I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today C.483 - : The Person on the Motorcycle

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: The Person on the Motorcycle

Su Man curiously gazed up at the arrow.

The arrow, nearly a hundred meters in length, mysteriously hung in the air above the bamboo forest without the aid of any external force.

This was a maze.

A maze meant it was easy to lose one’s way.

Yet an arrow appeared to show her the way, making Su Man wary.

She wondered, how would Yan Qingwen analyse this situation if he were here?

What would Bai Youwei do if she were here?

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Well, she couldn’t figure it out.

Su Man gave up.

With a resigned acceptance, she picked up her backpack and began walking in the direction indicated by the arrow.

Not far along, she saw some mini arrows scattered around the bamboo forest, all pointing in the same direction.

The arrows made no sound, but when they all appeared before her, it was as if they carried their own sound effects, nagging at her mind: this way, this way, this way…

Su Man knitted her eyebrows in suspicion, but she continued to move forward.

And just like that, she managed to leave the bamboo forest smoothly—

To find herself on a flat asphalt road.

The difference between the asphalt road and the bamboo forest was stark, as if they were cleanly cut apart. The damp soil and the solid concrete had no transition between them, crudely juxtaposed.

Su Man was a bit taken aback.

There were arrows on the asphalt road too – on the street lamps, the dustbins, they were everywhere.

Something didn’t feel right, but she didn’t have any leads. Not knowing where else to go, she subconsciously continued following the arrows.

Along the way, she spotted many, many mannequins. Most carried big and small bags like she did, while others were in cars, filled with their entire households, as if fleeing for their lives. Yet, they were all frozen in place, turned into static human figurines.

There must be some problem with this maze; otherwise, these people wouldn’t have turned into mannequins.

Su Man grew increasingly cautious, observing her surroundings meticulously. At the same time, she was hesitating over whether or not she should continue following the arrows.

Based on the mannequins’ position, all of them had encountered problems while following the arrows. Could the arrows be traps then?

However…

After entering the maze, apart from the obvious arrows, she had found no other clues.

If she didn’t follow the arrows, where should she go?

Su Man’s mind became completely blank.

This was really vexing.

If Yan Qingwen were here, or if Bai Youwei were present, they would surely have some idea by now.

Why couldn’t the Gods give her a smart mind?

Su Man looked ahead in a daze.

There were even more mannequins in front, packed closely together. As far as she could see, there were only mannequins. She didn’t know how many people this maze had swallowed.

The more she thought about it, the more conflicted she became. Not knowing whether she should continue, she stood frozen in place.

Just then, she heard a loud motorcycle engine behind her—

Vroom!

Vroom!

Turning around she saw a motorcycle coming her way from the distance. It made a lot of noise, but its pace was slow, stopping every now and then, which was accompanied by boisterous laughter and shouting from a young man.

She hadn’t expected to find any living people in this maze.

Did they enter by accident, or were they here for the puzzle?

Su Man glanced at the sides of the road. She quickly put down her luggage, opened the door of a parked car, squeezed in next to a mannequin, and then watched the back with alert.

After waiting for a while, the motorbike finally arrived.

Only when they were near did she realise that aside from the three young men on the motorbike, there was also a man with his hands tied together with a rope hanging at the back of the bike—

The man was wearing glasses and appeared to be the same age as the men on the bike, but his predicament was a sorry sight. He stumbled along behind the motorbike, his knees bruised and bloody from all the falls.

Whenever his strength gave out and he fell, the bike would stop. The boys on it would curse and jeer at him, waiting till he managed to get up before they revved up the bike and moved forward again.