Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2134 Qing Jiuru's method of dealing with dogmatism
This is probably an experiment that no one has ever done in the history of the doomsday world.

First, human-shaped objects are already very precious things, and people who own human-shaped objects are generally not willing to mess with them; People from the Second Realm may not have heard of this method in their entire lives; third, apart from Lin Sanjiu's current special situation, no one had any reason to let one of them chew the other in his mouth.

In other words, this method that Lin Sanjiu reluctantly came up with when she was about to run out of oil and lights was dying out was not fundamentally different from throwing her shoes when she was lost in the deep mountains. She had no idea what the result would be.

But what choice does she have?

She opened her eyes as hard as she could, watching the painter put the little amber into her mouth, and then she closed her teeth together—only to hear a "click" between his lips and teeth, the painter's face was crooked in pain, and his mouth immediately closed. It opened again, and called out, "Ah!"

Lin Sanjiu's heart sank.

The role of the mentor determines that he can "charge", so it is easy for him to crush and destroy special items; but the artist himself, as an ordinary offensive item, seems unable to crush another special item... So this time , is it useless in the end?
The painter lowered his head and spit the amber into his palm again.

The [Disease], whose appearance is still intact and crystal clear, seems to be the answer to Lin Sanjiu.It has not been activated, it has not been destroyed, the [disease] is still the [disease], the painter is still the painter, the dying person is still dying, and nothing happened in the isolation room.

There is no other way, Lin Sanjiu thought, now she really has no other way.

Her eyelids gradually slid down, pressing her vision into a flickering gap that kept opening and closing, but couldn't resist the force of closing.

It's a miracle that it lasted this long...

"what?"

In her blurred vision, the artist took a few glances at the [Illness] in his hand, as if he was not quite reconciled, he muttered, "Ah, ah?"

Lin Sanjiu's last glance at him happened to capture the artist's second attempt.

Without waiting for anyone to order, he put the amber into his mouth again while "ah", but this time he learned how to behave, he didn't even chew, stretched his neck, and swallowed it whole with a "gudong".

As the [disease] fell, the isolation room fell into a moment of dead silence.

... Swallowed?
Lin Sanjiu thought in a daze, but couldn't realize the significance of this matter.

When no one was able to respond, the painter's mouth suddenly opened again - large groups of dark, coarse-grained smoke suddenly rushed out of his mouth; only this time it was no longer like It was about to sweep across the entire area, but it was like a small tornado made of clouds and mist. In the blink of an eye, it hit Lin Sanjiu, trampling over her body like a thousand troops.

With a loud cough, Lin Sanjiu felt like she had turned into a marionette whose thread was not installed in the right place: the thread was put into her internal organs, and was grabbed by someone else. She was pulled out fiercely; she seemed to be curled up from the inside of her body by that force, and even the air and blood seemed to be drained for a moment.

In order to relieve the pain in her body, she struggled subconsciously, rolled on the ground, and jumped up, trying to dodge the tornado of smoke that was rushing around the room—it was at this moment that she heard it again. Teacher Yi cheered with relief: "It's done! You're finally healed, and I'm back too!"

All right?

Lin Sanjiu lowered her head, only then did she realize that what she saw were her own legs and feet, standing firmly on the ground.

Just such a simple and basic behavior, when he was seriously ill and dying just now, it was as elusive as a mountain and a cliff.

But she did stand up again now, as if... she had never been sick.

Then the others—

When she hurriedly raised her head, coughing sounds happened one after another from the room covered by smoke.

Although the visibility in the room was poor, Lin Sanjiu could still see the silhouettes of his companions clearly: Yu Yuan was coughing, and quickly dodged to a corner of the room, his agility was as good as before; Pina just took a few deep breaths , and quickly covered his mouth, probably not daring to inhale the smoke; Qing Jiuliu's shadow supported the wall and slowly got up, as if he couldn't remember where he was for a while.

Big, are you all right?
For a moment, Lin Sanjiu almost suspected that this was a hallucination dream that she had when she was dying, and hurriedly touched her body a few times, trying to find something wrong with the pain - but found nothing.

It's okay, it's really okay, no one is dead, and no one will die.

Lin Sanjiu wanted to cry and laugh at the same time; she knelt down on the ground with a plop, reached out to wrap her arms around Pina, who was closest to her, and hugged her tightly—and even shocked Pina .

This time, the cloud of smoke did not linger for too long, and soon gradually became thinner and lighter; when the cloud of smoke cleared, a painter sitting on the ground as it was was revealed, looking more bewildered than anyone else.

"...Huh?" The painter tentatively opened his mouth a little, as if to see if there was still smoke coming out.After realizing that he could no longer breathe out clouds and mist, he frowned tightly, and asked Lin Sanjiu, "Huh?"

Lin Sanjiu also hoped that he had an answer.

"What's going on?" Yu Yuan looked around, unable to believe it: "The woman in the corner just now...is just my hallucination? But, it's too real..."

"Are you alright?" After being finally released from Lin Sanjiu's embrace, Pina looked at Qing Jiuliu and said, "You just looked at... I thought you were gone."

"That must be a great loss to the literary and art world." Qing Jiuliu laughed, looked around, pointed to the painter and asked, "We all recovered because of him? How did this chimney work?"

He lost consciousness just now, and he still doesn't know what happened to the pig and Pina.

"He...he swallowed [disease]."

Lin Sanjiu wiped her eyes, and originally wanted to briefly explain the situation just now, but she was taken aback just as soon as this sentence came out.

The crucial question that suddenly came up made her panic. She rushed up, grabbed the painter's shoulder, and shouted: "You swallowed [disease]! You swallowed it! "

"...Huh?" The painter looked at her in confusion.

"[Disease] was swallowed by you, what should the puppeteer do?" Lin Sanjiu's forehead was covered with sweat, "You spit it out!"

The artist is obviously unfamiliar with the concept of "spit".He bent down, hugged his stomach, and did a standard "vomiting" movement, but nothing came out of his mouth except for the occasional "ah".

"What should I do, why don't I punch you," Lin Sanjiu spun around anxiously, "You won't hurt, I'll just punch you in the stomach..."

It was Yu Yuan who put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit.

"It won't be digested in his stomach, we must go out now and find the puppeteer." Yu Yuan hurriedly persuaded, "If it works once, it will definitely work the second time. When we see the puppet master We can think about it later.”

Probably the suggestion of "going out" finally reminded the painter that he is still a nurse at the moment; when several people asked him to open the door to lead the way, the painter stood at the door and shook his head vigorously.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Lin Sanjiu was about to lose his patience - he didn't know where those pigs and Yuan Xiangxi and the others had gone. Even if they caught up right now, would they be able to catch up in time?
"Ah," the painter pointed to several people, then pointed to the door, shook his head and said, "Ah."

"You translate it," Qing Jiuliu said to Lin Sanjiu.

"I don't—" Lin Sanjiu started talking, but he thought about it first: "You mean, patients can't leave the isolation room?"

The painter would be happy to be understood, so he nodded hurriedly.

"The problem is that we are cured." Lin Sanjiu patted Yu Yuan's back and said, "Look at how healthy we are, can't we be discharged from the hospital after we recover?"

[Disease] When the same person had the second attack, the previous illness was relieved. This is a surprise that no one expected-but they really deserved the bad luck of walking for so long. They are balanced again.

The painter looked suspiciously at a few people, thought for a while, but still shook his head.

"People who are well can't leave the hospital?" Lin Sanjiu has never been so anxious to him since he got the painter, "Think about it, is this reasonable? A bunch of people who are not sick are lying here and isolated?"

The artist seemed to have installed a head-shaking mechanism around his neck, and he still disagreed—even when Lin Sanjiu asked him, "Are we healthy people?", he agreed, but when it came to "Then let us go out." ", he started shaking his head again, like a humanoid dogmatic machine.

"Then I'll smash the door down." Lin Sanjiu's hands were already itchy, but when she said the words, it was Qing Jiuliu who stopped her.

"This is a 'hospital' formed by doomsday factors. Judging from the automatic growth and assembly of building materials, it may not be a good idea to force it." He pointed to the door sealed by steel and glass and said, "Besides, our Isn’t everything in the hands of the medical system? What if the damage we cause will be deducted by the medical system for compensation?”

"Then what do you say?"

Although Qing Jiuliu looked worried, he was still very reasonable, calm and magnanimous.He raised his hand at the painter, and gently signaled the latter to go: "You are just a nurse, we shouldn't make it difficult for you. You go, we will think of a way."

The painter breathed a sigh of relief silently, waved goodbye to several people, turned around easily, and put his hand on the door - when he stepped outside, Qing Jiuliu was already behind him , into the corridor together.

　For me, the ideal temperature of the living environment is about 18-20 degrees. If it is higher than this standard, I will become a Godzilla.But seeing the climate crisis is gradually intensifying, and the temperature line of warm winter and severe summer is gradually increasing, I am afraid that life will become more and more uncomfortable in the future... Air conditioning is actually not the answer, because it has a great impact on the environment.

　
(End of this chapter)