Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 14: Cloudwalk Heights [Complete]

1747: Mutants Are Not Smart People's Match

When the middle-aged woman suddenly twisted her head as if testing it, Lin Sanjiu felt her scalp go numb.

"Hmm, I'm still... not very skilled at this." With each twist, the head sagged a bit lower, and in the dim light, the woman's voice carried a hint of embarrassment. "But I can't just ignore the posthumans..."

"Wait!"

Even compared to other mutated beings, this middle-aged woman was particularly troublesome. Lin Sanjiu had no good solutions. She couldn't rely on her speed to rush in before the woman mutated. What if she dashed straight into the explosion of limbs? Even if the woman didn't explode, could Lin Sanjiu risk damaging her limbs?

As the woman's head paused at her waist, inspiration struck Lin Sanjiu. She lunged forward and grabbed the dazed Eight-Heads De from the ground. "Eight-Heads De is here too! He's injured and can't move. You can't—"

Before she could finish, Cyrus suddenly grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her and Eight-Heads De backward. Lin Sanjiu hadn't even turned to look at him when a familiar shade of dark blue flickered in her peripheral vision. The next instant, she was pulled backward and fell flat on the ground, with Eight-Heads De rolling out of her grasp.

Before Cyrus could give another warning, Lin Sanjiu flattened herself against the ground tiles.

Several long arms swayed above them, as if a person were groping for something in the dark. Finding nothing, the arms slowly retracted. If they hadn't dropped in time, those arms would have struck their faces.

"Strange. Where did they go?" The head, now dangling between the woman's legs, scanned the ground where the three of them lay. Her damp eyes flickered in the darkness. "Posthumans really are impressive..."

Her words didn't reach Lin Sanjiu's ears at all.

Lin Sanjiu watched the woman's lips move, then turned to Cyrus. Remembering their earlier conversation, she pieced it together and asked softly, "You activated that spatial item?"

Cyrus nodded.

"She can't hear or see us right now, but this type of spatial pocket won't trap anyone. So someone outside can simply step into it, and her arms can still reach in." He glanced from the drifting arms to a glimmer of blue lodged between the cracks of the stone tiles. "We're in a bit of trouble now. This space is one-directional; we can only exit from the front. And things were urgent just now, so I couldn't secure the entry properly. If she walks over and finds it..."

Lin Sanjiu exhaled a hot, anxious breath and suddenly had a question. "When her arm stretched in, didn't she notice it disappearing?"

She had hoped Cyrus would reassure her with a "No," but he said, "From her perspective, the part of her arm that entered would also appear to vanish."

"Then why didn't she—" Didn't the woman notice something was off? Or was she pretending not to notice?

Cyrus let out a quiet, humorless laugh. Lin Sanjiu lifted her head slightly and understood at once. The woman's head had stretched so far down her neck that it nearly reached her knees. From that visual angle, she likely assumed they disappeared because she couldn't see their legs anymore.

Her outstretched arms had aimed at their heads, just above her line of sight. When she retrieved them unscathed, she probably didn't realize her arms had momentarily disappeared.

"When you went to grab Eight-Heads De, I was watching her the entire time," Cyrus added, almost as an explanation.

The way he seized upon such a tiny window of opportunity and turned it into a temporary advantage was astounding. But this wasn't a long-term solution.