Doomsday Wonderland

There is no better bait than the truth. After Lin Sanjiu got into the closet for a few minutes, my thoughts suddenly floated.

As the little preserved egg said, Polva and the puppet teacher have never come out of the closet; it is precisely because they know that they are still in the "channel", Lin San wine will come in willingly, groping in the darkness It took a while.

She sighed slightly and re-focused her attention on the sense of smell. Under the cover of the smell of mildew wood in the air, there is a trace of fresh blood stasis that is hard to detect.

This **** suffocation is the strongest in the closet, it should be left by the doll division.

"She also came in," in the silent darkness, some people whispered a whisper, and seemed to have avoided the meaning of Lin Sanjiu at all. Such a low-pitched conversation, giggling, and even an excitement of breathing, has been with her for a while, feeling like walking into a huge mousehouse, filled with sly uneasiness in the darkness. .

She turned halfway from the inside of the cramped wardrobe and entered this deep passage. When she just walked in, the things in the dark were not wasted for a second; but their faint, squeaky sounds, when they were passed into the ears of Lin San’s wine, there was only a little shadow left, because The teacher has already sealed most of her hearing.

I waited until those things finally gave up on this attempt, and Lin Sanji once again controlled his own hearing.

After knowing that there was something in the dark, she was relieved. The sense of unknownness that can bring fear has gradually weakened, and it has been replaced by mouse-like murmurs, footsteps that have never been ran from time to time, and occasional cold skin that has been wiped from her feet.

The sneak attack on Lin San Liquor is almost endless. She found a hollow iron rod from the card library that she didn't know when it was collected. She tapped the ground to explore the road and slowly walked forward. I don’t know how many times I called “Bolva!”, Lin San’s hand sank and suddenly felt that his iron rod was being held.

She simply did not move, waiting quietly.

If you don't pay attention, these attacks are really fatal; but with a little attention, these attacks become annoying. Lin Sanjiu felt that his fingers were trembled with the iron bars. It was obvious that something heavy was crawling up the stick. In a blink of an eye, the thing that had a tremor was about to touch her finger. Sharp.

[Protection field] It is slightly bright on the fingertips. Although it is not weak enough to illuminate the surrounding area, it is enough for her to suddenly reverse her hand and grab the disc-like thing. Lin San wine has a single hand and a steel-like The pressure immediately smashed the slippery soft stuff. Just listening to the "beep", the thing exploded a lot of debris into the air.

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes and endured the desire to raise his face and rub his face. He returned the mud that had been smashed back to the back of his head. Judging from the sound, she threw this precisely, just to the rear. A fluttering thing was blown away.

What exactly these things are, she can't say it; but Polva and Musin are the evolutionists who have experienced several worlds, and should not suffer from such a piecemeal attack.

"Bolva! Where are you?" Lin Sanjiu screamed again, his voice drifting away in the darkness. This piece of darkness was obviously bound by the shape of the exterior of the furniture; after a few words, she seemed to walk into a closet, and the space narrowed down at once, allowing her to walk sideways.

A little unspeakable sound, the iron rod poked a soft thing.

Lin Sanjiu stopped the steps, felt the airflow around him with pure touch, and then poked it again.

The sound of a hard object caught in the flesh, although weak, is very special.

Although the consciousness is still too small to be used, there is no other way at the moment.

She thought about it, a consciousness that flowed through her arms like a blood quickly, gathered at the tip of her finger, and suddenly leaped white light - unlike the uniform state of the protective cover, when the protective field 】 When the local breath is rushed to the strongest level, it will ignite unstable light, although only for a moment.

Polva's sullen face flashed in the slight white light, and she re-entered the darkness with the light.

Lin San wine stood up in the dark and smashed.

The face just now, she must look up at her height, thinking that at least the outermost layer of [Russian dolls]; Polva seems to have put the baby body back. But his pair of magnified pupils showed a grayish sign of no life in a flash of white light.

She trembled her fingers and hit a few times with the iron bar at the foot of Polva, but they all hit the closet. The doll is not here.

This body should be another layer of empty shells?

Lin San wine prayed in his heart, slowly reaching out and pushing Polva's body. Her fingers are still in the air, her heart is getting cold.

She did not push.

That body is heavy, it is indeed a person's weight. And the empty shell that Polva faded out is so light that it can be used on the sea as a ship - that is to say, that is -

The ultimate affordability of a person is limited.

Lin Sanjiu no longer cares about being under the watchful eyes of countless creatures, throwing away the iron bars and sliding softly to the floor along the closet; she squints and swells in her ears for a time. The sound of blood, almost nothing can be heard.

She couldn’t help but tremble, so that after nearly a second, she suddenly realized that she didn’t know when she touched a hand with five branches. Raised up, it seems that she is about to slap her shoulders with sympathy.

Lin San wine dipped in the darkness of the eyes filled with blood. Her cheetah turned and jumped up, grabbing a hollow iron rod; she couldn't see the "hand" at all, and the pure touch couldn't determine its exact position - but she didn't even think about it at this time.

In a blink of an eye, the iron rod has been intensively and quickly hit the wall like a raindrop; when her anger is irrational, the force that weighs more than a thousand pounds is like breaking the passage, hitting It’s like shaking your head and feet. There are several times, Lin San wine vaguely feels that something under his hand seems to be hit, but she has already killed her eyes, in a stack of sounds, still hit for nearly a minute before finally stopped.

That thing has long been a mud soup, and it slid down halfway through the wall, giving a "squeaky" sound. Some kind of liquid suddenly opened up, giving off a smoldering gas and wetting her sole. The unlucky one is not just the "hand" - she just furiously, I don't know how many things I have hit, and there is only a quiet scene nearby.

“What else?” Lin Sanjiu twisted his head. “Who killed Polva, they all came out!”

There is another embarrassment in the darkness.

"That one……"

Lin Sanjiu is a spirited person.

"You, are you really a small wine?" A sly, thin voice snarled and screamed around. "Actually, it’s a bit embarrassing, what, I am not dead."

Lin San wine slowly turned his head toward Polva's body.

Even if she is not a stupid person, she still can't understand the situation at hand.

For a while, it was not the sound of what was made, and it gradually became clear on Polva’s body.

She no longer wants to save her consciousness. As soon as she raises her hand, the light of the [protective field] jumps again. With the flash of glimmering light, her eyes fall on the body of Polva, and the vision is instantaneous. The ground is dark. But the scene just now was like it was printed on her retina: the corpse opened a gap between the waist, revealing a white fat face that is not as big as a fist - it is a small number of small Boer baby.

"I really don't know how to do it well," he said with a cry in his voice. "I can't do it with my personality. I walked a few steps and lost a set of dolls... You see that I have only left this size. I couldn’t go any longer, and I ran back to the first layer of the body to hide. I just stumbled in and heard someone calling me, really scary."

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth halfway.

Then why is the empty shell so heavy?

"I also put the dolls in by the way," Polva said in the direction of a thin, scratching scalp. "Hey, don't look at him thin, old."

After a pause, he didn't feel relieved: "That, are you really a little wine?"