Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu shook his head vigorously, but the fog in his mind still showed no sign of dissipating.

She couldn't contact Teacher Yi, and she still didn't know why she was standing here - where was she? Why is she standing here, stinking all over? What's behind them?

Among the countless confusions and confusions, the only reliable thing that she could hold on to was Sibaan beside her.

"I...I don't seem to remember what happened," she whispered to him - the blond man was gently placing a hand on her back, stopping her several attempts to turn back. : "What's going on now?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything." His voice was soft and intimate, sounding the same as before, which comforted her somewhat. "Now, take a deep breath."

Lin Sanjiu took a long breath - when she exhaled it again, she couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but ask: "Why did you stop them and not let them pass?"

At this time, in Sibaan's other hand, a half-moon-shaped silver light cut through the air like a long scythe, dyeing the dark space with an arc-shaped halo.

A group of people in different clothes were crowded together in front of the silver light, and a pair of dull eyes fell vacantly behind the two of them; it seemed that someone had already tried to break through this silver half-moon, and the first few people , arms were covered with long blood marks.

She could recognize that many of these people were members of the arsenal - but this made her even more confused.

"You will know soon," Siba'an stretched out his hand to smooth her short hair and whispered: "Don't look back, I will tell you the situation right away."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand and picked up something on the ground - Lin Sanjiu recognized it at a glance, it was her tape recorder. "Come, put it away," the blond man put the silent machine into her arms and told her again: "No matter what, don't look back."

Is there anything behind?

Lin Sanjiu glanced at him, put the recorder back on the card and put it away. She no longer remembers why she called out the tape recorder; as for when the painter with a blank look on his face and holding several rolls of canvas tightly came out, she has no memory at all.

Do you want to put away that figure special item too?

As soon as this idea came to mind, Sibaan waved to the painter. The guy didn't wait for Lin Sanjiu's instructions, and immediately trotted to him and handed one of the scrolls to Siba'an; the latter reached out to take it and held the scroll tightly.

While he was distracted, the people who were blocked outside the silver light immediately seized the opportunity and tried to rush out. They didn't want to run into the half-meter-wide silver light. Some lowered their waists, and some turned around. No one made a sound or showed any dazed expression. Only the heads and limbs were undulating in silence, looking like a picture of a hundred ghosts coming to life.

Sibaan flicked his wrist, and the half-moon-shaped silver light suddenly brightened up, streaking down from the mid-air like a Milky Way pouring down - as the silver light tilted slightly, the light it projected before touching anyone It had already scratched everyone's skin, and countless blood spots were splashed in the air.

"I know you are not afraid," Siba'an's voice echoed clearly in this dark cavity, "but if you are chopped into pieces by me, you will not be able to see the Queen Mother."

Mother Queen?

This name buzzed and echoed in Lin Sanjiu's mind, as if it was about to stir up some vague memories; but these two words alone were not enough, the fog slowly closed again, leaving a feeling of confusion.

Everyone was probably deeply afraid that they would not be able to "visit the Queen Mother", so they all stopped moving with scratches that were so deep that they could see the bones; they were still staring blankly behind the two of them, and no one even wanted to bandage their own wounds.

It would be great if she could turn around and walk back... Lin Sanjiu found that she also felt a desire unknowingly. This desire was so strong that she even felt that this was the greatest meaning in her life.

The instructions to "don't look back" became weaker and weaker. Just when she was about to lose control of her impulse, Siba'an suddenly turned to look at her - their eyes met, and she took a deep breath. He took a breath, clenched his fists, and finally his feet didn't move.

"Just give me a few minutes, and I guarantee you can all go there." For some reason, Sibaan's voice sounded slightly trembling, as if he had exhausted all his strength to spit out these words - just when Lin Sanjiu was confused At that time, he turned around and called her: "Come here for a moment."

It was more difficult than she imagined to control the direction of her footsteps. It was only about ten steps away, but when she stopped beside Sibaan, she gasped slightly: "What...what's wrong?"

"this,"

When she got closer, she realized that the other person's blond hair was wet hanging down his forehead, and his face was getting paler. Every word he said and every action he made seemed to be weighed down by a heavy weight. It's just as hard to get into the water - "Tie it on for everyone."

However, she saw nothing but his bloodless palm.

"What?"

"Wait," Siba'an took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands. Lin Sanjiu never remembered that she had seen Sibaan like this before, but the scene in front of her felt a little familiar to her. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably, shining like streamlines in the darkness.

As he took a sharp breath, he suddenly grabbed her hand and stuffed something into it. Lin Sanjiu looked down and found that it was something that looked like a black watch strap but was two or three times wider. ——The only difference from the watch is that it is connected to four small black squares, and the plastic-like texture feels smooth to the touch.

"What's this?"

"Don't ask," Siba'an closed his eyes and breathed heavily: "Tie it to the first person."

Lin Sanjiu did as she was told. Her trust in Sibaan even surprised herself.

When she approached the first man, her heart couldn't help but tighten. The lower half of this man's face was like a leather bag, hanging loosely and empty; she endured the tumbling of her stomach and tied the black belt around his neck, just long enough for her to buckle it. Buttonholes.

"Go over there," Siba'an gestured backwards, his face astonishingly pale. These three short words were like rough sandpaper scratching his throat, sounding extremely dry.

When the man walked back staggeringly like half of his face, he tremblingly put the second black belt into Lin Sanjiu's hand.

The second person looked much more normal and she quickly fastened the belt.

"What did I tie on?"

"Tracker," Siba'an whispered hoarsely while stuffing a bunch of things into her arms: "Quick, don't hesitate!"

He took out at least eight or nine straps in one go - whether it was because Lin Sanjiu's fingers were trembling or because the ground was shaking so hard; she buckled it several times before finally tying the third strap. Sure enough, there was no sound for a while, and the shock gradually weakened. She glanced sideways at Sibaan, and realized that he had just opened the scroll in his hand, and the corners of the paper were rustling in the air. Sound.

"Keep tying them," he said without looking up, probably trying to concentrate. "For about half a minute, I might not be able to speak."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the scroll and saw that the back of the painting seemed to be vaguely covered with English writing; she looked away, took a steady breath, and tied another belt around the fourth person's neck.

This was a big kid who was so young that he seemed to be luminous. He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. After Lin Sanjiu tied a black belt on him, he rushed out from her quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A woman in a long silk dress used up the last of her black straps. Lin Sanjiu didn't know why, but she always felt that she looked very familiar; her eyes followed her and slowly came to Siba'an - the woman in the silk dress stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him gently on the cheek. He walked towards the container. Her back was straight and elegant, as if she was about to perform on stage.

Siba'an obviously didn't react - he frowned, and before he had time to look back at the woman, his eyes quickly turned back to the scroll in his hand that was full of writing.

"You are here," a familiar voice brought Lin Sanjiu back to her senses; she turned her head and saw Yu Yuan's face covered with tattoos. UU Reading www. uukanshu． net "I'm going over, I think I should tell you. Is it okay?" He looked at Siba'an and asked her.

Lin Sanjiu looked around and realized that when Sibaan was distracted for a moment, the crowd that was originally crowded here took the opportunity to bypass the container and disappeared behind it. Except for Yu Yuan, the rest of the scattered people were all wearing the uniforms of the arsenal. It seemed that Sibaan's identity was the reason why he did not leave for the time being.

Sibaan was still staring at the picture and heard nothing.

"I'm leaving, why don't you come with me?" Yu Yuan asked softly.

Should he be allowed to pass?

Lin Sanjiu had just raised this question when a white light suddenly shone before his eyes; a series of deafening explosions behind him set off waves of strong air currents in the earth, and immediately knocked several people to the ground—— The ground rumbled and shook violently, and even the heavy containers rattled.

She and Yu Yuan were knocked to the ground by the airflow, and their hearts were cold. They had long forgotten the lesson of "no turning back"; however, she had just turned half of her neck when Siba'an's shadow suddenly shot towards the other side. The man rushed forward: "Don't move! Lie on the ground!"

"What, what's going on?" she asked tremblingly - her voice was almost inaudible amidst the reverberations of the explosion. "What on earth did you ask me to tie on?"

In the darkness, she heard Sibaan whisper a few words: "Get the tape recorder."

Is there anything on the tape recorder?

Lin Sanjiu called out the machine, feeling countless earth and rocks falling in clusters from above her head, and hurriedly protected it with her body. After pressing the play button, she soon heard her own voice.

"Human bomb?" Her voice was the same as Sibaan's just now, cold but trembling. "I...I agree. Let me do it."