Chapter 1892

The puppet master has been soaking in that thick, green and dirty lake for so long... How does he breathe? Is he still awake?

Lin Sanjiu thought that the green lake water, which had soaked countless corpses into corpse soup, would flow into the puppet master's nose, throat and lung apparatus, and even turn him into a corpse. His skin seemed to turn over and he made great efforts to resist rushing up immediately.

After all, what can she do if she rushes up?

In the doomsday world, her ability and combat power are all there, and she can't pose a threat to the copy, let alone now?

No matter how anxious she was, she could only trust the puppet master's ability for once and believe that he was still alive, even if there was no basis.

When Lin Sanjiu hesitated and pondered in his heart how to save the puppet master, the swollen giant, who did not distinguish between men and women, also slowly stopped and looked around.

Opened the blister like eyelids, and the two eyeballs protruded into the air in a round and angry way.

Lin Sanjiu could feel that the boiled eggs that seemed to be about to explode by the gas swept over from a distance and made two circles in his direction; She quickly turned her eyes away from under the sheets, picked up her feet, and pretended to walk slowly.

"Deputy self" of course, there are all kinds of strange shapes. Obviously, the swelling giant is not suspicious of the person in the distance who is dressed in white sheets and looks like a ghost. He turns his head and looks around at the empty Wasteland - maybe Lin Sanjiu is preconceived, but how does she see it? How does she feel that the swelling giant looks like picking real estate.

Did he really come here to "settle down"?

After two rounds, the swelling giant nodded slightly, as if he was finally satisfied.

Almost at the same time, Lin Sanjiu was excited. Knowing what he was going to do, he quickly turned around and ran back.

When the truck driver said that the swelling giant was looking for a place to stay, this sentence sounded ordinary, and nearly slid over the edge of her mind; It was not until she remembered the reaction of the red T-shirt, the grove, and the truck left by the truck driver on the roadside that Lin Sanjiu finally had a flash of inspiration and put the fragments together.

Assuming that yawning is the first reaction when the red T-shirt becomes suspicious, it is clear what words she made him suspicious: first, when will the symposium begin; 2、 Where is the forum.

These two sentences called red T-shirt's eyes were pasted by tears, which also completely exposed the fact that Lin Sanjiu was not a copy.

Why?

The answer is clear in front of us: because there is no town at all.

Lin Sanjiu thought of this and looked up at the building closest to her as he ran.

A dim and dejected game console hall, sitting on the dirt road about a hundred meters away, vaguely sprinkled broken musical symbols into the wind intermittently, as if people had imagined its sound only when they saw it.

... of course, it can't be built by anyone.

Game halls, woods, trucks; Lin Sanjiu now finally understood that every building she stayed through and everything she saw in the "town" were actually "shells" of copies.

If it is an inappropriate analogy, these replicas are like hermit crabs, and the replica site is their shells; They can either appear alone in the form of "crab" or appear together with "shell".

Dozens of copies in different forms gathered nearby at the call of the "Symposium".

Just like the swelling giants at the moment, after they found their foothold, they also took out buildings, travel agents, farms... And other "shells"; All kinds of replica venues in the doomsday world are put together to form this "town".

If Lin Sanjiu didn't meet the red T-shirt on the way, I'm afraid she would have seen the motel in the "town".

Once this point is understood, it is obvious where the copy of the lake will find a foothold.

Unlike other copies, the body of the lake tour copy is a corner of the park, covering a considerable area; When the copy of the lake tour is ready to "settle down", he must go to the outer space of the town - which is why she immediately walked around the outer edge of the town for most of the time after she thought it out.

Lin Sanjiu threw back several eyes from her shoulder. I don't know what time it was, she saw the park in the lake again.

The artificial green forest was capped by the lake bank, forming a green shadow on the bank. A group of lifeless old cruise ships gathered by the wooden platform, and Swan necks and frog heads fluctuated slightly in the silence; The wound of the earth cracked, opening a large thick lake, and the color was as dark as a layer of mucous membrane floating in the water.

If Lin Sanjiu hadn't reacted quickly just now, she would have fallen into the lake by now; She stopped hurriedly and looked back carefully, but she was stunned.

... it turned out that only "shell" appeared alone, but "crab" disappeared.

She narrowed her eyes and looked for it for several times. She didn't see the shadow of the swelling giant anywhere - not to mention the Puppeteer trapped by him with the lake water.

"If you can run the monk, you can't run the temple," Lin Sanjiu scolded in a low voice, hesitated for a few seconds, and slowly walked towards the Youhu replica Park step by step.

Should... Shouldn't it trigger?

Without knowing it, she had drilled through the shell of the copy many times, and nothing happened. This time... Maybe no exception?

Lin Sanjiu paused before stepping on the neglected grassland full of wild flowers and weeds.

The appearance of the copy of the lake changed the original terrain; Just now, on the barren land, there are undulations on the lake bank - looking down from where she stood, she could just see most of the green lake in the distance.

... and the faint shadow of lacquered blacks under the green lake.

His hair was scattered, floating like water and grass, and his body seemed to be out of force. He changed his shape in the refraction of water waves, as if he had no vitality.

Lin Sanjiu has never seen such a puppet master.

The sheet was clenched in her hand and half of it was pulled off askew, shaking and rippling.

Since the copies regard her as an old friend who met in a foreign country, what else should she be afraid of?

As soon as Lin Sanjiu threw the sheet and was ready to dash down and jump into the lake, she didn't expect that she was held down on her shoulder by someone - this surprise was really great, and even her sleeping ability and combat power were excited. She woke up with a part of her surprise, and changed her hand to fight back conditionally.

"Wait!"

The voice of the red T-shirt suddenly rang from behind - he raised his hands, hurriedly stepped back, lowered his voice and said to Lin Sanjiu who turned around, "it's me, I don't mean any harm to you! Don't go down, if you go down, you may not be able to come up again."

This year, the adverse reactions of my PMS have become more and more serious. I didn't ask for leave several times before saying that I had a low fever and weakness. Later, I summarized the reason, and it was this. Each symptom lasted for at least threeorfour days. It's really terrible. Four weeks a month, and I've only been a person for two weeks