Su Man was curious and looked up at the arrow.

The length of the arrow is nearly 100 meters, and it does not rely on any external force, and it hangs over the bamboo forest inexplicably.

Here is the labyrinth.

A labyrinth means easy disorientation.

But an arrow appeared to show her the way, and Su Man couldn't help but be vigilant in her heart.

Imagine, if Yan Qingwen was here, how would he analyze it?

What would Bai Youwei do if she was here?

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Well, can't think of it.

Su Man gave up.

Resignedly, she packed her bags and followed the arrow's instructions.

I didn't go far, and I saw some small arrows, scattered in the bamboo forest, pointing in the same direction.

The arrows have no sound, but when they all appear in front of you, they seem to have their own sound effects, and they are noisily telling you in the brain box: go this way, go this way, go this way......

Su Manhu furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously and continued to walk.

Then, he walked out of the bamboo forest smoothly-

Come to the flat road of the park.

There is a clear distinction between the oil road and the bamboo forest, as if it has been cut, and the damp earth and the solid cement floor are not the slightest transition, and they are stiffly patched together.

Su Man was a little confused.

There are also arrows on the road, on the street lights, on the garbage cans, there are arrows everywhere.

I always felt that something was wrong, but I didn't have a clue, and I didn't know where to go, so I subconsciously continued to walk in the direction pointed by the arrow.

On the way forward, she saw many, many dolls, most of them like her, saluting with large bags and small bags, and some of them drove cars, dragging their families with their mouths, as if they were going to flee, but they all dug on the road one by one and turned into stationary humanoid dolls.

There must be something wrong with the labyrinth, otherwise these people would not turn into dolls.

Su Man became more and more cautious, carefully observing the surrounding environment, and at the same time hesitating, should he continue to follow the instructions of the arrow?

Judging from the direction of the dolls, they are all following the path of the arrow, so could the arrow be a trap?

But......

Once inside the maze, no hints were found for the time being, other than the obvious arrows.

If she doesn't follow the arrows, where should she go?

Su Man's mind had no idea.

It's sad.

If Yan Qingwen was here, or Bai Youwei was here, she would definitely have some ideas now.

Why didn't God give her a smart head?

Su Man is fascinated by the front.

There are more puppets in front of them, and they are denser, and at a glance, the black pressure is full of puppets, and I don't know how many people this labyrinth has swallowed.

She became more and more entangled, not knowing whether to move forward or not, and stood in a daze.

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle moving behind me-

Thundered!

Thundered!

Looking back, I saw a motorcycle driving in the distance, the sound was very loud, but the speed was not fast, and it stopped and walked, accompanied by the laughter and shouts of young people.

I didn't expect there to be living people in this labyrinth.

Did they enter by accident, or did they come for the puzzle?

Su Man glanced at both sides of the road, quickly put down the luggage behind him, opened the door of a car on the side of the road, squeezed together with the puppets in the car, and then looked at the back vigilantly.

After a little waiting, the motorcycle drove over.

When she got closer, she realized that there were three young men crowded on the motorcycle, and there was a man with his hands tied with ropes behind the car-

The man was wearing glasses and looked to be about the same age as the young men on the motorcycle, but he was in a very awkward situation, stumbling all the way after the motorcycle, and the knees of his pants were all worn out, and the flesh was blurred.

When he fell down with exhaustion, the motorcycle would vomit, and the young man in the car would curse, waiting for the man with glasses to get up and pull the rope forward again.

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