Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu didn't turn his head back, kicked lightly with his foot, and closed the door of the conference room.

In the dead silence of the room, she walked to the end of the conference table step by step, and pulled out an empty chair—the wheel of the swivel chair scratched on the ground, as if it was hanging in the air, and it was too late. scattered.

As if very tired, Lin Sanjiu fell down and sat down in the chair.

Not a single pig made the slightest movement, and every pair of identical small black eyes were tightly attached to what she put on the table—a roll of black and heavy steel whip, which she held in her hand, the exposed steel whip. A piece of dark black, blade-like scales opened on it.

The scales gleamed with a slippery light; the knuckles of her fingers, the edges of her nails, and on the table under the whip were bright red blood.

One pig couldn't help sniffing, as if he wanted to talk, looked left and right, and held it back.

Lin Sanjiu looked a little tired, rubbed his eyes, and unconsciously wiped a bloodstain on his face. She smashed her two booted feet on the conference table one after the other, the soles of the boots were stained black, red, black and red with blood; leaning on the back of the chair and looking up, she closed her eyes, Sighed.

"Don't move," she murmured, closing her eyes, "Fourth uncle, right?"

The meeting room was still silent.

Lin Sanjiu opened his eyelids slightly.

Sitting at the other end of the conference table, the fourth uncle pursed his lips tightly and met her gaze.

"I told you not to move," Lin Sanjiu sighed again, "I feel very tired now, don't force me to say it again."

The fourth uncle looked at the five or six pigs on both sides of the table, as if not surprised by their silence, and finally opened his mouth and said, "I didn't—"

Before the word "movement" was spoken, no one could see Lin Sanjiu's movements at that moment, but the steel whip suddenly soared; a long shadow like a dragon swept across the table in mid-air, and it whistled in an instant. Rolled towards the opposite side of the table - after a sound of wet flesh tearing, the fourth uncle finally reacted, and with a miserable howl, he fell to the ground with the pig and the chair when he jumped out.

A fat and short pig's arm was neatly broken by the blade of the steel whip, and fell to the floor with a "slap"; the pig next to him closed his eyes involuntarily, and his face was splashed. A blood spot.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice if I stretched my hand into my trouser pocket inch by inch under the table?" Lin Sanjiu was still very tired, and even his eyelids were half-drooped, he said feebly, "There is one more. "

The fourth uncle is worthy of being the pig at the head. He was suddenly hit hard by this, but he still reacted at the first time and acted immediately: it did not wait for the steel whip to get up again, and took advantage of the time when he fell to the ground. His left hoof reached into his trousers pocket, while he desperately rolled under the table, the violent gasping sound hit the dead silence in the room, sending out waves of stench and uneasy wind.

Lin Sanjiu's feet were still on the table, as if he didn't care what Fourth Uncle did. She looked at the pigs on both sides of the table, one by one, and fixed each pig in place.

Finally, her eyes returned to the conference table; where her eyes fell, there was a table board, and the fourth uncle was underneath.

In the violent gasps and broken groans, the pig under the table suddenly snorted tremblingly, as if it was exerting force; I don't know what it was trying to do, and after two seconds, it poured out of its throat. "Huh?"

"Just do you remember that you still have a left hand?" Lin Sanjiu smiled and said, "Are you surprised that your left hand can't move suddenly?"

In the next half-minute, no one in the conference room knew what was going on except Lin Sanjiu himself—the fourth uncle's tragic howl suddenly became louder, it fluttered under the table and slammed into the conference table. They were all buzzing and shaking; but there seemed to be an invisible force that held it firmly in place, and no matter how hard it slammed into it, it could never escape from that small place.

However, the fourth uncle's left arm was another scene.

The fourth uncle's body was held down and could not move, but its left arm seemed to have an idea, and it seemed to be trying to break free, and was lifted high by a suction - all the pigs sitting at the table were It could be seen that the fourth uncle's left hoof came out from under the table, and it was still getting longer and longer.

The bones, joints, skin, and muscles couldn't stand the tearing, the joints rattled, and the pigskin hissed and cracked several bloodstains; the arm was finally pierced alive by the deafening roar of the white pig. He was pulled from his body and threw it to the corner of the room.

"The thing you wanted to take just now was [Logic]?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

She listened to her fourth uncle's screaming, screaming, begging and scolding for a while, then shook her head and said, "I see that you are always aloof, and you seem to be quite extraordinary, but I didn't expect you to be so afraid of pain. You should be lucky. , if you hadn't been able to take out [Logic], you would be dead by now, just like these subordinates of yours."

The pigs sitting on both sides of the long table couldn't help but be stunned when they heard the words; their black and dazed little eyes widened, some pigs turned their faces towards Lin Sanjiu, and some suddenly wanted to jump up from their chairs. .

No one saw when she put her feet down and stood up.

Like a joke, Lin Sanjiu slapped the nearest pig on the head with ease.

The head was uprooted from its shoulder and neck, and the white cervical vertebrae snapped off in the air and blood; without the connection with the body, the head flew out flat like a basketball , just hit the head of the next pig, and immediately knocked its eyes over, lost consciousness briefly, and the whole pig fell to the ground on its back.

The pig that fell to the ground suddenly blocked the way to the door of the conference room, causing the two pigs behind it to scream in panic. At the same time, Lin Sanjiu carried the steel whip in his left hand and swept over the pigs who were running away on the other side of the conference table.

... When Wanggen reopened his eyes, the walls of the conference room, the table, and even the ceiling were all splattered with blood, and it was almost impossible to find a place that was not red; The walls flowed down, and even the lights were tinged with a blush.

I don't know how many large arteries, just like a water pipe that was stepped on by people's feet, and the blood was sprayed in countless circles in all directions; the rich **** smell, like a slippery rotten meat ball, flowed down the person's nostrils.

Wanggen had long been splashed into a red pig; it shrank its shoulders tightly and sat in the chair, its teeth chattering, clack clack, clack clack.

"Go and drag your fourth uncle out from under the table," Lin Sanjiu, who was also covered in blood, wiped his face and said calmly, "Use your shorts to stop the bleeding."

Just when Wanggen stood up tremblingly, there was a light knock on the door, and when the door handle was turned, the pig who had just been sent to report to the headquarters poked its head into the room—in its sight As soon as he touched the bright red **** behind the door, his neck was cut off by a steel whip; the trachea was pulled out, the flesh and blood hung on his chest, and the pig corpse fell heavily to the ground.

"Yes, sorry,"

In extreme fear, Wang Gen found the voice instead, and while speaking, he followed Lin Sanjiu's order, pulled the unconscious fourth uncle out, and took off his shorts. "Please, please don't kill me. I'm the new pig that just transformed. What they did has nothing to do with me..."

"Isn't it also a month?" Lin Sanjiu smiled and said, "I think your plan to increase the new population just now is very comprehensive and very positive."

Wang Gen was dumbfounded, hesitating and hesitating, for a while, he had no other choice, he knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed to Lin Sanjiu with all his might, shouting, "What do you want, I'll do it for you! You don't know. , I'll give you news! As long as you can keep me alive, even if you cut the flesh from me and eat it!"

It was really clever, shouting, remembering Lin Sanjiu's goal, and hurriedly raised its head and said, "Who are you looking for, I can broadcast to the farm for you! Those ordinary people who heard the order of the pigs definitely didn't. If you dare to hide it, you will take the initiative to report as soon as you hear the broadcast. With me here, the woman you are looking for will be easier to find..."

"So you haven't found her yet." Lin Sanjiu said slowly, "Her name is Feng Huanyan."

"Yes, yes, I said when I was broadcasting, I'm looking for Feng Huanyan," Wang Gen's eyes lit up, and he saw hope again, "She must not dare to be silent!"

Lin Sanjiu nodded, slowly wiped the blood on his hands, and said, "Where is the broadcasting system?"

"Honestly, it's right here," Wangen said hastily. "Did you see that machine under the screen? It's a special item. I saw they used it to play some pre-recorded educational broadcasts. to open it for you..."

Lin Sanjiu stopped it.

"Show me a piece of that educational broadcast." She glanced at Wanggen, who was smooth and empty, feeling a little bit understand why the pig-shaped degenerates wanted to transform people into pigs. "Then, you go to stop the bleeding for the fourth uncle."

Wangen hurriedly complied. When it knelt down beside the fourth uncle again and tore his shorts, a calm, clear, mellow and upright voice came from under the screen in the conference room. "...Faced with our current short-term difficulties, only by persevering in struggle, working together, and following the instructions of Mr. Pig, can we finally overcome the difficulties and get out of the predicament... We must open up a place that only belongs to us amid the encirclement and malice of the evolutionary. own world..."

Lin Sanjiu listened, and suddenly let out a low laugh without a smile. Wang Gen glanced at her secretly, but unfortunately the expression on Lin Sanjiu's face at this time was unpredictable - it was like tiredness, mockery, and sadness.

"...But he is also an evolutionary himself." She whispered.

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