Doomsday Wonderland

If the clothesline with the signboard is used as the dividing line, this alley seems to be divided into two halves: one half is speculation, surprise, discussion, tight voices and emotions filling the air; the other half is Eternal silence, so thick that it seems to be cut with a knife.

It is self-evident which side Lin Sanjiu falls on.

She was the first to bet, perhaps because she had a lot of special items, which made it easier to bet 40 points; on the zero-meter-long road, a yellow arrow actually appeared, but this yellow arrow Turn around on the ground, and end up with each other, forming a 0 shape.

After she stood aside holding the change chips, Pan Cui and Pina saw this, and finally went up one by one and put down the chips - Pina was the last one, and when she put down the chips, her expression seemed to cut her off. Like an arm.

No one expected that after Pina's chips disappeared, just as she was about to turn around and leave, the mime behind the sign stretched out her hand like lightning; Pina's strain instinct was not slow, but when she reacted, She had been grabbed by the mime by the arm.

"What are you doing?" Pina asked angrily, startled.

The mime maintained a clown-like laugh and raised an index finger at her.

"Ah?" Pina frowned, her temper was obviously worn out, "What do you mean?"

However, the pantomime immediately let go of her hand, ignored her, and beckoned to Pan Cui a few times.

"Me?" Pan Cui came up suspiciously, watching the pantomime raise his hand, and raised **** at her.

"Is it the second?" Pan Cui asked, but got no answer.

Lin Sanjiu guessed that it was his turn; sure enough, when she was greeted, the pantomime also gave her a three with a smile.

"One, two, three?" Pan Cui looked at a few people and said, "Is this our respective... number? Or the order of what to do?"

The mime doesn't seem to have the habit of expressing confirmation, leaving her guesses hanging in the air, with that huge, empty smile on her face.

Immediately, he compared the two gestures of "two" and "three" one after another; Pan Cui and Lin Sanjiu were refreshed and focused on him, but he didn't expect him to cover his eyes tightly with his hands next. , with both elbows straight into the air.

"He is..." Lin Sanjiu guessed, "Do you mean to let us both cover our eyes and not look at it?"

As if deaf, the pantomime kept his hands tightly covering his eyes, motionless.

Pan Cui and Lin Sanjiu looked at each other, neither of them could think of any other possibility; when they set their eyes on Pina, Pina nodded at them, and compared a question that seemed to be "I'm coming. say" gesture.

"I don't want you to see it, you have to cover your eyes, it's a bit silly..." Teacher Yi muttered.

That being said, but Lin Sanjiu just put her hand on her eyes, and immediately realized that something was wrong - her eyelids seemed to have been smeared with glue at some point. The field of vision was obscured; the elbows seemed to have their own minds, swung to the sides and lifted high into the air.

When Pina took a deep breath, Lin Sanjiu also understood: she, and Pan Cui, must be exactly the same as a pantomime.

Not only did the "should do" movements be exactly the same as the pantomime's; she soon realized that the actions that the pantomime had not done just now, such as running and jumping, activating evolutionary abilities, etc., she couldn't do at the moment either.

"He...he really let go,"

In the darkness, Pina's cautious report sounded - "He compared one, he should be calling my attention..."

Lin Sanjiu really wanted to ask, "What did he tell you to pay attention to?" But since the mime actor didn't open her mouth just now, she naturally couldn't ask anything at the moment.

"Oh, he won't let me say—"

The half sentence seemed to be cut off abruptly, and Pina fell into a strange silence.

Sure enough, the pantomime would not let Pina keep talking without stopping her; otherwise, there would be no point in covering the eyes of the other two.

After Pina calmed down, no matter how attentively Lin Sanjiu listened to it, there was still only the sound of the light wind blowing and drying the clothes in the alley, and the rustling of the clothes when the mime actors moved.

Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was imagination, but even if Lin Sanjiu couldn't see it, he always felt that the pantomime took up all of Pina's spirit—what was he doing?

After a few long minutes, Pina finally made a sound again.

"Ah?" She sounded more dazed than before, "You want me to go there?"

where to go?

Lin Sanjiu questioned silently, and it seemed that Pina heard it too. She continued to explain: "He pointed to the building next to him, as if he wanted me to go over... I'll go over first, and you will call me later. Oh, he compares Two! He should be calling you, Pan Cui!"

Lin Sanjiu was still unable to move; but her skin, hair, and ears all caught the movements of Pan Cui next to her—the air movement caused by Pan Cui's walking and the rubbing sound of her clothes all indicated that Pan Cui had passed. .

This time, after a moment of silence, Pan Cui was assigned to another place by the mime, and it seemed that she was not with Pina.

When it was finally Lin Sanjiu's turn, she let the sky light re-illuminate her vision with a sense of relief; the mime figure who came out from behind the sign at some point, a huge smiling face loomed over her. the center of her retina.

He first made a booing gesture—even though there was no one around Lin Sanjiu.

"Sure enough, I can't speak anymore," Teacher Yi reported unhappily in his mind.

The mime stared into Lin Sanjiu's eyes with a smile on her face. Seeing that her attention was on her, she immediately threw up her arms, raised her knees, put her feet on the ground, and then raised the other knee—he was in the same place. He walked in a circle, and when he was done, he went in a circle in the opposite direction.

Why perform a walk?

The pantomime stood abruptly, the movement just now falling off him like dead leaves. He quickly started the next move: this time, he ran, Teng Teng passed by Lin Sanjiu, and ran back again.

The doubts in Lin Sanjiu's mind could already be weighed in kilograms, but her doubts had only just begun.

Next, the pantomime performed a dozen or so movements in one breath, gradually becoming more and more strange and specific: at the beginning, the common movements such as running, jumping, walking, and turning around quickly became "pulling away" something", "craning his neck and looking at it", "crawling on all fours", etc... No matter how Lin Sanjiu guessed, there was no way to string a logical line between these actions.

After the dozen or so movements were over, Lin Sanjiu felt that he could open his mouth to speak again, but there was only one slow: "...Ah?"

The pantomime took a few exaggerated breaths, pretended to wipe off his sweat, and then pointed to a barber shop not far away.

Lin Sanjiu, who had no choice, walked towards the small and dilapidated barber shop as if in a dream.