Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1905
Ever since Lin Sanjiu fell, she has seen many dungeons with different appearances, but this is the first time she has seen such a shabby one.

The Killing Hotel said that those who exist in this space are all the "incarnations" and "characters" of the dungeon, which means that the nature of the dungeon has been condensed and refined to form a human form—maybe he didn't expect that when a dungeon What will it look like when there is nothing to mention or refine in the dungeon.

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head, looked at the broken thread on the ground outside the parking lot that was dyed khaki by the sand, and couldn't say anything for a while.

It was wrapped in a thick layer of dust, and half of it was buried in the sand, as if someone had pulled it from the clothes. It was as inconspicuous as it could have been. If she hadn't been staring at it carefully just now, it wouldn't even have been noticed. You will realize that there is an extra thread here.

"Meet an old acquaintance in a foreign land?" She hesitated and asked again, "Is...is it you?"

The end of the thread does not move, and the end of the thread naturally cannot speak.

Every time Lin Sanjiu asked more questions, he felt that he sounded more stupid.

"Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country" looks like a circle of crooked and crude lines, and it feels that the body has little weight. The "role" formed by it should not only be lighter, so light that the Killing Hotel can't feel it. , how can the appearance be so complicated?

It should be the virtue in front of me.

It's a pity that she couldn't perceive the weight of the copy. She just remembered that there were no threads on the ground just now, so she asked tentatively. Now that she thought about it, she was probably squatting on the ground talking to a piece of garbage.

Lin Sanjiu was almost desperate, stretched out his arm and asked, "Are you a dungeon? Are you a dungeon? The one on my arm is—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the thread that was half buried in the soil suddenly arched slightly upwards.

...as if reacting to her arm.

"There was no wind just now!" Lin Sanjiu was excited, "You really are 'meet an old friend in a foreign land'!"

The end of the thread bent a bit, and an extra body was pulled out from the sand, and now it was a longer thread; but for Lin Sanjiu, it had no meaning at all.

Don't look at the Killing Hotel's plan for her has changed, but what she said before is not a lie.The non-humanoid copy couldn't communicate with words, and she couldn't use the communication channel of the copy. For a while, everyone stared blankly, not knowing what to do.

Lin Sanjiu tentatively said, "Well, let me ask you a question. If the answer is yes, then move a little bit. If the answer is no, don't move."

The end of the thread pulls itself out of the soil a little more, as if agreeing—it looks like a small palm-sized "old friend from a foreign country" will soon be formed.

"As soon as I fell, you felt my presence, didn't you?"

The thread moved.

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and said, "Could it be...you've been approaching me all this time?"

Her reasoning was in good shape today, and the thread moved again.

An old friend from another country doesn't even have legs, so he can only walk like an earthworm. It took so long to catch up, which is really embarrassing.It's just the following doubts, but it's not easy to confirm with "yes" or "no". For example, why did an old friend from another country come to her?

Why did the other dungeons mistook Lin Sanjiu for Lin Sanjiu even though he was clearly in this space?
Such a shabby dungeon, logically speaking, should be rare.

Other things can be ignored for the time being, the most important question is - "Can you rescue me?"

Lin Sanjiu waited for a long time, but the thread still didn't move.

If you can't save her, what are you doing here?Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country doesn't look like he can catch her and get a share of the pie.

"Wait," she suddenly thought of a question, "Are you unwilling?"

The thread didn't move.

"You can't do it?"

A waist sank in the middle of the coil—because a little bit was pressed by sand, the shape was just like a heart.

"The bad news doesn't need to be so enthusiastic," Lin Sanjiu sighed. "Then why are you here?"

She knew that the other party couldn't answer, but an old acquaintance from another country couldn't save her anyway, so it didn't matter if she answered or not, so she just said it out of her mouth and poured out all the questions in her heart.Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country seems to be a little confused by so many questions, twisting and bending a few times from time to time, not knowing what it means.

As he talked, Lin Sanjiu's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped talking.

She sat cross-legged on the edge of the parking lot, the ground outside was only an arm's reach away from her, but she couldn't reach out.

"I originally thought that you have been quietly following me and the Killing Hotel because you have a way to be a squirrel... I thought that as long as I split their two copies, I would be able to create a chance for you."

She leaned on her chin, bent over in frustration.It’s good now, not only can’t get out, but the puppeteer may also be involved—in this space, no matter how powerful the puppet master is, it’s meaningless, and it’s not worth the dungeon. .

"Since you can't do anything, why do you still come to me? To catch me?"

The thread ends lay very smoothly in the soil.

"To watch the fun?"

Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land is like a piece of garbage that accepts its fate, motionless.

"Or, I'm also your old acquaintance, and you came to see the old acquaintance?" Lin Sanjiu smiled, although there was not much smile——the next second, her eyes widened.

The end of the thread raised its head in the air, then fell down again.

... Co-authoring "Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land" will also be influenced by himself, and will be attracted to the "old friend"?
She stared at the thread a few times.It's okay if you don't understand it, but after you figure it out, you feel that this guy is just a waste.

How can there be a dungeon that can't escape his influence?Isn't this the same as the Yuhu Park drowning in its own lake?

"Then let's go," she sighed one after another, "I don't know when those two dungeons will come back... Although you are still a dungeon, it is reasonable to say that there should be no danger, but who knows... No Needless to take unnecessary risks."

This time, the end of the thread paused for half a minute before finally hesitating a little, pulling itself narrow and long.

It may have worked very hard, but it is a coil itself, Lin Sanjiu can't see anything: "Breadstick? Oval? Zero? Oh, the thread is all pasted...is it one?"

When hearing "one", the old friend in another country hurriedly moved.

what?
Lin Sanjiu knew that it had something to say, but she was disappointed and frustrated at this moment, no matter what the old friend from another country had to say, she didn't think this thread was of any use.She stared blankly at "One" on the ground and said, "I don't know—"

Before the word "white" came out of her mouth, she suddenly felt something strange.

As if the water waves were blown away in one breath, from the heaven and earth that wrapped this space, the originally tightly closed surfaces were gently opened.She jumped up from the ground, for a moment she didn't know where this feeling came from, let alone in which direction to look; after Lin Sanjiu turned around several times, her gaze finally fell into the distance She was stunned.

She looked at the end of the thread, and then at the figure in the distance.

"The one you said...does it mean another old acquaintance?"

Both ends of the coil bend upward at the same time, like a smile.

　Speaking of which, I've never been more serious about taking pictures... I just don't take pictures much.

　
(End of this chapter)