How to ensure that the puppeteer can come back after going, took everyone a lot of brains.

Several people discussed each other for a long time, and even the square-faced man was invited in and expressed a lot of professional opinions; the final plan that was really determined was probably a plan that, apart from Lin Sanjiu and others, was the only one in the world. There is no way for a second person to copy it.

"this is……"

Wan Lin, who was called by the paper crane again, stared at the human arm that Lin Sanjiu handed her, with a very ugly expression on his face. Not long after she recovered from the shock and fear brought by the puppeteer, she realized what she was going to bring this time, and it was indeed a bit difficult for her.

"I'm sure I won't seek revenge on you," Lin Sanjiu persuaded, holding the box with the human arm in both hands, and put on a very correct attitude. "...You did him a great favor, besides, it's not really his own arm."

That forearm was thin and thin, no matter whether it was connected with the body or not, it was as bloodless as white paper. The hand at the end of the forearm has clear knuckles and slender fingers. It seems that it will flip over slightly immediately, turning the person who touches it into a doll.

"No...isn't it," Wan Lin said, and quickly glanced at the puppeteer not far away--the gaze turned on his pair of perfectly hanging hands, and then retracted.

Although the puppeteer is extremely unhappy at the moment, he still endured them gloomyly and quietly until now. Apart from the fact that the matter is so important that he can't lose his temper, it may be because he doesn't know how to react. ——Anyone in the world may not be very clear about making a copy of one's own arm from a gift bag, and then asking someone to take it to another world, and asking a great flood service provider for the destination. What kind of response is appropriate.

Facing the big flood jump, they already knew what information the puppet masters needed to provide, they just wrote it down and gave it to Wan Lin; came up with this method.

"No, but it's no different from his own. No, it's his own hand at all." Lin Sanjiu saw Wan Lin's doubts and assured him, "How should I put it, it's as if he was born with three hands—"

The lingering vigilance made her rein in the precipice, stopped her mouth in time, and changed her words: "Anyway, you just take it there, and just follow my instructions."

Wan Lin is an ideal candidate. All her family wealth has been robbed, and she has to scrape all over the place to get by recently. It is extremely difficult. Even if she is afraid of the puppeteer, she really doesn't have the confidence to refuse Lin Sanjiu.

She respectfully took the box containing her arms with both hands, and the square-faced man sent her to Walking in the Clouds. When she reappeared two days later, Wan Lin handed her the box and a sentence again.

"Yes," she said the most important result first: "The Great Flood service provider told me that the puppeteer can return to the Karma Museum from walking in the clouds at any time. Both the service provider and I were a little surprised at the time... I never thought it would actually work.”

Lin Sanjiu paused, feeling as if her vision was covered by thick fog. At this moment, she was stretching her feet to explore the rocky ground in front of her. She still didn't know whether she would step on firmly or fall off the cliff after this step. . "sure?"

"Well," Wan Lin nodded again, "I can give you the location and name of that flood service provider."

In this way, almost without any sense of reality, the puppeteer left that night.

No matter who it is, compared with every reunion, "Leaving" always looks like a sentence that should have been finished but was interrupted, or a movie that was tuned to silence.

Even Lin Sanjiu is getting used to parting now; it's not a very ceremonial toast and seeing off together - parting in the doomsday world is calm, gloomy and dumb. Life, or something else, was originally incomplete, and now it is only restored to its original state silently.

At the first glance, the dark and straight figure was still there, standing in front of the flood service provider together with Yuan Xiangxi.

At the second glance, it was the toe of her own boot, stained with a little dust.

At the third glance, only the square-faced man was left in front of him.

Because Yuan Xiangxi is not a human being, as long as he is treated as an "object", he can follow him; this made Lin Sanjiu somewhat relieved. Although Yuan Xiangxi didn't have much combat power and was of little use, she always felt that as long as there was even one companion by her side, the puppeteer wouldn't go too far, and wouldn't be unable to come back.

After the miscellaneous affairs were settled, the expenses were settled, and the square-faced man left, Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a while in the suddenly quiet world.

Qing Jiuliu unscrewed a bottle of wine, took a sip by himself, and handed it over silently. Lin Sanjiu stretched out his hand without looking at it, took a sip of it, and handed over the gift bag.

Ji Shanqing put the mouth of the bottle into his mouth very contemptuously, and when the bottle fell, his face turned into vacuum-packed beef jerky.

"Wh, what—" he couldn't finish his sentence, he coughed vigorously, and finally broke the silence among several people: "Is it poisonous, it's so bad—"

"Have you never drank?" Qing Jiuliu didn't care whether he could catch his breath, so he took the wine carefully first.

"Of course I drank it." Ji Shanqing blushed, tears choked out of his eyes, "but I've never drank such a bad wine!"

"You're not as good as a puppet master." Qing Jiuliu put away the wine and said, "I'll give him a taste when he comes back."

Lin Sanjiu didn't have the nerve to say it, she also thought it was quite unpleasant to drink.

"Speaking of alcohol, the taste of the puppeteer and Yu Yuan is not bad." It is obvious that people who dare to drink industrial alcohol when they are addicted to alcohol, but at this moment they miss drinking companions with similar tastes. "My Karma must be good, and I will definitely not be reduced to the point where I can only spend the rest of my life with you."

These words reminded Libao——he wiped his teary face with his sleeve vigorously, and said to Lin Sanjiu: "Sister, haven't I been thinking about the 'meet an old friend in a foreign land' on you these two days?"

Lin Sanjiu glanced down at the ballpoint pen line that seemed to be drawn on his wrist, and said, "What's wrong?"

"A couple of questions, I'm afraid I'll need to see it actually work once before I can get an answer."

Ji Shanqing compared the surroundings and explained: "In a situation like this, we just passively wait for the next person called back by 'Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land'. It is difficult for us to distinguish how it works, and I don't know how long this process will take. But if you take the initiative to...well, to 'apply' it, it can provide me with a lot of valuable information."

"How to apply it?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a daze.

"For example," Ji Shanqing couldn't help sighing when he said this, "...you take it to 'space crossing'."