Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1951 Delivery to Lin Sanjiu

Lin Sanjiu stood at one end of the corridor, and the dark and narrow corridor in front of him stretched all the way to the wall at the opposite end, vaguely giving way to a section of stairs.

As soon as she understood her situation, she walked through the upstairs and downstairs of this apartment as quickly as possible: Fortunately, the situation was better than she expected, because room 10 on the first and second floors The location where it should be is actually the stairwell—that is, there are only eighteen rooms in the entire apartment.

Among the 109 rooms, four rooms 201, 204, 209 and 108 are being renovated, the door is wide open, and buckets of wall paint are piled up on the dark and empty ground.No one needs to go in, just take a look with your head, and you can see that these four houses are not connected to the exit; in this way, after deducting the room [-] that you have already been to, Lin Sanjiu only needs to check ten rooms next. There are three rooms.

...However, thirteen rooms are not a small number.

Lin Sanjiu walked back to the first floor and found that the door of room 108 was closed.It was pitch black under the crack of the door, with neither light nor the shadow of Xiao Xu, the intermediary, like an actor who left the scene silently after completing the task, and I am afraid that no one would be able to escape even if he smashed the door.

She remembered what the intermediary said again.At this moment, Lin Sanjiu can't wait to unravel every word said by the intermediary and open it up; because she has too few clues available now, she must first find a starting point for herself and pull out the first thread from the mess.

"He said that people are still living in the apartment room where the exit is, so I want to find the exit from his house." She used Teacher Yi as an echo board and organized her thoughts: "... also That said, an apartment room with an agent waiting for a client can't be an exit, right?"

Teacher Yi gave a thoughtful "hmm" and said, "It should be like this."

Then, next, she should try to distinguish which apartment is the resident and which apartment is the intermediary; if it is an intermediary, she doesn't have to bother to go in at all, which can save a lot of time.

However, how to tell the difference?
Under the crack of the door of Room 102 on her right, there was a dark shadow at this moment, as if someone was standing behind the door looking at her through a cat's eye—same as 106 and 108 just now.

Could this be a sign of an intermediary?
She had just thought of this, when she suddenly heard a laugh that seemed to be from a child behind the door of Room 102. Then, the black shadow under the door retreated, turned and ran away, and disappeared behind the door.

If there are children living in it, it shouldn't be an intermediary... In other words, she has to judge by the sound coming from the house?
Lin Sanjiu turned his head and glanced at Room 101 beside him.There was no sound from behind the door at this time; the first sound she heard was the man inside bumping his feet, complaining that the "bargain" was out of power-not at all proving that he was the resident here.

"You have already spent two or three minutes," Teacher Yi reminded, "You have less than twenty or ten minutes left now."

"This is really disturbing." Lin Sanjiu swept his flashlight and eyes in the corridor ahead, and the restlessness was like a balloon that couldn't be suppressed on the water, floating up stubbornly: "I'm here for something. If you want to do it, it’s not to accompany the arsenal to play house.”

Before she finished speaking, she was heartbroken, and simply reached out and grabbed the doorknob of Room 101—since she couldn't get rid of it, she opened the doors one by one; didn't the intermediary just now have nothing to do with her?
However, she turned around and failed to turn the doorknob.

Lin Sanjiu turned it twice again, and the door lock clicked—it was locked.

"Who are you?" A vigilant male voice suddenly sounded in the room, "Why are you opening my door?"

The one who spoke like this must not be an intermediary; Lin Sanjiu pushed hard twice, but the apartment door, which was part of the copy, was immune to her power and did not shake.

Could it be that the way to tell the difference is...is this?

She thought for a while, ignored the wary man behind door 101, turned around and took a few steps to the door of room 102, turned the door handle, and found that it was also locked.

"No way," Mr. Yi obviously thought of the same place: "The house with the unlocked door is an intermediary, and there is no exit; while the houses of the residents who may have exits inside are all locked?"

It seems to be true. When people go home, they usually have to lock the door... If the way to identify which one is an intermediary is actually to see if the door is locked, it is really not good news.

Cursing in a low voice, Lin Sanjiu quickly knocked on the door of Room 102 a few times—since he couldn't go in directly, he had no choice but to ask someone to open the door.

After the knuckles hit the door with a series of crisp sounds, she finally heard a slow footstep approaching behind the door, and stopped at a place separated by the door.

"Who is it?"

Lin Sanjiu was startled, his hand was hanging on the door, and he didn't fall down again.

"My mother said that she won't let me open the door to strangers when she's not at home." The male voice behind the door sounded like he was 30 years old at least, but he deliberately made a high-pitched childish voice, like a child Dragging the words, talking, and sniffing. "Not even big sister."

...Obviously they are tall enough to see themselves through the cat's eyes.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but took half a step back.

Not to mention what's weird about the person behind the door; he won't open the door at the moment, and she can't open it, so how can he get in?How could she have so much time if she had to spend time convincing him?What's more, if every resident had to try her best to trick her into opening the door...

Just when she didn't know what to do for a while, she heard the sound of the door lock spring being released suddenly behind her, and someone pushed the door open——she quickly looked back, and found that the person who opened the door was not 101, but 103 room number.

A piece of candle light leaked out from the crack in the door; a middle-aged woman held a plastic bag containing garbage in her hand, put it towards the door, then raised her eyes, and glanced back and forth between Lin Sanjiu and the door of Room 102. The ring was fixed on her body immediately.

Lin Sanjiu remembered that not long ago she heard a voice scolding a child from Room 103, it must be this middle-aged woman.

"You found the wrong place." The middle-aged woman looked straight at Lin Sanjiu without looking at 102, and said slowly, "Think about it again, did you knock on the wrong door? You What are you looking for?"

Every word seemed to be a finger secretly poking at Lin Sanjiu's waist, silently urging her to quickly understand her hint.

Lin Sanjiu took another step back, further away from room 102.The hint of that middle-aged woman can be said to be clear.

102 The black shadow under the crack of the door moved, the sound of breathing came out from the crack of the door, and there was a slight sound, like sticky palms sticking to the door panel.

"I... I'm looking for an exit," Lin Sanjiu retreated to the door of Room 103, looking over the woman's head, wanting to see if there was an exit in her room. "Do you know where it is?"

The middle-aged woman paused. "Are you looking for an exit? You want to go into the apartment and find an exit?"

It really didn't sound normal—Lin Sanjiu didn't have time to speak, but the middle-aged woman smiled, opened the door slightly wider, leaned forward and took a step out.

"The people who live in this place have tried their best to trick you into their homes, and you still want to take the initiative to send them in?"

　Two days ago, I finished reading a crime novel written by an Irish writer, 56 days. The background of the story is Dublin under the epidemic in 2020. It is beautiful.There are many second- and third-rate novels in the category of thriller/crime, but this one is well written, the characters can make me empathize, and the story is also a natural surprise when it is revealed layer by layer.Speaking of which, I still clearly remember a graffiti slogan I saw when I was traveling there - "eat pu*sy, not animal, go vegan!"

People are old, not as good as your cool kids...

　
(End of this chapter)