Chapter 915

"I... I ate hot spring eggs and fried noodles last night."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. It was so natural and natural to talk to it that when she deliberately suppressed the speed of her talk, she even seemed uncomfortable all over.

She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to stop, not pouring out all the thoughts in her head at one go.

Say a little first, delay the time, and then find a way

"Good. And then?" The voice behind the door encouraged with interest.

Lin Sanjiu recalled.

When everything opened the hot spring egg, the clear yellow and thick flow of heart slipped from the protein into the plate - she still remembered this scene very clearly; The oily, brownish and rich aroma of soy sauce fried noodles are also vivid in retrospect. Although she "confided" her dinner to the hole monster, nothing strange seemed to happen.

Her memory is still well preserved in her mind.

What happened? Did she guess wrong?

"That..." she picked out things that were neither painful nor itchy, and tried to be brief: "then I drank a glass of juice and took a walk in the garden."

The man behind the door paused at the words.

"... I didn't expect you to be a rich man." He sounded as if he suddenly became jealous: "you even have fruits, vegetables, eggs and gardens. What are you mixing with degenerate plants?"

Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth, suddenly regained consciousness, and bited the tip of his tongue again. Compared with talking, this kind of conversation that starts unconsciously may reveal more information - she pretends to be thinking, and her eyes turn around quietly.

The man behind the door was right. He had been fighting with nothing but air. The creature that once pretended to be Lin Sanjiu's voice is disappearing somewhere in the dark, like a screenwriter and a director, creating and guiding every step of the activity: "... Yes, you flash to the right, but you didn't expect to find a big guy waiting for you on the right! You almost put yourself straight into its hands."

As expected, Zhuo flashed to the right, and then bounced up like an electric shock, almost tripping himself. With a "Ho" in its mouth, it suddenly swept the right arm bone towards its side - but it didn't know that it was all useless work.

"Go on." The voice behind the door was urging at this time.

The countless dark holes, as if with some wonderful attraction, can attract people's emotions, feelings and thoughts into the deep, dark, but safe and warm holes.

If you can just give up struggling like this, it must be much easier.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the hole in front of him, clenched his fist hard, but still opened his mouth in a low voice: "I hope I can get out of here tonight..."

"Oh, yes, talk more about your desires." The sound behind the door was slightly higher.

"I'm just going to borrow a way from the conservation park. After all, this is the way I've walked. It's safer to walk again." She murmured, "I really didn't expect that the protection garden at night would become so dangerous that even such creatures that are neither human nor degenerate..."

The card at his feet was still lying quietly on the ground. She never expected that she could not even resist like this tonight - now, she can only reluctantly control her "talking" speed and try to delay as much as possible.

Wait, go back a little.

Lin Sanjiu was suddenly stunned and thought about it for a while along with his just thought.

Logically speaking, she can't resist now... But isn't the method of "controlling speed and picking only useless information" also a disguised and negative resistance?

Why is such resistance OK?

What determines that she "can't pick up cards", but "can suppress speed"?

She vaguely felt that once she found this key answer, she was likely to find the key to get rid of the current situation.

"Yes, our research has been carried out underground." The man behind the door laughed and interrupted her thoughts: "after all, in the open, we are just a base for producing degenerate species."

Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised his head and took a long look. The latter is still struggling with the imaginary enemy. With the sentence "your leg was slashed", it also exhaled in pain, splashing a piece of cloth and blood from its calf.

"It... Is it produced here?" She asked, pointing to Chu Chu.

"Of course, you'll know by its age," probably in order to lure Lin Sanjiu to talk more, the voice behind the door replied patiently, "there are not many degenerate species produced at the end of the spring."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment, carefully selected a sentence, and looked at the dark creature full of holes in front of him, slowly opening his mouth.

"Jujube is here for revenge. It will kill you all."

This sentence is very smooth, there is no obstacle at all - although this is also one of the forms of her "confrontation consciousness".

When the man behind the door burst into laughter, Lin Sanjiu dropped his eyes.

"With that degenerate?" The man behind the door shouted, "my child walks the degenerate like a dog. Its life and death are in one sentence!"

"I will help it survive." She tried to whisper. No problem, this sentence is also said.

"Really?" The man laughed again, "but don't you want to talk?"

"Yes." Lin Sanjiu glanced back at the iron gate and replied, "I really want to. But -"

"But what?"

"I just want to say to it that I don't want you to hear."

The man sneered, "please feel free. Pinhole, ensure that she must talk to you."

The huge creature named "keyhole" slowly lowered its face towards Lin Sanjiu again - more holes were gradually opened on the dark plane.

It's too difficult to keep silent under so many holes. But at this time, Lin San Jiu didn't plan to fight with her desire to talk at all. She looked at the dense holes in front of her eyes and said in a very low voice, "I understand."

"Keyhole" motionless to her, may not understand.

"I understand your influence on me and what rules are involved." Her voice was so low that only she could hear it. As soon as she got out, she was drowned out by the noise from a long foot not far away. "It's actually very simple... If you are point a and I am point B, then any direct confrontation between us is not allowed. I can't pick up the card to deal with you, which is equivalent to drawing a straight line from point B to point a; but I can control the content and speed of my own talk, because the ultimate object of 'control' is not you. So I can also help you survive. In that case, it is the end Object, there is still no direct confrontation line between point a and point B. "

Lin Sanjiu stopped and slowly smiled.

"Finally found it," she whispered to herself, "that degenerate kind, had better thank me later."