Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1518: Ideological work

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... Lin Sanjiu had a vague thought in the back of her mind: She underestimated Master Zhang.

These game creators have low combat power, have their own agendas, and are scattered, so even if they can mobilize words, she has never been really afraid - take Master Zhang as an example, even if he just heard the news that the girl is not dead, how to deal with it When Lin Sanjiu was drinking, he would not just throw out the word "death" in a daze. Unlike young people who act a bit recklessly, when it comes to Master Zhang's own wealth and life, he would consider a 0.1% chance of risk too great.

For the same reason, it is impossible for him to post words like "coma". If both of them are unconscious, it means that both of them are dead, because other game creators who come to the door will never let this good opportunity go to waste. Since she won't die or lose consciousness, no matter what negative impact she has to suffer, can she still be unable to withstand Master Zhang?

Of course, these were all her thinking activities before she actually saw the words.

What she can still hear now is Teacher Yi’s continuous calling, as if she is a dying person and must call her name to keep her attention: "Lin Sanjiu! Lin Sanjiu , think about it carefully, your current feelings are all caused by words, you don’t want to..."

Lin Sanjiu stood there in a daze, looking at Master Zhang across from him, still holding the half-written [Hongyan Family Letter] in his hand.

Master Zhang has stood firm again. Although his belly is so big and he still looks so fat and heavy, it is this feeling of heaviness that gives him a calm and unhurried demeanor. . He looked at the paper in Lin Sanjiu's hand, then looked at her expression, and then said slowly and tentatively: "Come on, let me have a look."

As if being adjusted by someone, as soon as he spoke, Teacher Yi's voice immediately shook, weakened, and lost its color. It was like an old historical document that no longer had any meaning.

Lin Sanjiu was silent for a few seconds, and finally walked over obediently and handed him the [Hongyan Family Letter].

Master Zhang couldn't help but feel a little happy. He took the piece of paper, lowered his eyelids, and while scanning the words on the paper, he asked casually: "Send this thing to me, do you have any objection?"

"No, no," Lin Sanjiu replied hurriedly - she herself was not used to this new feeling, as if she was afraid that she would say it too late and the other party would misunderstand. She had to be careful with her and choose her words, but it was not like when facing the puppet master, she was afraid of irritating his protective heart. Instead, she was respectful and submissive that made her feel strange.

She didn't like this feeling, not to mention that Teacher Yi in her mind never gave up and kept trying to speak out; but these small incongruous notes were all under the power of the few words behind Master Zhang. Suppressed and eliminated.

The words "power" and "power", which are two to three meters high, stand high against the ceiling, forming a combination of light and shadow behind Master Zhang. Each of the called out words has a different temperament, but there has never been any one as solemn, huge, and heavy as them; the strong, unquestionable white light seems to have solidified with the strokes, turning at the edge, and then It casts a deep and frightening darkness.

Before these two words, people do not exist.

Whoever they stand behind exists. Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to look directly at them, but also didn't dare not to look at them - all for the same reason.

Master Zhang is completely relieved. His words also had an effect on himself, so his actions and speeches became more and more like a big shot; he shook the piece of paper in his hand and said slowly: "You have an accomplice here. Ah..."

Fortunately, most of the dialogue has been "pushed" up by new writing and disappeared from the paper; apart from "Edgar Allan Poe has her accomplices", Master Zhang could not see any other information.

"Yes," Lin Sanjiu replied immediately - and then suppressed the urge to proactively provide more information. It was difficult for her to explain clearly what she was feeling in her heart. On the one hand, she wanted to lower her head, bend down, and admire him, but on the other hand, she wanted to struggle, escape, and push him down. But she didn't dare. She didn't dare to do anything except stay still, because Master Zhang didn't ask her to laugh with him, nor did he force her to rebel.

"Are you the woman who rushed out before?" Master Zhang raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Restore it to its original state and let me take a look."

What can he do to her if he doesn't? Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of a specific possible consequence, but as long as she thought about the word "disobedience" for a moment, she felt as if she was about to slide off the edge of the cliff, and even her stomach tightened. Screwed together.

She dropped her disguise.

Master Zhang opened his eyes wide, nodded several times, and said, "Well, I didn't expect that you can still do it. Oh," he seemed to suddenly have a connection in his mind, "So, before you That so-called humanoid object is actually your accomplice, right? He is not a humanoid object at all?"

Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyelids and nodded. She seemed to have degenerated into a child in an instant, weak and without any ideas.

Master Zhang smacked his lips. "What about Edgar Allan Poe? How much did he know?"

"He didn't know our identities. He thought my accomplice was one of the game creators." She said hoarsely.

"He said that the girl is not dead, so what's going on?" Master Zhang frowned and asked, "Don't think you can hide it from me. Is the girl dead?"

"Dead..."

"Then why did he say he was not dead?"

Lin Sanjiu felt like her teeth were chattering. It's one thing to ask her to expose herself; it's another thing to ask her to voluntarily confess Yu Yuan. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, blood rushed to her head, and she squeezed out each word: "Because my friend...he pretended to be..."

She couldn't say the second half of the sentence, but even if she bit her lip and stopped talking, it would be meaningless - Master Zhang nodded and sighed.

"It's a pity," he said slowly, "It's a pity that Poe has spread the news, and now everyone knows that the girl is not dead, and that your identity is fishy. They are not completely Silly...have you seen my phone?"

Lin Sanjiu wished she could look at the phone with one eye and stare at "power" and "power" with the other - she always suspected that if she couldn't see them, they would silently crush her into powder~IndoMTL.com ~dissipated in the wind.

"It's actually not a phone. Well, I'm quite nostalgic, so I set up my internal messaging system to look like this..." Master Zhang put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps in place, and said, "But actually As soon as there is a message, it will be played to me immediately. If I want to send the message, I don’t need to call each one. You see, it has been a while since Edgar Allan Poe’s message just now. But I haven’t received any news from others.”

Lin Sanjiu said nothing, waiting quietly for him to say.

"What does this mean?" He waved his hand, sneered, and said, "You entered my room, and they all clearly saw it. Now your identity is suddenly doubtful, and you haven't gone out yet. I'm afraid they either think I'm out of luck...or I've got you under control."

Master Zhang paused for a while when he said this.

"These people are not very courageous. For a while, they didn't dare to come in... When we stay in the house for a long time, they will want to come in and take a look."

Master Zhang looked at Lin Sanjiu and smiled almost kindly. "During this period of time, I think you still need to exercise your thoughts."