Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1234 eBay User Group

There is a saying that is very mean, but Lin Sanjiu can't get rid of it in his mind.

...It's like having a good dog with the former guards around.

The "reconstructive surgery" was finally done a few hours ago; the next thing was to leave the puppeteer alone in his room to recuperate and regain consciousness.Not long after the few people came back, four or five so-called "surgeons" who were actually NPCs in surgical gowns all got into his ward and locked the door behind them.Lin Sanjiu and the others waited outside the door, waiting for a round of lava games to pass - if she hadn't bought two rounds of wards in advance, he might be thrown out halfway through the operation.

And in this process, the former guard gradually upgraded from serving tea and water and running errands to a few people's chores: guarding the door for the puppeteer in the recovery process, or going out to inquire about news, and even helping Bo Simia washed five or six pairs of socks—now they hang on the door of her room like a row of colored flags—although to be honest, Lin Sanjiu can’t remember when she wore formal socks and formal socks. shoe.

As long as she can give the former guard some points occasionally, he seems willing to be a reminder.

Of course, she kept one eye secretly watching him; but she had to admit that there was really nothing suspicious about the former guard.

...until the door closed behind Yajiang, the former guard immediately jumped up from the floor and rushed to Lin Sanjiu's side.

"What are you doing?" Sitting on the hospital bed, she was about to start meditation exercises to restore consciousness, and she couldn't help asking with a frown.

"I have something to say," he lowered his eyelids, hesitating a bit: "It's all about my feelings, maybe you will find it unreasonable..."

"Go ahead."

"That... I think so," the former guard glanced at the door, "When he goes out, you should guard the door of the puppeteer's room...or, or let me go, but I The combat power is not good, and there are no special items..."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned for two seconds before realizing that the "people who went out" referred to Yajiang. "What do you mean?" she asked.

The former guard bit his lips tightly, and after a while, he said as if squeezing toothpaste: "I... think something is wrong with him. I'm a little, uh, I'm a little afraid of him. I don't know what he usually does alone... However, isn’t the master puppeteer still awake now? Although outsiders can’t get in, I think it’s right to be careful…”

That slender ant-like Ya Jiang?Scary?
She looked the former guard up and down. "Why do you say that?"

"I don't have evidence, it's just my feeling when I look at people." The former guard said hesitantly, "I have always been an insignificant little character, and it feels like because I am born inconspicuous, many people don't care about my existence... When they were in front of me, they couldn't think of covering up their behavior. Ah, so I know you are a reliable person, because you have the same attitude towards me and others... In short, in short, I feel that he When I'm with you, I behave differently."

To be honest, Lin Sanjiu was already bored.

Before Wei Xing died, she said that the former guard was wrong; she spent a lot of energy observing him, but found nothing, and now the former guard said that there was something wrong with Yajiang—as if she couldn’t rest assured as long as there were people around her, and only those who had to be alone dared to let go tone like.Whether they are sincere or not, everyone in this place seems to be always speculating and suspicious of others, and always pretending to cover themselves.

"I see." She only gave these four lukewarm words.

The former guard stood beside the hospital bed for a few seconds, hesitant to speak, and returned to his mat without saying anything.

Although he repeatedly warned himself not to fall into that kind of mentality and not to doubt his friends, but after Yajiang came back, Lin Sanjiu found that he still couldn't help but quietly began to pay attention to him.Indeed, she and Yajiang haven't known each other for a long time, and they are more like companions who occasionally walked together for a while; but from her point of view, Yajiang's attitude towards her is the same as before, and it's not like taking advantage of her, nor like Holding back his energy to kill her.Who knows?Maybe Yajiang is just a bit snobby and doesn't treat unimportant people well--it's not a big deal.

She decided to put the incident in the "see it later" folder in her mind first.

Once you have points and goals, the time to wait for the puppeteer to wake up will be much easier; apart from being wary of whether there are evolutionaries approaching around, it’s almost like retirement—it’s almost evening in the outside world , Several people were still busy for a while, and moved the medical cabinet to the bedside to serve as a table, ready to sit down and have a good dinner together.

"That old man is really pitiful,"

Bohemia suddenly took the time to raise her head from her bowl and said, "Didn't I go out for a walk this afternoon, and I saw him nearby again."

Lin Sanjiu didn't want to ask, but she didn't stop: "...Holding his sister's head, walking along the corner of the wall in a daze, looking like that, I really don't want to get close to him. Oh, the recovery ointment is gone, I don’t know who shaved two bloody wounds on my face... Whenever I see anyone, I ask if I can give him some extra recovery ointment.”

"He hasn't given up yet?" Lin Sanjiu just wanted to sigh.

Bohemia fiddled with her beef sausage a few times, but stopped sending it to her mouth. "No... That head seems to be starting to smell a little bit."

"Don't get close to him next time," Ya Jiang interjected, "God knows how he got back to his original shape. If there is any hidden means, it's too dangerous to get close."

Bohemia's mind seemed to be elsewhere, but she just nodded when she heard the words.

Lin Sanjiu wanted to change the subject, so he poured some water into the cups of several people, and asked, "Do you know of any way to open the door of the puppeteer's ward?"

"What are you going to do!" Bohemia turned her head, and the topic of Isami was immediately forgotten: "You don't do this kind of thing, and when he comes out, you can still tell him, yes We saved him—now that you're doing something like this, what if you get caught!"

"I want to see how he is recovering," Lin Sanjiu said kindly, "Those NPC surgeons didn't say they couldn't go in. Besides, if we can find special items from him, Then, while waiting for him to wake up, we can go to the lottery to complete the turntable."

"I'm fine, I can wait," Bohemia's face turned pale, "Stop talking, you're suicidal."

Fine.When Lin Sanjiu was about to bow her head to eat, she only heard her mutter again: "...if he really has props to enhance luck, can he still meet you?"

Although it makes people very reluctant to admit it, this sentence seems to have some truth.Just seeing the puppeteer's unlucky appearance, she felt that she couldn't pin all her hopes on him—fortunately, besides him, she had other backup means.

After dinner, she went to Bohemia's ward alone; only here could she close her eyes for a while and focus on what she should do.

Fifty Ming's situation seemed to cast a shadow on Bohemia's heart, and she could not go away.The two sat down for a while, and she sighed again and mentioned the old man-this is really not the Bohemian style.

"I've always thought that fate can really play tricks," she said in a low voice, "God made him recover from that miserable state, and took back a life, only to wake up and find that he had lost his life." Important stuff. If you ask me, I'm afraid he thinks he might as well be dead now... Eh? What are you doing?"

Lin Sanjiu showed [eBay] to her.

"I used it to get out of the lab last time," she explained, "This time we can also look on [eBay] to see if there are any props that can increase luck."

It wasn't until she held [eBay] in her hand and closed her eyes that she heard Bohemia say in an unbelievable voice: "Yes, you have already contacted Gong Daoyi...we have to hide it from people. There are too many things about the puppet master."

After the room fell silent for a while, Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes again—she had just read the first page of the list of items for sale on [eBay].

She unconsciously turned the special item like a plastic sheet between her fingers a few times, and asked a little bit dazedly: "You just said..."

"You have to keep the puppeteer from the truth—"

"No, you just said that fate really knows how to joke?"

Bohemia nodded blankly.

Lin Sanjiu's feeling now is like sitting in a dark movie theater, feeling that someone is kicking her chair from behind.Some inexplicable feeling, on the edge of her consciousness, wanted to tell her something; the more she tried to grab it, the farther away it eluded.

When she was fighting with her erratic intuition, someone knocked on the iron door.As soon as the door opened, the former guard slipped in, panting and said, "Please, let me sit here, don't let me be alone with him, really, I can't even breathe..."

"Who is it?" Bohemia said with a look of hearing nonsense, "Crow River? You can't breathe?"

The former guard nodded and turned his gaze to [eBay] in Lin Sanjiu's hands. "Eh?" He was taken aback, "You have one too?"

Who else?
Lin Sanjiu stared at [eBay], his eyes locked on the face of the former guard.Her body seemed to have reacted first, her palms were slightly sweaty, and her throat was dry and tight; under her heavy gaze, the former guard stammered, "That... I When I was in that ward just now, because I didn’t want to talk to him too much, I just closed my eyes and meditated...then I heard something beeping on Yajiang’s body, so I looked through the cracks in my eyelids...just right I saw him take out this thing."

(End of this chapter)