Gravity was taken away from his feet, and Lin Sanjiu didn't know if he was actually falling.
The last thing she remembered was that the ground was like a piece of cloth whose threads and fibers had suddenly loosened, and the gaping hole swallowed her and the puppeteer together. With their skills, the two of them didn't even have time to react.
It stands to reason that it is going down, right?
But at this moment, there was neither wind nor soil, and there was only chaos and dizziness around her. She couldn't even tell if she was breathing. It was as if she fell into a dream as soon as the ground opened.
At this moment, Lin Sanjiu came up with a seemingly unrelated thought.
She is really not a scientist because she is not curious enough. For example, she has never thought about this question: What is under the copy?
Before the question could be answered in time, Lin Sanjiu was like a spoonful of jelly accidentally spilled from the spoon, and was slapped onto the road with a "pop" sound.
How unrealistic the feeling just now was, how real this impact was: the soreness and pain in her nose, the uncontrollable tears, the bones that were shaking faintly from the shock... The air in her chest was knocked out, and she was momentarily
I couldn't even get up, and my field of vision seemed to exist outside my eyeballs, dancing in circles around my head.
What, what's going on?
As an evolved person, how could she be so helpless as an ordinary person who fell from a height, unable to even stand when she landed?
Amidst the waves of severe pain that blurred her thoughts, Lin Sanjiu gasped for air, held her hand on the ground, and finally managed to turn over. Her eyes seemed to be soaked in water, and her ears seemed to have exploded with a hornet's nest; but it was okay.
It seems that no bones were broken, but every time he moved, he rolled over countless hot iron needles.
Someone moved beside me.
She took a breath and whispered: "...puppet master?"
"Little girl,"
Accompanied by a strange, pleasant voice, a dark head poked into Lin Sanjiu's field of vision. "What are you doing lying on the ground?"
Even though Lin Sanjiu's mind was ringing with alarm bells, she couldn't get up because of the severe pain in her body. She didn't know why, but she tried several times in a row before the [Protective Force Field] finally came to an end.
It covered her - not completely.
"Hey, what is this?"
The owner of the unfamiliar voice seemed to squat down, because her questioning voice suddenly approached.
Lin Sanjiu felt someone poke the [Protective Force Field] on his leg, and then there was a "crack-pap-pap-pap" sound of slapping hands.
She was stunned for half a second before she realized that the woman was clapping on the spot.
"Hey, you actually have something like this that can be used to defend yourself! This is good! But... why do you need to defend yourself? What's the use of self-defense?"
Did she fall into a mental hospital?
Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes hard and simply ignored the woman next to her. Although the woman was a little confused, she didn't seem to have any hostility towards her; she remembered the puppet master and raised her voice and shouted: "Puppet master?"
Are you here?"
While shouting, she slowly tried to peel herself off the ground. After several efforts, she finally sat up again.
"Puppet master?" the woman beside asked: "Are you your friend?"
Why didn't he reply? Could it be that he got separated again when he fell down?
Lin Sanjiu rubbed her temples, desperately hoping that her vision would be clear and stable as soon as possible. Vaguely, she saw the woman next to her who was huge and strong, like a hill; the sky was bright nearby, and there were figures coming from far away.
Often, there is still faint talk and laughter, and it doesn’t seem like we have fallen into the depths of the earth...
Where is this place? They were thrown out of the Grand Palace of Bewilderment?
She knew better than to let the puppeteer fool around.
"Yes... he is my friend." Lin Sanjiu didn't know why, but her vision, pain and dizziness all recovered so slowly, as if she had not evolved. She blinked and said, "It should be
He fell with me..."
"Oh oh I know!"
The woman who was squatting next to her and looking at her like a strange animal suddenly slapped her thigh after hearing this and said, "I saw him."
"Really?" Lin Sanjiu raised her head, and didn't know where she was shaken. Dizziness and headache came up together, and she even had the urge to gag - it seemed like she had a concussion.
"real,"
That woman was like a child, she would be full of innocent joy when she saw a question that she knew how to answer, and said enthusiastically: "The one who fell with you is quite ugly, isn't he?"
Lin Sanjiu endured her headache, lowered her head and took a few deep breaths before finally figuring out a problem. "...Huh?"
No matter by any standard, the puppet master can't be considered ugly... right?
No...I'm afraid it's really hard to say on this point.
As the face of the woman in front of her gradually became clearer, she was really unsure.
Being strong and strong is not a problem. She has always admired women with a strong sense of strength. The problem is that the other person's eyes are too... too wide? Because this woman's face is so flat that it is almost impossible to find her.
The temples should be where they should be, but if those two eyes were moved a little further to the side, they would be buried in the hair.
The bright pearly white eyeshadow painted the large piece of skin between the eyes white, making the hollow and barren fleshy skin in the middle of her face more prominent. What really made Lin Sanjiu feel was that she was very fond of her eyes.
What she is proud of is the line of small words filled with pride between her eyes.
"Children are innocent, 5.85 centimeters".
Lin Sanjiu couldn't even remember the puppet master for a moment, and could only stare at the other person's eyes, which seemed to be five or six centimeters apart.
If someone thinks that the eye distance of 5.85 cm is beautiful, then both the puppeteer and her may be considered ugly in the eyes of the other person.
When this woman, who felt that she was not a degenerate, spoke, Lin Sanjiu didn't know which way to look at her to be polite.
"You seem to be in poor physical condition," the other party said easily, a comment she hadn't heard in years. "It's not stable when you land on the ground. But I think your mentality is quite good. If you can't stand still, you won't be able to do it."
I stood up and just lay on the ground for a long time. Your friend was different. He stood firm as soon as he fell down and was in great spirits. He didn't even need to pat the dust off, and it didn't get stuck on him. He just turned around and left!
"
Has she been lying there for a long time? How could the puppet master throw her down and just turn around and walk away?
Lin Sanjiu felt something was wrong more and more, her stomach was filled with all kinds of questions, and for a moment she didn't know where to start. She finally gathered enough strength to resist the severe pain in her body, as if she had been thrown apart, and climbed up while
He looked carefully at his surroundings.
The place where she fell was a very wide light blue stone road, which was sprinkled with a large amount of water for some reason, and the road beside her was wet and dyed blue-black.
The same stone roads crisscrossed the land in a disorderly manner, and it was unclear where they all led; sometimes a house would suddenly stand up in the middle of the road, and sometimes it would stretch out empty--the road she was on
At the intersection, there were several people standing in the distance, talking and laughing.
"Where did you see my friend go just now?" Lin Sanjiu stood up reluctantly and asked, "I have to find him immediately."
5.85 stood up, looked around, and pointed in a direction.
"Don't worry, he can't walk fast."
Just as she was about to leave, the woman suddenly added.
Lin Sanjiu stopped walking so hastily that she almost stumbled. "Can't you walk fast?" Comparing concussion and confusion, she didn't know which one was more powerful. She was confused anyway: "Why can't he walk fast? He
injured?"
"How fast can you walk with such a big, swollen, fat and swollen body?" 5.85 said matter-of-factly, "The main reason is that you have been lying on the ground for a long time. Of course your friend can walk after such a long time."
The shadows have all disappeared.”
Lin Sanjiu frowned. "No, my friend is covered in black leather and has a thin figure...that's not him you see."
In order to make sure that the two of them had not been covered by any strange blindfold as soon as they fell, she also lowered her head and checked herself; her muscle lines, skin luster, clothes...even the ballpoint pen line was still there, nothing unusual.
"Didn't they fall together?" 5.85 seemed surprised, but you have to look at both sides of her face to truly confirm this. "Then I don't know, but there aren't many buildings nearby. Come on, run faster and go around.
After a few laps, I think we can find him."
Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth and swallowed the words again.
After the severe pain and dizziness caused by the fall gradually faded away, the vague worry she had felt before finally became a heavy and hard fact, stuck in her chest.
...She can't run fast anymore.
But she would never mention this matter to a stranger, no matter how enthusiastic and harmless the stranger seemed.
In addition, her keen intuition was like a stimulated heartbeat, beating stronger and stronger in her mind, almost making people doubt whether the woman would hear it.
If it had a sound, then it was desperately sending two warning messages to Lin Sanjiu.
One, don’t ask yourself where you are.
Two, look up at the sky.
Two days before I took leave, I had no inspiration at all. Writing an outline felt like hitting a wall. I simply ignored it and spent the first two days reading a long novel called 7 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (I don’t know Chinese).
name, if you are interested, search it up), it is indeed well written. This is the first time I have seen that the expression of a detective novel can be so unique and creative, and the writing style is also fresh and interesting. It belongs to the type where you can’t guess the ending until you see the end (
That’s why I was able to read more than 450 pages in two days). But like most detective novels, you are always using your brain and not your emotions. After reading such a big book, you will inevitably feel that something is missing. Readers do not care about the text.
Characters, so much so that I felt it was unfair that an important character was rescued in the end.
I've gone a long way, but to come back, I had two days of free time thinking about the doomsday outline, but on the third day I suddenly had a sudden surge of inspiration, and I had it all within an hour (it had nothing to do with the book I was reading), and I felt that my new ideas were quite interesting.
