MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 1854 Fly to the confusing palace

Chapter 1854 flying to the confusing palace

This chapter is also very fast

In that lifelike and rich daydream, the banknotes in Ruyue Station became a detail that Lin Sanjiu remembered clearly; the soft plastic-like material showed the clear color of the blue sky and the sea, which made her especially impressed. profound.

—But it should never be here.

As soon as Lin Sanjiu's eyes fell on the few blue bills, a low "Ah" slid out of her throat-the next second, she suddenly regretted it.

As if something was aroused, the airflow on the table seemed to change suddenly. Although she immediately lowered her eyelids, the gazes from her side still stuck to her as real as they were, and after a while she finally moved away; after Lin Sanjiu adjusted her expression quickly, she raised her head again. At this time, the banknote in Dr. Chen's hand had turned into the pink she was familiar with, with a leader's head printed on it.

As she remembered.

Is it wrong?

"What's the matter?" Doctor Chen, who was holding a few banknotes, gave her a surprised look and handed the money out.

The faint background music in the restaurant still mellowed.

"No, it's nothing," Lin Sanjiu tried his best to smile gently at him, feeling a cold sweat slipping from his back.

Her peripheral light has caught the strange thing on the table tightly, but her muscles are tight at the moment, and she can’t wait to even cling to her body motionlessly—"I just accidentally touched my foot. , It's okay."

She only hoped that her voice would not vibrate too much.

…At the meal just now, Zhu Mei ordered a lamb chop. Along with the lamb chops, there was also a pot of steaming black pepper sauce—the sauce in this restaurant was put in a small silver pot for the guests to use, and it was used up in Zhumei After the black pepper juice, she conveniently placed the small silver pot in front of her dinner plate.

At this moment, Zhu Mei's distorted reflection appeared on the curved surface of the silver kettle.

She sat next to Lin Sanjiu, facing Dr. Chen's direction; although she did not turn her head, her eyes were staring at Lin Sanjiu without moving—the black eyeballs were completely pushed into the corners of her eyes, almost looking. Gone, there was nothing left in his eyes.

A pair of snow-white eyeballs stared at Lin Sanjiu motionlessly on the silver pot-can normal people do this kind of thing? Also, why does Dr. Chen seem to be unaware of the strangeness?

Leaning on half of Zhu Mei's body, as if leaning on needle felt.

"Okay, we should go, too." Lin Sanjiu said with a smile on purpose, and then suddenly he moved in his heart, turned his head and said to Zhu Mei's profile: "...you said it was strange, I thought he was just now. The money is blue."

Almost as soon as she uttered her voice, Zhu Mei's black eyes flashed back to the center.

"Blue? You are wrong about the light." The white, tender, slightly rounded face turned and smiled, still the familiar appearance: "... By the way, do you want to go to my house to sleep at night? Huh?"

Lin Sanjiu swallowed the word "no" that was about to blurt out, and deliberately hesitated for a few seconds before he waved his hand and smiled: "I'll talk forever with you, and I won't be able to go to work the next day. I won't go. !"

Zhu Mei glanced at her, smiled slowly, and said nothing.

When she walked out of the restaurant, the air-conditioning wind at the door blew on the back of Lin Sanjiu's neck, making her tremble after she had just been covered in white hair and sweat. Although Dr. Chen enthusiastically sent the two of them home, the calm appearance that Lin Sanjiu tried hard to maintain could not last long. After hurriedly saying goodbye because of her tiredness, she fled and jumped into a rental car. —After taking a few breaths, she felt better now.

"Where to go?"

After waiting for a few seconds, the dark shadow on the driver's seat asked.

When the word "Xing" rushed to the tip of his tongue, Lin Sanjiu was suddenly startled.

Where to go?

Don’t you want to go home?

The "Happy West Li" she almost said was the most expensive and luxurious real estate in the city's downtown area; in her dream, Lin Sanjiu moved to this community because of a person named Ren Nan.

Of course she couldn't live in such a high-class place, and it seemed that the dream was indeed too realistic. Lin Sanjiu stroked his forehead, but immediately fell into a daze.

…So, where is my home?

A burst of migraines hit her right skull like a hammer, and Lin Sanjiu endured the pain of a torn nerve, desperately trying to recall his address.

What's wrong...

"Miss, what's the matter with you? Where are you going?" The driver probably asked again after seeing no sound in the back seat for a while.

"Wait, wait..." Lin Sanjiu rubbed his right temple, his nose became heavier because of a headache. "Let me think..."

The carriage was silent for a second.

Suddenly, the driver's voice became very soft. He turned his face slightly, lowered his voice, and asked in a soft voice, "...are you going home?"

This soft question somehow struck Lin Sanjiu's spine like lightning. In an instant, all the hairs on her body stood up—the headache of drums and drums was still very clear, but Lin Sanjiu was at this moment. But she didn't care, she swallowed, stared at the driver's profile, and touched the door handle with her finger.

The door was locked and could not be opened.

The intuition from nowhere was warning her over and over again not to give an affirmative answer.

However, this warning seems to have come a bit late.

"...Did you forget the address of your home?" The driver's voice became softer and softer. After being listened to like a muscle relaxant, he couldn't help but want to let out a long sigh, and then fell into the sofa.

"But how can one not remember the address of one's home?"

The driver asked and replied.

Amid fierce headaches, tension and confusion, a sense of peace of mind and trust slowly blended in—knowing that this feeling could not be trusted, but Lin Sanjiu couldn’t help closing his eyes slightly, and his shoulders slackened. , The finger slipped off the car door.

In the quiet carriage, only the driver's voice drifted away like smoke, permeating the air, making people more relaxed. "There must be something wrong in it, don't you think so, this lady?"

As the driver turned his head slowly, Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes almost weakly.

Under the peaked cap and between the neckline of the eggplant jacket, there was a dark void—nothing, no face, no neck. Lin Sanjiu watched as one of the cuffs slowly lifted up and stretched towards her.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced her brain, and a furious voice suddenly screamed out of nowhere: "Hurry up!"