Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1935 Come On, Get On The Boat

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…It's troublesome now.

Lin Sanjiu lay motionless and stiff on the roof, cursing silently in his heart, praying secretly that the wind would not rise this morning. She could feel the four tea brothers in her trouser pockets squeezing to and fro, not knowing what they were doing, and she didn't have a moment of leisure; but she couldn't say a word now, so she could only hope that the ups and downs of her trouser pockets would not be projected out. .

After all, she can't be spotted by anyone now.

"How long will it take to squeeze," a soft voice rang through the fabric, "Hey, can you hear me? Why ignore us?"

Of course she can hear, but she can't speak or move now.

Lin Sanjiu did not expect that when she thought there was no one in the store, she was suddenly attacked. Although the physical projection is exactly the same as her, it does not have any combat power-this is explained very clearly in the table on the [Designer of Party B]-there is almost no opportunity to fight back and avoid, the head of the physical projection smashes the glass door , Flew straight into the air.

She was taken aback at the time and almost jumped off the projector; fortunately, she suddenly reacted in time and restrained herself abruptly.

…The small camera that I bought specifically yesterday seems to have rolled down with the head flying out; after the screen has rotated and rolled a few times, a piece of the store’s floor and a physical projection hand appeared in front of her—the one she was familiar with. At this moment, his hand was falling softly on the ground, his five fingers curled up weakly, and a pool of blood was slowly fading away from the direction of his wrist.

It stands to reason that even if the entity projection is cut off, it will still be based on Lin Sanjiu and maintain an upright posture; the reason why it falls on the floor now is all thanks to her quick response and decisively backward. The reason for falling down and falling straight down—the tea leaves were squeezed "Oh" at that time.

She didn't put tea leaves as raw materials in the projector, so she didn't have to worry about them being projected out.

…But what should I do now?

Lin Sanjiu was lying on his back on the platform of the projector, a little dumbfounded.

"Physical projection" is obviously a great idea, why is it so embarrassing? What happened that caused her to lie on the roof alone, staring at the sky motionlessly? She had already made a very good plan, but who would have thought that things would change so quickly that even the plan was too late to be implemented.

"Are you a depraved species? Come here and clean the shop for me." After a tumult, the boy's voice suddenly broke into her ears.

Ah, it turns out that the headset can still be used.

Lin Sanjiu felt that his head seemed to be picked up by the boy because his voice sounded close.

"I'll turn the light on a little bit, and you stand up the corpse against the wall—what are you doing in a daze? Clean it up!"

Got in too?

The boy's footsteps rang, always close to her ear; then a murmur told her that her head seemed to be placed on the table. In the video from the small camera, Lin Sanjiu saw his "corpse" being dragged up, and that hand swayed off the ground, and then disappeared from the camera.

It seems that as long as one no longer moves, the physical projection will be at the mercy of a real corpse.

Taking advantage of the chance that the light hadn't been turned on, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly closed his eyes that had been dry and red by the wind. Now that the boy's head was placed under the light to look closely, she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore; if she couldn't help blinking, everything would be exposed. The eyelids of the dead corpse that were originally opened may also be closed due to the shock, so there is no need to worry about it causing doubt.

"This is [Pygmalion collar]."

The boy sighed in the earphones.

As soon as this sentence came to his ears, Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised a heart--it seems that the boy really took out the collar under the bandage.

Did he put it on?

She raised her ears and dared not let go of a sound. After several seconds, she did not hear the "pop" of the collar opening and closing, but instead heard the sound of the drawer closing and putting something in after the drawer was opened-she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I shouldn't wear it... This is really lucky. If the boy really wears the collar, maybe something is wrong immediately.

Because of the long lapse of time, she no longer remembers whether she had told Luzer and Mather about [Pygmalion Collar] when she was in Extreme Warm Hell; but this collar has been with her for a long time and it has almost become her symbol One, just in case, she also prepared a collar around the neck of the physical projection.

The boy had already heard of the name of the collar. Maybe it was for this reason that he deliberately chose to cut off her head.

"However, it has been at least ten minutes now," Teacher Yi said in her mind, "Once thirty minutes have passed, [the power of description] will be invalid. You can't describe it again, otherwise there will be The head will follow along!"

Lin Sanjiu collected a lot of metal like blades, used [Described Power] to turn them into the appearance of a collar, and manipulated the physical projection to put it on this morning.

"He opens the drawer ten minutes later. If he finds that the collar has turned into a pile of metal pieces, it will inevitably make him suspicious." Teacher Yi said softly, "And your physical projection can only last for two hours. After arriving..."

"Wait," Lin Sanjiu interrupted her suddenly in his mind, "Listen."

At this moment, a long and vague sentence came from the headset: "...What are you doing with your head in the box?"

After the reminder of the fallen species, she also felt that the sound in the earphones was a bit wrong; the boy’s voice was still close at hand, but it seemed ambiguous as if it was separated by a layer—"the fallen species don’t just speak casually. , I don’t want to hear you talking."

Long feet seemed to mumble something, and it was quiet. Another noise came from Lin Sanjiu's earphones, mixed with the sound of cabinet doors opening and closing, and the sound of paper flipping; when all the noise fell, she could clearly feel that her head was locked in a narrow space. —Because the sound of footsteps and cleaning in the shop are far away.

Lin Sanjiu hesitated and opened his eyes slightly. A ray of blue sky filled the gap between her eyelids; after waiting for a while, seeing no response in the earphones, she slowly opened her eyes again.

Four round leaves were standing next to her head lined up, staring at her with small eyes, not knowing when they got out of her trouser pocket. They seem to like to look at her condescendingly like this.

"Did you have a stroke?" the youngest asked with concern, "I have only heard of it before, or is it the first time I have seen it."

"Fortunately, you are still alive," the fourth child was very gentle, "what can you do if you have a stroke again after we leave."

Lin Sanjiu rolled his eyes towards them-what she wanted to say but couldn't say.

"Our mission of companionship is about to be completed," the boss is still considerate. "A pot of tea can provide five days of tea companionship. After the companionship is over, we will go to reincarnation."

Reincarnation?

These fat leaves must tell her this when she can't move or talk!

Now the head is put in the box, so as long as you don't say anything...Lin Sanjiu thought about this and slowly opened his mouth as he watched Yuan Yezi. The eyes of the four brothers were all attracted. They watched her lips open and close for a while, and shook their heads together and said, "There is no sound, I don't understand."

How dare she speak normally when there is an evolutionary?

Lin Sanjiu was angry and anxious, so he could only carefully squeeze a small air current from between his lips and teeth, and asked in a low voice, "...when will we leave?"

"This afternoon," the boss said of course, "you drank tea in the afternoon five days ago."

"Do... me a favor."

"what?"

"Burn...burn that shop," Lin Sanjiu said in a breath, "burn my physical projection."

If the store lost her body after a fire broke out, then naturally they would think that the fire was related to the corpse; if the personalities start investigating who set the fire, it would be great, which means they have been completely attracted. Wrong way-they will never think that the shop will be set on fire, it will be four round tea leaves.

The four round tea leaves were bitter.

"…please."

"Let's try it," the Yuanchao sighed as they looked at each other. "This is really difficult."

Asking for a few pieces of tea to set fire sounds incredible—if today's development is not too different from her plan, she wouldn't be forced to come to such a bad way.

"As soon as the fire burns, I'll go to you." Lin Sanjiu looked at them and smiled slightly: "At that time, we will go to the owner of Yuan Tea Shop together."

Although they are round, short, slow and talkative, Lin Sanjiu still cherishes their company. As long as the fire ignites smoothly, she will have an 80-90% chance of getting rid of Luzer's personality, and she will be able to move much more freely at that time: "...If only she had a way to let you stay by my side. "

"Huh?" The four round tea leaves suddenly seemed to be crying: "Can't we be reincarnated?"