"I...I ate hot spring eggs and fried noodles last night."
As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Opening up to confide in it was so natural and natural that when she deliberately suppressed the speed of her confession, she even felt like
Feeling uncomfortable.
She bit the tip of her tongue and forced herself to stop, not to pour out all the thoughts in her mind.
Let’s talk a little bit first to delay the stay, and then think of a way...
"Very good. What then?" the voice behind the door encouraged with interest.
Lin Sanjiu recalled it.
When she opened the hot spring egg, the thick yellow liquid slipped from the egg white into the plate - she still remembered this scene clearly; the oily brown color and rich aroma of the soy sauce fried noodles were still vivid in her mind when she recalled it.
Although I "confided" my dinner to this hole-eyed monster, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Her memory still remains intact in her mind.
What happened? Did she guess wrong?
"Well..." What she chose to talk about were all innocuous things, and she tried to be as concise as possible: "Then I drank a glass of juice and went for a walk in the garden."
The man behind the door paused when he heard this.
"...I didn't expect you to be a rich man." He sounded as if he was suddenly jealous: "You even have fruits, vegetables, eggs and a garden, so why are you hanging out with the degenerate?"
Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to open her mouth, she suddenly came back to reality and bit the tip of her tongue again. Compared to talking, this kind of conversation that started unknowingly would probably reveal more information - she pretended that she
While I was thinking, my eyes quietly turned around.
The man behind the door was right. There was nothing but air that Zhang Zhang had been fighting with. The creature that once pretended to be Lin Sanjiu's voice was disappearing somewhere in the darkness, like a screenwriter.
Like a director, he is creating and directing every step of Zhang Chang's activities: "...Yes, you flashed to the right, and unexpectedly you found that there was a big guy waiting for you on the right! You almost knocked yourself straight.
Straight into its hands."
Sure enough, the long leg flashed to the right, and then bounced up like an electric shock, almost tripping itself. It made a "ho" sound in its mouth, and suddenly swiped its right arm bone to the side - but it didn't know that it was
All done in vain.
"Keep talking." The voice behind the door urged at this moment.
The countless dark holes seem to have some kind of magical attraction, which can attract people's emotions, feelings and thoughts - into that deep, dark, but safe and warm hole.
It would be much easier if I could just give up struggling.
Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the hole in front of her, clenched her fists hard, but still spoke in a low voice: "I hope I can escape from here tonight..."
"Oh, yes, tell me more about your desires." The voice behind the door rose slightly.
"I just planned to borrow a path from the protection park. After all, this is a road I have walked before. It is safer to take it again." She murmured, "I really didn't expect that the protection park would become like this at night.
It’s dangerous, even for this kind of creature that is neither human nor fallen…”
The card next to her feet was still lying quietly on the ground. She never expected that she would be like this tonight and couldn't even resist. Now, the most she could do was barely control the speed of her "confidence" and drag it out as much as possible.
It's just time.
Wait, go back a little.
Lin Sanjiu was suddenly startled and thought for a while along with his thoughts just now.
Logically speaking, she can't resist now... But isn't the method of "controlling the speed and only selecting useless information" a kind of passive resistance in disguise?
Why is this kind of resistance okay?
What determines that she "cannot pick up cards" but "can suppress speed"?
She vaguely felt that once she found this key answer, she would probably find the key to get out of her current situation.
"Yes, our research has always been conducted underground." The man behind the door smiled and interrupted her thoughts: "After all, on the surface, we are just a base for producing fallen species."
Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised his head and glanced at Changzu. The latter was still struggling with the imaginary enemy. With the words "Your leg was slashed," it screamed out in pain and splashed on its calf.
There was a piece of cloth and blood.
"It...is produced here?" she asked, pointing to the long legs.
"Of course, you can tell just by looking at its age," the voice behind the door, probably to lure Lin Sanjiu to talk more, replied patiently: "There are not many degenerate species left at the end of Biluo Huangquan.
Already."
Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, carefully selected a sentence, and slowly opened his mouth while looking at the dark creature full of holes in front of him.
"Zhangzhi is here for revenge. It will kill you all."
This sentence was said very smoothly, without any hindrance - although this was also one of her forms of "confrontation consciousness".
When the man behind the door burst into laughter, Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes.
"With that degenerate species?" the person behind the door raised his voice, "My child is walking that degenerate species like a dog. Its life and death are all in one sentence!"
"I will help it survive." She tried to say softly. No problem, the words came out.
"Really?" The man laughed again, "But don't you want to talk?"
"I want to." Lin Sanjiu looked back at the iron gate and replied, "I really want to. But -"
"but what?"
"I just want to tell it, and I don't want you to hear it."
The man sneered: "Please feel free to do so. Xiao Kong, I promise she will talk to you."
The huge creature named "Little Kong" slowly lowered its face towards Lin Sanjiu again - more holes gradually opened on the dark plane.
It was too difficult to remain silent under so many holes. But at this moment, Lin Sanjiu had no intention of fighting her desire to talk. She looked at the dense holes in front of her and spoke with
He said in a very low voice: "I understand."
"Xiao Kong" was facing her motionless, maybe he didn't understand.
"I understand what kind of rules your influence on me contains." Her voice was so low that only she could hear it. As soon as she spoke, she was drowned out by the noise coming from Changzhu not far away. "It's actually very simple.
...If you are point a and I am point b, then any direct confrontation between us is not allowed. I cannot pick up the card to deal with you, which is equivalent to drawing a straight line from point b to point a.
; But I can control the content and speed of my talk, because the ultimate object of 'controlling' this behavior is not you. So I can also help Changzu survive. In that case, it is the ultimate object, between point a and point b.
There is still no line of direct confrontation between them.”
Lin Sanjiu stopped and slowly smiled.
"Finally found it," she whispered to herself, "that fallen species, it's best to thank me later."