Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu sat on the ground and looked at Yu Yuan blankly.

Sibaan and Mim, who came after hearing the sound, dispersed the fog and hurriedly came to her side; as soon as their eyes fell on the human body wrapped in the light of the flashlight, neither of them could speak.

It was Yu Yuan's back that made Lin Sanjiu almost fall. Under the circle of yellow light cast by the flashlight, he was lying on the ground, with his legs kneeling and curled up under his body; in the mist that gathered and dispersed, he was kneeling on the ground like that, with his hands directly pressed against each other. Land on the ground and stretch forward.

After looking at him for a while, someone trembled and broke the silence.

"This... what is he doing?" Mim whispered. He was carrying a black combat bag that was wider than his body. At this time, his whole body shrank, holding the bag tightly with one hand, staring at Yu Yuan: "He... isn't he the big brother who came out just now? Still , are you still alive?”

He finished speaking, but no one answered him.

Mim finally turned his eyes away from Yu Yuan, and his face turned pale.

"What are you doing?" He forgot to lower his voice, and his voice broke for a moment: "Hey, what are you going to do-"

It wasn't until she felt someone grab her arm and pull her up that Lin Sanjiu suddenly came back to her senses. She raised her head and saw Mim's tightly wrinkled face in the mist: "Why are you lying on the ground?"

She was stunned for a moment, then looked down and found that she had just curled up her legs and was now kneeling on the ground. If Mim hadn't woken her up, she would have assumed the exact same posture as Yu Yuan.

"I...I don't know either."

She murmured, feeling as if she was telling the truth. Just like migratory birds that know to fly south when the season comes, this seems to be a purely physiological drive--as soon as she raised her eyes, she looked past Mim, and her expression suddenly froze.

Although this boy had an unattractive appearance, he reacted very quickly. As soon as he saw the look on her face, he immediately jumped to the side. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he immediately twisted around and rushed back, looking anxious and angry: "Sir! Sir!"

One of Sibaan's knees had just landed on the ground, and he grabbed his clothes and shook him violently a few times, which seemed to bring him back to his senses. He raised his head with some hesitation, looked at his knees, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with me?"

"You, you and her," Mim's lips trembled, as if he didn't know how to explain: "And this person..."

Lin Sanjiu was still sitting on her knees, and interrupted the boy with a hoarse voice, asking: "You... do you also want to be like Yu Yuan... lying on the ground?"

Sibaan glanced at Yu Yuan and nodded, his blond hair falling from his eyebrows, hiding his calm expression.

It seemed to him that the scene in front of him was very natural, just like a person would fall asleep when he was tired or drink water when he was thirsty. There was nothing special about it.

Unfortunately, Lin Sanjiu also felt the same way.

"Me too," she said, trying not to fall down again - it felt strange, like she was doing something unnatural. Obviously the most natural and logical thing to do is to kneel down, lie down, and put your face and palms on the ground, but she endured it and forced herself to stand up awkwardly.

"I also want to lie down on the ground..." She murmured, "Do you think...should we...?"

The second half of her words was very soft, and then disappeared in the mist. But Mim immediately understood what she meant and hurriedly shouted: "No, it shouldn't be!"

Sibaan stood up slowly and swept the dust off his body. Gray-blue mist floated past him, blurring his sunny blond hair and adding a cold, inorganic whiteness to his face. He looked like a carefully crafted handicraft at this moment.

"Why not?" he asked in a low voice.

Mim looked back at his commander and found that his attitude was very serious. He could no longer control his surprise: "Sir, you...are you really not joking with me? No one would think that This is normal——"

When he said this, he seemed to be filled with anxiety; the boy rushed to Yu Yuan's side, grabbed his arm, and turned him over. Yu Yuan had fallen into a long deep sleep. Even though he was pushed to the ground, he still closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Look, if you lie down too, won't you become as delirious as him?" Mim said, squatting down and hitting Yu Yuan back and forth a few times: "Hey, hey! Wake up. !”

The young man still didn't open his eyes, but his breathing became a little faster and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Mim's face turned red with anxiety, as if blood was about to drip from his forehead. When he saw that he could not wake up Yu Yuan, he cursed in a low voice, jumped up, turned around and ran forward - he had just rushed into the thick fog. Not long after, there was a sudden "bang". A faint flashlight fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, followed by the boy's painful voice: "Sir, I also tripped... Come here quickly, there are more people here. !”

The two looked at each other and slowly walked over following the sound. Sibaan's low, hoarse breathing sounded as clear as the hair passing by his ears in the quiet fog. Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but take a deep breath - it seemed that he, like herself, was struggling to fight against the uncontrollable desire in his heart.

The gray-blue mist, like fish, suddenly separated in front of them and swam away with their footsteps; but before they could see the front clearly, the mist closed again thickly and surgingly.

"Mim, don't stand up yet, I have something that can blow away the fog." Lin Sanjiu shouted, and then the boy said "Okay". But she was reluctant to call out the [Tornado Whip] and release the card form - for no other reason than simply being unmotivated and deciding whether to do it or not.

"Take out the things," Siba'an suddenly came closer and urged her in a low voice. His hair and breath rushed up together, allowing her to smell a bit of sunshine in the thick fog: "Everything we don't want to do must be done quickly."

"Do you trust Mim so much?" Lin Sanjiu asked hesitantly while calling out [Tornado Whip].

There is a reason why she asked this - Sibaan's words just now clearly prove that he does not trust the personal judgments of himself and Lin Sanjiu now; and other than the judgments of the two of them, they can only rely on Mim's opinion.

"No, I can't say that I trust him. I don't know him well." Siba'an replied, "What I trust is my own analysis and reasoning of the current situation - although the result of my reasoning is that I don't trust my own subjective opinion. Feelings." After saying that, he smiled softly, "It's a bit contradictory, isn't it?"

Lin Sanjiu shook her head, strangely understanding what he meant. She deactivated the card form of [Tornado Whip]; for fear of hurting Mim, she just waved it twice - the end of the whip whipped out a gust of wind that was neither strong nor weak, and immediately blew away the fog in front of her. A large piece looks like a dented piece of marshmallow.

Mim was squatting on the ground, holding his combat bag, with a dazed expression on his face, and his eyes were narrowed by the wind.

The mist dispersed around him, revealing the gravel-strewn earth and round backs with standard postures.

The people who left the theater with them were all kneeling on the ground in the same posture; their backs were wrapped in clothes of different colors, and from a distance they looked like large mushroom caps. No one moved or made a sound; they seemed to have died frozen in this position, lying quietly on the ground until the mist slowly closed again and obscured their figures again.

"Sir, did you see it?" Mim shouted in a low voice in a hurry, "I don't know what you are so obsessed with, but this is not normal at all! Think about it, before today, you were Have you ever posed like this before?"

Both of them shook their heads silently.

"Then, let alone so many people coming all the way to a strange place and posing like this on the sand, right?" The mist was damp and cool, but Mim broke out in a hot sweat: "You Why on earth do you want to do this? Is this your own will?"

"If you say so... it's probably not the case." Lin Sanjiu said softly, exchanging glances with Siba'an. Both of them were enduring wave after wave of urges to lie down on the ground—sometimes even wanting to grab the boy in front of them and force him to kneel down with them.

Naturally, Mim didn't know the psychological activities of the two of them. When he heard what she said, he exhaled suddenly and relaxed his shoulders as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Siba'an took a few steps forward - not far from Mim, there was a kneeling figure wearing an arsenal uniform. When he bent down, Lin Sanjiu clearly saw that the tips of his fingers were trembling: it was the aftershock of reason and impulse fighting each other.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a loud voice. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

The blond man's fingers suddenly closed on the collar of the arsenal member, and then he pulled the man up - the mist and shadows obscured his expression, and he carried the man's collar and passed a few Seconds later, he suddenly laughed lowly, his voice trembling slightly: "It's okay... This feeling is very enjoyable."

Mim raised his head blankly.

"The biggest enemy is yourself, this sentence is really true." Siba'an smiled hoarsely at the two of them, and tapped his throat gently: "Now I am in my body, fighting with 'myself' There's a fierce battle... Come on, give me a hand."

Only then did Mim realize and hurriedly picked up the arm of the arsenal member; the man was a head taller than him, so he had to half-carry and half-drag him back step by step.

Lin Sanjiu stared at Sibaan in confusion, not knowing how he did it - it was extremely difficult for her to even think of "turn around and leave", let alone take the initiative to pick up the people on the ground. She bit herself hard, and with the thrill of pain, she finally forced herself to twist her head and strode towards the direction of Yu Yuan: "I, I will take Yu Yuan away..."

Towards the end, her own voice became weaker and weaker - fortunately, she bit the bullet and didn't slow down in the end.

The young man, covered in tattoos, was lying on his back on the ground, just as he was when they left. She stopped beside the young man and looked back. In the hazy mist, she could still see Sibaan's shadow, walking step by step in the middle of the ground.

Teacher Yi’s shouts gradually became louder.

Lin Sanjiu forced herself to bend down a little, and was about to successfully help Yu Yuan up, when suddenly a roar came from behind: "Watch their faces!"

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