In an instant, it was as if a burst of blood exploded in his brain; Lin Sanjiu couldn't hear anything for a while, couldn't see clearly, and only the sofa in front of him was left. His body was quickly pulled into the gap.
At the same time, her five fingers formed into claws, and she swooped down in the wind, piercing the fabric at once, grabbing the seat cushion and throwing it out with her backhand.
The moment the seat cushion was pulled off the sofa, her ankles suddenly loosened; even for a flash of lightning, Lin Sanjiu still saw a shadow suddenly disappearing into the dark gap between the chair back and the seat.
, disappeared.
At this time, her whole calf sank into the gap of the sofa; as soon as the shadow disappeared, the sofa frame seemed to come back again, and the narrow gap pinched her calf painfully - but Lin Sanjiu kicked her hard a few times
But there was nothing under my feet, as if there was an endless abyss under this narrow crack.
Pulling out her legs, she hurriedly jumped off the sofa. When the wind blew, she felt a layer of white sweat forming on her body.
The skin of her calf was so painful that it hurt; there was still a dead silence in the furniture cemetery, and the quiet darkness enveloped high and low shadows. The only sound in the night was her own heavy breathing, as if everything except her was quietly
I held my breath.
Panting, Lin Sanjiu approached the sofa.
The dark gap was so narrow that it seemed like it could barely accommodate an adult's finger. She stabilized her heartbeat, arched her body slightly, and raised her fist in the air - when her fist held
When the huge force hit the sofa seat hard, there was a loud bang, and even the outer layer of fabric could not cover the suddenly shattered wooden frame of the sofa; the broken pieces of wood, fabric, and flying cotton pads were all
It was as if it had been exploded by a cannonball, and all the energy was sprayed into the air.
Lin Sanjiu covered her face with one hand, narrowed her eyes and glanced under the fragments of the sofa.
Even the wooden frame that kept the sofa in shape had been smashed, and now it was nothing but a pile of rags; she was not surprised that there was nothing in the depths of the rags.
Kicking away a few pieces of broken wood, the concrete floor underneath was revealed. The abyss that she couldn't reach the bottom of just now seemed to be all her own imagination.
This feeling is really frustrating.
She looked around - the side of the sofa was like other parts of the furniture cemetery, crowded with countless items of all kinds, including wardrobes, including wooden ones, iron frames, simple cloth ones...
...Waiting for about ten kinds; endless layers of furniture were piled up so densely that it took a while to even look at them one by one.
Lin Sanjiu stood there, feeling the sweat on her body gradually cool and dry; after hesitating for a few seconds, she opened "Nothing Happened", and finally took a step towards the direction Lu Ye came from just now, stepping over the pile of broken things.
Remains of the sofa.
A tapestry was waiting for her behind the sofa. The tapestry seemed to be covered with some small items. It was unclear whether it was a lamp stand or a vase underneath. It was piled crookedly and half as high as a person; Lin Sanjiu took it from it and a
While squeezing between the bars, I kept my eyes fixed on the tapestry, fearing that another hand would reach out from the shadows below it.
However, to her surprise, the rest of the journey was uneventful.
All the sounds fell silent. No more "walking corpses" were seen, nor the body of the fat man. There seemed to be only endless furniture of all kinds. Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel nervous at first.
After the endless climb and trek, I gradually relaxed; as soon as I relaxed my mind, countless questions came to my mind again.
Just as she and "Luye" said, the Supreme God must have blocked the way out of this cemetery now. Unlike previous contestants, she did not have the option of "escaping" - so she wanted to end it
In this current situation, there is actually only one way: activate [Pygmalion's Collar], obtain the data body ability, and analyze this ghost place.
Of course, the puppet master is the best candidate to activate the collar, but when he thinks of him, Lin Sanjiu feels as if his heart is weighed by a thousand pounds of bricks. If he really dies, then besides "his death" itself,
, also means that the Supreme God must have analyzed him and obtained his memory - just like Lu Ye.
Pushing forward from this point, at least two results can be deduced: first, after the Supreme God got the news he wanted, this furniture cemetery still exists, indicating that he intends to trap them all here; second,
, the Supreme God also learned about the existence and function of [Pygmalion's Collar].
In this case, would he still allow Lin Sanjiu to analyze the furniture cemetery without any precautions?
The more she thought about it, the more Lin Sanjiu's heart sank. As soon as the puppet master died, he almost died with the hope of their escape; all she could do now was to quickly find a companion, no matter it was
Everyone——
When she thought of this, her thoughts and her footsteps suddenly stopped together.
She listened.
The quiet night was dark and dark, without any movement or sound.
If she didn't have the ability of pure touch, she might not be able to detect anything; but now, Lin Sanjiu felt uncomfortable all over her body, even in her pores, as if she felt something through countless layers of veil, but it was vague.
The ground is not clear.
He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. A tall round table, a bench, a bookshelf, a fish tank filled with sundries... they all stood quietly in the darkness. Lin Sanjiu frowned.
, carefully climbed over a stack of rattan chairs and approached the fish tank.
The fish tank is as high as her side and is two meters wide; above is a tank with gray glass, and below is a mahogany cabinet. Through the dirty glass, you can barely see that there are various household items piled inside.
, there are magazines, handmade baskets, fruit plates, round wall clocks, dishes... They are all old and dirty, with a sense of desolation, but there is nothing strange about them.
What's the problem?
Lin Sanjiu tensed up all over, turned his head and looked behind him. The shadowy black silhouette behind him stood in the night, still the same as before. Could it be that he was too worried?
She let out a breath, and just took a step forward, the hairs all over her body suddenly exploded - she slowly turned her head, her eyes seemed to be frozen, staring at the fish tank unable to move.
On the face of the round clock, a pair of empty eyes were looking at her darkly.
There was no dial under the glass case of the wall clock, and there were no digital scales. The human face had been looking at her for who knows how long - just as Lin Sanjiu let out a half-exclamation from her throat, she suddenly took a step back, and there was a crash.
When she turned over the stack of rattan chairs, she suddenly realized that it was Mu Xin's face.
Is it Mu Xin himself? Or another dead body?
Before she had time to think clearly, Lin Sanjiu had already pounced on her again. Her heart was still beating as if it was about to break through her chest. She knocked on the glass hard and asked hurriedly: "Mu Xin? Is that you? What's going on?
thing?"
Is it possible for a living person to appear under the glass case of the dial?
He didn't even look like a human head, just a face with several deep dark holes cut out. Through two layers of glass, Lin Sanjiu could barely see his eyes clearly, and could only see his mouth - that
The black hole that should be his mouth is opening and closing, as if he is saying something quickly.
Yes, what pure touch feels is this sound wave that is sealed and cannot be heard.
"Wait a minute," Lin Sanjiu held back the cold sweat and pulled a chair over, "I'll open the fish tank right now!"
Even if he is a corpse, he is also Mu Xin's corpse; no matter what, she must find out what happened to Mu Xin.
The face on the clock opened and closed its mouth faster; Lin Sanjiu couldn't hear what he said, so he simply stood up straight on the chair and focused his gaze on the top of the fish tank. The top of the fish tank was made of wood and thick.
The thick opening and closing plate connected the light tube and the oxygen supply device. Except for a narrow space for feeding feed, the rest of the place was sealed. It was difficult to pry up the entire top at once - she would not even kill it.
He would only put one arm into the fish tank, so he bent down and shouted: "Can you get out of the way? I'm going to break this glass tank!"
The face opened and closed a few more times, and this time, Lin Sanjiu finally noticed that those deep hole-like eyes seemed to be moving vaguely.
It seemed... that she was looking in a certain direction behind her.
Lin Sanjiu slowly straightened up and put his hand on the wooden top without looking back.
When the sound fell silent, she suddenly twisted her body without warning, and a tornado rolled out from the whip suddenly rushed to the back, quickly crushing a large piece of furniture in that direction with the force of swallowing the sky; the roaring wind
The dead silence just now was instantly drowned out - but in the roaring wind, Lin Sanjiu suddenly heard a faint, familiar voice.
"Lin Sanjiu - you bastard - you dare to hit me -"
Her heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly put away the whip; but she couldn't take back the tornado she had unleashed. She jumped off the wicker chair and rushed into the layer upon layer of wind that swept across the world. Countless pieces of furniture were swept up in the air.
, some had been minced, and some had been pulled into strange shapes, quickly hovering in the airflow; among the dark shadows of various furniture, Lin Sanjiu could barely see a flesh-colored thing, which seemed to be pretending to be something.
After entering the washing machine, it turned into a ghost.
When she tried her best to pull the thing out of the wind, the Queen of Soul looked dizzy and at least half of her life was gone.
"It's never easy to hit an enemy with this damn thing," the big meat bug lay weakly on the ground, and his voice was full of energy, sharp and sharp: "Why is it so powerful to hit me? No, why are you hitting me?"
Lin Sanjiu gasped and was speechless for a moment. She could only point to the fish tank in the distance and stood up.
She had just taken two steps, before she even got close to the fish tank, when her ankle was suddenly grabbed again.
"What are you going to do?" One of the big meat insect's tentacles was greasy and wrapped around her ankle. It was so cold that there was no warmth. "That person is not Mu Xin. I threw him into the fish tank with great difficulty... Don't go there."
Lin Sanjiu was stunned. She looked at the Queen of Soul, pulled out her feet, and took a distant look at the human face sealed under the glass case of the round wall clock in the fish tank.
Maybe she couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but she always felt that Mu Xin's face seemed to be full of vague anxiety. A black hole-like mouth opened and closed faster than before, and he seemed to be saying something at the same time.
