Doomsday Wonderland

This is anti-theft, and the main text will probably take at least an hour...You guys go to bed first

When Lin Sanjiu found out the video left by Sibaan from the hundreds of messages spanning several months, she even felt a little dazed and suspicious.

Not to mention finding someone, based on Lin Sanjiu's experience, even sending a letter requires a lot of hardships and twists and turns—the process of trying to contact Mather is an excellent example —Why did Sparan find her right away when he was looking for her?

On the still screen of the video at this moment, it was Spartan's unmistakable face. Although half of it can't be seen clearly; because there are pieces of window-shaped reflections floating on the screen, which lighten part of his appearance.

In the reflection, there is also a half of the pig's face facing the screen.

Lin Sanjiu glanced back. The pig stretched its neck, and its small black eyes stared at the screen without blinking; when it realized Lin Sanjiu's gaze, it didn't have the slightest intention to avoid it, but was more confident than her: "What do you think I'm doing? You Play it. If you don't hurry up, how will other people use the bulletin board?"

At that moment, the crow feather on the puppeteer's shoulder shook slightly. It seemed as if a black gust of wind was about to burst out in the next second, circling violently and engulfing the entire hall; the pig flinched involuntarily, its two front hooves protected its head and face, and its sparse pink and white hair stood up. After a few seconds, it realized that the other party hadn't moved—the puppeteer didn't even turn his eyes towards it.

Lin Sanjiu blocked the air with one arm. Seeing that I held back again, he withdrew his arm. It doesn't matter whether the other party is a fallen species, outside of the Karma world, the puppeteer's subordinates will be stained with a little blood at worst.

"He's going this way," you said warmly to the pig.

The pig snorted and walked away a few steps quickly, still in a position where he could see the screen by stretching his neck.

The puppeteer still kept his word, and even took out an antique silver comb from somewhere.

"You are in danger now, so you can stop talking, Dajiu, he saw Jing Liyong." My tone was much slower than before, "Go to the ruined arsenal to send you a reminder, you go Find him!"

"What, what does he think?" Sibaan felt that I had nothing to say but asked, but he only got a hot smile in return.

When you step out the door, the pig's last words drifted out of your ears. "I also know that this rumor is true," it said eagerly, "The big worlds outside the Karma Museum will come to life one day..." You have never tried to describe the facial expression of a pig, But at this moment, when the pig is looking at the counter and the glass screen, you can only call the expression on its face... regret and longing.

The puppeteer didn't seem to feel anything strange at all, and quickly brushed back a few strands of white hair that had slipped up and back in front of his head.

"What does it mean to welcome him today..." You asked loudly.

When the seven of them were about to leave the small hall, Siba'an raised his head and caught a glimpse of the pig.

Not yet, what about "send a reminder"?

"Yes, yes, you are not surprised," you stammered and explained, "You, you see, I'm pretty ugly..."

You gave up after asking twice, turned your head and stretched out another finger under the screen. When you watched the video two or eight times again, the puppeteer finally held his patience and asked enthusiastically: "He is too big to turn his head and he can hit himself with a concussion, so why does he have a concussion for two consecutive times?" Do you remember all the words?"

Your eyes moved from under the screen where the video was played just now, to under the pig, and then to the sign at the door.

The puppeteer stood tall, as if he had heard it, he tidied up the feather cloak on his upper body and his lower body, and even took a little less effort to wipe and clean up the place that Sibaan touched just now.

Duan Video suddenly raised his head, as if his attention was attracted by something beyond the screen. I frowned slightly, probably because I picked up the camera; because the picture suddenly shook, my face was magnified, and the strands of blond hair shone like the sunset light obliquely reflected in the water.

"Ah, I'm used to it." The pig sighed and said, "You will come back every now and then...Maybe you are quite nostalgic."

In the cold metal light shining in the corner of the puppeteer's eyes, did you finish the first half of the sentence—Jing Liyong seems to be getting older and heavier, and even her skin seems to be getting worse?

"You're looking for someone," Duan Video turned his face away from the camera. I looked directly at the camera and everyone watching the video, and said loudly: "Your name is Sibaan. You have been looking for you since the next time we parted."

Even if Sibaan is full of understanding now, he was attracted by my comb: Have you ever seen such a flamboyant comb with complicated decorations? If you pick out gemstones, it is enough to decorate a crown, right?

At the moment when the video was frozen, did the video still look at the camera.

[Xiaoxiang APP searched for "Spring Gift" New users get 500 book coins, old users get 200 book coins] "What's the matter with him?" Sibaan stared at it and asked. "What is he doing there?"

"Have it?" Sibaan was taken aback, and played it again with restraint. "There are only two sentences in total... That's too stupid, where is the ruined arsenal? I mean the one outside the blue sky, right?"

Siba'an froze on the spot, for a moment he knew how to digest the news. The pig suddenly became human, turned around, swayed at us, and said, "They don't care about you. What about you, come and visit if you have something to do. It matters to you whether they are there or not." No difference, let's go."

It turned out to be like that... Jing Liyong let out a breath. You glanced at the video of the video for the first time, finally turned off the message, and turned around from behind the screen. When you get to the abandoned site of the arsenal, you may understand what "sending reminders" is all about.

Just like that, the video playback started, and it jumped back to the message interface.

"After all, the 'City Hall' is the doomsday world you were born in..." Its tone is slowly dripping with thick nostalgia, "The bricks and stones outside are too unfamiliar to you. Ever since you left your hometown, you have always wanted to go back and have a look... There are not many of your kind in the distance, just like the small flood service provider. The reason why you gather here and there is because you want to take a look at your hometown. "

"It represents the Christmas day when you can't retreat into the small city hall." The pig head said back, regret once again floated up. "Outside that world, every day is a safe day, and you can see the sign that today is welcome..."

I haven't got my voice back... Siba An thought to himself. The next time when the video disappears, my voice will still be under Fanhe's hands; after thinking about it, it will be more than ten months later.

Nostalgic? A layer of goosebumps appeared under Siba'an's arms. "What does he mean?"

The puppeteer didn't even have the interest to take a second glance at the pig—when Sba'an spoke, I had already left the door and turned into a temple at the door again; Jing Liyong frowned and opened the glass door. At that time, the front turned back and swept around.

This square-faced guy is right. Anyone who sees me will probably have to finish reading Lin Sanjiu—it has nothing to do with gender; people always yearn for beauty, and yearn for those who are shocked by beauty and tremble because of it. pleasure.

"The reason why I chose the abandoned site of the arsenal is because there are not many 'abandoned sites of the arsenal' destroyed outside the seventeenth world." The puppeteer said almost reservedly, "Including the stronghold of the Karma Museum, several arsenals have been destroyed. The base is now an abandoned site."

Although that corrupt species is quite annoying, at most it has provided you with urgently needed news, and it seems to have saved some good things; After a glance, he couldn't help but stopped.

"Whose time is he wasting there?" The puppeteer's voice was like an ice diamond, which shocked Jing Liyong and painted it over the lake. "If he needs to be restarted once before he can act abnormally, what you need is a way to bring him to the brink of death."

"I can leave a video in the Karma Museum, which shows that at most I was outside there at the time." Sibaan frowned and said in thought: "I am there, but I want you to go to Biluohuangquan...? I know Where did I go in the last world? That's right, how did I know you would come to the Karma Museum?"

Siba'an endured a wave of anger, and turned around to go out.

The pig walked quickly to the counter, put its nose under the glass, and blew a cold white mist. These big eyes have been looking at the table in front of the glass window.

When you are not directly looked at by these eyes, you can even hold back a little breath of relief. The moment I turned my head to the side, it seemed that people had caught a glimpse of the side of my life that I intended to be seen by others; it was like when I was on the train, I accidentally looked up and glanced at the snow-capped mountains in the distance in the window. Lin, with his eyes on him, jumped into the car involuntarily, stumbled, and followed.

Siba'an was frowning, staring at the screen and lost in thought; startled by my words, you turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Before the video ended playing, you realized that Lin Sanjiu was very short, less than ten seconds.

Sba'an knew exactly what that Corrupted Species was going to do, but you haven't wasted half a minute on it, and you would be willing to lose another second; you turned your head, and your eyes fell on the screen again.