MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2204 The sound from the paper crane

Chapter 2204 The Voice from the Paper Crane

[My ideal career in life is a wanted criminal] After it was closed, it was as if he had just walked out of a heavy rain and took off a heavy raincoat—it had been used for so long, and Mather thought he had already It's a habit, but every time you close it, you can't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

She waited silently for a while.

The arsenal branch in the Karma Museum has long been withdrawn. It is said that the doomsday world model was activated. I don’t know how credible this legend is, but Mather still dare not relax. In the past few years, she has realized more deeply than anyone in the world what it means to be "a centipede that is dead but not stiff"—even in the arsenal that has been hit hard today, there are still enough talented people and strange people under it Put her in a place of eternal doom.

No matter what Mather thought, he felt as if he had been swayed by Gong Daoyi—if "Gong Daoyi" was really the young man's name. Otherwise, she just entered the arsenal and snatched something. How could all her information be controlled by the arsenal?

At first, she thought that the arsenal had clues like her biological pheromones, so she could track her lingeringly like tarsal gangrene; but in the last world, she finally found out After a while, she realized that the reason why the arsenal was able to make her suffer so much was because they knew something they shouldn't have known.

…Merser was never too far from a teenager named "Luzer." Although they don't know, Lu Ze is no longer in "Lu Ze" body.

As long as you grasp this point, whether it is setting a trap or waiting for a rabbit, there are more or less natural means.

But Gong Daoyi obviously did her such a big favor, why would he bayonet him behind his back?

Martha let out a breath of burning and irritated breath, and looked up again at the splintered blue sky above her head.

This is a place she found safe after repeatedly stepping on the spot. It happened to be in the gap between the two doomsday world models and was surrounded by a dense forest. She would occasionally come here to rest. At this moment, the sky above the head was cut into small pieces by branches and green leaves, and it was as calm as ever.

No, still no.

No matter how many times Mather closed [My ideal career in life is a wanted criminal] and how long she waited, she never took over half a paper crane—let alone one from Lin Sanjiu.

It's not that Mather didn't try to send paper cranes to Lin Sanjiu. But she didn't know what kind of mechanism the arsenal had planted on her body. Every time the paper crane she sent to Lin Sanjiu flew away smoothly, and when she came back, the paper crane had already fallen behind the pursuer. ;sometimes a bounty-earning evolutionary,sometimes a combatant in the arsenal.

All she can do is to wait for Lin Sanjiu's paper crane; she guesses that maybe only by sending back the paper crane that belongs to Lin Sanjiu, can she contact him smoothly... But Lin Sanjiu is Haven't made it to the Karma Museum yet?

It's been so long, she hasn't gotten a visa, or found a flood service provider?

Mather waited another half an hour, finally stood up, and patted the blades of grass on her pants. She has been disappointed so many times that she can't even produce a trace of depression at this moment; she just numbly walks out each time she walks out of the woods, trying to go as fast as possible, so that the dark shadows on her shoulders and ears Whisper couldn't keep up with her and was left behind.

In case something happens to Lin Sanjiu...

In case she robs the arsenal, in the end it is just a bamboo basket to fetch water...

Mather hastily quickened her pace, trotting down the path stepped on by herself as if running away. Among the many thoughts and whispers, there was one that she was most afraid of.

Lu Ze died, and now she has become a real living person with flesh and blood, so why can't she accept Lu Ze's death and just live her own life well?

Even if Lu Ze is the only relative she knows in this life, she is not the only one who has lost a relative, and she needs to slowly learn to accept—

Mather quickened her pace again, as if fleeing for her life, trying to escape from the shadow of that thought cage; in her haste, she didn't care about anything except the deep and shallow ground under her feet, with dense bushes, So when she realized it, it was too late.

…She stood blankly in a clearing in the forest, the sun fell from the forest, the air, dust, birdsong and the power of Karma wrapped around her, like circles of streamer.

Obviously when I came here, the power of Karma hadn't spread here...

Mather was stunned for a few seconds, lowered his head, and bent over. After a while, he finally allowed himself to sob softly.

There's no point in avoiding it anymore.

From another perspective, perhaps this is a good thing, Martha comforted herself.

She no longer has to worry about the power of Karma, which means she can go to more places and do more things. As for the karma that awaits her in the future...

In the days after she just learned that Lu Ze had died, the world that Martha saw every day seemed to be blood red. She forgot who she was for a brief moment, allowing another angry, brutal darkness to act—because she might not even get out of bed if it didn't take over her body.

Now that I think about it, she has done a lot of... evil things, and she can't even feel resentment towards the arsenal that clung to her. Perhaps it was because of the evil she committed first that she attracted Gong Daoyi.

Martha passed through the power of Karma in a daze, and walked forward step by step, not knowing what kind of judgment would be waiting for him in front of him, and when it would come.

The trial might not be here yet, but another familiar, fluttering voice suddenly made her raise her head.

Didn't she expect too much and have auditory hallucinations?

How is it possible—Mather cheered up, and looked around the sky in the forest. For a moment, she could hardly believe that she would see a paper crane descending straight towards her from the blue sky at this very moment. It landed on her outstretched hand.

"Mather?" A strange voice sounded, not Lin Sanjiu. "I have a paper crane here for you."

what happened?

"I can't tell you the specific content, but I can only tell you that the sender is a woman." The voice continued, "A while ago, there was an evolutionary who installed a signal interception device, and it turned out that regardless of whether it was relevant or not, it was intercepted all at once. There are a lot of paper cranes. The evolutionary seems to be dead, and now the signal interception device and the paper cranes are in my hands. If you want this letter, you can come to Heishiji to trade with me, and I will charge a fee Not expensive."

...Could it be Lin Sanjiu?

Mather's hands were trembling. When she got out of the forest and boarded the spaceship, she was still in a daze, not knowing how she got on the ship. Could it be that she waited so long because Lin Sanjiu's paper crane was intercepted?

Wait, she was met by the power of Karma first, and then almost immediately received news about Lin Sanjiu... Could it be that her karma was not a bad result, but a good one?

For most of the next half day, Mather seemed to be walking in a dream.

She is so full of hope and yet so full of fear. As if rushing for her life, she rushed to the trading place of Heishiji with strides, bumping into countless people along the way; but when there was still one or two meters away, Mather had to sit down and breathed for a while. Trembling, he grabbed a few coins and walked to the small stall on the ground.

"Mather?"

Lin Sanjiu's voice rang out clearly, just like in memory. "I've come to the Karma Museum, where are you? Where can we meet?"

…At that moment, it seemed that all these years after parting were just a long and heavy dream; they had only been apart for a short while, and there was still a long way to go together.

Just find her, just find her.

Mather held the paper crane tightly, lowered her head, and couldn't even see the road clearly. After walking a few steps, she had to wipe her face.

What she didn't realize was that when she was playing the paper crane, an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman suddenly turned her head and glanced at her.

After a while, she followed Mercer silently.

It’s time to write the nonsense before writing, and it’s time to write speechless performances...