MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2209 small means

Chapter 2209 Small Means

...gift package?

Yes, is it a gift bag? really him?

During what seemed to be an extremely long period of time after Feng Huanyan's voice fell, Lin Sanjiu knew that he should react and take action, and shouldn't just stand there blankly; however, it seemed that everything in the surrounding environment was floating and receding. Far away, only she is left, and the joy and fear that she wants to believe but also wants to withdraw from timidity.

Even though he knew he couldn't see the gift bag, Lin Sanjiu's first reaction was to turn his head subconsciously, and his eyes swept over the trembling double image in front of him.

She couldn't fully understand the present form of the gift bag, but no matter what form or appearance he had become, Lin Sanjiu just wanted to see him again and welcome him into her arms again.

It's just that what falls into my eyes at this moment is naturally not the Ji Shanqing in my memory.

That large piece of canvas-like scenery oscillated and twisted repeatedly, and even gradually formed a curved surface, pulling a dark gap from reality abruptly, as if it was about to be unable to hold down the behemoth below.

Lin Sanjiu just thought it was just something trying to squeeze out, but now that she looked carefully, she realized: Mao Si's open and tightly clenched hand seemed to be holding nothing. , but it is pulling back a little bit, as if a fisherman who has caught a net of fish is gritting his teeth and slowly pulling the net up.

She blinked sharply.

...What is Maus?

Just now, the gift bag was asked by Feng Huanyan, right?

"sister-"

Feng Huanyan opened her mouth again, probably because she was dazed and unresponsive for a short moment just now, which made Li Bao anxious, this time Feng Huanyan's voice was raised a bit; In a trance, Ji Ling woke up suddenly, and a hand struck up like lightning, and pressed her mouth.

"...Hey." Feng Huanyan finished pronouncing the sound under her palm as before.

"Hush," Lin Sanjiu made a mouth shape, indicating that the gift bag should not make any more noises—her movement was aimed at Feng Huanyan, and she didn't know if the gift bag could sense it, but after letting go of her hand in fear , Feng Huan stood in the same place expressionlessly, and finally did not call "sister" again.

Lin Sanjiu quickly glanced at Mao Si's back.

…No, she and Yu Yuan never met a man named Mao Si in the station hall, let alone relying on his help to keep up with Feng Noon.

Although this consciousness is clearly and coldly pressed in her mind, at the same time there is another persistent thought, desperately reminding her, no, Maos is indeed a friend she knows, their acquaintance experience, shared memories , seems to be floating under the water of consciousness, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can pick it up—besides, other people besides yourself can also testify that Maus is a person and her friend; otherwise, how could even the puppeteer Can't tell the difference from the big witch, is he actually not a person?

Lin Sanjiu stood in the tug of two thoughts, and closed his eyes hard.

No, she hadn't seen this man before she got off the spaceship.

This is not to say that there is no image of Maos walking in Exodus in her mind, and there is no image of him eating and drinking with her group; but it is these memories that feel so real and familiar that Lin Sanjiu realizes, Maus is a figure who appears suddenly after they disembark.

Because she doesn't remember that she had these memories before.

If it were any other person in the world, it would be difficult to distinguish the difference between "memory" and "memory about memory"; but Lin Sanjiu has an almost pathological desire and attachment to relatives and friends— Every time spent with every friend is the dark moonlight and floating wooden boats that she temporarily salvaged from the endless black sea. She has counted countless times and is very familiar with it.

Mao Si suddenly appeared among them after they disembarked, and it seemed that no one had doubted his existence so far.

She, and the cognition of every evolutionary around her, seem to have been modified unconsciously.

...Is he not even human? What is he then?

"What's the matter?" Qing Jiuliu asked at this moment, which made Lin Sanjiu startled, and turned around to find that he raised his chin towards Feng Huanyan, probably asking her what Feng Huanyan said just now.

"She asked me what was that thing that was caught in front of me." Even Lin Sanjiu admired himself for being able to use the same set of keywords to express different meanings at once. Feng Huanyan's voice was very soft just now, not to mention the uproar at the moment, Yuan Xiangxi was still making suggestions one after another, even if there were evolutionaries around, she might not be able to hear clearly.

In other words, it didn't matter whether her friends heard her well; the only one she had to hide was one person.

"We don't know either," Qing Jiuliu believed it, and explained to Feng Huanyan: "Let's see what Mao Si catches in a while."

Such a smart and intelligent person, he has not realized until now that he clearly did not know Maus not long ago.

"Yes, I'll go and have a look," Lin Sanjiu patted Feng Huanyan's shoulder, and said in a steady tone, "Maybe Maos needs help."

She didn't give her friends a chance to stop her, and before she finished speaking, she strode towards the [one-way passage]—Moss clearly didn't turn her head, and seemed to be concentrating all her attention on the constantly trembling subspace, but Lin Before Sanjiu could reach him, he raised his voice and shouted, "You're here? I'm fine, and I don't need help for now."

Standing behind him, Lin Sanjiu still forced himself to smile. She recalled her attitude and tone when she spoke to him just now, trying not to let any clues emerge in her voice, and asked: "That thing is big, isn't it? Do you know what it is?"

There were bright, needle-like points of light in Maus's eyes.

This person may be fake, but the excitement in his eyes that wants to get it and examine it carefully is so real and strong that it makes people uncomfortable.

"I don't know yet," he gasped and said with a smile, "but it will be soon..."

Lin Sanjiu nodded, his tone full of worry. "Be careful, you are too close to the [one-way passage]! My heart is hanging when I see it, come on, I'll grab you, don't go any further, I'm afraid you'll have an accident—"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards the back of Maos naturally just like before.

She has nothing in her hand, no weapon, and her ability has not been activated. At this moment, it is indeed a hand that wants to protect her friend—because the existence of this man is too weird, until she really catches him, what is Lin Sanjiu thinking? Don't dare to act rashly.

Maos' eyeballs suddenly squeezed into the corners of his eyes.

It was as if an ice cube fell into Lin Sanjiu's belly.

Are you giving yourself away?

Maus seemed about to turn his head towards her. For some reason, Lin Sanjiu suddenly had a clear and unmistakable thought: when he turned his head around, she might completely forget this suspicion; she would continue to think that Maos was her friend, and watch him **** him away gift bag.

Gift bag, if that end is really you—

As soon as Lin Sanjiu's thoughts surfaced, the subspace connected by the [one-way channel] suffered the most destructive impact so far.

The camouflaged piece of canvas suddenly shook in mid-air, and then twisted up from the center, creating a depression; the depression seemed to be attractive, smashing all the scenes disguised by the [one-way passage] into pieces. Pixels of various colors were swallowed, and all of them were quickly sucked in like a whale, and an empty and dim secondary space appeared in the sky again.

At that moment, Maos had just turned his neck halfway, and suddenly he turned to look forward again, just like a movie where a scene was cut out between the previous frame and the next frame. There is no connection between the scenes.

"Unexpectedly..." His two words with surprise became the last two words he uttered.

Lin Sanjiu's hand had already grabbed his back.

Even in the first moment, she honestly did nothing to protect him and prevent him from falling into the [one-way passage]; after the word "actually", "seed" The ability is activated.

"Mauss" is like a torn human skin suit, the skin, facial features and hair are all pulled backwards, and sucked into the small entrance leading to the "seed" on the back; Suddenly, his whole body was sucked into a long shadow, and disappeared without a trace in Lin Sanjiu's palm.

"What did you do?" The big witch was the first to react, and she rushed up with a few steps, her expression was startled, suspicious and angry. "You took him into the seed? That's Maus!"

"Why?" Qing Jiu stayed between Lin Sanjiu and the [one-way passage] to look back and forth, "Are you planning to let in the things from there? But why did you attack Maos?"

"Let him come out," Pina pleaded. "It's been a long time, isn't it bad for him? There is some misunderstanding, let's talk about it..."

Lin Sanjiu took a breath tremblingly, feeling like she was having a fever for a while; she couldn't believe what she just did, let alone succeed. She wanted to see what "Maus" looked like in the "seed", but now was not the time.

When she was about to open her mouth, the puppeteer spoke in a low voice.

"Look," he said gloomyly, as if he had no emotion. "On the ground...is that a projection of a person?"

Everyone lowered their heads slowly.

A black shadow without physical connection was cast on the grass beside Lin Sanjiu's feet. Under the dark clouds without sunlight, the edges of the shadows are sharp and clear. A pair of feet stepped on the paint mark, and the legs were pulled back; it was empty, and there was no one casting shadows anywhere.

"I think this thing should be a trick of Occidentus." Lin Sanjiu's breathing was a little unsteady, and he said, "And... the other end of the [one-way passage] is Ji Shanqing."

I have to emphasize again: Ji Shanqing has no gender. The reason why I use "he" in this article is because Chinese personal pronouns are used in this way. A group of people are male and female, and they are "they"; when you don't know a person's gender, use "he".

Is it fair, I know it's not fair. When the vernacular was promoted in the Republic of China, a women's magazine in Shanghai once protested, saying that "he" was next to the word "her" and "she" was next to the word "female". Doesn't this mean that women are excluded from the ranks of people? So it is proposed to use "Yi" to refer to men and women. I think this proposal is very good, but unfortunately it has not been accepted and formed a standard, so I have to follow the Chinese grammar in my writing now, and continue to use "they" and "he" to refer to mixed groups of men and women, as well as people without gender.