Doomsday Wonderland

This is anti-theft, the progress of the main text is actually not bad, but today is too hot, I am already discouraged into a human leather case, I can't guarantee that I will not die for a while...

One, two, three, four... four people, no more, no less, are all deities.

Finally reached the last step.

Lin Sanjiu withdrew his gaze, let out a long breath, slid down the car wall, sat on the ground and watched the elevator doors begin to close. The uneven elevator doors on both sides rattled, gradually reducing the **** and red scene outside into a narrowing gap until it could no longer be seen.

For a moment, the elevator was silent, only the low sound of the machine running. Neither Bohemia nor the former guard dared to speak, and of course the puppeteer would not take the initiative to chat; Lin Sanjiu thought for a while alone, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

"When I was alone in the stairway, one of your light fish swam back, and when I rushed back to the hall, the light fish swam back again. If it wasn't for it, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find you so quickly." She said to Bohemia asked, "What happened to the fish?"

Bohemia was taken aback when she heard the words, and subconsciously glanced at the former guard. The latter shrugged his shoulders and smiled, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"I didn't expect you to be useful." Before answering Lin Sanjiu, she sincerely praised the former guard, and then turned her head: "At that time, I found that the handrail of the stairs came to the end, and I felt that the stairs should also come to the end soon. He told me that he hoped that I could put a light fish back and swim the back stairs quickly... I asked me why, and I said, if no one followed in front, maybe we would think that When I was discovered, I would stop and look at the situation, which was regarded as a deterrent to potential threats. Oh, by the way, you are not surprised that he is talking at this time, because he always has nothing to say. "

... Between the two of you, who is the one who always has nothing to say?

Simia glanced at Bolin Sanjiu, and the former continued to say without any notice: "I thought, the big guy's proposal would actually help him. Does he know that you were too willing at this time, because You—oh, he remembered that you said that your fish are limited to use, right? After arriving in the small hall, the light stored outside the two fish is used up, only two fish are left for lighting, and one more is Is it darker?"

In that discussion about your consciousness, Simia only listened to half of it absentmindedly, and the remaining half was blown away like the wind in his ears. You find yourself glancing at the next guard—you've been paying attention to me since before the guard warned you, but I've always been honest, and I didn't do anything I was supposed to do, and even helped We do it a few times.

With his back turned to your puppeteer, he spoke in a low voice.

The "rope" of consciousness that was supposed to be holding the door tightly all the time, before the length was increased and the owner turned back for a certain distance, it would loosen because it was too long. Because the distance between eight people has been increased, the length of the slack is no more than ten meters; What a shock—that commentary was twitching in your heart, but you looked around and found that the only post-guard who could not be your audience was staring at my own pendant, and it seemed that he had no idea about your theory either. interest.

"Ah!" Simia's mind brightened, and she cried out.

"Yes! Besides that, what else did you say?"

However, at that moment, you suddenly and weakly felt Wei Xing's feeling: that person's mental state may be really too right.

"At this moment... did he think of taking out the lamp?" Mo Shaoshi raised his head and asked.

This woman is so skinny that people feel panicked when they look at it. Sometimes I press my back against the wall, cover my body with an illusion, and walk up sideways from Paulin Sanjiu... Yes, I have to go through people. By the side of the puppeteer. Thinking of that, Simia felt that he had hit a dead end again. Even if my ability is undetectable, this skinny woman has the ability to be discovered without walking past the puppeteer. It's one thing to hide outside the corner of the elevator, but it's quite another to walk past me.

...You just believe what you think is coming out.

"The little witch said," the puppeteer said leisurely, "his consciousness is as sensitive as hemp rope."

Now it is basically impossible to rely on the puppeteer to deliver the message; Simia simply replayed the whole process of pinching the line of consciousness. Speaking of it, everything will be clear: every time you go down a step, you will increase the narrowness and length of the "line" of consciousness, until the consciousness has not grown enough to grow, you will add more. The seventh consciousness. You are always cautious enough, even before Pauline Three Wines found the body and the whole team stopped, when you squeezed to the back of the team, you still forgot to keep pulling the line—

"It's possible." Bolin Sanjiu stood in front of you for a while, and his courage recovered a bit: "You walk at the end, always afraid that something is hidden behind you, so you have always been very careful .”

"When you squeezed to the back of the line, you lengthened your consciousness accordingly. When you returned to the end of the line after checking the corpse, did you increase the length of your consciousness? For example, Surely it was a loop of rope that you put down as you walked, so at that point it was hanging up because it was too long..."

Simia could almost complete that conversation automatically. You held back your breath and asked, "What did the little wizard say?"

"There are only two left?" Simia thought for a while, but suddenly he didn't understand. "It doesn't mean that the light is getting darker and darker on the way from the stairs to the small hall?"

Bolin Sanjiu's expression was as bad as if someone had suddenly hollowed out his core.

After two seconds, the puppeteer let out a "huh".

"Oh...huh?"

"You understand," Bolin Sanjiu waved his hand and interrupted you: "You know more about consciousness than he does, and he's using an analogy!"

"The toilet is clear." The puppeteer commented.

You don't seem to understand where this skinny woman got her idea from—that is, even if this person's mind is on the verge of insanity, his brain is slow enough, just acting on the spot and improvising, almost Tell our group to fall back. You looked at the puppeteer, and sighed: "...does he feel that the back of his eyes are all white as soon as he retreats from the small hall?"

The puppeteer's irritability at this moment could turn into substance and drown us—the bad thing is that I turned my head away immediately, as if I was afraid that if I looked at you for a long time, my eyes would bleed.

The former guard raised his head, with a suppressed smile on his face: "You can finally go out!" Mo Shaoshi rubbed his temples, but he still couldn't clearly reproduce this scene in his mind: With you here, the two of them were panting with hatred in front of the puppet master. When they found that the small hall was empty, instead of killing us, we would also think of talking to the puppet master, "Oh Oh, there's no light there at last" and other gossip.

"Call him stupid."

It must be the puppet's job to hold the lamp, so the lamp should be under the puppet's body... It's strange that I saw the light fish getting darker and darker along the way, so I didn't take out the lighting props. Simia stood up, dragged Pomersaus in front of her, and shook her head: "That's fine."

If there was a mistake in that move, what would this thin woman do in her last move?

Gu Shi lowered me, Simia slapped his forehead, and sighed to Pommershaw: "So that's it!"

Simia choked on me, and when I found something to say, I suddenly smiled: "...It's probably the job of a puppet to hold a lamp. Since he is so rich and lacks wisdom and insight, last time you asked that man to give it to you. Hold up the lamp."

"Who told you to use your consciousness like a brick?" Bolin Sanjiu also knew whether he was echoing or explaining, "When the hardness goes down, the sensitivity goes up."

"The little witch said he was stupid." The puppeteer, who had been looking at the elevator arrow, suddenly turned around and said.

"Why?" The former was a little interested: "Sure enough, it's because of him, right?"

When the elevator was slowly descending, there was not even a single number on the screen, only a downward arrow constantly refreshing. After staying silent for a while, Simia tried to make the atmosphere a little more tense, and said, "Speaking of which, you don't think it makes sense, why do you feel that the door has been pushed open...Could it be that I'm already outside the stairway? "

All the way down, the light fish became darker and darker, until suddenly it was completely white when I retreated into the small hall. It was really hard to think that the problem was actually in my eyes. Thinking about it, the scene where the puppeteer asks "Has he run out of light fish?" is even more strange.

The bad thing about Simia is that he suddenly figured out the difficulty, but he was able to finish the sentence, so he didn't have something to say.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator stopped.

Bolin Sanjiu and the former guard all had amazed expressions, but no one dared to say "Oh!".

The puppeteer was very ironic that time: "Surprisingly, he can think of turning on the light when there is no light. How long did he think about it before he didn't have such an epiphany?"

"...He found out a step too late." I seemed to be talking to the little wizard in my mind, but I said out loudly: "How long will it be a complete book of stupid talk."