Chapter 680

Maybe Lin Sanjiu accidentally made a sound in his excitement, and the dark figure in front suddenly stopped chewing and raised a round head.

"Who?"

The little preserved egg's teeth were wet, and his enunciation was still mixed with the liquid in his mouth. He climbed up on his matchstick like limbs, with a pair of protruding white eyes shining with a faint edge of light in the dark. He sniffed and immediately identified the location of Lin Sanjiu and turned his head behind the cabinet where she was.

"Sister, it's you," said the little preserved egg gently, "I can smell your smell."

With his mouth open, the shadow of a small piece of broken meat slipped out of his mouth; He quickly caught it and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Smell it?

Lin Sanjiu just crossed the idea, and saw that his huge eyes had been close, stopped in the black crack between the cabinets, was facing her four eyes, and stared at her silently for a few seconds.

When she was wondering, the dark figure suddenly stretched his hand into the gap between the cabinets - seeing a withered finger coming towards her, her scalp was numb, and she immediately called out the [Special anesthesia gun for pawns], and the palm on the top of the hand released a shot.

Her counterattack was unexpectedly smooth; Accompanied by a slight metal impact, the little preserved egg only made a half whimper, and then "Gudong" fell down, and Lin Sanjiu gasped for breath.

This gun comes from the garden of Eden, and the amount of anesthetic it contains has no mercy on the target. It may be enough to put down an elephant; Whether the little preserved egg is a "replica" or a walking corpse, it can just block his neural response with anesthetics.

The shadow that fell to the ground seemed to be still slightly fluctuating, so small that people could hardly perceive it.

Until she withdrew her eyes, Teacher Yi asked aloud, "what is that?"

"I don't know." Lin Sanjiu wiped the sweat on his forehead. Just listening to this familiar voice, even his spirit relaxed a lot. She hurriedly explained a few words, squeezed through the furniture and asked, "how is my consciousness? Is it enough to seal my hearing?"

"Enough is enough," Teacher Yi seemed to read her memory just now, and mastered the situation quickly: "but your consciousness has not recovered much, only enough to do one thing. Do you want to use it as your senses, or do you want to use it to imitate?"

Lin Sanjiu's spirit was refreshed, and then he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

It's needless to say?

She couldn't figure out what had happened to her companions, especially the life and death of the puppet master, which had been hanging like a dark cloud over her head. She must rely on Ji Shanqing's mind.

With a long sigh, she saw that the shadow of the little preserved egg had been left behind, so she sat down in the narrow space in front of a bedside table, stuffed the paper ball again, and then lowered her eyes. After the gift bag disappeared, this was the first time Lin Sanjiu recalled him in his mind.

They used to lie under the stars and wait for the dawn. They also squatted on the roadside and ate the same pot of hot soup together. Lin Sanjiu used to card half a bookstore for him. Sometimes the gift bag would lean on her shoulder, tilt his head, and turn the pages lazily holding a book. Occasionally, when he turned to an interesting paragraph, he read one to her, with a voice as clear as a stream paved with pebbles; When the wind blew, his fine hair and the smell of clean soap rushed into Lin Sanjiu's nose.

It's hard to imagine that in those moments of snuggling up to each other, the gift bag should always maintain a lie to her.

"Don't think it's useless," Teacher Yi couldn't help interrupting. "Imitate his ideas and put his character and way of thinking into your mind... You know what to do, don't just remember."

Lin Sanjiu breathed out and nodded, "OK, I'll do it again."

However, when she closed her eyes, the voice of the gift bag was clear in her ear out of her control.

"Sister,"

Ji Shanqing sat on the edge of the roof of a building, his black hair blowing in the wind under the blue sky. He rolled up the book, put it on his chin, bowed his head and smiled at her, "what if one day we suddenly separated?"

She forgot what she answered at that time, probably nothing more than some words like "try not to separate".

"In the doomsday world, how can such things be said accurately?" Ji Shanqing seems not satisfied with her answer.

"What do you say?" Lin Sanjiu also laughed and stretched out his arms behind him to prevent him from accidentally falling.

"I don't know." Occasionally, he pursed his lips slightly, looking like a bright red flower falling on a piece of white jade. "If there is an 'anchor', just fix one of us. Then the other person will know where to look."

Lin Sanjiu was dumbfounded at that time.

It is probably the dream of every evolutionist to stop reincarnation and wandering——

"Classmate Lin!" Teacher Yi's voice suddenly cut off her thoughts sharply, and Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes. "Didn't I say that memory can't make you start mimicry. You don't have much time, so don't think about it."

"Somehow, I just can't control it." Lin Sanjiu was also a little annoyed. She didn't expect that she could not start [consciousness mimicry] when she was old. After taking a few deep breaths, she didn't forget to scan around before the third attempt to make sure that there was no gap between her place and any furniture.

Just as her eyes just turned, she suddenly rowed back and stopped on a wardrobe. Even in the dim night, the huge mark carved on the wardrobe door still faintly revealed a faint edge - that was the mark she left.

This is the wardrobe where the so-called "dead Puppet Master" walked in.

"What's the matter?" Teacher Yi asked in his mind.

"Nothing," Lin Sanjiu's eyes seemed to be stuck by the wardrobe, and finally took it back. She lowered her head. "I'll try again."

The words fell, and she lowered her eyelids. However, after two seconds, Lin Sanjiu found that he unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the wardrobe.

Why are you always looking at the wardrobe? She questioned herself. Little preserved egg is not even a living person. How can he be serious if he tricked Lin Sanjiu into the wardrobe?

In this way, Lin Sanjiu always felt that there was an idea stirring in the depths of his mind; This feeling is very uncomfortable, as if there was a pebble in the shoe, but it can't be found.

In the description of the little preserved egg, the Puppeteer with his head hanging and feet scratching the ground... Walked into the wardrobe... The head of the white fat man... The Dolls... The dolls layer by layer, which can be taken off and worn

The ability never started, and Teacher Yi's voice sounded a little desperate: "I said, what the hell are you doing today?"

"I know!"

Lin Sanjiu suddenly shouted, which stirred up countless ripples in the night. As soon as the words came out, she found that she was not only talking with Teacher Yi in her mind, but even shouting loudly; She quickly shut up and said to the teacher in her heart, "although I didn't start mimicry, I suddenly realized!"

"Figured out what?"

Lin San jumped up and knocked the tea table beside him with a clatter. There is no need to imitate it into a gift bag at all, because it is too simple - like the word spelling game she played when she was a child, all the letters are actually in front of her, as long as they are arranged together in the correct order.

"I know what happened to the puppet master," excited, she even breathed a lot, "this thing is obvious - the puppet master is not dead, but the little pidan is also telling the truth! At least, at least the part about the puppet master should be the truth."

"It's really hard, I'd better read your watch directly," the teacher muttered dissatisfied. After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard her slowly and suddenly "ah" in her mind: "I see!"

Find out the alphabetic order, and you can spell a word; Find out the order of these seemingly messy situations at present, and you can restore the other side of things.

1. Before entering the furniture cemetery, bolva had already taken off several layers of "doll body".

2. After entering the furniture cemetery, bolva took off at least one layer of "doll body" - this is evidenced by a person's head.

3. Every time polva takes off a layer, it's a small circle.

4. The puppet master is half a head taller than Lin Sanjiu.

5. The puppet division was seriously injured and unconscious, which could only be carried by polva.

6. During the competition, Lin Sanjiu knew that when polva was going to put back his "dolly body", he had to find a place where no one could see. At that time, the soul queen also laughed at him for this.

"It turned out that he was too small at that time, so when he carried the puppet master into the wardrobe, he could only see the puppet master from a distance, but could not see polva. No wonder little pidan described the puppet master's action as weird, what hung his head and put his feet on the ground... Because he was not walking by himself at that time." Teacher Yi murmured, "who could have thought that the fact was so simple. If you found it earlier, you wouldn't have made such a big circle..."

"I can't find it without going around like this."

"What are you going to do now?"

Lin Sanjiu breathed and put his hand on the doorknob of the wardrobe. She gently opened the door of the wardrobe, and the darkness in the wardrobe, which seemed to devour everything, was waiting in it. According to little Pipan, they haven't come out of the wardrobe - she doesn't know whether it's believable; But apart from believing it for the time being, what else can she do?

She could already smell the peculiar slight mildew inside the old wooden wardrobe, which trapped her with the darkness.

"I'll go in and find them."