Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1701 Miss Tour Guide’s Way Home
The hairs on Lin San's back stood up after drinking.

The fear of not knowing what would happen next tightly twisted her lower abdomen together; she suddenly wished she could kick herself a few times: she had already left, why did she turn around and come back halfway?Because of the guilt in her heart, she did such a stupid thing... If she didn't come back, she would be safe by now.

From the long black hole that was almost clinging to her face, bursts of fishy hot air rushed out heavily, blowing her hair flying around her ears.She still underestimated the flat mouse too much; this depraved species seemed to only talk in a babble, who would have thought that before she could react, it would touch the tip of her nose in the blink of an eye?
There is no longer only one eyeball on the long arc-shaped white eye; countless dense black spots have emerged from the white arc, only a little bigger than a pinhole, all over the white eye motionless, as if every black spot Dotted pupils were staring at Lin Sanjiu.

When it was about to bump into Lin Sanjiu, it suddenly controlled its steps—obviously, it sensed it.

The breath of the Corrupted species is thick and heavy. Although it cannot be called a stench, it seems to be a heavy smell that has been decayed for many years and there is no stinking substance left.When being sprayed by that breath, Lin Sanjiu's skin involuntarily tightened, as if some kind of film was stuck on it, making one suspect that it could not be washed off.

It tried to suppress its anger for a few seconds before finally opening its mouth: "When you do something, you have to consider the consequences."

It may be too late to beg it to let itself go now, right?

Lin Sanjiu's calf was spinning. Although she was so regretful that she wished to apologize to Bianshuo, she understood rationally that she must not show weakness now—once she gave up the advantage she had now, she and the lady tour guide would be completely finished.

In the glass booth, the dark degenerates stared at her from a distance, with their long arms resting on the glass, motionless, unable to tell what it meant.

"You don't think about the consequences at all when you do things." Lin Sanjiu tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and said in a steady voice, "You are actually a human being, right? You are the staff here, otherwise why would you treat the exhibition stand?" The structure is so well understood? Even if ordinary tourists go in, they don’t know how to open the partition in the exhibition stand. So what’s the matter with you, do you want to secretly experience it yourself while it’s not open, but you overplayed it? "

This possibility was thought of when she turned on the consciousness mimicry.If the fallen species escaped from the booth by chance, they would have no reason to stay in the hall, let alone harm the hall; but now the fallen species not only maintained the arrangement and order of the hall, but also showed a strong understanding of the booth structure. , In-depth understanding of the tourist experience - not to mention the most important question: Since the value of the fallen species is extremely high, why are they just thrown in the hall and no one cares?
Even if it is an office building before the doomsday, they still know to keep a security guard.

From the black-striped nostrils in front of him, there was another burst of hot stench.

"This man, oh, is your human body, and now my consciousness is tightly wrapped around his neck. I can feel his pulse... every time he beats, I just need to push hard, then I will cut off a neck, and I guarantee that the larynx, trachea, and neck bone will not be connected at all, and only the skin will be left. What will happen then? Your consciousness will not return to your body. Have you considered the consequences of being a degenerate for half your life and being hunted by all the evolutionaries walking in the clouds?"

The flat mouse still didn't speak.The dark and depraved species where the tour guide was, seemed to have stuck his entire black face to the glass, as if he wanted to see every word she said.

"You didn't talk too much just now, it's really quiet now." Lin Sanjiu remembered what the flat mouse said, people who experience the fallen species still remember that they are evolutionaries, and they won't be willing to become the fallen species from now on. No lie. "Tell me, did I guess right?"

The flat mouse slightly tilted its head back.The male human hand suddenly lifted up from the ground, as if a man was wiping his hairsprayed bangs, and stroked his white eyes—the dense black spots gradually disappeared until only the central one was left. Two small pupils.

"It has become the most annoying stalemate." The arm with the human hand seems to be able to stretch as long as it wants, and it is full of joints. At this time, the flat mouse is like a thinking person, holding the other elbow with one hand , put one hand next to the white eyes, and tapped his "face" thoughtfully. "What do you want?"

It didn't answer directly, Lin Sanjiu was not surprised.

"It's very simple. We were just passing by. We don't care what happened to you. You immediately tell Miss Bee how to return to your human body, and then you return to your own body. We immediately leave."

Everything the flat mouse does seems to be putting on a show, including its thinking. "It sounds like it doesn't do me any harm...but how do I know you won't talk nonsense when you go out?"

"I'm not interested in asking for trouble, whether you believe it or not, it's the way it is anyway," Lin Sanjiu made a very impatient look, and urged: "Tell me quickly, how do people who experience the fallen species return to themselves?" Body?"

Perhaps it shouldn't be a surprise—the Flat Mouse graciously agreed.It turned its head slightly, and a small black dot emerged from the edge of the white arc-shaped eyes. It seemed to have infinite regret in its tone. It looked at the lady tour guide behind and said, "It's a pity. Look at my shriveled body. I know how much I need a living human body... Oh, okay, okay, don't worry, the reason why she can't go back is because she doesn't know the password."

"Password?" Lin Sanjiu was taken aback.

"With the strengthening of the nerve line, the human consciousness can easily occupy a dominant position, suppress the consciousness of the fallen species, and control the body of the fallen species. But the consciousness of the fallen species is still there. What if it enters the human body along the nerve line What about the body? You haven't thought about this, have you?"

The flat mouse gave two very annoying laughs, and said: "The password is needed at this time. Only the human consciousness who knows the password can come and go freely. Whether it is a human evolutionary or not, the nerve line is a one-way street, which can only enter but not exit."

It really makes some fucking sense—only then, a new problem arises.

"Then you tell the guide lady the password now, don't the fallen species know it too? What if the fallen species enters her body before her?"

Bian Mouse spread his hands and said, "Then we have to see who moves faster."

Absolutely not.

The tour guide's combat power is average, and her reaction is probably average. She probably won't be able to snatch the fallen species; really, why did she get involved in this muddy water?
Lin Sanjiu suppressed the bouts of irritability, anger and regret in his heart, and tried his best to withdraw his consciousness, and suddenly there was a desperate and sharp inhalation sound from under the round platform, even if it was just an unconscious body, it was on the verge of suffocation A distress signal was issued—Bian Mouse was shocked, and dense black spots suddenly appeared on the white arc-shaped eyes, and screamed: "What are you doing!"

"If you don't help, you'll just wait until you die as a degenerate." She said coldly, "I have an idea."

She was still firmly holding the neck of the man under the round platform with her consciousness, and released the two cards in her other hand—she was bound by iron chains, so she could only let them fall to the ground and kick them at the flat mouse.

"Don't you have two hands, you write down the password and show me."

The two hands stretched out unwillingly, holding the pen.The password is a mixture of numbers and words; Lin Sanjiu stared at the line of passwords for a long while, and ordered Bianmouse to paint out one of the numbers 6—on the painted black, she ordered Bianmouse to write down He asked a prompt question: "How many people should there be in today's tour group according to the original plan?"

The lady tour guide naturally knew the answer when she thought about it; Lin Sanjiu was even more afraid of what the mouse would do on the paper, so she stared at it and retreated a step or two away from her, and handed over the password paper that she had checked repeatedly. He raised it up; the jet-black corrupted species was immediately attracted attention—everything went smoothly, everything went a little too smoothly.

If Flat Mouse had any plans, it was probably waiting for the moment when the tour guide came out from under the round platform—at that time, his attention was attracted by the tour guide, and in a flash, it might have something to do. action.

Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to let go of his consciousness at all, and quietly turned on [Painting style mutation version with a ding] to prevent accidents.However, the Flat Mouse seemed to be sincerely cooperating. Until the black, corrupted creature in the glass tube fell two steps back and suddenly sat down on the ground, it didn't do anything unusual. It just threw the password paper on the ground and said: "It seems that my task is completed. Can I go back?"

Lin Sanjiu's first reaction was to refuse—but another thought popped up in time, holding her tongue like a hand.Not to mention how unreliable the degenerate species is, a species that will seize every opportunity to do evil; just take that man who neglected his duties as an example, can he cooperate with himself so confidently, without doing anything?
It definitely has a plan, the question is what plan?
The dark and corrupt species was still sitting on the booth, motionless for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly; almost at the same time, Lin Sanjiu caught a small sound coming from under the round platform - "Miss Tour Guide" Live" came over.

"Wait," she shouted suddenly, "don't come out, there's a—"

Before the word "Fu" could be uttered, a long shadow suddenly jumped down from the empty screen wall, and rushed towards the round platform door that had just been opened a little bit.

(End of this chapter)