Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1080: The Onions Strip Show

Chapter 1080: The Onion's Strip Show

Is it possible for such a reasonable answer to be wrong?

Bohemia barely had time to be surprised before she heard a sharp 'ji' sound from the identical round onion on Lin Sanjiu's head. A semi-transparent white peel was peeled off. Lin Sanjiu, ever the same, still had a belly full of useless kindness and even reached out to touch it to show comfort.

A broken onion! Even if it were real, isn't it still just an onion?

"Her card ability can create a Nostradamus card that absorbs apocalyptic factors. She herself doesn't know it, but after this card is called out, as long as the owner allows it, it can actually be used by others."

Bohemia listened without expression.

Is that it? Who cares about this inconsequential stuff?

Hmm?

She looked at Lin Sanjiu's back, raising one eyebrow high.

Wait a minute... can you do it like this?

But will Lin Sanjiu cooperate?

Bohemia's thoughts were completely drawn away by this new possibility, and just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, she suddenly heard Lin Sanjiu whisper with a hint of panic, "Please let me answer again! I have another answer!"

"Oh?" The Pocket Dimension host, like Bohemia, seemed a bit surprised. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, let me ask."

It was obvious who he was going to ask.

After half a minute, the voice of the Pocket Dimension host returned.

"Okay, you can answer again. The master says he has confidence in your intelligence." Clearly, there was no need to repeat the next words, but the Pocket Dimension host said them in full, "He says you can barely avoid sucking noodles up your nose, so you can answer ten more times. But I must remind you, if you answer wrong again, you'll have to peel the skin again."

Perhaps because she had received another chance to answer the question at the last minute, the white membrane behind Lin Sanjiu's neck, which had swollen as if it were about to burst open, trembled and wavered on the edge of cracking. Through the damp, semi-transparent membrane, the indistinct black shadow inside was continuously contorting and wriggling, as if it were eager to come out.

This time, Bohemia was driven away by Lin Sanjiu before she could even suggest a new answer.

"Without you, I might have passed the level already!" Her tone was filled with annoyance.

That's not entirely untrue, Bohemia thought with an embarrassed chuckle as she adjusted her view to focus on Lin Sanjiu writing down a new answer.

"The creatures attacking the villagers are their 'straw beds.' The fact that half of their bodies' skin, bones, and internal organs have been crushed and mixed with straw already suggests that straw played a part in crushing their bodies. Otherwise, if they merely 'fell' onto the straw beds, they wouldn't be so thoroughly mixed with the straw. Even when digging into the straw beds to a depth of several inches, you can still find numerous broken bones..."

She even dug into the straw beds?

Bohemia, who had only taken a cursory glance due to her aversion to dead bodies, couldn't help but be a bit impressed at this revelation.

"Though they may appear as ordinary straw, I believe they are actually another type of organism with the habit of crushing soil and absorbing fluids. They caused the fields to wither as they grew nearby, and the villagers unknowingly collected this grass and used it to make beds..."

"Wrong."

As Lin Sanjiu concentrated on her exam paper, Bohemia heard the voice of the Descartes Spirit in her mind. Its tone was calm, but the smugness that was on the verge of bursting out was unmistakable.

"What?" Bohemia was taken aback and quickly asked, "Did you just come out of the question? What do you know? I still need to discuss something with you!"

Before the Descartes Spirit could begin its explanation, Lin Sanjiu happened to finish her answer and put down her pen with a resolute expression. This time, the Pocket Dimension host paused for a few seconds, and the air was filled with silence.

"The master says today is a good day. Player Lin Sanjiu answered incorrectly again and is about to undergo another onion peeling."

Isn't even this answer correct?

Bohemia looked at the round onion with a troubled expression as it let out another 'ji' sound. Right after that, another fact about Lin Sanjiu was disclosed, "She had experienced complete physical death in the past. Thanks to a layer of Higher Consciousness encasing her brain, it preserved her 'self-awareness.' After reconnecting with her body, that protective shell of Higher Consciousness remained in her mind."

"Who is this person?" the Descartes Spirit mumbled, "Coming back to life after complete death?"

Bohemia furrowed her brows, her face bunched up like a rag, lost in thought, as if she had taken his voice as background noise—until the Descartes Spirit called her a few times, and she suddenly snapped back, "Oh, right, were you in the question all this time?"

"I was ejected when the time came, just like popping a pimple," the Descartes Spirit spoke without mincing words, "But before I was ejected, I surveyed all the fields and the places where they had withered."

It had an advantage that both Bohemia and Lin Sanjiu couldn't match: the ability to freely ascend and descend without being constrained by gravity. It ascended over the farm, reaching a height where it could see all the fields, finally discovering the problem.

"To discover this clue, humans need to rely on observations of the real scene and draw maps in their minds. I don't think either of you has that ability."

Bohemia glanced at the swelling bump behind Lin Sanjiu's neck—it was even more pronounced than before, indicating that the creatures inside had either grown or multiplied. Since Lin Sanjiu hadn't yet solved the mystery of 'Prison Storm,' these creatures hadn't made an appearance yet. The Pocket Dimension host, or Puppeteer, seemed intent on stacking up the challenges.

"Once you figure out what this creature is, let us know quickly," she urged. "We need to leave some time to figure out how to use this creature to her advantage!"

The Descartes Spirit was composed and unrushed, not affected by the pressure. "When I ascended and took a look, oh my, the areas where several fields had withered were not quite the same, but when you connect them with lines, you will discover that these withered lines lead directly to the homes of several deceased. This confirms that our initial guess was correct; the problem is underground. However, after you dug up the surface soil, we indeed found nothing..."

It seemed to thoroughly enjoy the process of explaining, "Judging from the wounds, this creature must be numerous and small in size to be able to finely grind skin and bones. I just glanced at Lin Sanjiu's answer and found some inspiration... I believe that the straw is the one committing the murders. No, no, don't rush; I know her previous answer about the straw beds was incorrect... but she overlooked an important detail."