If Lin Sanjiu had to sum up any life experience in the apocalyptic world, it must be that no matter what she wanted to do, it never went smoothly - but she did not expect that in the next few hours, this iron rule would be
It was actually broken.
At first, she and Bohemia tried to start with the most old-fashioned method, asking themselves, "If I were an evolver who wanted to avoid the guards, where should I hide so that the guards would not come to search me?"
After thinking about it for a long time, Bohemia suddenly slapped her on the back: "Isn't that the tool room! Aren't we the evolutionaries who want to avoid the guards?"
"Think again, is there any other place?" Lin Sanjiu coughed a few times and glanced at the NPC: "It's small and inconspicuous..."
The NPC shook his head: "Don't count on me, I don't know. Looking at my figure, you should understand that I have nothing to do with small spaces."
Do I have to go out and search in one place?
Just when she thought of this, Kurosawa Ji in the corner suddenly opened his eyes again - he was obviously a person who was very good at resting. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to be dead, so he could scare people every time he opened his mouth.
Jump: "Don't talk yet."
"What are you doing?" If you just listen to what you say, you are no longer a bohemian.
"Shut up if I tell you to."
Although she didn't understand why, Lin Sanjiu still held Bohemia's hand and motioned her to quiet down with him. The tool room quickly fell into a dead silence, and even the breathing of several people was suppressed.
It had to be gentle and shallow; she had the same origin as Kurosawa Ji's "pure touch", and as soon as her heart moved, she felt it faintly - it was an extremely indescribable touch, as if she was suddenly in the darkness.
A pair of owl-green eyes lit up.
She also turned on "Pure Touch", and the presence of several people in the tool room became vivid and clear, as strong as imprinted on the neural network. But other than that, there was nothing: no breathing or heartbeat of the fifth person.
, or the slight sound when skin rubs against cloth.
"You didn't hear anything?" Kurosawa Ji asked softly.
Lin Sanjiu shook his head.
"Did you see that ventilator?" He cast his gaze into the corner of the ceiling.
The ventilation fan was only as big as a human head, and the pages that were supposed to be white were covered with layers of thick gray. The color was so dirty that it was indistinguishable from the ceiling itself. A strip of cloth tied to the leaves hung in mid-air, frozen.
"What happened to the ventilator?" Bohemia asked. Until now, she had not received any enthusiastic thank you gifts, so she always spoke with a sense of resentment.
"...Why is there a ventilation fan where the tools are kept?" In the misty darkness, Kurosawa's eyes were as bright as an eagle seeing its prey.
This is not so much a tool room as a cupboard, not for human use at all. After 3.5 people sat crowded together, even things like buckets and mops were squeezed into the arms of the NPC——
Lin Sanjiu jumped up, stared at the ventilation fan and said, "It's impossible... except for us, there is no fifth person's voice here."
"I didn't hear it either." Kurosawa Ji said unexpectedly, "But you can't listen with your ears."
So what to use?
"Close your eyes," he whispered, "imagine yourself in a strange dark room, unable to hear or see, and then turn on Pure Touch inside. If we were the furniture in this room... you could now
Can you feel where the furniture is?"
Lin Sanjiu covered her ears, and after a long while, she finally nodded hesitantly. The feeling was both slight and intermittent, as if she had imagined it - it was a vague sense of the space around her.
The feeling of being occupied by things. If the universe is a membrane, then this tool room is like a small universe at this moment; on this membrane, the existence and weight of several people are pressed into the membrane like planets.
Possessing and distorting space.
"I... seem to feel it." She still closed her eyes, pressed her ears, and murmured: "Bohemia... is it you? You moved somewhere, right?"
Bohemia muttered: "He asked me to move."
"And..." Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes, slowly put down her hand, stared at the ventilation fan and said, "There is also a piece of 'furniture' above."
Kurosawa Ji didn't speak, and slightly raised one corner of his lips.
At this moment, the ventilation fan seemed to be suddenly pushed into the water. The color and shape rapidly expanded and melted, seeping into the ceiling, and disappeared without a trace in an instant;
A shadow quickly fell out of the ceiling, and then it drew an arc in the air like a swing, and rushed toward the door in mid-air - the figure's speed was astonishingly fast, and if nothing unexpected happened,
He should be able to escape out of the door. But he probably didn't expect that Bohemia had blocked the door early just now under Kurosawa Ji's signal. At this time, he saw a black figure rushing towards him in mid-air.
Coming over, she exclaimed in a low voice, raised her hand and threw out a wooden bird.
Lin Sanjiu's reaction was indeed very fast. She simply threw herself on the ground with a snap, just in time to avoid the wooden bird that was rising in the wind. Even if she dodged in time, she still got hit on the back.
He touched the wooden wings.
She rolled over and jumped up, almost stepping on the NPC's thigh. The big wooden bird's body continued to expand closely behind her, and did not stop until there was no more room to expand; its feet fell down.
Where Lin Sanjiu was lying just now, a man was hugged tightly in his two wings, and his body was crowded into the entire tool room. Everyone was pushed, pressed, and pressed against the wall. As for buckets and the like,
Plastic cleaning tools have long since become pieces.
"Why are you using such a big special item in such a narrow place?" she whispered angrily.
The wooden bird blocked her sight, and she couldn't see Bohemia at all. All she could see was the wooden bird's low-hanging head, which was as big as a small refrigerator, and the carefully carved wisps of hair on the top of its head.
Feather pattern. It rested its head on the shoulder of the man in its arms, and pressed him firmly into its chest with its wings. A look of love appeared on the bird's face.
"Aren't we going to catch him?" Bohemia was squeezed out of breath, but that didn't mean she had nothing to say: "Tell me, did I catch him?"
"...What the hell is this?"
"This is maternal love," Bohemia retorted, "You know nothing."
By the time they finally liberated the red-faced man from his mother's love, the latter looked almost human. Speaking of which, he was really unlucky - one of his abilities allowed him to blend into walls, ceilings, and beds.
A solid interior such as a mat can not only completely conceal his biological representation, but even the traces of his body left on the surface will form a reasonable illusion: such as a ventilation fan on the ceiling, or a stain on the mattress. He
I found a small tool room that was inconspicuous and suitable for hiding. I didn't feel confident yet, so I climbed up to the ceiling and buried myself in the ceiling. I only changed the trace above my head into a ventilation fan. Who would have expected that
As soon as they were hidden, Lin Sanjiu carried half a fat man on his shoulders and led two people in with a familiar familiarity.
"We meet again," Lin Sanjiu looked him over a few times and found that the red-faced man was recovering well and could no longer see the sequelae of being guarded. "Do you still remember me?"
"You took my things," the red-faced man said. Since he came in, his combat items have been damaged one after another. Things are different now. Especially after looking at Kurosawa Ji, he spoke more politely: "...
Do you still want my game guide from the past as a Gamer?"
Several people couldn't help but be startled.
Things went so smoothly that Lin Sanjiu became suspicious. "Did you hear that?"
"Yes, this guy is an NPC, right?" The red-faced man raised his chin towards the fat man, "I don't know why he would help you, but what he said is right. As a Gamer, I do know how to earn hidden money.
Points."
As soon as he finished speaking, a smile appeared on his face. The red paint dried to pieces on the folds of his skin, and powder fell in clusters. Whoever saw his expression knew that even if he asked,
He won't say it either.
Bohemian suddenly raised his head and sniffed like a rabbit trying to smell whether it was going to rain.
"It smells of perfume," she murmured, following the smell and smelling the side of the red-faced man. "You are ugly and tasteless, why do you know how to wear perfume?"
After being reminded like this, Lin Sanjiu sniffed twice and suddenly understood: "Have you seen Wei Xing just now?"
Not only have they met, but they must have been in close contact, so that the red-faced person's body would smell of perfume.
The red-faced man opened and closed his lips several times, and finally said unwillingly: "This is a personal feud between me and her... It has nothing to do with the current matter."
"Where is she?"
Before the red-faced man could speak, Bohemia spoke first. Her appearance at this time reminded people of a drug-detecting dog: "The perfume really smells like it was sprayed on him... Are you sure it was the woman who used it?"
Really? Maybe this guy is actually very motivated."
"Is the prison sentence on you?" Lin Sanjiu blurted out these words, and then felt that something was wrong. She had taken away all the red-faced man's special items, and there was no way he would still have room to hide a living person... However, the arrester
What about net bags for people?
"When you entered the laboratory, you had a long pole in your hand. It fell to the ground with you." She stared at the red-faced man closely and spoke faster: "When I sucked you out, there was no
Take another look at it. Why, did you find a way to get it after you came out? What is that thing for? "
"I said, she has nothing to do with the current matter." The red-faced man hesitated for two seconds, "You and her are not friends, I know..."
"Stop talking nonsense. Is Wei Xing in your hands?"
After a pause, the red-faced man slowly stretched his hands into his arms - as soon as he made a move, Kurosawa Ji, who had been staying away from the incident and was concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head; the red-faced man's hands shook.
, the thing that had just been taken out of the arms fell to the ground with a clang, opened section by section, and turned into a long pole that rolled a few times.
"This is my Swiss Army pole," he said reluctantly. "One pole, many uses..."
One of them is to open a large net bag from the pole and transform it into a huge insect catching net. As soon as the bulging insect catching net was opened, Wei Xing rolled and fell out; before she could stand up
, when she saw the environment clearly, she had already raised one hand and shouted in a low voice: "Don't believe him, I am the Gamer!"
Why is there another one?
They were on the ceiling just now and heard the conversation between several of them. This was already obvious; but why are they all vying to be Gamers?
"The population density in this tool room is too high," Bohemia complained. She looked at the guard carefully, turned her head and asked in a low voice: "Your standards for beauty are not quite right, are you?"
"What?"
"Let me tell you, why have you never complimented me on my good looks? It turns out that you think this ordinary appearance is good."
Normally?
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help it anymore - she knew it was an insignificant detail, but she still grabbed Wei Xing with her right hand wrapped in a metal glove; when their eyes met, she was also stunned.
The facial features, hair color, body shape, face shape...even the decoration on the skin have not changed at all. No matter who looks at it, they will think "this is Wei Xing" - but Wei Xing's body is so dazzling that it makes people take their breath away.
"Beauty" disappeared like a dimmed light.
"I am really a Gamer," she seemed not to notice the changes in herself, and said eagerly and embarrassedly: "Otherwise, how would I know that I could join forces with the NPC? Of course, I was sorry for you that time... but
You didn't become a guard, I'm actually happy..."
Lin Sanjiu didn't want to hear a word she said. Seeing that even the red-faced man seemed to be about to open his mouth, she waved her hand, and they both stopped talking wisely - while she was deep in thought, the tool room fell into a trance for a moment.
There was silence.
While she was distracted and thinking, someone approached the other side of the door quietly and almost silently; then, a hand knocked lightly on the door of the tool room.
Lin Sanjiu stirred out of his thoughts, twisted around, but first glanced at Kurosawa Ji - the latter's face suddenly turned foul: "What are you looking at me for? Do I look like your watchdog?"
"Well..." the person outside the door whispered, "can you let me in? I was hiding nearby just now...I heard you say you were looking for a Gamer. To be honest, I am a Gamer..."
