Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1892 Remember the name of this world?
Lin Sanjiu stretched out his hand and pulled the sheet over his head even lower, making sure that only his chin was still visible.

Probably the only good thing about this quirky town is that it's quirky.If it were in another place, someone would wrap themselves tightly in sheets and walk on the road, which would definitely attract a lot of stares and suspicions; at this moment, the calves coming and going in front of her eyes did not stop , as if no one had paid much attention to her.

Lin Sanjiu smiled wryly.

Unexpectedly, there will be times when she would rather try to call out a bed sheet dozens of times than take out special items-not only because special items may not be effective in this place, but more importantly, how can a dungeon use special items? What about items?
Fortunately, the evolutionary ability and special items are either inactivated or fell asleep... Otherwise, if she makes a move when she is ignorant, she will immediately become the target of public criticism, right?

Although I don't know exactly what happened, Lin Sanjiu has already affirmed that everyone walking in front of me is essentially a copy.

It's funny to say that before this conjecture appeared, she ran around like a headless chicken among various mysteries; once she had a conjecture, it was very simple to prove it.

"Have you dealt with many evolutionaries recently?"

When Lin Sanjiu followed the truck driver into the town, he asked a question nonchalantly on the surface, but in fact his stomach was almost knotted with tension.She asked very vaguely on purpose. After all, the fact that the other party is a dungeon really makes people think and is hard to explain. "What are the odds of their success...?"

"I've been pretty laid back lately."

As the truck driver spoke, he sighed—it was a miracle that he didn't hear the pounding heartbeat in Lin Sanjiu's chest.

He continued: "I suspect that it is some evolutionary who put the news about me in the 'Dream of [-] Worlds'. Now the people in my area seem to be alert. When they see a truck appearing on the road from a distance, Just go around the circle immediately."

Lin Sanjiu forced himself to inhale slowly and exhale slowly, suppressing every muscle in his body that wanted to vibrate.

The amount of information in this sentence is far greater than it appears on the surface-he is indeed a dungeon; but if the dungeon site is the truck, what about him?Is it a copy creature, or a copy host?
Whichever it is, it's clear that these "duplicants" have broken the rules and can not only leave the dungeon, but even take their dungeon with them: the truck driver with the truck, the red t-shirt with his car hostel.

"The area I can cover is the four or five streets. Once they go around those streets, I can't do anything. I can only drive on the streets over and over again, hoping to meet some people who haven't heard the news Bad luck."

"I'm different from those dungeons who enjoy hunting..." The truck driver frowned, and suddenly asked: "You said, why do we have to be driven by this instinct to swallow as many evolutionaries as possible?"

The dungeon also produces this kind of self-awareness and self-examination?Could it be that he doesn't want to?

Lin Sanjiu was speechless for a moment, so he could only confuse the past with a sigh.

"How are you?" The truck driver asked after a few seconds of silence, "Your type is relatively rare."

Coming, Lin Sanjiu quietly wiped the sweat from his palms on the long coat.

"I'm envious of you," she said nervously, her throat was dry, and she coughed, "I can't take the initiative to search for evolutionaries... I can only put a few threads out when the time is up, and whoever meets it counts. As for what happened to those people, whether the old friends they met were friends or enemies, I don't know."

After thinking about it over and over again, she felt that the copy of "Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land" should be such a running program; if it is wrong, if there is something she doesn't know yet——

"It's the same torture as me." The truck driver nodded, "Even if there is no one around, you have to keep trying..."

Passed!
Lin Sanjiu let out a breath silently, and could still feel the lingering fear on his skin.

Sure enough, thanks to the dungeon line of "Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land" on her arm, the people here—no, the dungeon people here all regard her as a dungeon too.

No wonder they all fell together, everyone was very friendly to her, but the puppeteer became a caged bird; no wonder Red T-shirt thought she had the ability to "find people as soon as you look for them".

But this means that the copy of [Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land] is not here?Not every dungeon can come to this place?
Although Lin Sanjiu still had countless questions in her mind, she knew that she couldn't spend too long with the truck driver.

Fear of leaking words is only one aspect; on the other hand, although she tried to hide her appearance with a long coat, the red T-shirt now knows that she has a problem, so she will definitely not ignore her.If his warning was spreading through the town, she had to get away before it reached the truck driver.

Between dungeons and dungeons, they were very kind and friendly; Lin Sanjiu just made an excuse, and the truck driver nodded at her, and invited her to visit him next time—"We all need to find an evolutionist, say Maybe we can work together?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't even know what he answered.

After she wrapped herself in the sheet, she realized that her back was wet with sweat under this thin and fragile sense of security.

I can't delay... I must find the puppeteer as soon as possible, and then go out as soon as possible.

The dungeon in this place doesn't seem to be stimulated, it's more like the "shell" of the real dungeon—otherwise, she wouldn't be able to get out of the yard of the carp pond, or the grove—but the more peaceful the surface, the more peaceful she was. The more restless I feel.

This kind of peace is completely unreasonable.

It stands to reason that Lin Sanjiu has been exposed, but she walked half a circle around the town, and the "search team" she imagined did not appear—it was as if the red T-shirt kept silent and concealed her whereabouts. like.Why?
Before she had time to think about a result, she suddenly stopped on the empty land outside the town.

Lin Sanjiu slowly lifted the sheet, and looked into the distance without blinking.

Her guess was right... she finally found it.

The one in the distance seems to be a pale giant that has been swollen and swollen beyond recognition. At first glance, there is a gray and dilapidated white swan swimming ring stuck around its waist.The swimming ring looked too small, sunk deep into the swollen snow-white, vesicle-like skin; only those who have personally walked through a copy of the lake tour can tell that it is a ship with a hollow bottom and reduced size cruise ship.

In the thick green lake beside him, there was still a dark figure floating.

　Too sleepy, finally finished writing, goodbye my friend
　
(End of this chapter)