Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1033 The Corpse Arrives
"Be sure first,"

Lin Sanjiu said in a low voice, out of the corner of her eye was the crooked entrance of the reception room. "...That old lady is indeed an ordinary person who has not evolved, right?"

Bohemia nodded: "It must be, I am particularly sensitive to this."

After all, in the Twelve Realms, if she could even admit that she was wrong, she wouldn't be alive today.

Although it is not ruled out that there are special items or abilities that allow the evolutionary to pretend to be an ordinary person; but the chances of this happening in a residential house that they just walk into while hiding from the rain are really too low.

Lin Sanjiu lifted her chin towards the door, "Go to the door and see where the old lady is, I want to turn on the TV again."

"What are you looking at?" Bohemia asked softly, approaching the door silently.

"I think that image just now is a bit strange."

Lin Sanjiu turned on the TV again. This time, he didn't forget to find the volume button and turn it down to the lowest level. Sure enough, the urgent news that the mental patient was disturbed to enter and leave the hospital was still on the screen, and he was now fleeing.If you start counting after those evolutionary police|policemen left, then at least it has been played in a loop for 10 minutes.

Staring at the screen, she slowly frowned.

... These are not two frontal headshots, but 360° images shot with surround technology.She turned off the TV too quickly just now, and when she turned it on again, she realized that she and Bohemia were like two actors who had been photographed from head to toe, slowly circling in the news, and the background was The small hall of the entrance—everyone who reads the news can know what the hair on the top of their heads looks like.

But... how is this possible?
Lightning flashes penetrated the dark room from time to time, reflecting the faces of the two on the screen white again and again.The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier, and the rustling sound drowned out the noise in the reception room; when a metal impact sound from the corridor reached Lin Sanjiu's ears, she immediately raised her head.

"what sound?"

Bohemia, who was standing at the door, stretched out her hand and squeezed a soft and elastic door frame up—looking at it, she replied in a low voice: "At the end of the corridor is the kitchen...she seems to be looking at the pot inside the pot." Is everything cooked?"

Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat, and Bohemia just cast her gaze at this moment.In the dark and gloomy reception room, it was almost impossible to see her face and facial features, only her big eyes shone slightly: "...'Edible truth'! Is it related to this?"

"……I have no idea."

"There must be." Bohemia was full of confidence immediately, and looked out excitedly: "Let's wait for her to come back and see what she brought this time."

"Come here," Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen, and suddenly greeted her.Bohemia was waiting to verify her theory, and she was reluctant to move after hearing the words; like an untrained dog, she finally approached the TV after being greeted two or three times in a row.

"what?"

As soon as she uttered this question, Lin Sanjiu was startled—the latter squatted down suddenly, picked up the hem of her skirt, held her ankle for a few times, and then took a closer look. The corner of the skirt was put back.

Bohemia blushed suddenly, stammered and asked, "Is, is there something wrong with you?"

"You really have a silver bell tied to your right ankle." Lin Sanjiu said in a deep voice.

"You really don't have a brain in your left skull, what do you want to explain?"

"Look," Lin Sanjiu was not angry, and tapped the TV screen, "The reason why I know the bell on your ankle is because of this."

In the news image, the bohemian who has been slowly turning around is indeed tied with an identical silver bell - the length of the skirt is a little shorter than in real life, just to expose it.

"I've been with you for so long, I didn't even notice it." When Lin Sanjiu said this, he caught a little noise in the kitchen at the end of the corridor from the sound of rumbling rain. It sounded like the old lady was about to came out; she hurriedly turned off the TV, pulled Bohemia to sit down again, and whispered: "...We only stayed in the entrance and exit for less than 10 minutes, how could even such details be recorded by the camera ?”

Bohemia thought for a while.The unhurried footsteps in the corridor were indeed walking towards the reception room, accompanied by the sound of pot lids colliding from time to time; she suddenly approached, with a somewhat hesitant voice: "...camera?"

she does not know?Oh, by the way, the Twelve Realms seem to have different names for a lot of things——

As soon as Lin Sanjiu thought of this, she couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly understood what made her feel strange.Just when she was about to follow this idea to think deeply, the shadow of the old lady slowly entered the reception room at this moment, and immediately made both of them alert.

The old lady held a faded old booklet under her arm, held a small serving pot in both hands, and placed it on the coffee table.She moved swiftly, and quickly removed all the refreshments, and put some snacks and tableware on. Seeing that the refreshments of the two were almost untouched, she didn't say anything.

"Come on, look for the address in the booklet, and I'll give you some stew."

Lin Sanjiu took the thick booklet, but sure enough, she couldn't understand a single word.In such a heavy rain, this old reception room was soaked by moisture, and the furniture had a stale smell that had been soaked by various smells for many years. It was thick and sticky, and it was served with stewed The smell of meat makes people want to cover their noses.

The old lady seemed to only care about eating for her own pleasure, and didn't care about the meals in their hands at all.As she ate, she fell into the memories evoked by the food: "When I first invited him to eat at home, my mother made such a pot of stew... He used to laugh at me, saying that mushrooms go with meat, It tastes exactly the same, and he refuses to change the side dishes. But in fact, he eats a lot every time."

"Today's young people are still willing to honestly find a partner, get married and start a family. Almost none... We used to regard having children as one of the most important things, and young people don't care anymore. After all, everything is simple now. Simple and readily available. Can't you guys find a dump? I'll show you when I'm done... oh, and I baked up a lasagna, ready to go."

In this small reception room surrounded by the sound of rumbling rain, it became darker and gloomy without a trace of light.The old lady is very familiar with the position of every piece of furniture here, and she can enjoy eating in the dark room without turning on the lights; the two sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the rustling figures opposite without saying a word.

"He doesn't like to eat this, but I like it very much." The old lady is completely immersed in the food and memories, almost every food is connected with a part of her past; even in the dark, she can feel her floating a smile.When the thunder and lightning struck, the smile on her face, which flickered from light to dark, looked a bit dazed—as if it didn't matter whether the two people on the opposite side existed or not.

"When I was a child, my mother used to make me fried white strips. I don't know what it's actually called, and neither does she; because when she was a child, my grandmother fried it for her, and my grandmother learned it from her great-grandmother. Yes... the recipe for this little snack has been passed down from generation to generation, and then it died when it came to me. I often think that if my sons and daughters didn't die on the battlefield, they would probably fry my grandchildren .”

The old lady's tone became stagnant, and she put the invisible food in her hand back on the plate, stared blankly at the door, and became dazed.The reception room fell into silence, only the endless sound of rain, and the faint thunder rolling past the window.

This old lady is an ordinary person, neither capable of catching or hurting them, nor can she notify the police now-of course, she doesn't seem to want to notify the police either.

Then what is she going to do?
"Is she not dementia?" Bohemia asked in a breathy voice.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the figure on the opposite side and thought for a while; when she spoke again, she mentioned something that had nothing to do with the old lady in front of her: "...at the bottom of the building where the entrance and exit are, there are at least two Thirty narrow gates, isn't it?"

"correct."

"That would be interesting."

The old lady was getting old and had poor hearing. She didn't hear their conversation from the continuous and loud rain, and she was still stuck in the memory and couldn't extricate herself.Bohemia glanced at her, turned her head and asked gently - "What's so interesting? Don't talk halfway."

"You were the one who reminded me of this... The camera I'm talking about is what you call 'recording eyes'." Lin Sanjiu paused, holding back her trembling, and leaned closer to her ear. "...Now if you think about it, including the inside and outside of the office, where did the fucking cameras come from? There isn't even a single one."

Twenty or thirty narrow doors are arranged side by side. If you want to monitor the situation at each door, you must have at least the same number of cameras.But even if she didn't bring up the pictures left in her subconscious mind, she could still clearly remember that there was nothing near the door—not even a single eye, a scratch, or a notice.

What about after entering the small hall?

The entire ceiling is used for lighting. If a camera is hung anywhere, it will suddenly become dark.Even in the corners, at the joints between the ceiling and the walls, she can't recall seeing any surveillance facilities—most importantly, any surveillance facilities that can store their 360° images from every angle and meticulously. down?

The reason is simple: as long as it is not a monitoring facility flying around you, any installed camera can only "see" the side it can "see", which also creates the "dead angle"; Where there is no camera, what records the situation?

"That's right, there are no record eyes in that entrance and exit." Bohemia murmured, "Actually, even if we don't wear hoods, they shouldn't know what we look like afterwards..."

They took off the pillowcase in order not to arouse suspicion after the evolutionary policemen came and the hostages ran away—and if those few evolutionary policemen remembered their appearance, how could they connect with them? On the ankle hidden in the tent, it is clear what kind of bell is worn?
A strange place emerged, but it aroused more doubts.When Lin Sanjiu was biting his lip and lost in thought, the old lady opposite suddenly let out a long sigh and moved again.

"As a person, I have loved food and tried new things all my life." Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she was tired by the surging emotions.The old lady wiped the corners of her eyes and put away the dishes in front of her. "... Now that I'm getting old and facing the situation of leaving soon, I can't help but want to recall the things I ate with him in the past... There are so many old sayings, so you have been waiting for a long time."

What have you been waiting for?

At the same time, strong doubts and precautions arose in the hearts of the two of them—the old lady was not in a hurry at all, and took the leftover dishes back to the kitchen.When she walked back to the door of the reception room, there was a sudden "crack" sound, as if the air was stuck in her chest and could not flow; then, the old lady's body twitched and fell heavily on the ground. Trembling, exhaling more air than inhaling, it is almost dying.

(End of this chapter)