Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1889 Lin Sanjiu's Skills
...Although he was woken up from his nap, the man in red in front of him has a pretty good temper.

Lin Sanjiu sized each other up a few times and thought to himself.

A few minutes ago, she watched helplessly as the window of the room on the first floor was pushed open, and a bare foot protruded from it.She thought that she was about to see a strange-looking person again, but she didn't expect that when the person got out, the strangest thing about him was that he was not wearing shoes.

The man was about thirty to forty, thin, with a slightly arched back, his skin, eyeballs, and fingertips were all dry and yellow, as if they had been dried out by years of smoking.

"Let's go together," said the red T-shirt with drooping eyelids while patting his trouser pockets, not knowing what he was looking for. "Are you new here? Just to show you the way."

Lin Sanjiu raised his eyebrows.There are quite a lot of enthusiastic people here?

"Oh, I forgot, it hasn't been put away yet." The red T-shirt turned around talking to himself, walked to the motel billboard, and put a hand on the post.

Without even a noticeable gap, the entire motel suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the open space, and in the sudden surge of bewilderment, she had a keen intuition that the small voice was still subtly and clearly reminding her, don't ask, don't ask.

…the putting away of a house that might be a special item is not surprising in itself.The problem is that the effects of special items, like her evolution ability, are either asleep or dull; even the thread left by [Mother Weaving] on her waist, although it vaguely feels like it is still there, is still there. Long gone.

If other people can use items like him... My situation will be much worse than I thought before.

The red T-shirt obviously didn't notice her surprise; he put away the hotel, stood on the road, and yawned happily, his mouth seemed to be reluctantly closed, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

"Let's go," he wiped his eyes, shuffled his feet, turned and started on the road.

Lin Sanjiu didn't move.

"Why do you go in this direction to participate in the symposium?"

Looking back, the red T-shirt still looked like he had been smoked by life.

"Ah? Should be? Isn't this the direction of the symposium..." He scratched his face and admitted: "I don't know either."

Anxiety pierced Lin Sanjiu's heart like a hot needle.

She has too few clues, maybe the fat man turned somewhere on the road when he came, or he might have indeed gone to the symposium.

For Lin Sanjiu who doesn't know anything at the moment, it doesn't matter where she goes next; whether her decision to follow is right or not can only be determined by luck, and she will know afterward.

After all, if you keep up with a local, at least you have the opportunity to inquire about information.

"I've never attended a forum before," she asked as she walked a few steps behind the red T-shirt, looking at his back, "how about you?"

The red T-shirt doesn't seem to care that his back is exposed to a stranger. "It's not surprising. You seem inexperienced, like a newborn. I have only participated in a few times in the past 40 years, let alone you."

40 years?Lin Sanjiu sized him up a few times.

Like 5.85, she couldn't see any great strength in him, which was probably the level that can be seen everywhere on the streets of the Twelve Worlds.Maybe they, like themselves, have blunted evolutionary abilities?
Lin Sanjiu really wished he could be more anxious.

In the ten minutes or so of searching for the fat man just now, she discovered that this feeling of "sleeping power" is so natural, it is so natural that she is not in a hurry.Her combat power has been suppressed several times, but it has never been like this moment, as if her body was soaked in a hot tub and relaxed involuntarily—if she didn't think about it deliberately, she would almost forget that she still had combat power.

"Not many forums?" She asked deliberately.

"In recent years, there have been more and more people. There was no chance to hold a symposium before." A pair of bare feet in a red T-shirt slammed on the ground, but the soles of the feet were not dirty. "Don't look at me as slovenly, but I'm actually a more motivated person who focuses more on self-improvement... There are also people who are very arrogant, firmly believe that they are the best, and refuse to listen to other people's experience..."

He seemed to be easy to spread out in all directions while talking, which fell into Lin Sanjiu's hands.After listening for a while, she understood the general idea: what he was going to attend seemed to be an event for people to communicate and learn from each other—it was really a symposium worthy of the name.

Lin Sanjiu searched for the fat man in his field of vision over and over again, thinking about the forum in his mind.There are many people in the symposium, so it should be more convenient to inquire about the whereabouts of the puppeteer; what's more, there must be clues that can reveal where they are in the information they exchanged and learned - even if there is no shadow of the puppet master on the road, I am afraid that there will be no puppeteer. Gotta go see it.

Following the red T-shirt walking for a while, there may be no clues for the time being, but she has another discovery that she doesn't know how important it is: the people here seem to be very peaceful.

Regardless of whether you recognize someone or not, when you see someone on the road, the red T-shirt will nod at the person—for the first time, Lin Sanjiu almost thought that he was meeting with his accomplices and was finally going to attack him.

5.85 is obviously not a special case; when other people saw her, their attitudes were very friendly, and they called her "Are you new here?", "Ask more if you are not used to it", "Just ask for help"... Some are enthusiastic, some are polite, some are shy and friendly, it's like falling into a peach blossom garden.

But how do they know they are new here?

Lin Sanjiu kept this question in his stomach several times, but in the end he still didn't ask it.

They didn't seem to be hostile, but she still didn't dare to speak much.Sharp intuition is no guidebook; when in doubt, she prefers to be cautious and keep her mouth shut.

As the red T-shirt said, almost all the people who went in this direction were going to attend the symposium; as the two walked, the figures in front of them gradually became denser.As the number of people increased, the buildings, street lights, and roads began to look more and more decent. Before he knew it, Lin Sanjiu looked around and found that he was already walking in a small town.

This small town seems to come from a noisy brain: eccentric, lively, and full of vitality.

A gold rush-era wooden western tavern next to a cement-gray travel agency office; clowns with stripped make-up and shabby costumes stand on the street selling a string of dejected balloons; a few children sit in a spooky abandoned building In front of the houses, they counted the worms they caught; suddenly a large piece of the ground swimming pool was torn apart, and there was no buffer nearby. If the driver of the truck parked by the roadside stretched his feet out, he would fall into the water.

"Oh, I have an impression of the person you mentioned."

When Lin Sanjiu inquired about the fourth person, the other party finally gave an answer that made her heart pound.

"I walked past here about ten minutes ago, hey, I've lived all these years, and I've never seen such an ugly one." The aunt wiped her hands on the apron while thinking, "It's the same as you , is also a newcomer, right? Why don’t you pick a good-looking one when you make friends, and it’s so annoying when we meet each other. But I don’t know where he went. I was looking for eggs at the time, and I glanced up. I happened to see him standing at the corner of the street, fiddling with something in his hand, which seemed to be used to imprison people."

"Prisoner? How do you know?" Lin Sanjiu leaned over, almost wishing to jump into her memories and see for herself. "What kind of thing? Is there anyone in it? What kind of people are in it?"

The aunt was startled, as if she was afraid that she would bite her suddenly. "It was quite far away, so I just glanced at it...Anyway, there is a large mass floating in the air, and I can't see it clearly inside, but it seems to be a black figure sitting there? Wait until I find the egg and take another look. That person disappeared."

Too, too smooth, right?

"That's great,"

When Lin Sanjiu was so excited that her hands and feet became hot, the red T-shirt who had been waiting patiently beside her seemed to also heave a sigh of relief with her, and said, "We are so close, with your ability, can't you find it as soon as you look for it?" Yet?"

　I always feel that the writing in the past two days is a bit awkward. It's just the formation of words and sentences, and the arrangement of them is awkward.The sentence in the middle means that I don’t know the mental activity of the big fat man. I still translate it from the English in my head... Sometimes when I write Chinese, the first thought is English, and when I write English, Chinese comes out. Anyway, I can use whatever I write. The underwear is like a bed sheet, the material is not enough, subconsciously I want to get another one to make up.

As soon as the puppeteer left the stage, the popularity dropped a lot recently.This makes me a little vigilant. I usually warn myself a few more words, not to walk the puppet master hard for popularity (although he does have the most roles), and the story line should be the most important.

　
(End of this chapter)