Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1947 Awaiting Miss Lin's Apartment

Generally speaking, when normal people encounter this kind of situation, would they not take the initiative to walk into that dark little door?

Lin Sanjiu took a step towards the door slowly, thinking that she might not be considered a normal person.

What threw out with the darkness behind the door was a bleak and heavy breath. The smell is hard to describe. It is like wallpaper that has been repeatedly wet and air-dried by water, like wood soaked in vegetable oil fume, like a rusty metal water pipe...If the smell is also old, this smell is already very old.

When he took another step towards the door, Lin Sanjiu realized that the corpse hanging on the door had disappeared at some point.

She has always been proud of her observation ability, since she entered the arsenal, it has been frequently ineffective; whether it is McDonald’s employee Oliver or the fake Ren Nan, their appearance and disappearance seem to be directly acting on her side. Like the air, there is no trace at all.

Was this door really a door a few minutes ago?

Lin Sanjiu stood in the doorway, staring at the lacquered darkness inside, trying to distinguish a little shape or sound. Even the arsenal exposed in the night is so dim that people can't see it; behind the door, almost all the light is cut off, leaving only a cloud of pitch black. She tried to use her consciousness to slowly get out, breaking through the sticky air that hadn't flowed for many years, and she felt like a long corridor in front of her.

There are no switches on the left and right walls. I don't know how to turn on the lights when the members of the arsenal come in.

Similarly, no creatures appeared in [Consciousness Scan]. In fact, she was already mentally prepared for this, and her several detection methods seemed to be useless here.

Lin Sanjiu pulled out a flashlight from the card library, and the bright white aperture instantly dissipated the darkness like the thick fog in front; the light grabbed a scene from the retreating darkness, pinning its color and shape. In view.

It is indeed a corridor, which seems to be quite old.

In order to cover up the cracks that have opened up over the years, the old wall has been painted with several coats of paint. The upper part is white and the lower part is bright green. There are thin wooden doors on both sides of the corridor, which have faded and become dark red; some are covered with dirty doormats, and some are equipped with several pairs of shoes of different sizes. It looks like a cheap and ordinary apartment. .

Isn't it a dormitory in an arsenal? It is very different from the overall style of the arsenal.

At the other end of the corridor, it seemed to be a wooden staircase... Lin Sanjiu took a step forward, trying to stretch his eyes and flashlight a little further, and see clearly.

She just took a step forward, but at this moment, her Yu Guang and Teacher Yi suddenly made a soft warning, and they all made her realize at the same time that something was different—Lin Sanjiu suddenly Turning around, the flashlight swept back, hitting the empty, half-white, half-green wall beside him.

...The door is missing.

She turned the flashlight a few times, and she was just the same wall behind and beside her.

It's not just that the door is missing, how does it seem...

"I seem to have a sense of sight when I appear," Lin Sanjiu murmured. She has always disliked the dead silence when she is alone, so even the voice of consciousness in her mind is more reassuring than silence. "I always think this scene is very familiar, I don't know why..."

Teacher Yi's response to her is not reassuring. "Door," she whispered, "There was something on the corner of the door just now that I was very concerned about."

What?

Lin Sanjiu frowned and carefully checked the scene that Teacher Yi had shown her. At that time, she was all focused on the corridor behind the door, and she didn't pay much attention to the door itself, so even if the teacher was sitting in front of her, the scene would inevitably be blurred for a while.

Vaguely she could only see that there was something in the upper right corner of the door, which seemed to be drawn on it. It was a small square, no bigger than a fist.

The sense of sight seemed to permeate every corner of her consciousness; even this door she was sure she had never seen before and would never see again in the future, somehow made Lin Sanjiu feel a little familiar.

To be on the safe side, Lin Sanjiu did not act rashly. She stood on the spot, salvaged it from memory for an unknown number of times, but it was like fishing with a hole in a fishing net, and it was nothing but empty—because she had never seen the door with the small square painted before.

Lin Sanjiu turned around, wrapped a [metal trap] in his right hand, and punched the wall behind him hard.

There is a way, even if you obviously feel that it won't work, you still have to go through the cutscene and try it—relying on violent breakthrough is such a way.

"The puppeteer is a crow's mouth, right?" She withdrew her hand and shook it vigorously a few times, as if she could get rid of the pain. "He said leftovers, and I took a bite of biscuits that I didn't know what the **** it was. He said he broke the wall and I can't break a wall now. What the hell, this wall recovers faster than he cursed. It's fast."

Almost as soon as her hand left the wall, the pits and cracks she had smashed up just now were quickly re-stitched. When the words "puppet master" were finished, the wall would have been intact.

"This is a bit like the characteristics of a copy," Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, and felt that if the arsenal set up a copy here as a means of defense, it would not be unimaginable. If it was really a copy, it seemed that she would have to go inside—it also means that [Weaving Loving Mother] was sold early, otherwise, how good would it be to let the thread lead it out?

In the constantly shaking light circle, she walked quietly every step, trying not to make any noise on the floor, and trying not to worry about the heavier and heavier sense of sight. The reason is the same: she can't let the sound she stepped on, and the hint in her heart, obscure the sound from this cheap apartment.

However, unexpectedly, when she approached Room 101, in the dark and silent corridor just now, there was a sound of people and smoke: Although it was still dim, the doors of each room lit up with faint flickers. Someone behind a door in the distance cleared his throat loudly and then spit out; in Room 101, it seemed that someone was dragging their feet on the ground, and then there was a low and muffled "bang".

Lin Sanjiu leaned in and heard the vague curses behind the door.

"It hurts me," the voice complained, "What a broken place, power goes out every day... Cheap stuff consumes power fast."

The door is dark, and it looks like there is not much lighting in room 101 compared to his neighbors.

From the time when she ate the cookies, Lin Sanjiu’s problem has reached the point where there are no itchy lice and no worries about debts. She didn’t even stop, and continued to walk forward, again from the other side of the corridor. In room 103, I heard the sound of scolding the child—"What are you doing with wax oil? It's hot, it's time!"

The next door of room 102 was dark and bright, and it looked like it should be the light of a flashlight; the sound of a radio was heard in the apartment adjacent to it—there was an old radio with batteries in the house, indicating that the owner may be an old man; Moving forward, 106 is the same as 102, although there is light, there is silence behind the door.

Lin Sanjiu stopped.

She has been paying attention to the movement under the apartment door all the way, so she can see clearly: when she is about to approach 106, but has not yet approached 106, there is a dark shadow under the door, which looks like Someone is standing close to the door. When she actually walked to door 106, the dark shadow flashed aside and disappeared from the light under the door.

Immediately afterwards, under the door of room 108 ahead, a dark figure stepped into the light, standing right in the middle of the door, looking...like someone standing close to the door.

Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes and the flashlight, and landed on the door of the room. The cat's eye reflected light in the glass and lit up in the flashlight.

Shouldn't... How can the apartments communicate with each other?

Maybe this is not the question she should ask the most at this moment, because the black shadow may be just a coincidence. What really should be cared about is that the person behind the door is undoubtedly watching and listening to her whereabouts.

Lin Sanjiu did not rush to Room 108. She looked at the black shadow under the door, and a consciousness quietly rushed towards the door, curled up the doorknob of the room, and turned it slightly.

The black shadow under the door gave way to the side, and then the door was opened smoothly by her.

"Is it Miss Lin?" There seemed to be a smile in the voice behind the door.

Although it was posted late today, it went smoothly. I also saw the plot from 1942 to 1946 in the crystal ball and wrote it down. I worried you before, I'm so sorry, and I am grateful for your concern...