Perhaps Lin Sanjiu accidentally made a noise in his excitement. The black figure in front suddenly stopped chewing and raised his round head.
"who?"
Little Man's mouth was wet, and his words were still slurred with the liquid in his mouth. He climbed up using his matchstick-like limbs, and his pair of protruding white eyes glowed with a faint edge of light in the darkness.
He sniffed and immediately recognized Lin Sanjiu's location and turned his head towards the cabinet where she was.
"Sister, it's you," Little Preserved Egg said softly, "I can smell your scent."
When he opened his mouth, the shadow of a small piece of minced meat slipped out of his mouth; he quickly caught it and stuffed it back into his mouth.
Smell it?
Lin Sanjiu had just brushed off this thought when she saw those huge eyeballs had come closer and stopped in the dark gap between the cabinets, meeting her eyes and staring at her without saying a word for a few seconds.
Just as she was wondering, the black figure suddenly stretched his hand into the gap between the cabinets - seeing a finger like a dead branch touching her, her scalp went numb and she immediately called out "Anesthesia Gun for Privates"
, the palm on top fired a shot.
Her counterattack was unexpectedly smooth; with a slight clang of metal, the little preserved egg only let out a half-whimper, and then fell down with a "clud", and Lin Sanjiu took a breath.
This gun comes from the Garden of Eden, and the amount of anesthetic it contains shows no mercy to the target. It may be enough to bring down an elephant; whether the little preserved egg is a "replica" or a walking corpse, it can be stopped with anesthetic.
his nervous reaction.
The black shadow lying on the ground seemed to still be undulating slightly, so small that it was almost imperceptible.
It wasn't until she withdrew her gaze that Teacher Yi asked aloud: "What is that thing?"
"I don't know." Lin Sanjiu wiped the sweat from her forehead. Just listening to this familiar voice made her spirit relaxed. She hurriedly explained a few words and asked while squeezing through the furniture.
He said: "How is my consciousness? Is it enough to seal my hearing?"
"Enough is enough," Teacher Yi seemed to have read the part of her memory just now, and grasped the situation quickly: "But your consciousness has not recovered much, it is only enough to do one thing. You have to use it to
To act as your senses, or do you want to use it to mimic form?"
Lin Sanjiu perked up and then couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Needless to say?
She couldn't even figure out what happened to her companions - especially the life and death of the puppet master, which had been hanging over her head like a dark cloud. She had to rely on Ji Shanqing's mind.
She let out a long sigh and saw that the little man's shadow had been left behind, so she sat down in the narrow space in front of a bedside table, stuffed the paper ball again, and then lowered her eyes. In the gift bag
After disappearing, this was the first time Lin Sanjiu recalled him in her mind.
They once lay together under the stars and waited for dawn, and squatted on the roadside together and shared the same pot of hot soup. Lin Sanjiu used to convert half of the bookstore into a card for him, and sometimes the gift bag would rest on her shoulder.
He tilted his head, holding a book and lazily turning the pages. Occasionally, he would read an interesting passage to her, and his voice was as clear as a creek paved with pebbles; when the wind blew, his fine hair
Together with the clean smell of soap, they hit Lin Sanjiu's nose.
It was hard to imagine that during those moments of cuddling with each other, Li Bao had always maintained a lie to her.
"Don't think about useless things," Teacher Yi couldn't help but interject, "Imitate his thoughts and put his personality and way of thinking into your mind... You know what to do, don't just remember."
Lin Sanjiu took a breath and nodded: "Okay, I'll do it again."
However, when she closed her eyes, the sound of the gift bag became clear in her ears without her control.
"elder sister,"
Ji Shanqing sat on the edge of the rooftop of a building, his black hair fluttering in the wind under the blue sky. He rolled up the book, put it on his chin, lowered his head and smiled at her: "If one day we suddenly separate
what to do?"
She forgot what she answered at that time, it was probably nothing more than something like "try your best not to separate".
"How can such a thing be said accurately in the apocalyptic world?" Ji Shanqing didn't seem satisfied with her answer.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Lin Sanjiu also smiled and stretched out her arms to block him behind him to prevent him from accidentally falling.
"I don't know." He occasionally pursed his lips slightly, looking like a bright red flower falling on a piece of white jade. "It would be great if there was an 'anchor' to fix one of us. Then
The other person will know where to look."
Lin Sanjiu burst into laughter at that time.
Being able to stop wandering in reincarnation is probably the dream of every evolver——
"Classmate Lin!" Teacher Yi's voice suddenly cut off her thoughts with a bit of sharpness, causing Lin Sanjiu to suddenly open her eyes. "Didn't I say that memories can't make you activate mimicry? You don't have much time.
Come on, stop thinking so wildly."
"Somehow, I just can't control it." Lin Sanjiu was also a little annoyed. She didn't expect that she would still be unable to activate [Conscious Mimicry]. She took a few deep breaths and tried to activate the ability for the third time.
Before, she didn't forget to scan around to make sure there was no gap in the furniture where she was.
Just as she turned her eyes, she suddenly moved back and stopped on a large wardrobe. Even in the dim night, the huge mark carved on the wardrobe door still faintly revealed a faint trace.
The edge of the appointment - that was the mark she left behind.
This is the wardrobe that the so-called "dead body of the puppet master" walked into.
"What's wrong?" Teacher Yi asked in his mind.
"It's nothing," Lin Sanjiu's eyes seemed to be stuck on the wardrobe, and she finally looked back. She lowered her head, "I'll try again."
After the words fell, she also lowered her eyelids. However, within two seconds, Lin Sanjiu found herself raising her eyes unknowingly and looking at the wardrobe again.
Why are you always looking at the closet? She asked herself. Little Preserved Egg is not even a living person. How could he take it seriously if he tricked Lin Sanjiu into walking into the closet?
Having said that, Lin Sanjiu always felt like there was a thought stirring deep in the back of her mind. This feeling was very uncomfortable, as if there was a pebble in her shoe but she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked.
In Xiao Pidan's description, the puppet master with his head hanging down and his feet scratching the ground... walked into the closet... the white fat man's head... the matryoshka doll... the layers of matryoshka dolls, which can be taken off or put on...
…
The ability was still unable to be activated, and Teacher Yi's voice sounded a little desperate: "Let me tell you, what on earth did you do today—"
"I see!"
Lin Sanjiu suddenly shouted, causing countless ripples in the night. As soon as the words came out, she realized that she was not just talking to Teacher Yi in her mind, but even shouted out; she quickly shut her mouth and thought in her heart
He said to Teacher Yi: "I, although I didn't activate the mimicry, I suddenly figured it out!"
"What have you figured out?"
Lin Sanjiu jumped up and banged the coffee table next to her. There was no need to pretend to be a gift bag, because this thing was too simple - just like the word spelling game she played when she was a child, all the letters
In fact, they are all in front of you, you just need to arrange them together in the correct order.
"I know what happened to the puppet master," she said, her breathing quickening in excitement, "This matter is obvious - the puppet master is not dead, but what the little man said is also the truth!
At least, at least the part about the puppeteer should be true."
"It's really hard, I'd better read your expression directly," Teacher Yi muttered dissatisfied. After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard her slowly and suddenly realizing in her mind, "Ah.
"I heard: "That's it!"
If you find the order of letters correctly, you can spell out a word; if you find the order of these seemingly chaotic situations, you can restore the other side of things.
1. Before entering the furniture cemetery, Polva had already taken off several layers of her "matryoshka body".
2. After entering the furniture cemetery, Polva took off at least one layer of her "matryoshka body" - this is evidenced by a human head.
3. Each time Polva takes off a layer, it will become smaller.
4. The puppet master is half a head taller than Lin Sanjiu.
5. The puppet master was seriously injured and fell into coma, and had to be carried by Polva.
6. During the competition, Lin Sanjiu knew that when Bolva planned to put her "matryoshka body" back on, he had to find a place where no one could see her. The Queen of Soul even laughed at him for this.
"It turned out that he was too small at that time, so when he carried the puppet master into the closet, from a distance, he could only see the puppet master, but not Polva. No wonder Xiaopidan carried the puppet
The teacher's actions were described in such a weird way, with his head hanging down and his feet touching the ground... because he was not walking by himself at that time." Teacher Yi murmured and sighed, "Who would have thought that the truth is so simple. You
If I had discovered it earlier, I would have saved myself such a long detour..."
"I wouldn't have found it without going around in such a circle."
"Then what are you going to do now?"
Lin Sanjiu breathed out and put her hand on the closet door handle. She gently opened the closet door a crack, and the darkness in the closet, which was so thick that it seemed to be able to swallow everything, was waiting faintly inside. According to Xiao Pidan
She didn't know whether she could believe her statement that they never came out of the closet; but what else could she do except believe it for the time being?
She could already smell the unique mild musty smell inside the old wooden wardrobe, which enveloped her together with the darkness.
