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Chapter 1880 Cement Cell

Chapter 1880 Concrete Cell

As soon as he realized that he had left the living room and before he had time to look around him, Lin Sanjiu's vision went dark.

The doll's house copy was really annoying in every sense of the word - she groped with her hands and found a chair next to her, and when she counted to three in her mind, the lights still didn't come on.

Obviously when Lin Sanjiu was listening to the dungeon introducing the rules just now, he was counting two numbers in his mind, and the lights would turn on and off once.

She was listening to the introduction attentively and did not dare to be distracted, so she only took the time to try it two or three times, but the results were the same each time. Unexpectedly, as soon as the dungeon officially started, the duration and frequency of light and dark switching quietly changed, and the dungeon man

Boy, he didn't even say a word about this.

When she counted to four, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Under the snow-white light that turned blue, Lin Sanjiu found that she was standing behind a large mahogany desk - standing opposite the desk was a face exactly like her own.

one.

Under the light at this moment, the amber eyes on the baby's face looked dark, looking straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes without any expression.

...Place your initial position in the angle between the desk and the wall, and use the doll to block the way forward; how can you pretend to be fair?

two.

Lin Sanjiu grabbed the swivel chair next to her, and when she counted to three in her mind, the chair had been lifted high into the air; she raised her arms, and the chair was wrapped in the wind and hit the person opposite her.

Four.

The lights were still on; even though the other "Lin Sanjiu" was essentially a doll, her skills were not slow. She immediately lowered her waist and the chair flew over her head and landed on the ground with a thud.

However, although the "Lin Sanjiu" doll dodged the chair, she didn't pay attention to the desk that was kicked out by Lin Sanjiu at the same time. The heavy mahogany desk swept across the ground like a pendulum, and it was about to fall.

When he bumped into the doll, the room suddenly went dark without warning.

Lin Sanjiu cursed inwardly and understood: there may be no rules for the subsequent switching between light and dark.

Although the doll was no longer visible, the room was quiet, and she did not hear the muffled sound of the desk hitting the human body - probably because the doll immediately changed position as soon as the lights went out.

Fortunately, no light was needed to call the card. She hurriedly waved her hand and spit out a long stick from the palm of her hand. In the darkness, she swept the long stick into the wind and tried to slow down.

Walk out slowly.

...where did it go?

As soon as this thought came up, my eyes happened to light up again - indeed there was no pattern. The duration of the darkness last time seemed to be particularly short.

She quickly looked around and found that she was almost in the middle of the study room, with the door just a few steps ahead on her right; the ornaments on the desk were falling into a mess, with computers, folders, pen holders and other sundries lying on top of them.

It was spilled on the floor in front of the bookshelf on the left.

In the study, there was only another "Lin Sanjiu" missing.

The place where the doll was standing just now was in front of the bookshelf on the left, about three meters away from behind the desk... When the light is on, the doll cannot teleport...

etc.

As soon as Lin Sanjiu thought about "you can't teleport when the light is on", all the hairs on her body stood up - she knew where the doll was.

As she hurriedly twisted around, the room suddenly became dark again; however, just before it became dark, Lin Sanjiu saw it.

She saw the "Lin Sanjiu" doll turning its head with her and showing her the back of its head.

The distance between where the doll was standing just now and the wall of the study room was only three meters, and Lin Sanjiu walked forward as soon as the light went dark - this meant that after the doll teleported, it appeared in front of her.

behind.

The doll cannot teleport when the light is on, but it can imitate her movements synchronously; the doll that looks exactly the same was exactly like her just now, swinging the non-existent long stick in its hand and slowly walking towards her from behind.

.

Standing in the darkness, Lin Sanjiu felt cold all over.

What now? Where did the doll go? Did it go behind him again?

No, the doll is not important. As long as she can be repelled by force, she is not in danger. What is important is the safety of the puppet master. If she doesn't find him for a moment, she will be so panicked that she can't calm down - she can't bear to lose one more person.

.

Everything was pitch black, Lin Sanjiu continued to sweep his long stick around him repeatedly, and retreated towards the door of the study. When the lights suddenly turned on, the study was empty, and the bookshelves, floor, wooden table... were all glowing with a layer of darkness.

As white as under the morgue lights.

She touched the door handle with her backhand, and her eyes were still searching the study room - there was no sign of the doll anywhere.

While the light was still there, Lin Sanjiu quickly opened the door, stepped outside, and closed the door behind her. When the door closed, the entire dollhouse became dark again, and she didn't even read the book clearly.

What exactly is outside the door?

She leaned her back against the door and pointed the long stick in her hand straight ahead. Even if she wanted to close her eyes again, she could only open her eyes wide and wait for the light to light up again.

We must consider that in addition to the possibility that the "Lin Sanjiu" doll may chase and replace himself, it may also go to the puppet master... He should be able to tell the difference, right?

However, even if he can't tell the difference, there is no need to worry about him coming into physical contact with the doll for the time being - the puppeteer will never touch her skin unless absolutely necessary.

After this thought, the darkness also passed; Lin Sanjiu half-squinted her eyes and realized that she was in front of the living room again.

The living room of the doll house is very large. When the two of them entered the dungeon, they entered through the wall on the right side of the sofa in the living room. But now she changed the direction, and there was the sofa in the living room about ten meters away.

On the dark TV screen in the distance, a small, vague image of myself was reflected.

Where's the puppeteer? He's not in the living room anymore either.

*

"Then, the copy starts now, please try your best to hold on until the end!"

As soon as the copy started, the puppet master knew that he had been "picked up" from the living room and placed in another place.

This alone caused his fingers to flex unconsciously. This was a small movement when he had the desire to kill; each time his pale and slender fingers slowly straightened, the joints trembled slightly, as if they were squeezing something.

A kind of resistance that digs your fingers deep into the depths of the target's life.

If you have time, you will naturally have opportunities after you go out.

As for now...this seems to be a bedroom? There seems to be a bed in front of him.

Four.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and the puppeteer glanced around and found that he was indeed facing a bed. The bedroom was very large, and the king-size bed seemed to be floating almost alone in the pale light; the end of the bed was facing

The bedroom door was closed tightly, and there was a distance of six or seven meters between the two.

The bedroom was empty and empty except for him.

The puppeteer slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned his back on the pillow at the head of the bed. His thin, almost rugged body was hugged bit by bit by thick soft cotton.

The eyes suddenly switched to darkness - it seems that the next light turning on and off depends entirely on the dungeon's will, and there is no pattern at all.

...I really want him to take a good look at what the doll should look like.

Several pillows were stacked up, soft and supportive. The puppeteer leaned on the pillows and felt vaguely that he felt a little more comfortable, but he couldn't be sure.

I don't know since which year, his body seemed to have become a concrete cage, narrow, hard, and cold; if he didn't lean on something soft and stayed alone with his body for a long time, it seemed that even his soul could not move.

A dull pain will begin.

The duration of darkness this time was particularly short; it was so short that just as the puppeteer raised his arm, the lights in the room came on again.

He looked at the puppet master standing at the end of the bed, his body stiff, and almost wanted to laugh.

...It turns out that I have become like this now.

With a wave of the puppeteer's hand, the doll was like a marionette whose strings were pulled. It was "pulled" straight up from the end of the bed, and was smashed into the bedroom with unimaginable speed and force.

On the right wall - the wall in the dungeon absorbed the vibration, but still couldn't hide the dull impact sound.

The "puppet master" slid down from the wall, and his cervical vertebrae had obviously been broken by gravity, and his head was limp and tilted to one side. But as the copy said, the doll did not suffer any intrinsic damage and was moving its shoulders and moving its head.

Twist it back again.

"Being a copy of a creature is much luckier than making me angry."

In the darkness that fell again, the puppet master's soft, cool and sinister voice sounded.

He was already standing by the bedroom door and reached out to open the door.

Although I have sorted out the story line and wrote part of the text yesterday, I still hurriedly posted it as soon as I finished it... I really miss the luxury of being able to adjust and revise slowly after writing Miledy when I was writing it.

By the way, I recently bought a very interesting book. It is for collection. It is not actually a book. It is a collection of mail-order catalogs from a department store in the United States in 1902. Because there are no photos, all the products are drawn and full of...

There were all kinds of weird things (the IQ tax at that time was no less than it is now), as well as an electric belt that looked like a treatment (it seemed because the introduction was very implicit), a double-barreled shotgun for $8 a piece, and a horse-drawn carriage for more than $50.

...I find it quite interesting.


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