Doomsday Wonderland - Vol 9 Chapter 2369

Even Lin Sanjiu felt that Lin Sanjiu’s random excuses were full of loopholes. Naturally, it was even more impossible to convince Li Bao and Qing Jiuliu—she had no choice but to use the procrastination formula.

“My state these past two days is a bit strange.” She sighed, and Fu Xiluo’s pair of peach blossom-like eyes in the storage room appeared in her mind. “But I promise, I’m fine… so, let me observe and observe first, if it doesn’t work, I will definitely let the gift bag check it for me, how about it?”

The reluctance on Ji Shanqing’s face was so thick that it was almost watery. He also learned to vent his anger, and when Qing Jiuliu raised his hands to express his surrender, he gave him a hard look.

According to the meaning of the gift package, Lin Sanjiu would already be in the process of being interpreted at this time; but he couldn’t hold back his sister, so he could only reluctantly “hmm”, but he also did not miss the observation and the side tapping. Evaluation—for a while, Lin Sanjiu felt like a mental patient, under the strict watch of the doctor, to see if she could be discharged from the hospital.

Sure enough, Pina was nowhere to be seen during lunch, even though she had just said in the morning that she hoped to have dinner with everyone and take a walk after dinner—when Lin Sanjiu went to find her, she found that the door of the medical cabin had been locked; After finally persuading the big witch to open the door, Lin Sanjiu found a huge quilt bag on Pina’s hospital bed.

“Don’t come to see me,” Pina’s voice came from under the quilt muffled and dull, “I don’t want to see anyone… No, I don’t want to go out. Let me die here.”

The big witch seemed to sneer, the voice was very soft, and it flashed past; Lin Sanjiu turned her head and found that she was still reading the newspaper with a serious expression.

“Where’s the newspaper?” She couldn’t help asking.

“Yuan Xiangxi drew it,” the big witch said, shaking out the newspaper and showing it to Lin Sanjiu.

It was a real newspaper, but the original newspaper name was painted over, and “Exodus Express” was written in black and bold letters, and the printed report was pasted with a piece of paper full of words .

“Today’s headline is, ‘Is the identity of Lord Li in doubt’?”

Under the quilt, Pina let out a long moan.

Lin Sanjiu didn’t speak for a while. There was a small part of her that wanted to smile because of this newspaper, and another part of her that couldn’t help but just sigh.

Li Zhijun, who had been with her for a short time, was gone before she returned the favor; only his memory melted into Fu Xiluo’s mind and became a part of the latter… Does another exist?

“What’s wrong?” The big witch glanced at her from the corner of her eyes.

In everyone’s mind, a memory that never happened is firmly embedded…but now is not the time to tell the truth.

Lin Sanjiu shook his head, coughed, and said, “It’s okay. Yuan Xiangxi is really… As a ghost, he really has much more leisure time than a living person. And he moves quite fast.”

Pina wailed and asked from under the quilt: “How many newspapers did he make?”

“Who knows.” The big witch carefully folded the newspaper and put it into the storage tool.

“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Lin Sanjiu said sincerely, patted the quilt again, and comforted him: “…It’s inevitable, after all, the piece of glass you saw at the beginning was dirty, like a lake. , anyone can get it wrong. Besides, the Lord of Fu-Li will not blame you.”

It’s okay not to comfort her, but when she comforted her, Pina groaned again. “I was so swearing yesterday…”

The implanted memory is really scary, even Pina, who discovered the flaw at the beginning, was tricked by tact; but apart from this implanted memory, they seem to have no problems.

Lin Sanjiu comforted Pina a few more words, and left the medical cabin.

The fuel won’t be delivered until at least tomorrow morning, and before the fuel arrives, she finds that she has nothing to do: the biggest crisis has been resolved and gone, and every friend who needs to be taken care of has been taken care of.

Since entering the doomsday, crises have always been one after another, and all her energy has been spent on how to find a gap between the fangs of the doomsday to escape, resisting and fighting, this kind of luxury of “not knowing what to do” , Lin Sanjiu even forgot when it happened last time.

After thinking about it, she simply walked towards the library, ready to take a look at Heizeji—she didn’t think that Fu Xiluo had really done anything to him, but she just took a look to feel more at ease.

The library on Exodus is not large; because it’s not really a library at all.

In order to make the interior of the starship look more like a mansion, the man who carried out the house-buying scam had added and remodeled a lot of places; the facilities generally found in mansions are available on Exodus, and if not, Exodus also has them—but That liar might not like to read books, but it was obvious that at the end of the renovation project, he suddenly slapped his head and converted a small warehouse into a library.

In the room that was originally a warehouse, there was not a single window; at this moment, only a solitary floor lamp was lit, and in the silence surrounded by tall bookshelves, a small piece of dim orange light spread out.

Kurosawa Ji, who had arrived more than half an hour ago, was still sitting alone under the halo of the floor lamp, the pages of the book in his hands glowing a bright light yellow. The single sofa surrounds and supports him, half sunk in the shadow of the corner, half holding his breath under the light.

“…Hei Zeji?” Lin Sanjiu opened the door and called out in a low voice.

Hei Zeji raised his eyes and put down the book; with his movements, the light and shadow alternated on his face, falling into new ups and downs and contours, and stopped at his half-turned head posture.

He didn’t look surprised at all, as if he was waiting for her to enter the door – perhaps before Lin Sanjiu approached the library, he had already noticed who was coming in the corridor outside?

It seems a bit strange to directly ask “Are you okay?” Lin Sanjiu found him in the library instead of the martial arts training ground, which itself is also surprising. It feels like Kurosawa Ji is the kind of student who doesn’t like reading very much in school.

“You… what are you doing?”

“Reading.” He Zeji frowned, and said it as a matter of course.

…this is a really meaningless piece of crap.

“What book are you reading?” Lin Sanjiu asked out of words. She still doesn’t know how to inquire about it in a roundabout way—although it seems that Kurosawa Ji is fine now.

“I don’t know either.” The wrinkles between Kuizei’s brows deepened, as if impatientness was about to freeze forever, as a warning to future generations.

“…Ah? How could you not know?”

“I’ve never read this book,” Kurosawa said, closing the book with a snap, “It’s so boring, it’s so boring that it’s just a spiritual trial, so boring that I read the next page, I just forgot the previous page. I thought I could read it in a quieter environment…I admit defeat, it is better than me.”

Reading is not a contest.

“Then… Then read another book.” Lin Sanjiu said blankly.

I don’t know why, but I always feel that this conversation seems to have a tendency to slip out of my hand like a wild horse.

“I won’t change it anymore,” Hei Zeji tucked it into his waist, and the book disappeared. “I’ve seen enough today, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

Isn’t it boring? Do you want to take the book back and read it?

Does this mean that you have to finish watching?

Lin Sanjiu rubbed her brows vigorously – no, the book is not the point.

“Well, are you okay?” She still bit the bullet and asked directly. “The thing about Li Zhijun and Fu Xiluo… Well, I don’t think I came to ask you how you are.”

Kurosawa Ji was puzzled from the bottom of his heart and said, “Ask me why? What can I do?”

“Aren’t you friends…”

Hei Zeji frowned, still waiting for her to explain—obviously, just such a sentence still cannot be a logical enough reason for him.

Lin Sanjiu simply stopped asking. Anyway, seeing him like this, she knew he was fine, so she simply changed the subject and said, “What are you going to do next?”

“Who knows,” Kurosawa Ji stretched out his arms lazily, and stretched out every inch of his body on the sofa, like a big cat that has been curled up for a long time. “I really rarely have this kind of time when I don’t have to run around for resources and have nothing to do.”

Lin Sanjiu couldn’t help smiling. “Isn’t that bad?”

“Pretty good,” he agreed, standing up from the sofa. “It would be even better if I could meet the person you mentioned earlier. Do you want to stay and read?”

“No,” Lin Sanjiu opened the door again, “I’ll go out with you.”

However, that being said, when she just walked into the corridor with Kuizeji, she suddenly trembled all over her body—Kisawaji was so sensitive that it was almost as if space was also a part of his body, and even the vibration of the air could touch him nerves; immediately turned and glanced at her.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Well…it’s nothing, you go first.” Lin Sanjiu smiled at him, “I’ll go in and find a book.”

After watching him go away, she quickly walked into the library and closed the door behind her.

“Why did you call me all of a sudden?” Lin Sanjiu complained to Teacher Yi in a low voice, “When I suspected that I had lost my memory before, you didn’t come out, but now you jumped out suddenly…It surprised me.”

“The library,” Mr. Yi couldn’t feel sorry, and said stubbornly, “Take a closer look at the library.”

What happened to the library?

Lin Sanjiu knew that this meant that he had found something worth noting in his subconscious mind—but what it was, it seemed that even Teacher Yi couldn’t tell why for the time being.

The library, though small, was peacefully and comfortably furnished; the Persian rug sank into shadows beyond the circle of still-lit floor lamps. On a small table, there are bookmarks, a magnifying glass, and a pen holder scattered about.

In the one-seater sofa, a back pillow still had the shape of being pressed down by Kurosawa Ji.

The bookshelves on all four sides are up to the ceiling and down to the ground. They are full of books, and there is not even a gap on the shelves. But after all, the books were given as a gift when buying a house, so no one would have carefully selected them. If you look carefully at this time, you will find that the shelves near the ceiling and the floor are actually filled with sets of empty bookcases. Decorative things; only the shelves in the center are real books—although the types and languages ​​are random, there are not many.

“What’s wrong?”

Lin Sanjiu looked back and forth a few times, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

No… She also felt that there was a very subtle “strangeness” in this library… But what was it?