Lin Sanjiu stretched out her hand and pulled the bedsheet over her head even lower. She wanted to make sure that only her chin could be seen.
The only good thing about this strange town was that it was very strange. If it had been any other place, a person wrapped up in a bed sheet and walking on the road would have attracted a lot of attention and suspicion. However, at this moment, the people walking back and forth in front of her didn't even stop, as if no one was paying attention to her.
Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly.
It was hard to imagine that there would be a time when she would rather summon a bedsheet than take out her Special Item. Not only was it because Special Items might not be effective in this place, but more importantly, why would a Pocket Dimension require a Special Item?
Fortunately, her Evolved Abilities and Special Items were either dulled or in hibernation … Otherwise, she would become the target of public criticism if she tried to make a move while she was still clueless.
Even though Lin Sanjiu did not know what was going on, she was certain that every person walking in front of her was a Pocket Dimension.
Ironically, before this conjecture appeared, she was like a headless chicken bumping into all kinds of mysteries. Once she had a conjecture, it was very easy to prove it.
"Have you been dealing with a lot of posthumans lately?"
When Lin Sanjiu followed the truck driver into the town, she asked the question nonchalantly. In fact, she was so nervous that her stomach was in a knot. She deliberately asked vaguely. After all, the fact that the truck driver was a Pocket Dimension was indeed hard to deny. "How is the probability of them completing the Pocket Dimension?"
"I have been quite free recently," the truck driver said and sighed.
The truck driver sighed. It was a miracle that he did not hear Lin Sanjiu's heart pounding in her chest.
He continued, "I suspect that one of the posthumans has placed information about me in the Dream of Hundred Thousand Worlds. Now, the people in my area seem to be on their guard. When they see a truck on the road from afar, they will immediately take a detour."
Lin Sanjiu forced herself to inhale and exhale slowly. She suppressed every muscle in her body that wanted to tremble.
The information contained in this sentence was much more than it seemed. He was indeed a Pocket Dimension. However, if the Pocket Dimension was that truck, what about him? Was it a dungeon creature, or a dungeon host?
No matter which one it was, it was clear that these "dungeon players" had broken the rules. Not only could they leave the dungeon, but they could also take their dungeon with them. The truck driver drove the truck, and the red T-shirt man took his motel.
"The area I can cover is only those four or five streets. Once they go around those streets, I can't do anything. All I could do was drive the streets over and over again, hoping to bump into a few unlucky people who hadn't heard the news. "
"I'm different from those dungeons that enjoy hunting …" The truck driver frowned and suddenly asked, "Tell me, why do we have to be driven by this instinct and swallow as many posthumans as possible?"
Instance dungeons can actually produce this kind of self-awareness and self-examination? Could it be that he was unwilling as well?
Lin Sanjiu was momentarily speechless, so she could only sigh to muddle through.
"How are you?" After a few seconds of silence, the truck driver asked again, "People like you are rare."
Here it comes. Lin Sanjiu discreetly wiped her sweaty palms on her jacket.
"I envy you," Lin Sanjiu was so nervous that her throat was parched. She coughed and continued, "I can't actively search for posthumans … I can only release a few lines when the time is right and search for them. As for what happened to those posthumans, I don't know whether the posthumans they met were friends or foes. "
Lin Sanjiu thought about it over and over again. She felt that this was how the [Encounter an Old Friend] Pocket Dimension operated. If she was wrong, if there was something she didn't know …
"It's the same torture as me." The truck driver nodded. "Even if there's no one around, you have to keep trying …"
"Pass!"
Lin Sanjiu exhaled silently. She could still feel the lingering fear on her skin.
Indeed, thanks to the [Encounter an Old Friend] line on her arm, the dungeon players — no, the dungeon players — had all treated her as a pocket dimension.
No wonder everyone was so friendly to her when they fell together, but Puppeteer was like a bird in a cage. No wonder the red t-shirt player thought that she had the ability to "find people in one go".
"But does this mean that the [Encounter an Old Friend] Pocket Dimension isn't here? Not every pocket dimension leads to this place? "
Even though Lin Sanjiu had a lot of questions in her mind, she knew that she couldn't spend too much time with the truck driver.
The fear of spilling the beans was only one part of it. The other part was that, even though she hid her face as much as she could with her long coat, the man in the red T-shirt now knew that there was something wrong with her and would certainly not leave her alone. If the warning he released was spreading in the town, she had to get away before it reached the truck driver.
Lin Sanjiu found a random excuse, and the truck driver nodded at her. He even invited her to visit him next time. "We both need to find posthumans. Maybe we can work together?" Lin Sanjiu did not expect the truck driver to be so friendly.
Lin Sanjiu didn't even know what she had said.
After she wrapped herself in the bed sheet, she realized that her back was drenched in sweat under this thin and fragile sense of security.
She had to find Puppeteer and get out of here as soon as possible.
The pocket dimension in this place didn't seem to be triggered. It was more like a 'shell' of the real pocket dimension. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to leave the courtyard of the carp pond and the small forest. However, the more peaceful it seemed, the more uneasy she felt.
This peace was completely unreasonable.
Logically speaking, Lin Sanjiu should have been exposed by now. However, even after she circled around the town, she did not see the "search party" that she had imagined. It was as if the red T-shirt had kept quiet and helped her conceal her whereabouts. 'Why?'
Before she could come up with an answer, she suddenly stopped on an empty piece of land outside the town.
Lin Sanjiu slowly lifted the sheet and stared into the distance without blinking.
Her guess was right. She finally found it.
There was a pale giant in the distance, who looked swollen and unrecognizable. At first glance, she could see a dilapidated white swan swimming ring on his waist. The swimming ring was too small. It sank deep into the swollen, white, and vesicle-like skin. Only those who had walked through the pocket dimension could tell that it was a shrunken boat with an empty bottom.
Beside him, there was a pitch-black figure floating in the green lake water.
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