This was the first time she tried to communicate with the owner of the doll. After waiting for a while, Lin Sanjiu dragged the square-faced man out of the tool room. She squinted her eyes in the bright light and studied him.
When she saw the pair of dull, plastic-like eyes, she sighed inwardly. She rapped his forehead with her knuckles, "What's going on?"
The square-faced man stared at her blankly.
"Didn't you say that you can sense every single one of the puppets?" Lin Sanjiu grabbed his collar and shook him. "Focus your attention here! Here! Here!" Is your antenna broken? Hey! "
Before she could finish her sentence, his face cracked like a layer of ice, revealing a lively expression. The moment his eyes fell on Lin Sanjiu's face, he rolled his eyes as if he had seen something filthy. Lin Sanjiu had seen this expression of disgust, disgust, and irritation at least a dozen times. However, this was the first time she felt so relieved. She heaved a sigh of relief with gratitude.
"I was looking for you," Lin Sanjiu loosened her grip and tried to strike up a conversation, "I didn't expect your doll's facial expression to be so flexible."
As if he didn't want to look at her anymore, the expression on the rectangular face disappeared once again, leaving only a blank space. He turned around and waved at Lin Sanjiu. Then, he walked away. Lin Sanjiu quickly followed him. She stepped over the round-faced man who was on the verge of death and the pool of blood beneath him. Then, she followed the square-faced man into the elevator once again.
Getting out of the elevator had become a new problem for Lin Sanjiu.
Before the elevator stopped, Lin Sanjiu could hear the commotion on the second level of the Sea Conqueror. More than two hours had passed, and she had no idea how many posthumans had gathered there. Her middle-aged man mask had become familiar to many of them. If she wanted to blend in with the crowd without being suspected, she had to find a way to disguise herself completely differently.
"Wait a minute," Lin Sanjiu pulled the doll back when the elevator stopped. "Don't go out yet. Give me two minutes."
When Master Painter was called out again, he looked as if he had just woken up. Just as he was spinning around with his painting tools, Lin Sanjiu stopped him. She quickly took out the paintbrush and paint from his pocket.
The facial features of a person could be easily changed. Women who were good at makeup understood this even better. Even if it was just a slight adjustment of the height and arc of the eyeliner, it could change a person's eye shape.
Looking at the blurry reflection on the elevator door, Lin Sanjiu covered her entire face with a thick layer of blue paint. She used it to cover her eyebrows, and her lips blended in with the rest of her skin. It was as if only her eyes and nose were left. After the distinctive features on her face disappeared, she dipped the bright yellow paint in the middle of her face. Since she couldn't remove her eyes, she decided to use a large patch of bright yellow paint below them to mess up the visual focus. It was impossible to tell what she looked like at first glance.
It was a little strange, but fortunately, there were all kinds of people in the Twelve Worlds, and there were even weirder outfits than this. After Lin Sanjiu put on the robe to cover her body, it was hard to tell her gender. However, she looked more like a resident of the Twelve Worlds than ever before.
"Let's go," Lin Sanjiu said. She couldn't even recognize the blue-faced man in the reflection, "Hurry up. We still need to find Bohemia."
"Maybe Bohemia is already waiting for me in this crowd …" Lin Sanjiu thought to herself as she followed the rectangular face into the crowd and scanned every face around her.
The posthumans gathered here were divided into small groups, and they seemed to be responsible for different tasks and fields. The outermost group was obviously responsible for medical care, backup, and material support. The deeper they went, the tighter the security became. Almost every corridor was guarded by a small group. They had only walked for a few minutes when they were stopped.
"Which group are you from?" a voluptuous woman asked with a straight face. Not far behind her, there were five posthumans standing at different points in the corridor. They looked at Lin Sanjiu and Lin Sanjiu a few times.
Lin Sanjiu's right hand moved slightly under the robe, and a card appeared in her palm. She had no idea where Puppeteer was, so she hoped that she wouldn't attract too much attention before she got close to him. With that in mind, she lowered her voice and said in a deep voice, "We are from the blockade team in the front."
The voluptuous woman raised one of her eyebrows. However, before the suspicion on her face could fade, the rectangular face suddenly took a step forward and punched her in the stomach. Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but gasp. A few posthumans not far from them reacted immediately. With a low growl, they rushed forward. The Special Items in their hands glowed faintly as if they had just woken up from a deep slumber.
Then, a white light flashed. Lin Sanjiu quickly closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the corridor in front of her was empty. Not a single person was left.
She turned around and looked at the rectangular face blankly.
Even though it was just the side of his face, she could see the impatience on his face. These puppets were like a blank TV screen. When Puppeteer willed it, his will would appear on these puppets like an image signal. However, for some reason, this' signal 'was not very stable. It would come and go from time to time, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
"Did you send someone into the pocket dimension again?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly, "But this way, you can't leave this area …"
The rectangular face glared at her coldly from the corner of his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed forward.
"You are right in front?"
The rectangular face nodded.
"How far ahead are you? How many people are in the middle? "
The rectangular face furrowed his brows and pointed forward with his finger.
"You know how to write, right?" Lin Sanjiu said as she rummaged through the cards in her library. "I have a pen and paper here …"
Before Lin Sanjiu could finish her sentence, all the expressions on the puppet's face disappeared as if the electricity had been cut off. In the blink of an eye, only the material that made up the facial features was left on the face, and the light in its eyes dimmed again.
Lin Sanjiu was stunned. Then, she heard a sharp sound as if metal was torn apart. The ground trembled, and the two figures crashed into the hull of the ship not far in front of her. Amidst the faint exclamations and screams, Lin Sanjiu felt as if a bucket of snow had been poured over her head. She immediately realized that Puppeteer must be in danger!
No wonder he couldn't control the rectangular face.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
