The old, shabby, cramped motel appeared once again under the sky, along with its dusty signboard after the electricity was cut off. It happened to block Lin Sanjiu from the town and the park.
Far away from its own kind, standing alone in the sandstorm between heaven and earth, the motel seemed to have shrunk its shoulders.
"I really didn't expect that you had already discovered our true nature."
The red T-shirt was dry from head to toe. It was impossible to tell that he had been pushed into the carp pond. Just like before, when he was released from the motel, his back was exposed to Lin Sanjiu. Now, Lin Sanjiu knew why he was so unguarded.
"Although we can't operate like the Instance Dungeons in the apocalyptic worlds, our Instance Dungeon venue is still an absolute existence."
Red T-Shirt explained as he stepped into the pathetically small space beneath the motel. He called it the parking lot.
"Are you coming in?"
He looked at Lin Sanjiu. When he saw that she was still standing a few meters away from him, he sighed.
"There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me … but I really don't have any ill intentions towards you. The reason I took it out is because it can ensure the safety of our conversation. "
"What do you mean?" Lin Sanjiu crossed her arms and asked. "What is an absolute existence?"
She asked the question, but her mind was still in a trance; it was as if half of her were standing there, and the other half were on the shore, ready to jump.
Every passing second was becoming a kind of sin for her. She knew what she should do, but she didn't do it. She could only stand there. It was clearly her crime, and also her punishment.
"Just like the dungeon you experienced before, our dungeon grounds cannot be destroyed or penetrated." The man in the red T-shirt didn't seem to notice her absent-mindedness and said, "If we go in to talk, the people outside won't be able to detect us …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he let out a bitter laugh when he saw the expression that flashed across Lin Sanjiu's face. He raised his hands and said, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to go in. We are already very far away from the others."
It was indeed very far away. If Lin Sanjiu took a detour around the motel, she would arrive at the lakeside park. It looked like a small forest that was slowly growing. Even the lake was covered by the trees.
She couldn't see the lake or Puppeteer. How could she know that he was still there?
Perhaps with every breath, he was drifting further and further away, but she was still confused and ignorant.
Lin Sanjiu suppressed the anxiety in her heart and asked, "Since this is just a shell of a pocket dimension, why don't you let me jump into the lake?"
"Although it cannot be operated like a dungeon, we can still control it. After all, this is a part of our existence. It's like … it's like you can control your hand and use it to grab a rock. "
The man in the red shirt shook his head and continued, "I don't know why you want to jump down for no reason … But as long as that person is willing, he can use the lake water to hold you down. At that time, no matter how strong you are, it will be meaningless."
Lin Sanjiu gripped her elbow tightly.
So, this was how Puppeteer was controlled.
She had walked into the mansion near the carp pond and accidentally entered the small forest, but she was not trapped by the pocket dimension. Half of it was luck, and the other half was the blessing of [Meeting an Old Friend in a Strange Place]. However, the lakeside park pocket dimension was different.
The man in the red shirt knew Lin Sanjiu, and he had always wanted to escape from Puppeteer's control. Of course, at that time, he did not know that the person who controlled him was Puppeteer. After being imprisoned for such a long time, it was no wonder that he would harbor a grudge against Puppeteer.
After all, Lin Sanjiu could still get some Evolved Abilities from time to time, but a controlled pocket dimension was hard to come by. Puppeteer's Special Items had come and gone, but he had never let go of the pocket dimension.
When Lin Sanjiu was slightly distracted, the man in the red shirt scratched his neck and said, "I hope you won't feel offended if I say something honest. After all, you are just a human. In this place, we have many ways to deal with you, but you can't do anything to us. "
The man in the red shirt was not being polite. What he said next was very offensive.
"It sounds arrogant, but the creations in the apocalyptic world are divided into different levels … Our pocket dimension is a creation that is one level higher than yours." He spread his arms and said, "What can you do to the pocket dimension? How many posthumans have disappeared in the pocket dimension? I have never heard of any pocket dimension that disappeared in the hands of posthumans. "
Lin Sanjiu shifted her center of gravity a few times. She was so anxious that she felt as if her feet were about to leave her body.
Her top priority now was to rescue Puppeteer. The problem was that she did not dare to expose Puppeteer before she knew what the man in the red shirt wanted.
"Then, why did you help a low-level creature?" She stared at the man in the red shirt and said, "When you found out that I wasn't a pocket dimension, you didn't say anything, right?"
"But I didn't do anything to you." The man in the red shirt shoved his hands into his pockets. He kicked a pebble on the ground and said, "At that time, I was really shocked. I didn't expect to see a human here. I did not know what to do. However, I knew that I could not let you continue walking alone between instance dungeons. So, I subconsciously wanted to drag it out and buy some time to think about it … … that is why I followed you for so long. In the end, you pushed me into the pool. "
He smiled sheepishly. A small ponytailed wrinkle appeared on the dry skin of his face.
"What will the pocket dimension do to me after it finds me?" Lin Sanjiu asked quickly.
The man in the red shirt sighed. "This is a place where no human should exist … This is a pocket dimension that belongs to the world of the Karma Museum. How should I put it? I don't know how to express this concept in human language."
He frowned and thought for a while.
"Ah, when I was still human, I liked to play online games … It's kind of like an online game that is open to pocket dimensions. Of course, our real bodies are still in the Karma Museum, but we can send a 'character', a 'clone', to this pocket dimension. The clone also has the characteristics of our real bodies. "
Lin Sanjiu seemed to understand, but at the same time, she didn't. "Are you a pocket dimension creature? Host? "
"Neither." The man in the red shirt seemed to find it hard to explain. His face was wrinkled like chewed tobacco. "Of course, if you enter my pocket dimension, you will also see a pocket dimension creature that looks like me … But in reality, that pocket dimension creature is just a part of me."
Even though Lin Sanjiu's mind was mostly focused on Puppeteer, she was still shocked. "But, pocket dimension creatures often have a complete personality …"
The man in the red shirt nodded. "That's irrelevant. You've forgotten that I'm not a single person. I'm a pocket dimension. Even if a pocket dimension creature has ten complete personalities, they are just a part of me. "
Lin Sanjiu didn't say anything, not fully convinced.
"For example, this pocket dimension creature," he pointed at his own face, "has a characteristic in the pocket dimension. He will yawn when he is suspicious, nervous, or about to harm someone. So, if the posthumans who join me can notice this, their chances of survival will increase … My 'clone' also has this characteristic. "
The phrase "join me" was really strange. Lin Sanjiu found it hard to get used to it. "Then, how should I address you?"
"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet," the man in the red shirt slapped his forehead and smiled, "I'm 'Murder Hotel'. Nice to meet you."
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