forests?

Except for someone setting a trap, Lin Sanjiu couldn't find a second explanation.

But how can the person who set the trap know that she will rush out of the town at this moment? Or does it mean that the target is someone else, and he is just unlucky?

Since entering this place, a mystery has been stacked with another mystery. To find the answer from the mystery is like trying to dig a tunnel through the mountain with branches.

The effort of repeatedly calling cards just now finally succeeded; but unfortunately what she called out was just an ordinary long coat, not even special items.

If I wanted something of Lin Sanjiu, I had no choice but to approach the edge of the woods as if nothing had happened. A step or two away, it was the wasteland outside the woods. The woods are not far from the town. If she can rush out and run faster, she should be able to return to the town within ten seconds. Although the evolutionary abilities are all asleep, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. After all, she has not completely turned into Ordinary people.

The question is, can you go out?

Lin Sanjiu thought, tentatively stepping out of the forest.

Even she herself did not expect that she took this step smoothly and smoothly; the woods behind her were like any woods in the world, silent and indifferent, letting her rush into the wasteland—she was in her mind just now. There are several reactions prepared for different situations, and none of them are useful.

Even if everything is an illusion at this moment, Lin Sanjiu has to struggle to the end in the illusion. She rushed all the way to the intersection of the town, and then she dared to slow down again; after she flashed to a truck on the side of the road, she swept the probe out and found that the grove was still sitting far away in the wasteland, nothing strange. .

Lin Sanjiu retracted his head and let out a breath of uncertainty. She quickly put the long coat on her upper body, drew the zipper under her chin, and covered the hood. When there was no other way, she barely completed the disguise.

As she was about to continue walking into the town, she paused and then glanced out of the truck.

…The grove is a little closer than before.

The branches and leaves tremble, the crown of the tree is undulating, and the entire grove is up and down, as if there are countless tiny pieces of wind pushing them from all directions. Only when people move their gaze to the roots of the tree will they find that it is not the wind blowing on the waste grass, but the tree in the front that stands up and leaves the ground.

There was an extra pair of feet under the tree.

As if someone was wearing a tree-shaped stage suit, it only showed a pair of feet, and it was dragging a group of trees behind it on the ground; as it walked, the tree sat down, as if to rest for a while. The feet disappeared.

After a second or two, the tree was lifted up, and the human foot took small steps again, and the woods rustled toward the town.

So... what is that?

When Lin Sanjiu thought that she had rushed out from the feet of the pair of people just now, she felt a little inexplicable nausea for a while; at this moment, her vision was suddenly blocked by the truck door that was pushed open for a half.

A driver jumped out of the car and slammed the door with a "boom," as if he had noticed her gaze, then turned his head and saw the small woods rustling towards the small town.

His back paused for half a second, and when he turned his head, his expression on his face was so normal as if a tree was born to grow human feet.

Before crossing the dirt road, the truck driver glanced at Lin Sanjiu, and dropped two sentences: "Is that your friend? He came to you?"

Lin Sanjiu was startled, and still didn't know how to digest this sentence, but the truck driver had already left indifferently.

This sentence contains a message, just like the conversation with the red T-shirt before—except that this time she can almost feel the shape of the message through the words, and even feel it is crucial. What is it?

No, it's not right, it's more than just a message.

She clung to this thought in her heart and did not dare to relax. After flashing back to the car, her eyes swept around a few times.

Since the truck driver can think that the forest is here to find her, it means that the forest can come into the town?

This is already on the edge of the town, and the nearby buildings are sparse. No matter which direction she goes, she may be caught by the small forest from a distance. Lin Sanjiu looked at the back of the truck driver, suddenly became wise, and called him: "Eh, wait for me!"

As she strode towards the dazed truck driver, the woods were still swaying towards the town in the surrounding light, getting closer.

The truck driver was tall and fat, and Lin Sanjiu stood beside him, just enough to use him to block him. She is now dressed differently, and if there is another companion around her, she might be able to cover it up to some extent; not only is she slipping away in front of the small forest, she also has to avoid the search of the red T-shirt.

"Big brother," she said with a smile as much as possible, "coincidentally, I have to go in this direction too, shall we go together?"

The people here are very friendly—at least on the surface at first—Lin Sanjiu predicts that he will not refuse.

"It's okay, but isn't your friend coming to you?" The truck driver hesitated, "Aren't you waiting here?"

Lin Sanjiu swallowed the reflexive question of "what is that?" She has a lot of questions, but unfortunately none of them seem to be able to ask.

"No, don't wait," she said vaguely, "let's go now."

The truck driver didn't seem to realize that when the two of them were walking, Lin Sanjiu kept hiding himself tightly within the contours of his body, and he didn't even dare to shake his hand to a greater extent.

On the opposite side of the dirt road is a small farm. In a large short fence, many chickens walk around, picking food and eating on the ground; behind there is a row of pens, a few pigs and a cow standing in the shadow under the eaves , Numbly watching the two approach the fence.

Lin Sanjiu quietly glanced back from the shoulder of the truck driver, but he couldn't help but was taken aback: The grove was gone.

It only took more than ten seconds, and the speed of the woods was not fast. How could it suddenly disappear from outside the town?

The truck driver obviously noticed her movement. "Ah, I understand." He patted his forehead and said, "So if you make old acquaintances, you may not necessarily be friends... Why, have there been conflicts before?"

Where did you go?

Lin Sanjiu was full of misgivings and couldn't answer him for a while, and the truck driver didn't care either. He said to himself: "Hey, I understand you too. In places like forums, there are many familiar faces. Not to mention you."

She was startled and almost stopped.

Is the symposium real?

What is "not to mention you"?

Lin Sanjiu only felt that she was touching an elephant. She had already figured out the shape of many parts of the elephant. As long as they were put together, the answer could be drawn-in the case of a red T-shirt, in the case of a truck driver. , The small woods that can walk around are all tumbling in her mind, making her even a little dazed.

She looked back and found that there were only a few scattered pedestrians on the dirt road in the small town; on the waste grass, the grove seemed to have never existed.

"This forum..." Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice while pondering, "Did you see any newcomers?"

"Yes, I don't know what's wrong today. Besides you, there is a newcomer who is turning around to find a place to stay. I haven't seen one in many years."

Lin Sanjiu said in his heart that he had just been lucky that he had just met a truck driver who had met the fat man, and he heard that his luck had turned a corner.

"It's a pity," said the truck driver, "I haven't seen him yet, I don't know what it is like."

How would you know that there is something new here—

At the same time when this question floated, it seemed as if a flash of lightning struck past, shining all the broken details and clues into her mind: the water stains on the stone road, the fat and ugly people, the trapped people. The puppet master, the red T-shirt said that the symposium is very long and I am not afraid to be absent for a while, "so making old acquaintances may not necessarily be friends"...

Almost all the points are connected by a line. No matter how strange the shape is, it is an answer that has to be accepted. Once she had the answer, she looked back. Everything turned out to be so clear and simple, which made her ashamed that she hadn't thought of it earlier.

Lin Sanjiu knew why the puppeteer was arrested.

I have recently become obsessed with a Japanese dessert, a small bowl, the top layer is a few glutinous rice daifuku, the middle is a layer of red bean paste, and the bottom is matcha ice cream. In the whole box, only the red bean paste is sweet. The sticky glutinous beans are sweet with a bit of bitterness. After one spoonful, the various layers of taste are intertwined and rich and coordinated. It tastes so good that I am box after box... and each box has calories. Not high, only 250 cards, one box a day is not a problem at all. As for the name, I don’t know, I don’t understand Japanese...