Perhaps Lin Sanjiu had made a sound in her excitement, but the black figure in front of her suddenly stopped chewing and raised his round head.
"Who is it?"
Little Century Egg's mouth was wet, and his words were still mixed with the liquid in his mouth. He climbed up with the support of his matchstick-like limbs, and a pair of protruding white eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. He sniffled and immediately identified Lin Sanjiu's location. He turned his head towards the cabinet where she was hiding.
"Sis, it's you," Little Century said softly, "I can smell your scent."
When he opened his mouth, a small piece of flesh slipped out. He quickly caught it and stuffed it back into his mouth.
"Smell my scent?"
Just as the thought flashed across Lin Sanjiu's mind, the pair of large eyes had already closed in on her. They stopped in the dark gap between the cabinets and met each other's eyes. He stared at her silently for a few seconds.
While Lin Sanjiu was bewildered, the black figure suddenly stretched his hand into the gap between the cabinets. Seeing a withered twig-like finger coming toward her, Lin Sanjiu's scalp went numb. She immediately took out her [Soldier's Special Tranquilizer Gun] and shot at the hand.
Her counterattack was unexpectedly successful. Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, Little Century only let out half a whimper before he fell to the ground. Only then did Lin Sanjiu let out a sigh of relief.
This gun came from the Garden of Eden. The anesthetic dosage it was loaded with had no mercy on its target. It was probably enough to knock out an elephant. Regardless of whether Little Century was a 'replica' or a walking corpse, she could use the anesthetic to block his nervous system.
The black figure that fell to the ground seemed to be moving slightly, but it was so small that it was almost imperceptible.
When Lin Sanjiu retracted her gaze, Mrs. Manas asked, "What was that thing?"
"I don't know." Lin Sanjiu wiped the sweat off her forehead. She felt a lot more relaxed just by listening to that familiar voice. She hurriedly explained and squeezed through the furniture while asking, "How's my higher consciousness? Is it enough to seal my hearing? "
"Yes, it's enough." Mrs. Manas seemed to have read the part of Lin Sanjiu's memory, so she quickly grasped the situation. "But your higher consciousness hasn't recovered much, so you can only do one thing. Do you want to use it as your senses, or do you want to use it as a mimicry? "
Lin Sanjiu perked up, but she couldn't help laughing bitterly.
Was there still a need to say it?
She had no idea what had happened to her companions, especially Puppeteer's life and death. It was like a dark cloud hanging over her head. She needed Ji Shanqing's brain.
She let out a long sigh. Seeing that Little Egg's shadow had been left behind, she sat down in the narrow space in front of the bedside table. She stuffed the paper ball back into her pocket and lowered her eyes. This was the first time Lin Sanjiu recalled the grand prize ever since he disappeared.
They had once lay together under the starry sky and waited for dawn. They had also squatted together by the roadside and shared a pot of hot soup. Lin Sanjiu had transformed half of the bookstore into a card for him. Sometimes, the grand prize would lean on her shoulder with his head tilted to one side, flipping the pages of a book lazily. Occasionally, when he came to an interesting passage, he would read it to her. His voice was as clear as a pebbled stream. When the wind blew, his hair and the clean scent of soap assaulted Lin Sanjiu's nose.
It was hard to imagine that the grand prize had been lying to her during those moments when they were snuggling up to each other.
"Don't think about it. It's useless," Mrs. Manas couldn't help interrupting. "Imitate his thoughts. Put his personality and way of thinking into your mind. You know what to do. Don't just remember."
Lin Sanjiu sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll do it again."
However, when she closed her eyes, the grand prize's voice rang in her ears uncontrollably.
"Sis."
Ji Shanqing was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of a building. His black hair fluttered in the wind under the blue sky. He rolled up the book and propped it under his chin. He lowered his head and smiled at her. "What if we suddenly separate one day?"
She couldn't remember what she had said at that time. It was probably something along the lines of "try not to separate".
"How can you be so sure about such things in an apocalyptic world?" Ji Shanqing didn't seem satisfied with her answer.
"What do you think we should do then?" Lin Sanjiu laughed. She stretched out her arm and shielded him from behind.
"I don't know." Occasionally, he would pout his lips. It looked like a bright red flower had fallen on a piece of white jade. "It would be great if there was an 'anchor' to hold one of us in place. Then, the other person would know where to look. "
Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but laugh.
It was probably every posthuman's dream to not have to wander around in the cycle of reincarnation.
"Lin Sanjiu!" Mrs. Manas' voice suddenly cut off her train of thought. Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes abruptly. "Didn't I tell you? You can't activate the mimicry ability because of your memories. You don't have much time left. Stop thinking about it. "
"I don't know why, but I just can't control it." Lin Sanjiu was a little annoyed. She didn't expect that there would be a time when she couldn't activate the [Consciousness Mimicry]. She took a few deep breaths. Before she tried to activate the ability for the third time, she didn't forget to scan her surroundings to make sure that she wasn't standing on any gaps in the furniture.
But just as her gaze turned, it suddenly turned back and stopped on a large wardrobe. Even in the darkness of the night, the large mark carved on the door of the wardrobe could still be vaguely seen. It was the mark she had left behind.
This was the wardrobe that "Puppeteer's dead body" walked into.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Manas asked in her mind.
"Nothing," Lin Sanjiu's eyes seemed to be glued to the wardrobe. It took her some effort to look away. She lowered her head. "Let me try again."
As soon as she said that, she lowered her eyes. However, less than two seconds later, Lin Sanjiu found herself looking up at the wardrobe again without realizing it.
"Why do I keep looking at the wardrobe?" Lin Sanjiu questioned herself. Little Century wasn't even a living person. How could she take his words seriously when he tried to lure Lin Sanjiu into the wardrobe?
Even though Lin Sanjiu said that, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was a thought stirring in the depths of her mind. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. It was as if there was a pebble in her shoe and she couldn't find it no matter how hard she tried.
According to Little Century's description, Puppeteer walked into the wardrobe with his head lowered and his feet scratching the ground … The head of the fatty … The nesting doll … Layers upon layers of nesting dolls that could be taken off and worn …
She couldn't activate her ability. Mrs. Manas sounded a little desperate, "Hey, what's wrong with you today —"
"I know!"
Lin Sanjiu's sudden shout stirred up countless ripples in the dark night. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that she wasn't just talking to Mrs. Manas in her mind. She even shouted out loud. She quickly shut her mouth and said to Mrs. Manas in her mind, "Even though I didn't activate the mimicry ability, I suddenly figured it out!"
"Figured what out?"
Lin Sanjiu jumped up from her seat, knocking the coffee table beside her with a loud clatter. There was no need for her to mimic the grand prize because it was too simple. It was just like the spelling games she used to play when she was young. All the letters were in front of her, and all she had to do was to arrange them in the correct order.
"I know what's going on with Puppeteer now," Lin Sanjiu was so excited that her breathing quickened. "It's obvious. Puppeteer isn't dead, and Century was telling the truth! At least, the part about Puppeteer should be the truth. "
"This is so tiring. I think I should just read your surface consciousness," Mrs. Manas grumbled in dissatisfaction. After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard Mrs. Manas say, "I see!" Mrs. Manas exclaimed slowly in her mind.
If she could find the correct order of the letters, she would be able to spell a word. If she could find the order of the messy situation, she would be able to reconstruct the other side of the story.
1. Before entering the furniture graveyard, Polva had already removed a few layers of his "nesting doll body".
2. After entering the furniture graveyard, Polva removed at least one layer of his "nesting doll body". This was proven by a human head.
3. Every time Polva removed a layer, he would become smaller.
4. Puppeteer was half a head taller than Lin Sanjiu.
5. Puppeteer was severely injured and unconscious, so Polva had to carry him.
6. During the competition, Lin Sanjiu already knew that Polva had to find a place where no one could see him when he wanted to put his "nesting doll body" back on. Soulsqn even mocked him for that.
"It turns out that his body was too small at that time, so when he carried Puppeteer into the wardrobe, only Puppeteer could be seen from afar, but not Polva. No wonder Century described Puppeteer's actions in such a weird way, with his head lowered and his feet on the ground … It's because he wasn't walking on his own, "Mrs. Manas muttered." Who would have thought that the truth was so simple? If you had discovered it earlier, you wouldn't have to go around in circles … "
"If I didn't go around in circles, I wouldn't have discovered it."
"So, what do you plan to do now?"
Lin Sanjiu exhaled and placed her hand on the wardrobe's door handle. She gently pulled the wardrobe door open a slit. The darkness inside the wardrobe was so thick that it seemed as if it could devour everything. According to Century, they never came out of the wardrobe. Lin Sanjiu didn't know if this was true or not, but what else could she do other than to believe it for the time being?
She could already smell the faint musty smell of the old wooden wardrobe. It enveloped her along with the darkness.
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