MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2133 Kiyukuru's approach to dogmatism

Chapter 2133 Qing Jiuru's method of dealing with dogmatism

This is probably an experiment that no one has ever done in the history of the apocalyptic world.

First, humanoid objects are already very precious things, and people who own humanoid objects are generally not willing to mess with them; second, after the ability is extracted to form objects, it is rarer than humanoid objects, and most of the ten People from the two worlds may not have heard of this method in their entire lives; thirdly, apart from Lin Sanjiu's current special situation, there is no reason for anyone to let one of them put the other in their mouths to chew.

In other words, the solution that Lin Sanjiu reluctantly came up with when she was about to run out of oil was not fundamentally different from throwing her shoes when she got lost in the deep mountains. She had no idea what the result would be.

But what choice does she have?

She opened her eyes hard and watched the artist put the small amber into her mouth, and then her upper and lower teeth snapped together - only to hear a "click" between his lips and teeth, the artist's face was crooked with pain, and his mouth immediately opened again. He opened it and called out, "Ah!"

Lin Sanjiu's heart sank.

The role of the mentor determines that he can "charge", so it is easy for him to crush and destroy special items; but the artist himself, as an ordinary offensive item, seems to be unable to crush another special item... So this time, Is it useless in the end?

The artist lowered his head and spit the amber back into the palm of his hand.

The [Disease Demon], whose appearance was still intact and crystal clear, seemed to be the answer to Lin Sanjiu. It wasn't activated, it wasn't destroyed, the [Disease Demon] was still the [Disease Demon], the painter was still the painter, the dying person was still dying, and nothing happened in the isolation room.

There is no other way, Lin Sanjiu thought, now she really has no choice.

Her eyelids gradually slid down, pressing her vision into a gap that flickered, opened and closed, but couldn't resist closing.

It's a miracle that it lasted so long...

"what?"

In her blurry vision, the painter looked at the [Disease Demon] in his hand, and seemed unwilling to say, "Ah, ah?"

Lin Sanjiu's last glance at him happened to capture the artist's second attempt.

Without waiting for anyone's orders, he said "Ah" and put the amber in his mouth again; but this time he learned how to chew, and he stretched his neck and swallowed it whole with a "gudong" sound.

As the [Disease Demon] fell, the isolation room fell into a moment of dead silence.

... swallowed?

Lin Sanjiu thought in a trance, but did not realize the meaning of this matter.

When no one could react, the painter's mouth suddenly opened again - a large cloud of dark, coarse-grained smoke suddenly rushed out of his mouth; only this time it no longer seemed to be It swept through the entire area, but instead, it was like a small tornado composed of clouds and mist. Lin Sanjiu was stamped in the blink of an eye, and it stomped over her like a thousand troops.

With a loud choking cough, Lin Sanjiu felt as if she had become a puppet with a thread that was not attached to the right place: the thread was put into her internal organs, and then someone grabbed it all. She was pulled out fiercely; she seemed to be squeezed and tightened from the inside of her body by the force, and even the air and blood seemed to be drained in an instant.

In order to relieve the physical pain, she struggled subconsciously, rolled on the spot, jumped up, and wanted to dodge the tornado of smoke clouds that was rushing around the room-it was at this time that she heard the meaning again. The teacher cheered with relief: "Okay! You are finally healed, and I'm back!"

All right?

Lin Sanjiu lowered her head and realized that what she saw were her legs and feet, standing firmly on the ground.

Just such a simple and basic act, when he was seriously ill and dying just now, was as unattainable as a mountain.

But she does stand up again now, like... she's never been sick.

Then the others—

When she raised her head in a hurry, from the room shrouded by clouds of smoke, she also happened to be coughing one after another.

Although the visibility in the room was poor, Lin Sanjiu could still see the silhouettes of his companions: Yu Yuan was coughing, and he quickly dodged to the corner of the room, his agility was as fast as before; Pina just took a few big breaths. , and hurriedly covered his mouth again, probably not daring to inhale the smoke; Qing Jiujiu's shadow propped up against the wall and slowly got up, as if he couldn't remember where he was for a while.

Big, are you all right?

Lin Sanjiu almost suspected for a moment that this was a hallucinatory dream that she had when she was dying, and hurriedly touched her body a few times, trying to find something wrong with the pain - but found nothing.

It's okay, it's really okay, no one is dead, no one will die.

Lin Sanjiu wanted to cry and laugh for a while; she knelt on the ground with a plop, stretched out her arms to embrace Pina who was closest to her, and hugged her tightly—and even startled Pina.

This time, the cloud of smoke did not linger for too long, and soon gradually faded away; when the cloud of smoke dissipated, a painter sitting on the ground was revealed, looking more confused than anyone else.

"...Ah?" The artist tentatively opened his mouth a little, as if to see if there was any more smoke coming out. After realizing that he could no longer breathe clouds and mist, his brows were tightly furrowed together, and he asked Lin Sanjiu, "Ah?"

Lin Sanjiu also hoped that he would have an answer.

"What's going on?" Yu Yuan looked around, as if he couldn't believe it: "The woman in the corner just now... was just an illusion I had? But, it's too real..."

"Are you all right?" After Pina was finally released from her embrace by Lin Sanjiu, she looked at Qing Jiuruu and said, "You just watched... I thought you were gone."

"That's a huge loss to the literary and art world." Qing Jiuruu laughed, looked around, pointed to the painter and asked, "We all recovered because of him? How did this chimney do it?"

He lost consciousness just now, and he still didn't know what happened to Pig and Pina.

"He...he swallowed the [disease]."

Lin Sanjiu wiped her eyes, originally wanting to briefly explain the situation just now, but she was stunned for a moment as soon as she said this.

The crucial question that suddenly surfaced made her panic, she hurriedly jumped up, grabbed the painter's shoulder, and shouted, "You swallowed [Disease Demon]! You swallowed it! "

"...Ah?" The painter looked at her puzzled.

"[Disease Demon] was swallowed by you, what should I do with the puppet master?" A layer of sweat appeared on Lin Sanjiu's forehead, "You spit it out!"

The artist is obviously unfamiliar with the concept of "spit". He bent down, hugged his stomach, and did a standard "vomit" action, but nothing came out of his mouth except for the occasional "ah".

"What should I do, or I'll punch you," Lin Sanjiu turned around in a hurry, "You won't hurt, I'll punch you on your stomach..."

It was Yu Yuan who put a hand on her shoulder and calmed her down a bit.

"It won't be digested in his stomach. We must hurry out now and find a puppet master." Yu Yuan hurriedly advised, "If it works once, it will definitely work a second time. Wait until we see the puppet master. We'll think about it later."

Probably the suggestion of "going out" finally reminded the painter, who was still a nurse at the moment; when several people asked him to open the door and lead the way, the painter stood at the door and shook his head vigorously.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Lin Sanjiu was about to lose his patience—I don't know where those pigs and Yuan Xiangxi and others went. Even if they chased after them right now, would they still have time?

"Ah," the painter pointed to a few people, then to the door, shook his head and said, "Ah."

"Translate," Qing Jiuruu said to Lin Sanjiu.

"I don't—" Lin Sanjiu just started talking, but he figured it out first: "You mean, the patient can't leave the isolation room?"

The painter will be happy to be understood, and nodded hurriedly.

"The problem is that we have recovered," Lin Sanjiu patted Yu Yuan's back and said, "Look at how healthy we are, can we still be discharged from the hospital when we are cured?"

[Disease Demon] When the second attack occurred in the same person, it turned out that the previous symptoms were relieved. This is an unexpected joy that no one expected - but they have gone through such a long period of bad luck, it is indeed their responsibility Balanced once again.

The painter looked suspiciously at a few people, thought for a while, but still shook his head.

"People who are sick can't be discharged from the hospital?" Lin Sanjiu hadn't been so worried about him since he got the painter. "You think about it, is this reasonable? A bunch of people who are not sick lie here in isolation?"

The painter seemed to have a mechanism around his neck that could only shake his head, but he still disagreed—even when Lin Sanjiu asked him, "Are we healthy people", he agreed, but when it came, "Let's go out." when he started shaking his head again, like a humanoid dogmatist machine.

"Then I'll smash the door." Lin Sanjiu's hands were itchy for a long time, but as soon as she said the words, the person who stopped her was Qing Jiuruu.

"This is a 'hospital' formed by the doomsday factor. Judging from the automatic growth and assembly of building materials, I am afraid that it is not a good way to be hard." He pointed to the door sealed with steel and glass and said, "Besides, our Isn’t everything in the hands of the medical system? What if the damage we cause will be deducted by the medical system and compensated?”

"Then what do you say?"

Although Qing Jiuruu looked worried, he was still very reasonable, calm and generous. He raised his hand to the painter, and gently signaled that the latter could go: "You are just a nurse, we shouldn't make it difficult for you. You go, we will think of a way."

The painter suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, waved goodbye to several people, turned around easily, and put his hand on the door - when he stepped outside, Kiyomiku was already behind him, into the hallway together.

For me, the ideal temperature of the living environment is about 18-20 degrees, and if it is higher than this standard, I will be a sign of Godzilla. But watching the climate crisis gradually intensify, the temperature line of warm winter and severe summer is gradually increasing, I am afraid that life will become more and more uncomfortable in the future... Air conditioning is not the answer, because it has a great impact on the environment.