Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1976 Please Don't Worry About Unemployment in Doomsday

The night wind has not shown up for a long time.

The sparse and loose clouds, like thin cotton that was torn apart by a thin hand, were thrown lazily into the dark space. Whether it was the cloud or the moon, they were all short of breath tonight; they were not interested in the figure running all the way on the ground, so she hurriedly saved the shadow of the cloud and the moon, quickly climbed up the high metal wall, and jumped off The earth on the other side.

Lin Sanjiu soon turned into a smaller and smaller figure, and finally disappeared from the distance.

After she left, the arsenal under the night fell into a freeze again. The wind didn't move, there was no one's footsteps, and the shadow was pressed to the ground in silence, as if the entire arsenal had been forgotten by time.

I don't know how long it has passed, but from the solidified layers of shadows, there is finally a movement - in the vast and empty backyard of the arsenal, one after another, dark shadows are silently rising from the ground. rose into the night sky; when the sound of the movements in the depths of the earth ceased, so did they, gleaming faintly under the pale moon.

The thin metal platform that once surrounded Brahma, slid a gap from the center; the gap became larger and larger, and when they were fully opened, Brahma, who was re-displayed in the world, also gently opened his eyes.

She listened to the movement for a while, then raised a hand.

After several minutes, Fanhe nodded, withdrew his hand, and the [Spirit of All Things] went dark. She stepped out of the thin metal platform, and every step seemed to be stepping into the darkness, engulfing the sound; along the way, Fan He didn't even look at the smashed wall or the kicked door, and he didn't take any detours. , came straight to the door of the recording room of the "Bi Luo Huang Quan Branch".

Fan He kicked the door that was not closed with his toes, and the 3D image of the Biluo Huangquan branch behind the door, which was copied and reduced in size, was revealed in front of her eyes.

Lin Sanjiu didn't destroy anything here... After she left, everything returned to the normal state of the recording room. High and low buildings, the highest is no more than knees; between the streets and alleys formed by light and shadow, from the heads of various villains, various golden names are projected into the air.

Fanhe walked into the three-dimensional image, walked past the villain with the name "Sbaan" floating, and stopped in front of the villain "Li Wensujiang".

She and the little human figure formed by the light and shadow looked at each other for a while.

"I know, I haven't been here for a long time," Fan He looked at the name in the air with a calm and cool tone. "Actually, this time I'm not here mainly to see you."

The four pale gold characters of "Li Wen Sujiang" floated motionlessly.

"But you shouldn't mind," she whispered. "You're dead."

Brahma stopped, and the room was silent for a while. She looked down at the light and shadow villain who should represent Li Wensujiang, shook her head, and said, "No matter how I adjust it, it will be difficult to show the characteristics of the real person in detail... If it weren't for the photos in your file, I would be fast. Forgot what you were like."

She thought for a while and added: "If I saw your body back then, maybe I can remember it better now. But your body was also recycled and destroyed, and the parts on your body were put back into use..."

Fan He searched in his pocket and found a small piece of bright yellow petals.

"I knew I was coming here before, so I picked a wild flower petal on the road." She bent down, placed the petal in front of the villain in Li Wenshui River, and said, "The prototype doesn't have a tomb... I don't count it as a tomb sweeping."

When she turned to leave, she looked back, picked up a corner of her robe, and did not let the wind that rolled up her robe swept away the petals.

Fanhe stopped beside the "Sbaan" villain.

"Name, Brahma," her voice didn't change much, but it seemed that the vibration frequency of her vocal cords was different when she spoke, and it sounded almost like a mechanical sound, "Number M02, the fifth generation..."

The small words "Sbaan" suddenly flashed lightly, and then a small arsenal icon appeared.

Brahma spread out a clean palm forward, but did not reach out to touch it, only whispered: "Recall the operator's biological imprint left by the interaction of this entry last time, and transfer it to me. ."

On the words "Sbaan", something flashed suddenly; Fan He waited quietly, and as soon as the transfer process was over, she immediately closed her palms and closed her eyes.

"As expected of the state of mind after the connection... I couldn't hold back, I clicked on Sbaan's name." She whispered, "Yes, the biosignature is very clear and strong... So, where are you now? ?"

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Lin Sanjiu, who was being tracked, did not use his imagination at all, and honestly returned to the world of the city hall.

When she came out of the arsenal, most of the night had passed; by the time she had finished the journey, and returned to the square in front of the city hall, the bright sunlight had long since summoned the flood service providers.

There are many sheds, spread out tables and chairs, people coming and going, the sound of bargaining... Lin Sanjiu, who has not rested all night, walks in the bustling crowd under the sun, feeling like a floating soul.

Glancing at [eBay], seeing that the puppet master hadn't responded yet, she suppressed a yawn and put it away again. I don't know what's going on with the puppet master, whether it's dangerous or not; it's just that before getting in touch, she can't just wait for nothing. The problem is back.

"pig?"

A big flood service provider who was held by her for questioning was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why someone would ask him about the whereabouts of a pig - it wasn't until a few seconds later that he suddenly realized: "Oh, what are you talking about? Let's breed pig-type degenerates!"

"That's right," Lin Sanjiu nodded quickly and said, "I also looked around in the city hall building, and I also looked in the square, but I didn't see it anywhere... The last time I came, I clearly saw it in one breath. Both ends."

"I really didn't pay attention. You said that, they are not here today." The big flood service provider with a moustache was sitting idle on the small stool, probably because there was no business coming to the door anyway, but he was willing to do more. The last few sentences: "Why are you looking for a pig-type degenerate?"

Lin Sanjiu thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to tell the truth: "The pig I saw last time said that it was looking forward to the apocalyptic world of the city hall to come back to life and become a real small doomsday..."

"Ha," I didn't expect Moustache to laugh and say, "So it's this? We've all heard of it at least a little bit, and we don't know what dreams they have. Degenerates are degenerates, and they can't change their food—that's what."

Probably because of his loud voice, a stall owner next to him heard it, and he leaned over to join the conversation, and said to Lin Sanjiu, "You are looking for a pig-shaped degenerate. Today is not the right time."

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

"I heard that those pigs have work to do." The stall owner seemed to be idle and idle, and he was very active in gossip, saying: "Although they look like pigs, they also need food, clothing, housing and transportation. , there are not many places where money and materials should be used. Once, a pig came to buy something from me, and I was curious and asked, how did the money come from…”

"Is it earned by work?" Moustache is very interested, "but what kind of work can they do, who will deal with the fallen species?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if I did something about killing people and stealing goods." Seeing that the two of them were all focused on himself, the stall owner became more interested and said, "Maybe it's because I didn't hide this idea in my heart and let the other end. The pig sees it. It seems to like to let others know that it is wrong, and enjoys the appearance of others being deflated... Anyway, guess what it said to me?"

Even Lin Sanjiu couldn't help leaning over.

"It said that basically all the pig-type degenerates were in the same place, doing the same job. It said they were working in a very disciplined organization, and they said they were not small, and that the pay was good ... there were even days off." The stall owner waved his hand in the direction of the square and said, "They like City Hall World the most. When there are no pigs here, it means they are all working."

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word - it's the end of the world, pig, no, pig-shaped degenerate, still going to work?

I had a great time writing an outline! Basically, there are still two or three scattered thread ends, which have not been compiled into the whole top view for the time being. There are still some details that need to be sketched. Besides, the outline almost all the way to the end is there.

The notebook for writing the outline is twice as thick as when it was brand new, and it is quite satisfying to turn it over...