Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1193: Lin Sanjiu Prepares for Love, and Reunion with Wushi Fan

"Ya Jiang, be careful!" contemporary romance

As the figure emerged from behind the corner, he was taken aback by Lin Sanjiu's warning. When he looked up, Sesame Cake was already charging towards him aggressively. The two collided unexpectedly, and Ya Jiang gave a half-hearted cry of surprise before being struck in the chest by Lin Sanjiu's hand. He was immediately sent flying and disappeared behind the wall, followed by a heavy thud of a falling object.

"What... what the hell?" Bohemia struggled to get up, her hair disheveled and her face covered in dirt and bruises. "Hey, wait for me!"

Lin Sanjiu shot forward like a bullet, reaching the corner in the blink of an eye. Ya Jiang was sprawled on the ground not far away, looking like an upturned tortoise unable to get up. Without even sparing him a glance, Lin Sanjiu shouted over her shoulder, "Help him up!" before continuing her pursuit of the shrinking figure ahead.

When it came to speed, aside from Bonnie Bunny, who brought them to the hospital, Lin Sanjiu rarely encountered anyone who could match her. The distance between them had nearly halved in just half a minute. No matter how Sesame Cake accelerated, turned, or leaped onto high walls, it was like she was anchored to Lin Sanjiu's body and couldn't shake her off.

Staring at the fleeing figure ahead, Lin Sanjiu gently licked her lips. She could almost hear the heavy breathing of the person.

From the Special Items she obtained from the Lakeview Park pocket dimension, there was one that she couldn't figure out how to use. Over time, she had pushed that Special Item to the back of her mind. However, now it suddenly resurfaced, tapping at her nerves. Had she just discovered the purpose of this item?

[Emotional Psychological Therapy for Partners]

Even though they had experienced many ups and downs together and were deeply in love before, they had now reached a point where their relationship was on the verge of collapsing. Neither side was willing to give up, but they were at a loss. This is why they need to participate in emotional and psychological therapy.

The couple will sit down together and talk about their frustrations, emotions, and dissatisfaction in their relationship, hoping to become a sweet couple again after a course of treatment.

Effect: As stated above.

Notes: Each treatment session lasts five minutes.

It might be the most useless item in the doomsday, but Lin Sanjiu intended to try it on Sesame Cake. Perhaps it could still play a role if it worked as she imagined. She opened her card inventory, running while scanning through her cards one by one. Without Mrs. Manas's help, it took her quite some time to find the target in her vast card inventory.

"There it is," she said, unable to help but smile, and the card immediately transformed in her palm. Her fingers instinctively closed on what was about to appear, but she grasped nothing. Lin Sanjiu was stunned at this moment but suddenly heard a young girl's clear and sweet laughter.

She had picked the wrong card.

But it didn't matter much. [That Spring, When the Cherry Blossoms Fell, Your Sweet Laughter Melted My World] only worked on males. Even if she activated it, Sesame Cake wouldn't respond to it, and she wouldn't dare waste her precious last chance. Just as she thought of this, she saw the figure ahead stumble and come to a halt.

Could it be?

Lin Sanjiu stared at Sesame Cake's back, unable to believe she had used her last chance on something like this. Her pace unconsciously slowed down. The thought that arose after "Sesame Cake is a man?" was, "Do I have to date several more people just for this item?"—The second thought was chilling.

"The target's body is female, so the duration is only 30 seconds," the female voice on her hand gently said.

'What's going on?' Even in same-sex relationships, a woman was still a woman. Did Sesame Cake psychologically identify as a man?

Lin Sanjiu accelerated again, but it felt more like an automatic reaction from her muscles. Her mind had drifted away, and she was uncertain where her thoughts had gone. Her brief encounter with Sesame Cake had left her quite certain that the other person was undoubtedly a woman. However, how could [That Spring, When the Cherry Blossoms Fell, Your Sweet Laughter Melted My World] have worked?

'Could it be the Great Deluge?' she thought as she reached Sesame Cake.

The freckled woman lowered her head slightly, looking nervous and unfamiliar, but a dreamy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Sanjiu swallowed hard, and while the woman was distracted, she punched her temple. This move had knocked out countless people before, but it seemed to have no effect on Sesame Cake today. Aside from being surprised and snapping out of her embarrassment, Sesame Cake didn't seem to be fainting at all. Nevertheless, that was not an issue. Even if the temple didn't work every time, a few inches further back on the back of the neck was also an effective spot.

Her metal gauntlet-encased fist struck Sesame Cake, who had once again become shy, and put her back into unconsciousness. She stood there, staring blankly, blinking a few times at Lin Sanjiu. If she were hit again, the effect of [That Spring, When the Cherry Blossoms Fell, Your Sweet Laughter Melted My World] would probably be lost before it wore off naturally. Lin Sanjiu sighed quietly, knowing that making her faint again would be difficult. She quickly got to work, disassembling Sesame Cake's limb joints with a few clicks.

Lin Sanjiu grabbed Sesame Cake's rear collar and dragged her back along the path. At the same time, the effect of the item had also faded. Sesame Cake woke up as if from a dream, wanting to struggle but unable to move her limbs. She could only curl up and wriggle like a shrimp, shouting, "Let me go!" But Lin Sanjiu's mind was filled with various thoughts, and she didn't react to her at all.

"You got her!" Bohemia exclaimed as she saw Lin Sanjiu approaching from afar, her face lighting up. "Give her to me. I've been waiting for so long. Today, I'll make her realize who's in charge... Hey, why are you wearing that expression?"

Lin Sanjiu threw Sesame Cake on the ground, removed the metal gauntlet, and wiped her face. She really didn't know how to explain.

"Nice to see you again," Ya Jiang said with a regretful look.

She glanced at the man leaning against the wall and focused on his waist and abdomen. After leaving her, he had made considerable progress in the last few rounds of the game. It seemed that he had acquired more than one Lava Wound Recovery Ointment and used them wisely. She could see that Ya Jiang had applied the ointment in a thin line, connecting the center of his chest and pelvic bone, effectively creating an artificial spine for himself. This way, he wouldn't have to lift his legs when walking.

"What just happened?" Lin Sanjiu said, frowning at him. "Have you been using [Common Comedy Tropes] all this time?"

"Of course," Ya Jiang sighed, "I saw someone near my patient room from a distance. How could I not be cautious? Who knew it was you."

Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up. "You still have your patient room?"

"I put in a lot of effort and finally extended my stay for another round after martial law was imposed. Honestly, I just got back from the checkpoint. Since we locked Wushi Fan inside the room last time, I haven't had a chance to return. How skilled are you at seizing opportunities?"

Although Ya Jiang didn't say it outright, his expression indicated his regret. Anyone would feel unhappy when they thought they could obtain a whole living person's organs, only for Lin Sanjiu to step in.

Lin Sanjiu patted his shoulder and said, "Her organs are all yours. I came to ask you for a favor."

Finally, Ya Jiang nodded with some hesitation. Amid Bohemia's muttering about her always asking for help, the group brought Sesame Cake back to Ya Jiang's patient room. With the keys in hand, the two pieces of the man opened the locks one by one and pushed the door open, saying, "Here, come in."

No one moved.

Not even Ya Jiang entered the room.

Everyone was tightly gripped by the strong, palpable smell of blood. Bits of internal organs, flesh, and hair were stuck in the blood splattered on the walls—Wushi Fan was no longer in this world.

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