Chapter 993: I'm Here
This was the first time she attempted to establish contact with the puppet and its master behind it. After waiting for a while, Lin Sanjiu half-dragged the rectangular-faced person out of the tool room. Squinting her eyes in the bright light, she carefully examined him.
When she looked into his dull, plastic-like eyes, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She tapped his forehead with her knuckles and asked, "What's going on?"
The rectangular-faced person just stared at her numbly.
"Aren't you supposed to sense every puppet?" Lin Sanjiu grabbed his collar and shook him. "Focus your energy here—here! Is your antenna broken? Hey!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the expression on the rectangular-faced person suddenly cracked, as if a layer of ice had shattered, revealing a vivid expression. As soon as his gaze focused on Lin Sanjiu's face, it immediately turned as if he had seen something filthy, and his eyeballs rolled upwards. Lin Sanjiu had seen this expression of mixed disdain, disgust, and irritation dozens of times before, but it was the first time she felt relieved like she did now.
"I've been looking for you," she quickly let go of him, trying to make conversation. "... I didn't expect the facial expressions of your puppet to be so flexible."
As if he didn't want to look at her anymore, the expression on the rectangular-faced person's face disappeared once again, leaving a blank look. He turned around, waved at Lin Sanjiu, and started walking. She hurriedly followed, stepping over the barely conscious round-faced man lying on the ground and the spreading pool of blood beneath him, and they both avoided attracting attention as they walked back into the elevator.
Getting out of the elevator became a new challenge.
Even before it came to a complete stop, Lin Sanjiu could already hear the faint noise of people on the second floor of the MV Ocean Voyager. Over two hours had passed, and she didn't know how many posthumans had gathered here. Her middle-aged man disguise had become familiar to many people. In order to blend into the crowd without arousing suspicion, she had to come up with a completely different disguise...
"Wait," as the elevator came to a stop, she quickly grabbed the puppet. "Don't go out yet, give me two minutes."
When the artist was called out again, he looked dazed as if he had just woken up. He took a few steps in a circle with his drawing tools, but Lin Sanjiu held him down and quickly pulled out a paintbrush and paints from his embrace.
The distinguishing points of a person's facial features can be easily altered. Women skilled in makeup understand this well: even a slight adjustment in the curvature of the eyeliner can change the shape of the eyes.
Facing the blurry reflection on the elevator door, Lin Sanjiu covered her entire face with thick blue paint, completely hiding her eyebrows. Her lips blended with the surrounding skin, as if only her eyes and nose remained. After the distinct features disappeared from her face, she dipped her brush in bright yellow paint and filled the middle of her face. Since she couldn't cover her eyes, she used the paint to create large blocks of bright colors below them, disrupting the visual focus and making it difficult to discern her true appearance.
It was certainly strange, but fortunately, the Twelve Worlds were filled with all sorts of oddities. After she put on a robe to hide her figure, it was hard to tell her gender. However, she looked more like a resident of the Twelve Worlds than ever before.
"Let's go," Lin Sanjiu herself couldn't recognize the blue-faced figure in the reflection anymore. "Hurry, we still need to find Bohemia."
Bohemia might already be waiting for her in the crowd... As Lin Sanjiu followed the rectangular-faced person into the crowd, she scanned every face around her while secretly pondering.
The posthumans gathered here were organized into small groups, each responsible for different tasks and areas. The outermost area was clearly for medical support, reserves, and material support. As they moved further inside, the vigilance became more intense, with each corridor guarded by a small group. It didn't take long for the two of them to be stopped.
"Which group are you from?" a plump-faced woman asked with a stern expression. Not far behind her, four or five posthumans occupied strategic points in the corridor, their gazes scanning the surroundings.
Lin Sanjiu's right hand made a slight movement beneath her robe, and she clenched a card in her palm. She didn't know where Puppeteer was exactly, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself prematurely before getting closer to him. With that in mind, she lowered her voice and spoke with a deep tone, "We're part of the blockade group up front."
The plump-faced woman raised an eyebrow, but before the skeptical look could fully appear on her face, the rectangular-faced person suddenly took a step forward and punched her in the stomach. Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but gasp, and the people nearby immediately reacted. They shouted and rushed forward, their Special Items awakening as if they had been awakened from a deep sleep, emitting a faint glow—
In the next moment, a flash of white light erupted, and Lin Sanjiu quickly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the corridor in front of her was completely empty, with not a single person left.
She turned around and looked at the rectangular-faced person in confusion.
Even though she could only see his profile, she could clearly sense his impatience. The puppets were like blank TV screens, and when Puppeteer wanted, his will appeared on these puppets like video signals. However, for some reason, this "signal" wasn't very stable. It came and went unpredictably.
"Did you put the people into the pocket dimension again?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice. "But by doing that, you can't leave this area..."
The rectangular-faced person glared at her coldly from the corner of his eye and pointed forward with his hand.
"You're up ahead?"
The rectangular-faced person nodded.
"How far ahead are you? And how many people are in between?"
The rectangular-faced person frowned and pointed forward with his finger.
"You can write, right?" Lin Sanjiu said as she rummaged through her card collection. "I have paper and a pen here..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the puppet suddenly went limp, as if the power had been cut off. All expressions on its face vanished in an instant—blink, leaving only the material components that formed its features. The light in its eyes dimmed once again.
Lin Sanjiu was taken aback, and then she heard a sharp, metallic tearing sound accompanied by a rush of air and floor vibrations. It slammed heavily into the ship's hull not far ahead, amid faint cries and screams. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and she immediately realized—Puppeteer must be in danger!
No wonder he couldn't maintain control over the rectangular-faced person...
By the time Lin Sanjiu reacted, her body had already rushed forward, tightly clutching several cards in her hand.
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