Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 918 Principles of Confrontation

"I...I ate hot spring eggs and fried noodles last night."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot lighter.Confiding to it was such a natural and natural thing that when she deliberately suppressed the speed of her confiding, she even seemed to feel uncomfortable all over.

She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to stop, not to pour out all the thoughts in her head in one breath.

Talk about delaying the time first, and then think of a way...

"Fine. And then?" the voice behind the door encouraged with interest.

Lin Sanjiu recalled it.

After opening the hot spring egg, the thick yellow heart slipped into the plate from the egg white - she still remembers this scene very clearly; the oily brown light and rich aroma of fried noodles with soy sauce are also vivid in retrospect.Although she "confided" her dinner to the hole-eyed monster, nothing unusual seemed to happen.

Her memory is still well preserved in my mind.

What's going on, did she guess wrong?
"That..." She picked out things that were not painful, and tried to be as brief as possible: "Then I drank a glass of juice and went for a walk in the garden."

The man behind the door paused.

"...Unexpectedly, you are still a rich man." He seemed to be a little jealous suddenly: "You even have fruits, vegetables, eggs and a garden, so why mess with the fallen species?"

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth, he suddenly recovered and bit the tip of his tongue tightly again.Compared with confiding, this kind of unknowingly started conversation may reveal more information——she pretended to be thinking, and turned her eyes quietly.

The man behind the door was right, Changzuo had been fighting with nothing but air.The creature that once pretended to be the voice of Lin Sanjiu is hiding somewhere in the darkness, like a screenwriter and a director, creating and directing every step of Changzuo's activities: "...Yes, you go to the right In a blink of an eye, I didn’t expect to find that there was a big guy waiting for you on the right! You almost sent yourself straight into its hands.”

Sure enough, the long foot flashed to the right, and then bounced up like an electric shock, almost tripping himself.It let out a "hoo" in its mouth, and swept the bone of its right arm to the side—but it didn't know that all the efforts it had done were useless.

"Continue talking." The voice behind the door was urging at this moment.

The countless dark holes seem to have some kind of wonderful attraction, which can attract people's emotions, feelings and thoughts into that deep, dark, but safe and warm hole.

It would be much easier if I could just give up struggling like this.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the hole in front of him, clenched his fists tightly, but still whispered: "I hope I can get out of here tonight..."

"Oh, yes, tell me more about your desires." The voice behind the door raised slightly.

"I'm just planning to borrow a path from the Conservation Garden. After all, this is a path I've traveled, and it's safer to walk again." She murmured, "I really didn't expect that the Conservation Garden at night would become so Dangerous, even such non-human and non-degenerate creatures have..."

The card at the foot is still lying quietly on the ground.She never expected that she would be unable to resist like this tonight—now, at best, she could barely control the speed of her "confiding" and delay as much as possible.

Slow down, go back a little bit.

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback for a moment, and followed his thoughts back to thinking for a while.

Logically speaking, she can't resist now... But isn't the method of "controlling the speed and only picking out useless information" a form of passive resistance in disguise?
Why such resistance on it?
What determines that she "can't pick up cards" but "can suppress speed"?
She faintly felt that once she found this key answer, she might also find the key to get out of the current situation.

"Yes, our research has been conducted underground." The person behind the door smiled and interrupted her thoughts: "After all, on the bright side, we are just a base for producing fallen species."

Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised his head and glanced at Changzu.The latter was still struggling with the imaginary enemy. Accompanied by the sentence "Your leg was cut", it really cried out in pain, and a piece of cloth and blood splashed from its calf.

"It...was produced here?" She pointed at Changzu and asked.

"Of course, you can tell by its age." Probably to lure Lin Sanjiu to talk more, the voice behind the door replied patiently: "The fallen species that were produced just after the end of Biluo Huangquan are long gone. gone."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, and carefully selected a sentence, and slowly opened his mouth as he watched the dark creature full of hollows in front of him.

"Long foot is for revenge, it will kill you all."

This sentence was spoken very smoothly, without any hindrance - although this is also one of her forms of "confrontational consciousness".

When the person behind the door suddenly laughed, Lin Sanjiu lowered his eyes.

"By that degenerate?" The person behind the door raised his voice, "My child walks that degenerate like a dog. Its life and death are all in one sentence!"

"I'll help it survive," she tried to whisper.No problem, this sentence is also said.

"Really?" The man laughed again, "But don't you want to talk?"

"Think." Lin Sanjiu glanced back at the iron gate, and replied, "I really want to. But—"

"but what?"

"I just want to tell it, I don't want you to hear it."

The man sneered: "Please feel free. Xiao Kong, I promise that she will confide in you."

The huge creature named "Xiao Kong" slowly lowered its face towards Lin Sanjiu again—on the pitch-black plane, more holes gradually opened.

It is too difficult to keep silent under so many holes.But at this moment, Lin Sanjiu had no intention of fighting against her desire to confide. She looked at the densely packed holes in front of her and said in a very low voice, "I understand."

"Xiao Kong" looked at her motionlessly, perhaps not understanding.

"I understand your influence on me, and what kind of rules it contains." Her voice was so low that only she could hear it, and as soon as she uttered it, it was drowned out by the noise from Changzuo not far away. "It's actually very simple... If you are at point A and I am at point B, then any direct confrontation between us is not allowed. I can't pick up a card to deal with you, it is equivalent to drawing a straight line from point B Connected to point A; but I can control the content and speed of what I confide, because the ultimate object of the act of 'controlling' is not you. So I can also help Changju survive, in that case, it is the ultimate object, point A There is still no direct confrontation with Point B."

Lin Sanjiu stopped, and slowly smiled.

"Finally found it," she murmured to herself in a low voice, "That depraved species, you'd better thank me later."

(End of this chapter)