Doomsday Wonderland

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As Lin Sanjiu thought, a card slipped into her hand.

In the light blue sky of the early morning, the line on the card [Hello, sister? 】The words are glowing slightly. This is one of Ji Shanqing's special remote communicators, but this is the first time she has put it to use since she got it.

After unblocking the card, she sat down and placed the heavy box on her knees. I don't know what kind of metallic coolness penetrated my skin through the fabric of my pants. She thought for a moment, reached out and dialed the first contact call.

The call sounded one after another, and was soon cut off by a familiar voice.

"Hello?"

The moment this voice entered her ears, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a desire - she really hoped that the person on the other end of the contact who answered was Ji Shanqing. The gift bag that had been with her day and night seemed to have left a hole that could not be filled after it left. Wherever she looked, she always felt that a face as white as jade was missing.

"Is it Woyu?"

She paused and suppressed the sudden strong thoughts again. She just left another contact device in Exodus a few days ago, but she didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly: "I found the informant who tipped off your committee."

Although the name of the committee sounds nice, to put it bluntly, Woyu and his dead companions are just one of the countless small and insignificant bandits in the twelve realms. In order to survive in the Twelve Realms, these people have always done whatever they can; today they meet a fat sheep and they become "committees"; tomorrow they meet a job recruitment notice and they become freight drivers again.

Like Mop Cloth, they all live at the bottom of the pyramid of Biluo Huangquan. From this point of inference, the force that Mopbu can find is only about the same level as the "Inflation Suppression Committee" - and now that he is prepared, Lin Sanjiu is really not too worried about the safety of Exodus.

"...Tell Yu Yuan to ask him and Sarais to pay more attention to him while I'm away. He is a guest in the system, and Sarais will cooperate." After explaining the matter simply, Lin Sanjiu was I was wondering if I had missed anything, but I heard Woyu suddenly ask: "What about me?"

"What?"

"I," Woyu's voice was still a bit dull. She suspected that he shed tears quietly because he thought of his dead partner just now - "I...what is my identity in the system?"

Lin Sanjiu paused and decided to be more straightforward. "I didn't register you in the system," she replied bluntly.

"Eh? Well, but Shales just gave me a glass of juice..."

That's because he has no identity in the system and has to rely on the system to meet his daily needs. In order to avoid confusion, Saras regarded him as their "pet". The truth was not pleasant, so Lin Sanjiu could only respond with silence.

"I said," Woyu hesitated for a while, his breathing clearly audible. "Can you...can you set me up as a guest? To be honest, we have done this kind of thing before, of course, of course it was to rob the rich and give to the poor. I mean, I have experience and know their ways. If I have authority, and I can at least help you a little bit."

Guest permissions can not only be adjusted, but can also be overwritten at any time. His request is quite conservative.

"I'll register it for you when I go back in the afternoon," Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and agreed, "I still want to go to the black market now."

Look at the time, it’s time for the “Survive By Any Means!”

Relying on the old captain to take care of him every day is not a long-term solution; not to mention that someone is now secretly eyeing Exodus, and it is easy for someone to find out his whereabouts by maintaining a fixed schedule. For safety and convenience, she had to urge the owner of the store again - after all, two or three weeks had passed since she left the deposit, but she still hadn't seen the shadow of her aircraft.

The store was darker than last time, shrouded in darkness. Only the dim white light in the corner vaguely outlined the objects in the store.

Lin San, a drunk driver, ducked his waist with ease, avoiding the swaying feet of several corpses above his head, and greeted the figure in the corner: "Good afternoon! Is there any news about what I want?"

As soon as she spoke, the sound of chair rollers scraping across the floor came from the corner; however, it was a young and even immature voice that answered her: "What do you want?" As she asked, the man stood up and walked away Stepping into the light, a small face as big as a palm was revealed.

In the dim light, his smooth skin, thick curly hair, and thin and slender body bones before development made Lin Sanjiu almost mistake him for a girl.

"You...who are you?" She looked at the child in front of her with some confusion, thinking that he could not be more than ten years old at most. "I'm here to see the owner, an old man."

"Just ask me, I'm the storekeeper." The boy turned the desk lamp and pointed the light at the table, as if he was deliberately trying to be calm in front of an adult: "What do you want?"

"When will he come back?" Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a few seconds, not wanting to make him feel that she looked down on him as a child.

"You tell me!" Perhaps because he grew up in the Twelve Realms, the boy showed a rare childishness: "I know all the goods delivered to the store today!"

As if to prove that he had everything under control, he suddenly flipped through the documents. Many pieces of paper floated down the table, and he grabbed them again. "Look," he shook a piece of paper and sniffed: "Order incoming goods registration!"

Even though it was just a quick glance in the dim light, Lin Sanjiu still caught the word "flying".

"Wait a minute," she shouted immediately, and hurriedly came up to take a closer look. She couldn't help being surprised and delighted: "This is it!"

The old man who owned the store only scrawled the words "flying equipment". When the boy led her to the back of the store, she still had no idea what her future means of transportation would look like. She suppressed her excitement and got into a narrow aisle at the back of the store; the aisle was filled with all kinds of messy things. If you weren't careful, you might step into some metal utensil and be unable to pull it out.

"Hey, I forgot to close the store,"

The boy's experience was obviously not as rich as he deliberately showed. He left Lin Sanjiu behind and hurriedly closed the store. He also forgot to take the registration form for her to fingerprint; after she finished fingerprinting, the boy realized again. It was too early to press the button, and she hadn't gotten the goods yet - the boy ran around several times and finally took her to see the flying instrument.

She once asked the old shop owner that the appearance of the aircraft should be more ordinary; but she apparently forgot to add which world's standard should be used to measure "ordinary".

The aircraft, which was completely dark and without a trace of reflection, was like a giant praying mantis lying down, leaning on the ground with two long "scythes" in front of it. Two "scythes" nearly ten meters high pointed straight into the sky. Lin Sanjiu's neck was sore because he raised his head to see the smooth and sharp arc at the top.

I didn't expect that old man to get such an amazing amount of contraband.

The fuselage sandwiched between the two "scythes" looks so light and narrow that it is almost disproportionately small. She took a closer look and could barely make out a rectangular gap in the darkness - the door should be opened from here.

She reached out and touched it gently, the smooth and cold texture was silent under her fingertips. Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but imagine what the scene would be like when this pure black aircraft slowly landed on the snow-white Exodus... She knew that in essence, they were just a residence, a place of residence. Vehicles; but they meant much more to her than that.

After so many years of wandering and struggling in the apocalyptic world, she finally began to gain the power to take control of her own life.

This is a beginning; not only her life that has been shattered into pieces by the apocalypse, but perhaps even those friends who are scattered like isolated islands and don't know where they are can be reunited and connected again.

The first thing to do now is to drive it back to Exodus.

She looked up and looked around. Except for the circular window of the cockpit above, she didn't see a single button or handle.

"How...how do I start this?" Lin Sanjiu looked back at the boy with some hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the boy was more excited than she was. This may be the first time he has seen this type of aircraft up close. He stood next to a "scythe" and kept looking at it up and down, making his body even shorter. Lin Sanjiu called out several times before he finally realized: "Huh? I don't know."

"Didn't the shop owner tell you? Didn't he have information on starting, driving and maintenance?"

The boy looked away from the aircraft, glanced at her, and said with emphasis: "I'm only nine years old."

...That makes sense. It seems that we have no choice but to call Yu Yuan out.

Lin Sanjiu called Exodus again and asked Yu Yuan to disguise himself and come to Black Market. But even if he left immediately after hanging up the call, it would still take several hours to arrive; she thought about it and decided to wander around the black market first to kill the time. After saying hello to the boy, the two walked back through the narrow aisle into the dark shop.

"You've already had your fingerprints pressed. You should take it away as soon as possible." The boy muttered.

The aircraft far exceeded the weight that Lin Sanjiu's card could convert. But this sentence made her confused, and she couldn't help but ask: "How did you get it into the yard? I can't just drive away like this, right? This is contraband after all."

"The aircraft we sell have forged license plates. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net can take off directly from the yard without anyone taking care of it." The boy smiled, looking quite proud.

Even after waiting for two or three weeks, Lin Sanjiu was very satisfied to be able to get the item so smoothly and such an unimaginably beautiful aircraft. She said goodbye to the boy with a smile, turned around and walked out the door; when she lowered her waist, avoiding the feet on her head and the various goods around her and came outdoors, Teacher Yi spoke.

"What, why don't you say goodbye?" Her tone was a bit strange.

"With whom?" Lin Sanjiu asked, opening the map and trying to find a restaurant to try.

"The old man who owns the shop."

"He is here?" Lin Sanjiu was surprised. "Where is it? Why didn't I see it just now?"

"He was hanging on your head just now." Teacher Yi said leisurely, "His feet were still dangling from your shoulders. Of course I saw it right...it was the old man who owned the shop."

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