Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1881 Cement Cell
As soon as he realized that he had left the living room, before he had time to look around, Lin Sanjiu's vision went dark.

The dollhouse dungeon was really annoying in every sense of the word—she fumbled around and found a chair next to her, counting to three in her head, but the lights still didn't come on.

Obviously just now when Lin Sanjiu was listening to the introduction of the dungeon, he counted two numbers in his heart, and the lights would turn on and off once.

She was concentrating on listening to the introduction at the time and didn't dare to be distracted, so she only took the time to try two or three times, and the results were the same every time; she didn't expect that as soon as the dungeon officially started, the duration and frequency of switching between light and dark would quietly change, and the man in the dungeon Tong, he didn't even say a word about it.

When she counted to four, her eyes lit up.

With the light that was so white that it turned blue, Lin Sanjiu found himself standing behind a large mahogany desk—a face that was exactly the same as his own stood opposite the desk.

One.

Under the current light, the amber eyes on the doll's face looked black, looking straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes without any expression.

…Put your initial position in the corner between the desk and the wall, and use the doll to gamble on the way forward; how can you pretend to be fair?
two.

Lin Sanjiu grabbed the swivel chair beside her, counting to three in her heart, the chair had already been lifted high and lifted into the air; she shook her arms, the chair was wrapped in the wind, and smashed to the opposite self.

Four.

The light was still on; don't look at the other "Lin Sanjiu" who is essentially a doll, but she is not slow in skill, she immediately lowered her waist, the chair flew over her head, and landed on the ground with a "boom".

However, although the doll "Lin Sanjiu" dodged the chair, she didn't pay attention to the desk that was kicked out by Lin Sanjiu at the same time; When I bumped into the doll, the room went dark in an instant without warning.

Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly in his heart, and understood: the next switch between light and dark, I am afraid there will be no rules at all.

Although the doll was no longer visible, the room was quiet, and she didn't hear the muffled sound of the desk hitting the human body—probably because the doll changed its position as soon as the light went out.

Fortunately, the calling card does not need to be lighted. She flicked her hand hastily, and spit out a long stick from the palm of her hand; Go out slowly.

...Where did you go?

As soon as this thought came up, the eyes just happened to light up again—as expected, there was no pattern, and the duration of the darkness last time seemed to be particularly short.

She quickly looked around, and found that she was almost in the middle of the study room, the door was a few steps ahead on her right; The floor was spilled in front of the bookshelf on the left.

In the study, there was only another "Lin Sanjiu" missing.

The place where the doll was standing just now is in front of the bookshelf on the left, exactly three meters away from behind the desk... When the light is on, the doll cannot teleport...

and many more.

As soon as Lin Sanjiu thought about "you can't teleport when the lights are on", all the hairs on her body stood up - she knew where the doll was.

When she turned around in a hurry, the room immediately became dark again; but just before the darkness fell, Lin Sanjiu saw it.

She saw the back of the head that Liang showed her when the "Lin Sanjiu" doll turned its head with her.

Just now, the doll was only three meters away from the wall of the study, and Lin Sanjiu walked forward when the lights went out—this also means that after the doll teleported, she appeared in front of her. behind.

The doll cannot teleport when the light is on, but it can imitate her movements synchronously; the doll that looks exactly like me just now is just like me, while swinging the non-existent long stick, slowly walking towards her from behind .

Standing in the dark, Lin Sanjiu felt cold all over.

now what?Where did that doll go?Did you go behind yourself again?
No, that doll is not important, as long as it can be repelled by force, it is not in danger.What matters is the safety of the puppeteer; if she doesn't find him for a moment, she will be so panicked that she can't settle down—she can't afford to lose another person.

It was pitch black all around, Lin Sanjiu continued to sweep the long stick repeatedly around his body, and retreated towards the door of the study; when the light suddenly came on, the study was empty, the bookshelves, the floor, the wooden table... were all covered with a layer of White as if under the lights of a morgue.

She touched the doorknob with her backhand, and her eyes were still searching the study in circles—there was no sign of the doll anywhere.

While the light was still there, Lin Sanjiu quickly opened the door, stepped outside, and closed the door behind him.At the same time as the door was closed, the whole doll's house became dark again, and she didn't even see clearly what was outside the study door.

She leaned her back against the door, pointed the long stick in her hand straight ahead, even if she wanted to close her eyes again, she could only keep them wide open, waiting for the light to come on again.

It must be taken into consideration that besides the possibility that the "Lin Sanjiu" doll will chase and replace him, he may also go to a puppeteer... He should be able to tell the difference, right?

However, even if he can't tell the difference, there is no need to worry about him having physical contact with the doll for the time being—the puppeteer will never touch her skin unless it is absolutely necessary.

This thought turned around, and the darkness passed; Lin Sanjiu half-closed his eyes, and found that the living room was in front of him again.

The living room of the doll house is very large. When the two of them entered the dungeon just now, they entered through the wall to the right of the sofa in the living room; but now she has changed the direction, and the sofa in the living room is about ten meters away.

On the dark TV screen in the distance, a small, vague self is reflected.

What about the puppeteer?He is not in the living room anymore.

*
"Then, the dungeon starts now, please try to hold on to the end!"

As soon as the dungeon started, the puppeteer knew that he was "taken" from the living room and placed in another place.

This alone made his fingers stretch unconsciously.This is a small movement when he has the desire to kill; the pale and slender fingers, every time they are slowly straightened, the joints tremble slightly, as if they are squeezing through some kind of resistance, and want to plunge the fingers deep into the depths of the target's life.

If there is time, after going out, there will naturally be a chance.

As for right now... this seems to be a bedroom?There appeared to be a bed in front of him.

Four.

The eyes lit up instantly, and the puppeteer glanced around and found that he was facing a bed as expected.The bedroom was huge, and the king-sized bed seemed to be floating alone in a pale light; the end of the bed was facing the closed bedroom door, and there was a distance of six or seven meters between the two.

The bedroom was empty and there was no one else but him.

The puppeteer slowly sat down beside the bed, leaning his back on the pillow at the head of the bed.His skinny and thin body, which was almost bony, was hugged by thick soft cotton bit by bit.

The eyes suddenly switched to darkness - it seems that the next lights will be turned on and off, depending on the intention of the dungeon, there is no rule.

...I really want him to take a good look at what a doll should look like.

Several pillows were stacked up, soft and supportive. The puppeteer leaned on the pillows, vaguely feeling that he seemed a little more comfortable, but he was not sure.

I don't know from which year, his body seems to have become a concrete cage, narrow, hard, and cold; if he doesn't lean on something soft, and spends a long time with his body alone, it seems that even his soul can't move. To start a dull ache.

The duration of the darkness this time was extremely short; it was so short that the puppeteer just raised his arm, and the room was brightly lit again.

Looking at the stiff puppeteer doll standing at the end of the bed, he almost wanted to laugh.

...It turns out that I have become like this now.

With a wave of the puppeteer's hand, the doll was "pulled" straight from the end of the bed like a marionette whose string was pulled, and was smashed into the bedroom with an unimaginable speed. On the wall on the right—the wall in the copy absorbed the shock, but it still couldn't hide the dull impact sound.

The "Puppeteer" slid down from the wall, his cervical spine was obviously broken by gravity, and his head was limply on one side.But as the copy said, the doll really didn't suffer any physical damage, and was moving its shoulders and turning its head back.

"Being a copy creature is much luckier than making me angry."

In the darkness that was re-caged, the puppeteer's soft, cool and prey voice sounded.

He had already stood by the bedroom door and reached out to open the door.

　Although I have sorted out the story line and wrote a part of the main text yesterday, I sent it in a hurry as soon as I finished it... I really miss the luxury of being able to slowly adjust and revise when I was writing Milady.

By the way, I recently bought a very interesting book. It is for collection, but it is not actually a book. It is a collection of mail-order catalogs of a department store in the United States in 1902.Because there are no photos, all the products are drawn, full of all kinds of weird things (the IQ tax at that time was no less than now), and there are electric belts that look like healing (it seems because the introduction is very implicit), A double-barreled shotgun costs $8, and a carriage carriage costs more than $50... I find it quite interesting.

　
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