Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1924 The rainstorm caught

"But...how could it be?"

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and murmured: "If the dungeon wants to release the scene, I must be nearby. We have been running ahead, and the dungeons chasing us will not teleport... Besides, they almost This scene doesn't look like an open space."

The big witch's sensing ability is very accurate, and her actions are reliable. She is not sure, and she will not just grab a possibility and bring it up... unless what traps them is not the copy that was chasing them just now.

"While we were running, there was another copy waiting in front of us? We broke into his scene?" She said, looking at the puppeteer.

The puppeteer kept tilting his head, as if if he looked directly at Lin Sanjiu, something would happen to him. "What are you asking me for?" He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, still only willing to stare into the distance: "You have entered this biogas pond, don't you feel very at home?"

I understand a lot of words.

Lin Sanjiu pretended not to hear, and continued: "Another point is that the scenes released in the dungeon are all limited in size. For example, the killing hotel I was trapped in was very small, and I couldn't get out when I walked to the edge of the parking lot. Yes. But we walked so far just now, and we didn't touch the boundary of the scene, which means that either this is not a scene, or the scene is quite large—ah!"

The puppeteer seemed to have reached the limit of his patience and had to endure it a little longer. He closed his eyes and asked slowly, "...is the gutter in your brain connected?"

Lin Sanjiu froze for a few seconds, glanced at him, and smiled wryly. "If we really entered the dungeon scene, if my guess is correct... the dungeon that traps us is probably our old acquaintance."

She could only think of one dungeon with the ability to imitate and a large scene area.

"The Great Palace of Bewilderment," she whispered, "I can think of no other answer than that."

This also explains why the pursuers suddenly disappeared: one is that the Great Palace of Confusion may have surrounded them with the imitation environment, and they simply cannot see the outside world; the other may be that those few are bent on turning them into Dungeons of dungeons, once they see them, they will be dealt with by other dungeons immediately, and perhaps they will withdraw their troops.

This is really difficult... She was trapped once herself, and she knew that there was no way for the two of them to break free from the restraint of the dungeon scene.

It was obvious that there was still an endless land around her, but Lin Sanjiu felt a little out of breath.

"Unless another copy is willing to attack it for us..." She bit her nails and said anxiously: "But there is no conflict between copies, it is almost the first rule in this space. Besides, who would fight for two?" A personal start?"

As long as she thinks that human beings have been trapped for a long time, she will be slowly "digested" by the copy, and her heart will sink into the ground.Maybe it's better not to talk about it, there is no reason to ask the puppeteer to worry and worry with her...

Thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu glanced at him again and couldn't help being startled.

The puppeteer was calmly arranging the feathers on her body, and it seemed that she couldn't be farther away from the words "worried and worried" - but that's not why she was stunned.

The distant memory of the extremely hot hell pier suddenly rushed through her body like a torrent.

When I saw him for the first time in my life, she was hiding in the container and mixed in the crowd, while he was standing far away on the high platform of the pier, looking at a large group of evolutionaries below, with such a smile, half a smile, half anger An angry look - with a bit of boring boredom, but also a bit of joy when he was about to inflict torture.

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth and closed it again.

Is he going to do it again this time?But the surrounding area is empty, who else is the target besides her?
"Do you know how those copies made me start copying?" The puppeteer lowered his eyelids, the purple blood red luster was like a pool of rich and colorful dye, and the black eyelashes floated on it like a small boat. "Of course you don't know, you patronized to deodorize your sewer outlet."

Is this annoying her for talking too much?How did she know that if she asked the puppeteer, he would answer?Lin Sanjiu thought rather unfairly.

"Wh, how did you start copying?" The heroic spirit turned around in his internal organs, and he became very cooperative and honest when he spoke.

"Oh, you are very self-motivated." When the puppeteer's hand slipped from the black leather, an all-black feather cloak suddenly appeared, which he gently held in his hand, swaying back and forth above the ground with. "When the ape sees people operating the computer, it must be similar to your current state."

Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up after being scolded. "That's right, your storage item is on your body! In this way, it is convenient for you to take special items—"

The puppeteer gave her a cold look, raised his hand, and the cloak cast a black cloud in the air, covering him tightly.

"What kind of item is this?" Lin Sanjiu looked at the cloak carefully and asked.

"My raincoat." The puppeteer replied with a half smile.

I don't know if he made a special item, but with his height, this feathered cloak with a hood almost hangs down to his feet.Half of the puppeteer's pale face floated in a mass of crow black, only a strand of wet hair stuck to his cheek, splitting the dead air, revealing a deeper gloom.

It would be great if he could run a few more steps, Lin Sanjiu asked while thinking, "What's the use?"

"Cover the rain."

Why shelter from the rain?Also, since you can take out special items, why didn't you just take out one to save lives?
The first question is fine, but the second question is not easy for her to ask.Just when Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth, the puppeteer suddenly said slowly from under the crow's black feathers: "This prop in my hand... only holds my clothes."

What do you mean?
"Isn't it a special item?" Lin Sanjiu was taken aback, "But you don't need rain now—"

Before she could say the word "clothes", all her senses were shattered by the heavy rain curtain that came crashing down.

The heart-pounding rainstorm that prevented the puppeteer from taking shape once again roared and raged between the heavens and the earth. There was not even a transition between the last moment and the next moment; it was like a doomsday flood that washed over the world. The torrential rain tightly covered her nose and mouth, pressed her eyes, and grabbed her heart.

Under the sudden rain, Lin Sanjiu could barely tell whether she was standing or falling; all the clues stirred together, only her shock became more vivid and intense.In the rain, she shouted loudly: "You—could you—can become a copy of yourself?"

"I know how I started copying," the puppeteer's dark and flat voice seemed unaffected by the rainstorm at first. "And the big witch helped me remember this process."

What's the meaning?Can the big witch help him restart the process?
Could it be her sentence just now, "We can only go out if there is an impact from the dungeon", which made the puppeteer...

Lin Sanjiu couldn't even stand still, so many questions whizzed through her mind, but what she yelled was just a group of fragments: "But——are you planning to use yourself——no, how do you know this? Once you won't-"

She couldn't even hear her own voice clearly, the rumble of the heavy rain hitting the ground was heavier than before; this time the puppeteer probably didn't hear it, Lin Sanjiu groped in the rain and shouted again Several times, nothing came.

When her fingertips discerned a piece of blackness that was rapidly melting, she heard the puppeteer's answer clearly.

Very light, like a puff of smoke that hasn't been dispersed by the rain curtain.

"Don't tell me why you didn't let go or leave, I don't want to know."

Even in the rain, Lin Sanjiu seemed to be able to feel that his presence seemed to be getting weaker and more diffuse with the falling rainstorm.

"I need what you do," the puppeteer's voice passed through the rain curtain, colder than rain and leather, rippling and flickering due to the heavy rain, draining the temperature.

"Just grab me one more time."

　I have been tormented by this chapter for a long time. When I finished writing, I felt that there was so much content, at least 2500 words. Looking at it again, the total number of words is [-]... okay.

Speaking of which, the puppeteer is really the one with the most ink and ink among the supporting roles, and the others have to work harder...

　
(End of this chapter)