Chapter 673

The corpse of deer leaf was eaten neatly.

Lin Sanjiu could recognize her at a glance precisely because the girl's head had not been passive and was still as intact as when she was born. Lying in a pool of dried blood, her sleeves and trouser legs were carefully rolled up. Originally, her limbs should have been exposed, but now only her four white bones were exposed.

The skin and flesh on her limbs were stripped clean; But the deer leaves are too thin. Even if they are all peeled off, I'm afraid they won't weigh much.

Lin Sanjiu slowly sat down beside the body. Until then, he found that the deer leaf had a small heart-shaped face. The little girl's eyelashes are short, and her skin is gray, like a layer of wall ash. Although there is no blood color, if you only look at her face, it seems that the little girl will still open her eyes at any time, jump up and run.

"Dead people will walk around," Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened his mouth gently. "This is what little Pipan told me."

Subtle footsteps came closer and stopped on the other side of the body. Deer leaf's face floated out of the darkness, lowered her head and looked at the corpse's face exactly like her own. She looked bleary and dazed, and reached out and gently touched the face of the body.

"Four or five years," said another bloodless "deer leaf" in a low voice, "I always thought that I would definitely find a way not to transmit... Because my mother used to say that I had a right idea and my brain turned fast. I forgot her appearance, but I couldn't forget this sentence. I always felt that one day I could defeat the end."

Her fingers gently stroked her other face and swam to her shoulders and arms. Bones rustled under her fingertips.

"I've been struggling for four or five years," deer leaf gently laughed. "It's all in vain. If I had known, I might as well have died at the beginning. At least I could die with my father, my mother and little bubble."

Lin Sanjiu hung his head and looked at the girl lying quietly on the ground without saying a word.

"Am I really dead?" "Deer leaf" suddenly asked again, with a floating voice. "If I die, how can I touch my own body?"

"Before you met us," Lin Sanjiu said softly, "the Supreme God also created a dozen 'I', each of whom has my memory and believes that she is really me. The only difference between me and you is that I was not dead at that time."

She looked stunned, as if she didn't listen, and seemed at a loss.

Lin Sanjiu silently stretched out his hand and pulled out the matchbox in the hand of "deer leaf". The girl was still numb, and seemed not to be aware of her movements at all; With a "Cha" sound, the faint light of fire jumped up from the stick, and brightly lit up a small piece of the night sky.

This time, the fire was close, and Lin Sanjiu finally saw the face of "deer leaf". On her jaw and cheek, there were inconspicuous corpse spots floating; The clothes worn by the two deer leaves are also different - the corpse on the ground is wearing a T-shirt with a fitting size, but the "deer leaves" in front of him is wearing a man's shirt that is obviously too wide, and he has to roll up his sleeves high.

Obviously, this was once the body of a male evolutor, which was casually "rewritten" into the shape of deer leaves.

Why not just let her own body get up and open her mouth?

Because the legs of deer leaf have long become white bones.

When Lin Sanjiu's finger was burned by a match, she shook her hand, and the fire went out, and the quiet darkness enveloped them again. The broken palm bone was just fixed with a bandage all the time. With such a swing, it immediately felt like being hit by a hammer - just as she held back a breath, "deer leaf" opened faintly: "he... Why did he let me stand up again and wander around?"

Lin Sanjiu can't answer this question.

"Deer leaf" raised his arm, looked at the dry wound on his arm, and said with a strong smile to Lin Sanjiu: "you see, this body has also been eaten, without bleeding, I think it is also a dead body. I... should not grow up again?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't know how to answer.

She couldn't even sigh. She could only put her intact hand on the shoulder of the deer leaf corpse and asked softly, "what world is your hometown?"

The girl, whose form was blurred in the shadow, bowed her head and said: "... Bamboo forest."

"I'll take this with me." Lin Sanjiu motioned to the body and said softly, "if I have a chance, I'll take your body back to Zhuzilin and take it home."

The girl curled up like a dying animal and nodded.

With a change of heart, deer leaf's body disappeared under her hands and became a hard card. Lin Sanjiu put it into his card library and was about to ask the other party how he died. Unexpectedly, "deer leaf" suddenly stood up.

"What are you doing here?" The girl asked warily, "I tell you, I don't know what's wrong with you and that naked change + state, and I don't want to be involved - I still have two months to transmit! I'm gone, and you've implicated me a lot, so I'm going to find out!"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned, but he didn't react for a moment; When she jumped up with her, "deer leaf" had already flashed and ran behind the screen. She just wanted to shout, but before the sentence "you are dead" slipped out of her mouth, she just swallowed it back.

She listened to the thumping footsteps of "deer leaf" and disappeared into the night. She only felt that her throat was blocked by something - what happened after she met "deer leaf" could not leave any memory in the brain of the corpse. The girl's mind obviously returned to the psychological state before the two met, probably before deer leaf died.

Like... Like a disc.

The death of deer leaf seems to determine the end of the disc capacity; The contents of this disc, no matter which other disc is copied to, are only the memory of deer leaf itself for just 15 years. What happened after her death will be cleared away in a short time because she has nowhere to settle - including the memory of "I'm dead".

Deer leaf didn't know that he was dead at all. He still kept looking for the exit in this piece of furniture cemetery, and kept looking for it, and he would never find it.

"Zhuzilin," Lin Sanjiu wiped his face, and finally glanced at the direction where the corpse that thought he was a girl deer leaf disappeared. "Bamboo forest..." she murmured, taking her eyes back and looking at the large pieces of furniture behind the screen.

"Deer leaf" said that polva's body was in the direction of the screen.

It should have been seen by Lu Ye before he died. If she saw polva's body, took a direction from the body and walked all the way down, and finally somehow lost her life in the screen, this inference is more in line with a person's behavioral logic. In other words, she now has to go back against the direction of deer leaf at that time to find polva by herself.

Finally I lost my life at the screen somehow

Lin Sanjiu thought of this, and suddenly he couldn't help fighting a cold war. She looked around, but whether it was the screen or the surrounding furniture of various shapes, they were still motionless in silence. She couldn't see anything different except the dark black blood on the concrete floor.

Finally I lost my life at the screen somehow

Lin Sanjiu is standing here on the screen now. Furniture is everywhere behind the screen. She has to carefully check whether deer leaves left any traces when they came, and where they came from. She can't go for a while and a half; Thinking of this, a cold sweat sprang up on her back. She hurried forward a few steps and leaned her body against a big wardrobe.

After listening quietly for a while, there was no sound around. The furniture seemed to hold their breath.

She took a few low breaths, took out the matchbox again and shook it. There were less than ten left in it. She not only had to save some money, but also had to use it very carefully - when lighting a match in the darkness, the weak fire light could only illuminate a small space; Outside this dim and bright space, it will be darker than before, like a deep black that can engulf consciousness.

Holding a match, Lin Sanjiu's eyes quickly turned around the furniture that was dyed faint yellow beside him.

The light of the fire is dim and dim, and it seems as unreliable as going out at any time; Lin San looked absently for a few times. His mind was filled with so many problems that he even felt his ears buzzing. But she was lucky. Under such circumstances, she still found a small footprint, just stepping on a light cloth sofa, clearly indicating the direction when deer leaves came.

She blew out the match before it was hot, tore off a sofa cloth cover, wrapped the stick and placed it on the concrete floor in the center. After leaving this mark, Lin Sanjiu stepped on the huge sofa with one foot - the cushion of the sofa was very soft, and her feet immediately sank deeply into the sofa, all the way across her calf.

Then her feet couldn't be pulled out.

One hand gripped her ankle.