Chapter 843

With a sound of "burp", as circles of things tightly wrapped her chest and abdomen, a stream of air rushed up her chest, and finally rushed out of Lin Sanjiu's windpipe, forming a burp. She heard Teacher Yi's very untimely "Pooh Pooh" smile, and then felt that her strength that had just been losing gradually stopped.

She looked down in the dim light, and saw that half of her torso was wrapped in white, and the blood flowed a little and then stopped. The round gauze bandage roll shrank by more than half in the blink of an eye, and it was slightly undulating in her hand. It seemed that she was out of breath because of that just now——

"Xiaosha," long er shouted across a grass, his voice slightly trembling: "that, that, is Xiaosha still there?"

Does "little yarn" mean this roll of gauze? It's really a careless and lovely name

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the bandage roll that was wheezing in his hand, and didn't know whether he should cut it off from his body. This guy even has a name, and he will be so tired that he will gasp. If he doesn't cut it all, he will scream

"Great, one more thing." Long er also saw the bandage in her hand, and the sense of pessimism on her face eased with a sigh of relief: "come on, give it back to me! It will fall off by itself."

As if hearing his words, the gauze rolled back and pulled slightly, and the bandage was "broken" from her; The bandage between the chest and abdomen quickly tied itself, and then there was no sound, as if it had become the most common gauze.

"But I can't give it back to you now," Lin Sanjiu said with a little regret, and his voice was still weak. "Before I crack the secret room, it seems that nothing can leave the copy."

Long er looked at the bandage, took a breath, and rubbed his face hard. When he raised his head again, his expression suddenly coagulated, and he immediately raised a finger behind her - without his voice, Lin Sanjiu pointed to the ground and jumped out to the side; She could almost feel a breath of decay and decay, which suddenly rubbed past her shoulder. Although she was gripped by the pain between her chest and abdomen, she managed to avoid it unharmed.

Like the "little yarn" in her hand, she gasped low because of her heavy injury.

The body was transferred to her "fatal wound"... It was really not easy to fool it.

Lin Sanjiu conveniently put away the bandage card, and turned his head to glance at the distant connector. When she was unconscious, she called it out with a strong obsession that she had to contact the gift bag, but now a minute or two later, the gift bag did not call her again.

Is he the one who can't do it?

Should she take the initiative to contact him? He didn't call, which may indicate that there is a difference in his situation; In case Ji Shanqing is in some difficult battle situation now and is distracted by her call

In a flash of thought, the empty corpse shadow on the shoulder not far away hit her in the direction again; It buried its head deeply, shook its limbs and threw it into the dark night. It didn't seem to walk on its own, but it seemed to be pulled forward by an invisible rope and rushed forward at high speed. According to previous experience, as soon as it approached her, the corpse would spit out that mass of rotten gas again.

She suspected that her injury was caused by the rotten air.

Running like this is not the way... Anyway, you have to get out of this copy first.

Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, tightly pressed the abdominal wound, and ran towards the location of [ability sanding agent]. She has been in this warehouse for an unknown number of times, but she can't figure out how the murderer left this completely locked secret room after killing. She used to read several detective novels occasionally to kill time, and often let the detective in the book reveal the answer without thinking about it. She really didn't use the mystery of reasoning to feel sorry for herself.

She picked up the small silver bottle on the ground, and there was light in front of her eyes, and her heart seemed to be much safer.

"Long er!" At the moment, the only person who can help is probably the one sitting outside the copy: "think with me too -" she said here, coughed violently, wiped her mouth, and continued to ask, "what did the murderer do at the beginning?"

Long er didn't make a sound. It was not until she ran past him again that she saw that long er's eyebrows were tightly clenched together, as if she had fallen into deep thinking; Lin Sanjiu endured weakness and pain, and did not disturb him with a sound. As soon as his feet accelerated, he threw the body behind him.

She ran like this with serious injuries. She would die alive before dawn.

If only he could imitate the gift bag... The mystery of the chamber of secrets would certainly not be worth mentioning to him.

After vaguely realizing that the gift bag wanted to keep her in that universe forever, Lin Sanjiu lost his ability to simulate him. She clearly remembered that when she was sitting in the sand, she had a vague fear of the child who had always been like her brother - or sister - around her for a long time.

Fear comes from not knowing, and without understanding, you can't imitate.

"It's contradictory, isn't it? I care about him, miss him, and I'm a little afraid of him..." she gave a low wry smile, hesitated for half a second when passing the contact, and finally ran quickly.

"Why are you willing to answer his call, but you dare not take the initiative to contact him?" Teacher Yi asked.

Lin Sanjiu was stunned when asked.

"Why...?"

The speed of the body behind her increased again, and she had to speed up her pace, coughing blood almost every few steps. But Lin Sanjiu's mind seemed to be caught by the name "Ji Shanqing", murmuring, "I... I always feel that if he reaches out his hand to me, I still have some room to dodge. But if I take the initiative to walk to him..."

It seems that it will become a mosquito swallowed by pitcher grass.

Of course, her life will not be in danger. It will only be long and endless to meet her... Love?

"You don't dare to see him because you don't know," Teacher Yi said softly, more like a touch of consciousness than ever before. "When you get to know him a little bit, you can safely meet him?"

"But how can I understand?" Lin Sanjiu laughed bitterly again. The child seems to have created some paranoid, strong, distorted but extremely gentle things because of his life experience... He seems to know that he will bring her a situation she doesn't like, and has been holding back, and trembling and suffering because of this restraint... The fence that binds him will collapse at any time

Eh?

Something suddenly moved slightly in her mind, like breaking the dusty old memory and breaking out of its shell again.

Lin Sanjiu opened [consciousness mimicry] with some incredulity -- the object is Ji Shanqing.