Doomsday Wonderland

When she was a child, Lin Sanjiu was afraid of looking under her bed for a while. No matter what time of day it was, it was always dark under the bed, swallowing up all the light that came in. My mother randomly stuffed several bags of sundries and old clothes under the bed. The bags were always open and filled with dust. One night she mustered up the courage to lie on the bed and look under the bed through the lamplight.

It was dark under the bed, and a red turtleneck sweater slowly poked out of the bag. The long collar was like a neck stretching out from the darkness, lying softly on the ground.

She didn't quite remember what happened next. She was still young at that time. Now that I think about it, children's memories are always weird, and they think that everything they see is nothing strange.

But after so many years, now that Lin Sanjiu actually got under the bed, the vague uneasiness in her heart when she was a child came back to life again. Her consciousness was gone, pure touch was not very effective, and the surroundings were so dark that not even a trace of light could penetrate; she seemed to be back to the defenseless and powerless child she was.

Lin Sanjiu crawled for a while, paused, stretched out her arms and groped for the darkness ahead.

She was a little worried that she would touch a face, a sweater neck, a corpse, or some other weird thing; but fortunately, there was only a dry concrete floor in the darkness ahead.

Empty with nothing.

Taking a slight breath, she crawled forward again.

Elbows and knees lead the body forward little by little amid the rustling sound. The movements are all mechanized and can be completed without much thought. After crawling in the darkness for a while, Lin Sanjiu's heart grew colder and colder.

...She has been crawling for a full minute.

One minute is actually a long time. Even if it is a big bed, one minute should be enough for her to crawl out, not to mention that it is obviously just an ordinary double bed.

Lin Sanjiu looked back and found that the entrance she crawled in was covered with a layer of dark light, so far away that it shrunk into a small spot of light. It looked like she had entered a tunnel.

Could it be that the area of ​​this bed, like other furniture, will increase indefinitely?

She lay on the ground and gently raised her hand to touch her head. It still had the texture of a wooden bed.

Do you want to collect it?

After hesitating for a moment, she still did not activate [Flat World]. This was not an ordinary piece of furniture after all... After thinking about it for a while, she finally stopped moving forward. The darkness ahead was getting deeper and deeper, and it seemed almost endless. She reluctantly turned around like a spider and crawled out again toward the entrance she came from.

Listening to the extremely loud "rustling" sound in the silence, she looked out from the narrow space under the bed and found that the high coffee table and the legs of the large wardrobe she had just passed were all there. As they gradually got closer in the hazy night, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the distance to the exit did not increase infinitely, otherwise she would have been trapped under this bed.

When Lin Sanjiu finally came to the bedside, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, stopped her movements, lowered her head and looked around outside. She couldn't rush out rashly, she had to take a look first——

She suddenly felt that all the bones in her body were frozen.

She had stopped crawling, but the rustling sound of the clothing material rubbing against the surface had not stopped and was still ringing in her ears.

Lin Sanjiu's blood almost rushed to his head. He turned his head suddenly, expecting to see a human face next to him - but there was only darkness in front of him, and there seemed to be no fluctuation in the airflow.

The "rustling" sound suddenly stopped.

Her mind went blank and she didn't think of anything. She suddenly called out a bath towel and waved it in a semicircle around her - to her surprise, the bath towel was holding nothing in the dark, and there was a "snap" sound. , fell to the ground without any hindrance.

There seemed to be nothing in the darkness around her.

But the voice just now was indeed very close to her... A warm, faint breath-like breath blew on the top of her head.

Lin Sanjiu slowly raised his head and met a white eyeball between the gaps in the wooden board.

When she was crawling under the bed just now, was there someone crawling on the bed board following her?

Lin Sanjiu didn't have time to think about it - her back was pressed tightly against the concrete floor, and she didn't dare to crawl out from the bed just a few feet away; she just flicked the [Tornado Whip] hard and aimed at the one that was clinging to her. The white eyeball on the head shot out a whirlwind.

The roaring wind immediately shattered the bed board, and a scream was heard amidst the explosion of wood flying. The darkness, which was a layer lighter than that under the bed, finally came up again, and a burst of cold air with a musty smell from outside rushed towards her. She immediately jumped up and shouted sharply: "Who is it!"

"Don't, don't-"

A high-pitched voice screamed. A small shadow screamed and quickly got into the middle of the pile of tables next to it, but it knocked the entire pile of tables to the ground with a "boom", and the lingering sound echoed in the night.

"Ah," the surprisingly small shadow was smashed and buried under the table, kicking its legs violently, "Don't, don't come over..."

Seeing that this man was so afraid of her, Lin Sanjiu felt more relaxed. She looked around and saw that the Supreme God showed no sign of appearing. She rushed over in a few steps and grabbed the man's feet. She had never held such a thin ankle before. The two ankles together were probably not as thick as a pair of chopsticks; the bones directly pressed against the palm of her hand, causing her whole body to tremble for no reason.

"Come out! Who are you?"

"Don't, don't touch me," the man screamed again, his voice so thin that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. Lin Sanjiu pulled him out with all her strength, but was almost startled by him; even in the dark and blurry night, she was still startled by this man's appearance.

The huge head is supported by a thin neck, and the torso and limbs are as thin as sticks. I wonder if it is because he has not seen the sun for many years, but his skin is glowing with a dead white color - if not for this whitening method, Lin Sanjiu would I might even think that I saw a hungry African child.

He looked to be no more than five or six years old, with a stooped body and soft and deformed bones. He widened his eyes, which were more white than black, and shouted intermittently: "Don't kill me...it hurts, it hurts..."

Lin Sanjiu slightly loosened his ankle, frowned and asked again: "Who are you?"

"I, I," he seemed extremely frightened and wanted to cry but couldn't, "my mother calls me little preserved egg..."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

"How old are you?"

"I... don't know..." He hissed and gasped, trembling all over: "My mother said I was five years old... but then she disappeared..."

"How long has it been since your mother was gone?"

"It's been a long, long time..." At this point, the boy suddenly paused. His extremely bulging eyes were so dry that they couldn't even shed any water. He could only cry loudly: "Mom... she... …Gone."

"How did you get here?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't bear to hold the child's ankle anymore. She endured her shock and helped the skinny boy up. Not daring to stay where she was, she led him quickly through the debris of the bed - the bed now looked like a pile of normal-sized debris - around a table on the floor and squeezed into the middle of two cabinets.

"Mom brought me here," Xiao Pei Dan didn't seem so scared anymore, and his voice suddenly sounded as low as if he was dying. "There were fires everywhere in my house and on the streets... Mom told me we could leave the fires on my fifth birthday. And here we are."

The child spoke clearly and logically. Lin Sanjiu asked a few questions and finally figured out the context. After his original world suffered an apocalypse, his mother had been struggling to survive with him. After finally surviving for 14 months, she was lucky enough to get two visas, so she took her child to the Olympics.

As a result, this ended up being the burial place of that mother.

The son she had put so much effort into bringing with her was left in the furniture cemetery created by the Supreme God. He wandered around day and night for what seemed like several years now. He posed no threat to anyone, and no one was interested in killing him, so he managed to save his life. But looking at his appearance, if he hadn't met Lin Sanjiu, his life wouldn't have been saved for long.

"What do you eat? Is there water here?" When Lin Sanjiu asked, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net had already held the [Demae Itcho Instant Noodles] card in his hand.

"I haven't eaten for a long time..." Little Preserved Egg said weakly, "Sometimes when I follow people like you, they give me something to eat... Sometimes I eat some cotton and wood..."

In the Olympics where life is at stake, there aren't many people who would be willing to show kindness to him - otherwise he wouldn't be so hungry. Thinking that she almost killed the child just now, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel guilty; she was not good at treating children, so she simply used food as a way to compensate him, not only giving him a bowl of hot noodles , and also took out a lot of dry food, put it in a bag, and asked Little Preserved Egg to carry it on his back. This child was crying while eating noodles just now. He didn't know how much he had suffered.

"You must not eat too much today," she said, fearing that Little Preserved Egg would be unable to control himself and stretch himself to death. "You will have another meal tomorrow, do you hear me?"

The little boy nodded in a way that made people worry that his head would fall off.

Seeing that he was more energetic, Lin Sanjiu looked around. The silver light of [Ability Polishing Agent] in the distance was so weak that it was almost invisible. Within just a few minutes, it was far away from her. Looking around, she seemed to have become another little preserved egg lost in the furniture cemetery.

"Let me ask you something," Lin Sanjiu could never learn the gentle, coaxing tone of a child, and asked firmly: "Did you see anyone else besides me tonight?"

The little preserved egg nodded again.

Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up: "What kind of person? Where did he go?"

"A, a man in black clothes," Xiaomei Dan said as he recalled, "His body was wrapped in white cloth, and there was blood on the cloth... The clothes creaked."