Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1959 Lin Sanjiu hates pop-up ads

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Lin Sanjiu resisted the anxious urge to put on the breathing mask again, and desperately focused his thoughts on the problem at hand. The fear and urgency that arise when a person can't breathe are so intense that no crisis can compare to it—even as an evolutionary, Lin Sanjiu feels that she is about to be smashed by the beast in her lungs at this moment.

"In other words, the nature of this doomsday world, if you compare it to the analogy, is actually not a'network' or an'advertising', but a'service provider'." She took the teacher Yi as an echo board and said: "It collected my past, based on the threats that were impressed and dangerous to me, and then..."

Teacher Yi, as her subconscious representation, naturally knew what she meant, and added: "Then released the'auction'?"

No matter how you think about it, I feel that such a doomsday world is really incredible.

According to the information given by the puppeteer, the auction target of the "online advertising instant auction service provider" world is probably all the things that target the "evolutionary" in this endless apocalyptic world system: copy, Fallen species, difficult to classify creatures and traps... wherever she goes, it's like a blank advertising space.

As long as there is a blank advertising space, the world of "online advertising real-time auction service providers" that does not know why it will come alive will continue to publish auctions; and there are so many things in the world, which will continue to "buy" the advertisements around her. Bits, appearing next to her one after another—especially those things that are very similar to her past "COOKIE".

Thinking of the weirdness and crises she had experienced, it turned out that there were so many versions in thousands of worlds, and Lin Sanjiu almost had a sense of insignificance like dust particles.

"What about oxygen?" Teacher Yi sounded very worried, "Anyone who breathes oxygen in this doomsday world, even if it is connected to this'online advertising' system, right? Is oxygen a doomsday factor or something else? what?"

In theory, "online advertising instant auction service providers" cannot ruin any world, because it is not dangerous; if the most dangerous thing a person has experienced in his life is just getting his finger bitten by a cat, then the system will take him There is no way.

And all kinds of strange things in the "buy" advertising space, relying on this strange system, are also very personally targeted. Every "advertisement" can only destroy at most one person, not to mention destroying the world.

And oxygen is even less likely to be the doomsday factor, not to mention that humans simply inhaling oxygen has no effect at all. She is now eager to have a little oxygen—that is, the role that the "doomsday factor" should play is now assigned to Three things.

"It doesn't matter what the doomsday factor is," Lin Sanjiu said irritably, "I understand why the arsenal is covered with a gas mask. After the internal oxygen is cut off, the incoming arsenal members will not activate this system. . But the members of the arsenal themselves have to breathe, right? If they can’t even use oxygen cylinders, wouldn’t they also come in to die?"

Teacher Yi naturally has no answer to this question.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the small square on the head of the blue wall. That fork was like a promise, a sign of okay, telling her that with just one click, the threat in front of her would immediately disappear—just like the red-brick human figure last time.

However, Lin Sanjiu is not a post-apocalyptic person. She has seen pop-up online advertising.

In order to allow users to click into the advertisement, they can say that they do everything; it is obvious that the last time you click the cross to close the advertisement, the next time you click again, it may suddenly open a new link for you. Not to mention that sometimes the closed box will move, and sometimes there will be a fake closed box...

In the past, she only had to close the newly pop-up browsing page, but in this world of "online advertising instant auction service providers", if she accidentally clicked on it, it obviously meant a series of new crises—she remembered that she just broke it. McDonald's bag, fake Ren Nan climbed onto her shoulder.

Besides, even if she successfully closes the "Blue Wall Man", she still can't breathe, but it is equivalent to vacating the advertising space; as long as she breathes, the "blank advertising space" next to her will be filled in immediately. What the **** is this new thing.

"How about this," Teacher Yi suggested, "You keep the blue wall man first, don't close it, so at least nothing new will appear...then you run quickly, take a breath when you run away, and wait for the blue wall. When people follow, you quickly stop oxygen."

Lin Sanjiu thought about it, it seemed that there was only this way.

"Am I walking the dog or holding a kite," she murmured, and then thought of the pigs in the town hall.

Could it be that the pig heard some wind? Could it be said that in the world of Karma Museum, every doomsday world model will wake up sooner or later?

It's just that it's not the time to think deeply. She took advantage of the fact that she could bear the lungs that seemed to be about to explode. She quickly read the map of the arsenal and found a control room called the "information center". After finding the right direction, she glanced at the "Blue Wall Man" again, turned and ran.

It seems that her bad luck is coming to an end; every time when she looks back on the road, Lin Sanjiu finds that the "blue wall man" is still standing still, looking from a distance, it really feels like she's lost after breaking the Internet. Vibrant web page pop-up ads.

"Here," Teacher Yi yelled anxiously.

Lin Sanjiu stopped in front of a tightly locked mud-gray door, thought for a moment, turned around and ran back a few steps, and pulled away from the door. Looking squarely in the direction of the "Blue Wall Man", she immediately took out her breathing mask and covered her face again—there is no more fresh and precious feeling in the world than when she breathed in that breath of oxygen when she was about to die.

Before she could even close the oxygen cylinder again, the dark hair of the "Blue Wall Man" had flashed in the alley ahead. Compared with the real Blue Wall man she had ever met, this one seemed to be a lot slower; she quickly turned off the oxygen, tentatively stepped back a few steps, and saw that the "Blue Wall Man" still had no new actions. I feel relieved.

Regardless of how cumbersome this method is, it finally works.

When he blasted the door open, Lin Sanjiu didn't hold back at all, and he simply cast the fire in his heart on the door; even though the door was solid and thick, it did not withstand the heavy punches she hit on the shaft. When the door shaft broke, she immediately grabbed the edge and tore it off abruptly, and the metal door lock rolled away on the ground choking.

After entering the corridor, the next few rooms were treated equally rudely; when Lin Sanjiu felt a bit like King Kong herself, she finally found the communication transmission room inside the arsenal.

The whole branch had been cut off for a long time. In order to start the communication transmission system of the arsenal, she had to go around the back of the building again and find a backup generator. Start power generation, connect the system, turn on the system... In this series of steps, she breathed three or four times, and every time she recruited the "Blue Wall Man".

After entering the number that Sbaan left her in the tracing video, Lin Sanjiu's finger stopped on "Send".

She frowned slightly, and couldn't tell exactly what it felt like in her heart.

Is it... a sense of crisis? It doesn't seem right.

She looked back, and there was silence and emptiness around her. Except for her and the silent, black machine, even the "Blue Wall Man" is not nearby, and there are no other new advertisements.

Lin Sanjiu pondered for a while, then pressed "Send".

I finally finished writing. I am free. Now there is a problem. The cat has suppressed my pursuit of freedom...