Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1557 Waiting at the Window
... Two days had passed since Burns had found a hand in his pocket.

In the past two days, Lin Sanjiu seemed to be having a long dream, she "floated" on Wu Yiliu's back, followed him to check the corners of the house, kept turning on and off the TV, and watched other people's faces over and over again , I dare not sleep when I am tired, I only dare to sit in the corner and take a nap.

The others were not much better than him; everyone's face was pale because they couldn't rest assured - whether it was day or night, there were always two people assigned as "sentinels" to monitor and observe the situation inside and outside the house.The mountain forest outside the house has spread all over without knowing it. Even if you climb up to the roof and look from afar, you can still see only endless stretches of woods. swallowed the shadow.

Of course, they are not so naive, thinking that they can come and leave whenever they want in the dungeon.

Seeing that Burns and Cuining opened the door with their weapons in hand and went out to patrol, Wu Yiliu breathed a sigh of relief.He lifted up the sofa cushion, rummaged through it carefully, and finally sat down carefully without missing a single crevice or corner.

Two days ago, when Pence found that his hand was being held by another living woman, he was stunned for a few seconds before suddenly recovering with a cry of shock, and desperately shook his hand— — That hand had its own life, hanging tightly on his fingers, making Burns almost crazy, and swung it vigorously in mid-air for several times, and finally, with a single swing, the female hand was thrown away out.

Throughout the next night, the four of them searched for the whereabouts of the hand, but they never found it.He couldn't find it, so naturally he couldn't figure out what it was; since then, Wu Yiliu always felt that the hand might appear in any gap, causing him to change positions every time. Every time you touch something, you have to check it out for half a day, almost nervously.

They all knew that the dungeon had started and some things were happening; but what really tortured people was that none of them knew what happened.

It seemed that everything was back to normal: Pence had already taken off the jumper and thrown it out of the house, and Cuining had stuffed his hat into the kitchen trash can.They guard the inside and outside of the dungeon in two shifts, and try not to leave anyone alone; they don't touch any food and drink in the wooden house, and rely on their own water and dry food to survive. Even when they sleep at night, there are always people watching .

... The question is, then what?

I can't walk, I don't know what to do next, I can't analyze the clues, I don't even know what's wrong, I can only suffer slowly hour after hour; I can feel the growing irritability and anxiety of the trapped beasts in the house.

"It's so weird, I just can't figure it out." Abi came over, and when he sat down beside Wu Yiliu, he murmured to him in a low voice: "Why do you want to trap us aimlessly like this? Any copy running After getting up, there should be a 'purpose', what is this purpose? Are the people in the other half trapped like us?"

She was so annoyed that she scratched her long blonde hair a few times, and complained to him: "If I had known it was so annoying, I wouldn't have come."

Since the first night, the four have split.Burns and Cuining formed an alliance, and Abby and Wu Yiliu joined forces naturally; Abi was not a lot of heart and straightforward, but he was a reliable partner, and Wu Yiliu would rather get closer to her.

"What is the purpose, I have thought about it many times."

Outside the window, Burns and Cuining happened to be walking through the wooden corridor outside the house one after the other; Wu Yiliu subconsciously glanced at the two from the corner of his eye, and quickly turned his eyes away as if he had been burned.Pence's chin was about to melt and drop down to his chest, and the skin of his face and the corners of his eyes sank down heavily, revealing all the white eyeballs, and uncovered a piece of blood red underneath—the skin fell down again , he really didn't know what to reveal under the skin.

... Now his hallucinations have spread to Pence.

"What's wrong with you?" Abby noticed his shivering, and asked, "Since we entered the dungeon, don't blame me for speaking directly, I think you seem a little...absent."

She hasn't spoken too directly, otherwise she would probably say "you don't quite match your reputation".

Don't blame her, since he entered this dungeon, he has behaved like an ignorant novice, even he himself is so confused that he doesn't know what to do, there seems to be a storm in his mind, and any idea will be disturbed Broken—the nightmare of his birthplace, perhaps the curse he could never get rid of.

Wu Yiliu twisted his sweaty hands together, his heart heaving in his chest, he never dared to tell her the truth.If he said it, he would be considered a lunatic—Abby saw clearly through the window when Pence walked past just now. Since she didn't respond, how could he tell the truth?

"It's nothing..." he said hoarsely, "I'm just like you, and I can't figure it out. You didn't wear those hiking boots, did you?"

"I wouldn't dare," Abby shook his head. "They're from the dungeon, and I couldn't put them in the storage props, so I stuffed them into a pot and locked them in the bedroom safe."

"Pot?" Wu Yiliu raised his eyebrows.

"That's right," Abby smiled, narrowing the corners of his eyes slightly, and said, "That's what I think, if my sanity is affected by the dungeon and I have to take out shoes from the safe, then if I don't Before I got the shoes, something irrational and shouldn't be there appeared in front of my eyes, which may allow me to capture this weirdness and get rid of the effect of the copy in time. After all, the effect of this copy does not seem to be So serious—when you looked down and saw your hands, you woke up immediately."

Wu Yiliu nodded.As expected of someone who analyzes and interprets the transcript, although Abby is a bit naive, his mind is not slow.

"But so far, I have never thought about putting on my shoes." Abby looked out of the window and said in a low voice, "Well, while the two of them are out on patrol, do you want to take a break? What? I think you seem to have rested worse than anyone these two days... You can’t go on like this, if you can’t maintain your energy, what should you do if something happens in the dungeon?”

She didn't say it, but her meaning couldn't have been more obvious.Since that night, as long as he is not blind, he can probably feel Wu Yiliu's wariness and distrust towards the other two, as well as the distance he involuntarily pulls away from the two under the fear brought by hallucinations again and again. distance.

The time required for the patrol is not short. In addition to checking the open space outside the house and the generator, you have to go through the forest surrounding the wooden house.Wu Yiliu was indeed exhausted to the extreme, his temples throbbed as if the blood was about to burst through his skin, and he couldn't concentrate at all.It is really impossible not to rest, he heard the words and sighed in a low voice: "Do you not mind?"

Abiteng jumped up and said, "Of course not. You can rest on the sofa, and I can keep an eye on you in the living room. Don't move, I'll get you a pillow and quilt."

Before Wu Yiliu could say "no need", she had already disappeared into the bedroom in a hurry.He fell back and just let out his lips in one breath, then he suddenly got up nervously, checked all the gaps in the sofa cushion, and then lay back down.

Abby quickly came out with his things in his arms, put a fluffy pillow for him, and spread a thin quilt on Wu Yiliu, as if he was a patient with a cold and needed care.Although he felt that pillows and quilts were not necessary, he still couldn't help feeling warm in his heart after being taken care of like this, and said "thank you" softly.

"Go to sleep, I'll adjust the TV again," Abby said, picking up the remote control.They had tried the TV several times, and every time they turned it on, the cartoon figure would just reappear, motionless and unhelpful; it was just that TV was the only way they could learn about the copy, and they had to try it even if it didn't work.

This pillow was obviously used by Abby himself, and when Wu Yiliu buried his head in the pillow, his nostrils were full of Abby's smell; in front of his eyes, he could still see a long curly golden hair.The shadow of Abby adjusting the elevator with his back turned, quickly blurred in his vision, turning into meaningless blocks of color, and was finally completely swallowed by a mass of dark sleep that hit him.

... When he slowly woke up from a deep sleep, Wu Yiliu just opened his eyes and realized that the living room was so dark that there was no daylight, his stomach immediately curled up into a ball.

How long has he been asleep?Why haven't Pence and Cuining come back yet?How could Abby let him sleep until it was dark?
He threw off the blanket and sat up from the sofa. The cold sweat seemed to be trapped in his pores and was about to come out, but then disappeared the moment he saw Abby.

In the hazy darkness, a shadow curled up on the sofa.It turned out that Abby himself fell asleep too, with his legs curled up under his body, and his whole body huddled in the sofa, sleeping with his mouth slightly open, not like an evolutionary, but like a little girl.

Without waking her up, Wu Yiliu just quietly stood up.The pointer on the clock was pointing to three o'clock in the afternoon, indicating that Burns and Cuining had been out for less than an hour, but the room was almost completely dark; he approached the window and looked out, and found that the sky outside was dark and cloudy, Not a ray of sunlight sees through.

His own shadow, like a cluster of translucent fragments, swayed gently with the movement on the dark glass.Through a layer of glass, you can also feel how heavy and heavy the air outside is - it seems that a storm is inevitable.

Seeing the sky like this, Burns and Cuining should be back soon.

This room seemed to be so quiet for the first time: the two of them went out and did not come back, and Abby fell asleep again. He stood alone in front of the window, and his ears were filled with the silence of the outside world that was suppressed by the storm.He listened to his own breathing, Abby's breathing, and... another low breathing against the back of his neck.

...he finally heard it.

The distracted attention by various incidents in the wooden house, the voice covered by fear and absent-mindedness, now finally returned to his mind and ears again.

Wu Yiliu heard it, and there was a slight voice in the air behind him, like a drop of illusion about to fall from the nerve endings, speaking softly to him.The sound continued, like the humming of a refrigerator engine. After listening for a long time, it would disappear into consciousness.

"It's going to rain, it's very cold, you wrap the blanket up, wrap it around your body, wrap it up tighter, wrap it up, don't take it off..."

Wu Yiliu looked at his own reflection on the window glass, his whole body seemed to be frozen in ice.

He clearly remembered that he lifted the blanket when he got up, but now the blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, standing with him in front of the dark glass where the storm was coming.

No one stipulated that the fourth item must also be clothing.

　Since I posted a single chapter last time, I have received hundreds of comments in support and comfort. I can’t believe that something that has nothing to do with the plot of the main text can receive so much warm concern... Thank you, maybe these few The words are too pale, but the gratitude finally settles down. There are really only these two most common words, thank you.

Everyone is giving me the green light, telling me that it’s okay to ask for a leave of absence, and I did postpone it for two days... For me, updating is certainly stressful, but the pressure and guilt of being suspended for a long time may be greater, so I have been writing a little bit every day for the past few days, and I feel that my state has gradually recovered. This chapter is the most correct since I entered the dungeon. I don’t know if you feel it.

That single chapter hangs outside, announcing my fragility, and it still makes me feel like I've lost my shell and exposed... If there weren't so many comments, I might have deleted them long ago, but seeing everyone's warmth Your encouragement and concern, I really don't want to delete it, it's very contradictory...

　
(End of this chapter)