Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1893 Killing Hotel

The old, humble, small and shabby motel, together with its light sign with a layer of gray after the power cut, appeared once again under the sky, just between Lin Sanjiu, the town, and Lake You Park.

Away from the same kind, standing alone in the wind and sand between the sky and the earth, the motel seemed to shrink its shoulders.

"I really didn't expect that you have already discovered our essence."

The red T-shirt was dry all over, and it was hard to see that he was pushed through the carp pond. As before, when he released the motel, his back was confessed to Lin Sanjiu—now, Lin Sanjiu knew why he was so defenseless.

"Although it can't run like the dungeon in the doomsday world, our dungeon site is still an absolute existence."

The red T-shirt explained, and he stepped into the pitiful piece of land under the motel—he called it a parking lot.

"Are you coming in?"

Looking at Lin Sanjiu, seeing that she was still standing motionless several meters away, the red T-shirt sighed.

"You can't do anything if you don't believe me...but I really have no malice against you. I took it out because it can ensure the safety of our conversation."

"What do you mean?" Lin Sanjiu asked with his arms folded. "What is absolute existence?"

She was asking something, but her mind was still a little dazed; it seemed that only half of her was standing here at the moment, and the other half seemed to be standing on the shore of the lake, still preparing to jump down.

The time passing by every second is gradually becoming a kind of her crime; she knows what she should do, but does not do it, but can only stand here. It is clearly not only her crime, but also her punishment. .

"Just like the dungeon you have experienced, our dungeon site can't be destroyed or penetrated." The red T-shirt didn't seem to notice that her mind didn't belong, and said: "If we go in and talk, the people outside will not May be detected..."

He didn't finish a sentence, probably because he saw the flashing expression on Lin Sanjiu's face, he gave a wry smile, raised his hands and said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't go in, we are already far away from other people."

It's really far. If Lin Sanjiu bypassed the motel, the lake-touring park would look like a small forest rising slowly, even the lake was covered.

Can't see the lake, can't see the puppeteer, how does she know he is still there?

Perhaps with every breath, he was drifting away, but she was still ignorant.

Lin Sanjiu held back his anxiety and asked, "Since it's just a shell of a dungeon venue, why don't you let me jump out of the lake?"

"Although it can't run like a copy, we can still control it basically. After all, this is part of our existence. It's like...as if you can control your hand and grab a stone with it."

The red T-shirt shook his head and continued: "I don't know why you want to jump down so well... But as long as that person is willing, he can use the lake water to hold you firmly underneath, no matter how strong you are. The evolutionary of, there is no point in it anymore."

Lin Sanjiu's hand firmly grasped his elbow.

It turns out that the puppeteer is controlled like that.

She had walked into the carp pond house yard before, and accidentally entered the small woods. She was not trapped by the instance, half of luck and half of the blessing of [Meeting Old Knowledge in Other Country]; but the copy of Lake Park is different—it knows Lin Sanjiu.

Back then, I wanted to break away from the puppeteer's copy of Yuhu Lake-of course, it didn't know that the person who controlled it was the puppeteer at the time-after being detained for such a long time, it is no wonder that it will hold a grudge, right?

After all, evolutionary abilities still have opportunities to earn hands from time to time, but controlled dungeons are extremely rare...The special items on the puppeteer come and go, but they have not let go of the dungeon.

When Lin Sanjiu was slightly distracted, the red T-shirt scratched his neck and said, "I'll say a few words honestly, I hope you don't feel offended. After all, you are just a human being. Here, we can do many things. Deal with you, but you have nothing to do with us."

The red T-shirt is really not being polite, and the next words are really offensive.

"It seems arrogant to say that, but there are levels in the creation of the apocalyptic world... Our copy is just a creation that is just above your head and one level higher than yours." He spread his hand and said, "You What can I do with the dungeons? How many evolvers have disappeared in the dungeons? I have never heard of the evolving dungeons that have disappeared in the hands of the evolver."

Lin Sanjiu repeatedly changed his weight several times, feeling that he was anxious as if his feet were about to leave his body and walk out.

The most important thing is to get the puppeteer up first. The problem is that she dare not expose the puppeteer until the intention of the red T-shirt is ascertained.

"Then why do you want to help a low-level creature?" She stared at the red T-shirt and said, "When you found out that I was not a copy, didn't you say anything?"

"But I didn't do it to you." The red T-shirt put his hands in his trouser pockets and kicked one foot against the pebble on the ground, and said: "I was... really surprised at that time. I didn't expect to see it here. Human. I don’t know what to do, but I know that I can’t let you continue walking between the dungeons by yourself. I subconsciously want to procrastinate for a while and buy time to think about it... That’s why I walked with you for so long. , You were finally pushed into the pool."

He smiled embarrassedly, and a small bunch of ponytail-like fine lines tightened on the dry cheek skin.

"What will happen to me after the dungeon finds me?" Lin Sanjiu asked quickly.

The red T-shirt sighed. "This is a place where humans shouldn't exist... After you were discovered, I don't know what will happen. After all, it hasn't happened before, but it won't be good. This is only a copy of the Karma Museum World... How should I put it, I don’t know how to express this concept in human terms."

He frowned for a moment.

"Ah, when I was a human being, I liked to play online games...it was a bit like an online game exclusively open to dungeons. Of course, our body is still in the Karma Museum, but we can send a'character' to this place, a' 'Incarnation' also carries the characteristics of our ontology."

Lin Sanjiu seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand. "Are you a dungeon creature? Host?"

"Neither." The red T-shirt seemed to find it difficult to explain, a face wrinkled like chewed tobacco. "Of course, if you enter my dungeon, you will also see me as a dungeon creature... but in fact, the dungeon creature is only a part of me."

Even though most of his thoughts were on the puppet master, Lin Sanjiu was still taken aback. "But dungeon creatures often also have a complete personality..."

The red T-shirt nodded. "That's not relevant, you forget, I am not alone. I am a copy, and even if the copy creature has ten complete personalities, they are only part of me."

Lin Sanjiu didn't say a word, dubiously.

"For example, this kind of dungeon creature," he pointed to his face, and said, "He has a characteristic in the dungeon, that is, he yawns when he is suspicious, nervous, or critical. So join my evolving person. If you can find this, your chances of surviving will increase... My'incarnation' will also bring this feature."

"Participate in me" is really weird, making it difficult for Lin Sanjiu to adapt to it for a while. "Then...how do I call you?"

"By the way, after talking for so long, I haven't introduced myself yet," the red T-shirt slapped his forehead and smiled: "I am the Killing Hotel. I am glad to meet you."

I have a prediction. At this time next year, the masses may discover that the Taliban are not bad, they are allied brothers with the same interests.