With a "hiccup" sound, as circles of things tightly wrapped around her chest and abdomen, a stream of air surged up into her chest, and finally rushed out of Lin Sanjiu's trachea, forming a burp. She heard
Teacher Yi smiled very inappropriately, and then felt that the power he had been losing just now gradually stopped.
She looked down in the dim light and saw that half of her torso was covered in white. The blood stains spread out a little and then stopped. The round gauze bandage roll shrank in the blink of an eye.
More than half of the time, she was undulating slightly in her hand, and she seemed to be out of breath from the exhaustion just now——
"Xiaosha," Long Er called through a patch of grass, his voice trembling slightly: "Well, um, is Xiaosha still there?"
Could it be that "Xiaosha" refers to this roll of gauze? It's such a casual and cute name...
Lin Sanjiu glanced at the bandage roll in his hand that was panting, and wondered if he should cut it off from his body. This guy even had a name, and he was panting from exhaustion. Maybe if he cut it off with one knife, he would
Let out a scream...
"Great, there's one more thing." Long Er also saw the bandage in her hand clearly, and the world-weariness on his face lightened a lot as he breathed a sigh of relief: "Come on, give it back to me!
It will fall off on its own."
As if she heard his words, the gauze rolled back slightly, and the bandage was disconnected from her body with a "pop"; the bandage between the chest and abdomen quickly tied itself into a knot, and then there was no more sound, as if
It turned into the most ordinary gauze.
"But I can't return it to you now," Lin Sanjiu said a little apologetically, her voice still weak: "Before I crack the secret room, nothing seems to be able to leave the copy."
Long Er looked at the roll of bandages, took a breath, and rubbed his face vigorously. When he raised his head again, his expression suddenly condensed, and he immediately raised a finger behind her - without him saying anything, Lin
Sanjiu touched the ground with her toes and jumped far to the side; she could almost feel a gray and rotten breath suddenly brushing past her shoulders. Although her heart was gripped by the pain that broke out in her chest and abdomen.
, but managed to avoid it unscathed.
Like the "little gauze" in her hand, she also gasped lowly due to the heavy injuries.
The "fatal injury" transferred to her by the corpse... was indeed not something that could be easily fooled.
Lin Sanjiu put the bandage card away and turned her head to glance at the contact device in the distance. When she was unconscious, she relied on a strong obsession to contact the gift package to call it out, but now
After a minute or two, Libao didn't call her again.
Isn't it because he can't spare any time?
Should she take the initiative to contact him? The fact that he didn't call may mean that the situation on his side is different; what if Ji Shanqing is currently in some difficult situation and is distracted by her call...
In a flash of thought, the empty corpse on the shoulder not far away bumped into her direction again; it buried its head deeply, and swayed its limbs into the dark night. It didn't look like it was walking on its own, but rather like it was walking on its own.
It was as if she was being pulled forward by an invisible rope and rushing forward at high speed - based on previous experiences, as soon as she got close to her, the corpse would spit out the rotten gas again.
She suspected that her injuries were caused by the rotten air.
Running like this is not an option... No matter what, we must get out of this instance first.
Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, pressed the wound on her abdomen tightly, and ran towards where the [Ability Polishing Agent] was. She had already walked around the warehouse countless times, but she couldn't think of anything.
She didn't understand how the murderer left this completely locked room after the murder - the few detective novels she occasionally read in the past were all to pass the time, and she often let the detective in the book reveal the answer without even thinking about it. It really didn't matter.
Feel sorry for yourself with mystery puzzles.
She picked up the small silver vase on the ground, and with the light in front of her eyes, she seemed to feel much safer.
"Long Er!" The only person who could help at the moment was probably the person sitting blankly outside the dungeon: "You also think about it with me -" When she said this, she coughed violently and wiped
He opened his mouth and continued to ask: "What method did the murderer use in the first place?"
Long Er didn't make a sound. It wasn't until she ran past him again that she saw clearly that Long Er's eyebrows were tightly clenched together, as if he was deep in thought. Lin Sanjiu endured the weakness and pain and did not leave.
The sound disturbed him, and he accelerated his steps, leaving the corpse behind again.
If she continued running like this with serious injuries, she would be tortured to death before dawn.
It would be great if he could also mimic the gift package... This secret room mystery would definitely not be worth mentioning to him.
After vaguely realizing that the gift bag wanted to keep her in that universe forever, Lin Sanjiu lost the ability to imitate him. She clearly remembered that when she was sitting in the wind and sand in the sky, she faced the man next to her for the first time.
The child who had always been like her brother - or sister - developed a vague fear.
Fear comes from not understanding, and without understanding, you cannot imitate.
"It's very contradictory, isn't it? I care about him, I miss him, and I'm a little afraid of him..." She gave a low, bitter smile. When she passed the contact, she hesitated for half a second, and finally ran over quickly.
"Why are you willing to answer his call, but yet you dare not take the initiative to contact him?" Teacher Yi asked.
Lin Sanjiu was startled when asked.
"Why...?"
The speed of the corpse behind her increased again, and she had to speed up her pace, almost coughing up a mouthful of blood every few steps. But Lin Sanjiu's mind seemed to be completely caught by the name "Ji Shanqing".
He murmured: "I...I always feel that if he reaches out to me, I still have some room to dodge. But if I take the initiative to walk towards him..."
It seems like it will turn into a mosquito swallowed by a pitcher plant.
Of course, her life will not be in danger. What will greet her will be long and endless... love?
"You don't dare to see him because you don't understand him," Teacher Yi said softly, more like a flicker of consciousness than ever before. "When you start to understand him little by little, you will be able to meet him with confidence.
Bar?"
"But how can I understand it?" Lin Sanjiu laughed bitterly again. That child seemed to have developed something paranoid, strong, twisted but extremely gentle because of his life experience... He seemed to know that he would give her
It brings about a situation that she doesn't like, and she has been holding back and restraining herself, and she is trembling in pain because of this restraint... The fence that restrains him will collapse at any time...
Eh?
Something suddenly stirred slightly in her mind, as if the dusty old memory had been broken and emerged again.
Lin Sanjiu opened [Conscious Mimicry] with some disbelief - the target was none other than Ji Shanqing.