Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2317: Cave stone paintings…?

Ji Shanqing's mind is basically a storm now. At the very least, he has no hope until he sees an intact Lin Sanjiu - Qing Jiuliu just looked back at that When I turned around, I found that Ji Shanqing had run quite far in the direction pointed by the personality. It seemed that he was not suspicious at all.

"Wait," Qingjiuru finally grabbed his shoulder and told him to slow down.

Ji Shanqing turned his head, as if he couldn't see him in his eyes. His eyes passed through him, but he still felt dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"

"Use paper cranes," Qingjiuru glanced behind him and whispered.

Ji Shanqing, who has always been smart and astute, actually needed someone to remind him before he could think of it. It can be said that caring leads to chaos; his reaction was not slow, he said "oh" and hurriedly took out a paper crane , said: "It makes sense."

After all, that personality appeared suddenly, who knows if he really pointed in the right direction?

The paper crane is different. It can faithfully lead the two of them to where Lin Sanjiu is at this moment. They did not consider using the paper crane before because they were afraid of being discovered by Ouxieu; but if Ouse Sidu had already caught Lin Sanjiu, so there was nothing to worry about.

Just when he was about to release the paper crane, Qingjiu Liu held him down again. "Do you really want to post it like this?"

Ji Shanqing blinked twice - if the eyes are really the windows of the soul, then Qingjiuliu felt that what he saw through the window now must be all the images of Lin Sanjiu.

"Yes," he finally woke up quickly, "that personality may be lying... If Oasis hasn't found his sister yet, if we release the paper cranes like this, it will be like guiding him."

It would have taken at least several minutes of debugging for anyone else, but it was quite simple in Data Body's hands; but after more than ten seconds, a thin, metal wire stretched out from the belly of the paper crane. , it seems to be a natural part of it - generally speaking, once a paper crane is released, it is very difficult to take it back. Ji Shanqing's change is equivalent to transforming it into a kite.

If you think about it carefully, Ji Shanqing should have spent energy writing the paper crane... During this period of time, he has been by Lin Sanjiu's side, fighting, running around, writing items, almost responding to every request; after so long How much energy is left in his body?

After thinking about it, Qingjiuru didn't ask directly.

"Lin Sanjiu," Ji Shanqing's voice trembled slightly when he spat out the name; Qing Jiuliu could almost imagine what he expected and what he feared at this moment.

The paper crane leaped into the night, and the thread flashed slightly in the dimness. Sure enough, it was heading in the direction Feng Sti pointed.

The two of them didn't say a word, and started to catch up. Zhihe was much more accurate than Yaoyao's finger. In just a minute or two, the two had already passed half of Luoshi City; however, the night ahead was still silent, and there was no trace of anyone fighting.

... From another perspective, if Oasis has really caught Xiaojiu, then she may not have much room to fight.

Qing Jiuliu glanced at Ji Shanqing from the corner of his eye; he knew that he would not be the only one who thought of this.

Ji Shanqing hasn't said a word since a while ago, clenching his teeth tightly and focusing all his energy on the paper crane.

Although it seems that the two of them can just follow the paper crane, but even if they just think about it, the difficulty is staggering.

Zhihe can fly extremely fast, and the flying height can even be close to a thousand meters. To keep it within the field of vision, it means that he must run as hard as he can while constantly transmitting commands to the data of the paper crane to let it Maintaining a height and speed that will not throw away the two of them - if you completely rewrite the data of the paper crane, even such a simple small item will take some effort; so Jishan Qingning can use this one The way to continue to consume mental energy and energy is just to find Lin Sanjiu earlier.

Qingjiureu didn't persuade him because he knew it would be useless.

Sometimes, he even envied Ji Shanqing: Just as Libao's fear and anxiety were huge at the moment, the light he felt when he returned to Lin Sanjiu was so bright and the joy was so great. Intense——Qingjiu Liu pursues another way of life.

He had to use alcohol and other things to make the strong impact lose its sharpness and become numb and blunt, so that he could find a space for breathing.

Perhaps Ji Shanqing was too focused when adjusting the output command, or perhaps the accident happened at the moment when Qingjiu Liu was distracted - when the two suddenly stopped, Zhihe The "click" sound of one head hitting the stone wall in front of it echoed in the air; just like a live bird flying up the glass window, the paper crane actually slipped softly from the stone wall and fell on the on the ground.

"What's going on?" When Qing Jiuliu blurted out, Ji Shanqing had already raised his hand quickly, took the paper crane back and held it in his palm.

"The order has been cut off," he said after a few seconds. His voice was smooth and steady, but beneath the almost calm tone, it seemed as if a quicksand pit was collapsing, expanding, and falling deeper. "The order to find my sister... was obviously not completed, but was interrupted."

Qingjiuru looked around.

The place where the paper crane hit the wall was in an alley. From just now, Paper Crane led them to turn left and right, gradually going deeper, and soon entered the area with dense stone buildings and narrow streets in Luoshi City; they had just emerged from the previous path, and Paper Crane Before the crane could turn the corner, it hit the stone wall in front of it.

"What...the direction Feng Sti mentioned should be over there, right?" Ji Shanqing looked around, almost unable to conceal his almost desperate urgency.

They were led so far by the paper crane. Who can say for sure where Feng Siti was pointing in the first place?

"Come and take a look at this,"

Qing Jiuru stood in front of the stone wall and turned to call him.

Ji Shanqing walked up without saying a word - every second he was not running towards his sister, he seemed to be suppressing some discomfort.

As early as when he was analyzing the paper crane, Qingjiuru had already observed the wall through the dim skylight. At this time, Ji Shanqing's eyes followed his fingers, landed lightly on the stone wall, and slowly turned around a few times.

If I really want to make an analogy, it's as if someone carved a lot of comic strips on this wall.

In the first picture, a crudely-shaped man and a crudely-shaped woman are standing face to face, with a moon above their heads. The only thing that can make people recognize that it is a woman is that there are a few long lines on the circle that represents the head, which seems to represent hair.

The second picture changes the scene: two equally crude human figures stand on a road, seeming to be talking to a person in the shadow of a building.

Ji Shanqing raised his eyebrows slightly. "The first picture is my sister, and the second picture is us?"

Qing Jiuru nodded silently and moved his finger to the next picture.

In the third picture, the two figures are running, with a bird flying in the air in front of them.

In the fourth picture, a long shadow is cast behind the woman, and a human-shaped black shadow is halfway out of her shadow. Next to the black shadow, there are two small characters that say "radish".

"Wait a minute," Ji Shanqing quickly glanced at Qing Jiuliu, "Carrot?"

"I also immediately thought of the visa officer we killed." Qingjiuru wanted to laugh, but was afraid that the sound would be a bitter smile. "After all, you've discovered it, right? Each painting is more detailed and clearer than the last... This floating black shadow is obviously a person, not a real carrot."

By the time of the fifth painting, the woman's figure carved on the stone wall and composed of lines had been enriched with many details - the racer vest, the length of her hair, the boots on her feet... For those who are familiar with her, For a person, it was enough to tell that it was Lin Sanjiu. ~IndoMTL.com~ It's just that it's Lin Sanjiu submerged in the water; there are still a pair of hands tightly holding on the ankles, as if being dragged down by some water ghost.

"The fifth painting is now...she is in the water at the moment." Qingjiuru whispered, pointing to the sixth painting. "Because the pictures seem to be arranged in chronological order...you see."

In the stone wall picture that is more refined and richer than the previous one, two human figures that are obviously Qing Jiuliu and Ji Shanqing are standing at the fork of an alley; not far in front of the fork is There is a stone wall, and on the ground under the stone wall, there is an origami crane - the traces and shape of the origami are all clear.

The two people in the picture have their backs to the "viewer"; it is as if the person who painted them on the stone wall is standing behind them.

Ji Shanqing couldn't hold it back and suddenly turned around - he was so panicked at that moment that even Qing Jiuliu couldn't help but look back - the alley where the two came was filled with people. There were large overlapping shadows, but it was still empty, without a single person.

"Where's the seventh picture?" He turned around quickly, "How is sister-"

The two men's eyes fell on the next picture at the same time; but the seventh picture was not Lin Sanjiu either.

The two figures representing them approached the stone wall and were observing the pictures on the stone wall closely, just like the situation they were in at the moment.

The perspective is still behind them, but it is much closer than the previous picture - it seems that the painter has walked behind them; even where Ji Shanqing's hair falls, it is clear The ground screen is displayed.

The only difference is Qing Jiuliu next to Ji Shanqing.

In the painting, Qingjiuru was pointing at the eighth picture on the wall. He was still unaware that a smaller black figure was slowly climbing up his back.