Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1323 Is the Boss educated?

At eleven o'clock that night, when Wu Lun came home from get off work and opened the door, Lin Sanjiu was putting a stocking on his head.

When she heard the sound, she turned her head towards the door; before the stockings could be pulled to the end, her eyebrows and eyes were deformed, forming a triangle with two eyebrows.As soon as Wu Lun raised his head, his movements stopped, and he stood blankly at the door, forgetting to pull out the key.

"You're back," Lin Sanjiu greeted.

"No... no, no." Wu Lun closed his eyes hard, as if he hoped that when he opened them again, Lin Sanjiu would disappear in place.But when she opened her eyes again, Lin Sanjiu had already pulled the stockings around her neck and asked, "Can you recognize my face?"

Wu Lun closed the door and shook his head desperately: "No, no, this won't work."

"Don't worry, I won't be in danger." Just rob a bank.

"Absolutely not, I'm not worried about you. You take my socks off."

Lin Sanjiu peeled off the stockings she found in the closet and asked, "Then what can you do? Didn't you say you wanted to help me yesterday morning?"

After her phone call yesterday morning, Wu Lun quickly realized that giving her money to advertise and find someone is the best way to avoid the destruction of the world, so this BA girl said a lot of bold words in a moment of excitement.However, after two days of various discussions, experiments, insomnia and tossing about going to work, Wu Lun's ambition and spirit are now visibly deflated.

"I really don't understand." Wu Lun opened the door, took out the key, closed the door again, and muttered, "Why did I have a BA to save the world? And why the way to save the world is to make money?"

She sighed and sat down on the sofa, rubbing her calves like an old lady. "If I knew how to make money, would I still be a BA who stands all day long. You...your thing that listens to people, really can't do it again?"

Wu Lun's eyes lit up probably because he remembered what was sitting under his fart【】.Lin Sanjiu shook her head, shattering her luck: "One ability description can only be used once."

Yesterday—or in the early hours of this morning, she finally passed the cooling time of [Pygmalion Collar], and immediately woke Wu Lun up.Lin Sanjiu already knew where the latter's wallet was hidden; not only did he know, but he also took out a 100-yuan bill with the largest denomination, and asked Wu Lun to read to himself a paragraph about the ability to "reproduce a large number of certain objects" describe.

Just like the ability evolved naturally, the effect ability produced by [Pygmalion Collar] also has various restrictions, and it is not omnipotent.Taking a large number of copied objects as an example, Lin Sanjiu soon discovered that if she copied something simple, such as a piece of white paper, then its multiplication speed was almost completely unlimited, only two or three seconds , A large amount of white paper copied out completely flooded one of Wu Lun's beds.However, in order to prevent counterfeiting, the materials and craftsmanship of the banknotes are very complicated; until she used up all 5 minutes, the copied cash was only piled up on a small piece of the floor.

Regarding this amount, Teacher Yi explained that it might be because the effect of the collar and the potential value have been weakened a little.

Lin Sanjiu looked dissatisfied, but Wu Lun's drowsiness was all driven away.The girl seemed to be a bit of a money fanatic, so she threw herself on the pile of money, grabbed the banknotes one by one, and exclaimed in a low voice, "It's really the same!"

Unlike making counterfeit banknotes, what Lin Sanjiu copied was real money, enough to pass any sophisticated counterfeit banknote inspection machine.But the problem is that each of them is exactly the same as the mother banknote used as a template.

Corner breaks, slight stains, fold marks... Most importantly, the banknote serial numbers are exactly the same.It would be fine if there were only two or three banknotes. After putting together more than 1000 banknotes—this number was counted by Wu Lun all night—their similarities converged into a very shocking picture, even if Just a glance can make ordinary people immediately notice that something is wrong.

"It's impossible to advertise with this pile of money,"

Wu Lun carefully and carefully folded the banknotes into neat piles, tied them tightly with rubber bands and stuffed them under the sofa, and said contentedly: "I saw that so much cash has the same serial number, so I bought it on the spot. I’m going to call the police. You can’t deposit it in the bank either... Even the ATM machine will know something is wrong. In my opinion, it’s just spending one piece at a time, so that there will be no problems.”

After asking what he could do with 100 yuan, Lin Sanjiu only had the idea of ​​getting money illegally.It's not practical to go to the museum again. You can't just stare at the same sheep for the wool, and even if she takes something, she doesn't know who to sell the stolen goods; she wants to find a Han to share the stolen goods. ——She couldn't think of a solution after much deliberation, so Wu Lun's newly bought stockings for work suffered.

"If not, let's print a small advertisement tomorrow, and I will have a rest tomorrow." After finally persuading her, Wu Lun vaguely suggested before going to bed: "First find a store to print 100 yuan, and post it When it’s over, I’ll find another one to pay 100 yuan... Anyway, it’s real money, right.”

The efficiency is a little lower, but being able to deliver the news earlier is better than sitting at home and worrying.

Lin Sanjiu didn't sleep at all that night.

Now, a small half of her waking time is spent constantly training, purifying, and refining her consciousness.Teacher Yi said that if this kind of training intensity was used in the past, she might be able to upgrade if she persisted for half a year or a year; but now, she can only barely keep her consciousness level from falling.

Moreover, it seems that the time to keep it will be gradually shortened, and the time spent on training will be longer and longer.

One day in the future, even if she doesn't eat, drink or sleep, she won't be able to maintain the gradually declining level of consciousness... Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes in the early morning sunlight, feeling the abundant and lively consciousness, while thought.How far will her abilities decline when she finds out a way to deliver news to the doomsday world?

...What if she can't find a way to deliver the message?
"Good morning,"

When she was in a trance, Wu Lun stretched out from under the quilt, and the shadow of his arm stretched straight into the light orange sunlight covered by the curtains, like a peaceful painting. "Give me half an hour and we can go out."

Lin Sanjiu nodded silently, focusing on "how to get money" again.

In order to allow the small advertisement to be posted as long as possible, the two put a lot of thought into the content.

It’s not okay to say that I’m looking for an evolutionary, I’m afraid it will be dismissed as nonsense.Generally speaking, small advertisements for missing people, dogs, and lost objects last longer; Lin Sanjiu thought about it and decided to post a "Missing Person Notice".

In order to increase its impact, so that passers-by can notice it at a glance, she also prepared a photo - find a similar photo, use [the power of description] to modify it according to memory, and it will become what she wants effect.

An hour later, while eating ice cream, Wu Lun watched the small shop's printer slowly spit out such a missing person notice.

Search notices:

The person in the picture is my uncle and I am his niece.My uncle is called "Mad Dog", and his business is very big. There are many employees in twelve places. The employees like to hang a wooden puppet earring on their ears.He always brings a lot of people with him when he goes out, but this time he went where there was no internet, and the employees got separated from him, and now I am looking for him.

The machine typed out this paragraph in an orderly manner, and then continued to spit out the text.

If you know the news about those twelve places, if you know the news about people like my uncle, if you still want to go back to those twelve places, you are welcome to contact the number below, and you will be paid a lot.

Next, there is a string of Han Jun's mobile phone numbers.

The printer was still buzzing; Wu Lun was also looking at it casually, and suddenly his hands trembled, and he almost threw the ice cream in his hand. "Damn it," she swears a swear word on a rare occasion, "Who is this? Why... why... is he really your uncle?"

"Uncle is still uncle, I forgot, what does it matter, it's not true anyway." Lin Sanjiu replied in a low voice.The fat proprietress of the printing shop was sitting on another table behind her playing games, as if she wished she could turn her ears back to listen to them.

"It's too scary," Wu Lun said with a sad face, and began to tremble again: "Although it seems that there are no bloody fangs on a closer look, but why..."

He even dared to "take a closer look". It seems that there is no real person present, and the killing effect is just not enough.Is it possible to get someone's attention?
Lin Sanjiu sighed, picked up the first typed missing person notice, and shook it in front of the proprietress: "Do you think this is right?"

The proprietress jumped all over her body, subconsciously pushed the chair away and took two steps back, then narrowed her eyes and looked carefully for a while.

"Wow," she exclaimed softly, "there's a kind of...what's that called, oh, gothic beauty."

Fine.

Lin Sanjiu held back his words, silently put away the typed missing person notice, and asked, "How many copies of this kind of black and white one can be printed for 100 yuan?"

"Usually we pay one dollar a piece," the proprietress replied.

After a long time, Lin Sanjiu felt the power of Mike Duck heat up in her body again.

The proprietress continued: "You play a lot, I'll give you a discount, fifty cents a piece."

...If Mike Duck knew that he was the richest man, but he could only pick up fifty cents here, he might not be happy.

After the two left the printing shop with two hundred missing person notices, according to Wu Lun's suggestion, they posted small advertisements on every bus stop and telephone pole along the bus route.From the perspective of an evolutionary, Lin Sanjiu also posted some outside supermarkets, sporting goods stores, pharmacies, and hardware stores—each store gave 100 yuan as a tip for allowing posting.It is quite a lot to be able to post hundreds of posts a day; but this is still too slow, especially since Wu Lun has to rest and buy snacks all the way, which is a bit of a waste of time.

"I walked with you at least [-] steps today." She didn't feel that she was slow at all, and she wanted to claim credit: "My feet hurt, why don't you invite me to have a massage tonight?"

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to respond, he suddenly heard Han Jun's cell phone beeping in his pocket, and his heart beat a few beats faster.

Someone saw the ad so soon?
She hurriedly took out her mobile phone to look at it, and couldn't help being taken aback.What came in was a text message, sent from an unfamiliar number, and the content was only a short sentence - "Husband, where are you?"

(End of this chapter)