Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1330 Numbers that disappear forever

"What, what?" Wu Lun's hand that was pouring water shook and almost dropped the pot on the ground.She hurriedly grabbed the pot, turned her head and glanced at Lin Sanjiu and He Huan, her face turned pale: "Everyone...all caught together?"

Because He Huan's apartment is spacious and comfortable, and the transportation is convenient, Lin Sanjiu has used it more and more frequently as a stronghold in recent days.Ever since she met Han Jun's wife and returned her mobile phone, her tracing plan has been proceeding step by step, and finally there have been no accidents.When Wu Lun was resting, she would sometimes come along to join in the fun; however, she and He Huan were always separated by a layer of unfamiliarity, and she didn't seem to like to hear things related to evolution. ——Every time Lin Sanjiu mentioned it, she always turned her head away uncomfortably.

It was rare for her to be taken aback and interrupted involuntarily like now... It seems that even if she didn't like it, she was always listening.

"Well," Lin Sanjiu looked carefully at the dazed girl standing in the kitchen, and slowly said: "We found that many factories in the suburbs have stopped working, and the factory buildings are all empty, and the entire factory area is like a dead city. Pretend to be a dozen of them, just right."

Even if the dozen or so people wanted to call for help, no one could hear them shouting.

Wu Lun wiped his face and calmed down a little.She turned around, continued to play with the soup pot in her hand, turned her back to Lin Sanjiu, and asked, "Being taken away suddenly...are they all frightened?"

That is of course inevitable.Only she would consider whether the hostages would be afraid when they were taken by the kidnappers.

"After dinner, you... are going to find them? Then... where is the factory?" Wu Lun absently grabbed a handful of dried noodles, put them into the pot, and asked in a low voice.Recently, she always seems to have something to say but can't; thanks to her mother's theory of hot noodle soup, Lin Sanjiu has eaten at least four or five meals of hot noodle soup in the past few days. Those who want to comfort the noodles are still the ones who make the noodles.

"Yes, but I won't kill them."

While answering, she slowly stretched out her hand, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and looked at it several times.Wu Lun is a bit careless and doesn't like to put on a mobile phone case; the back of this old phone has already had a lot of scratches, and it was just thrown on the table so casually.

He Huan was lazily leaning on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and asked in a volume that ordinary people would never hear: "Do you want to check her phone?"

. . . his mind is really quick.

Lin Sanjiu sighed.She knew Wu Lun's password, she only needed to glance at Wu Lun's phone from a distance to know it.It takes a matter of minutes to open it, but... there is an invisible obstacle.

She looked up at the girl in the kitchen.

"Wu Lun," she didn't think about it at all, and shouted directly: "Can I see your communication records?"

The figure in the kitchen paused, but did not turn his head.The chopsticks stopped a few centimeters above the soup pot, as if they forgot what to do. "Why do you want to watch that?" Wu Lun asked.

Lin Sanjiu said slowly: "...I want to find a phone number."

Wu Lun put down his chopsticks, as if he wanted to turn sideways, then turned back, still facing her with his back. "Then... then you can see."

Considering the strict control of mobile phone numbers in this world, it is really surprising that there are so many harassing and fraudulent sales calls.On average, Wu Lun would receive such a call every two days, not to mention all kinds of spam text messages—Lin Sanjiu skipped all the short calls and missed calls that only lasted a few seconds, and moved to June 6th on the call log.

After looking at it for a while, she put down her phone and knocked the coffee table with a "dang" sound.Wu Lun immediately turned his head and asked from the kitchen, "Did you find the phone number you wanted?"

"...No." Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes and smiled softly at her.

Wu Lun looked at her, opened his mouth, said nothing, and lowered his head to cook noodle soup again.

In the middle of the night, when Lin Sanjiu and He Huan put on masks and walked into the gate of the factory together, she felt that the noodle soup she ate seemed to have turned into stones, stuck between her ribs, dragging her heart down ——A hidden anger came out of nowhere, and she just wanted to smash someone's face flat with one punch after another.

She strode through the empty factory building, and the sound of her footsteps resounded on the ground; the evolutionary who charged from a distance with anger obviously made ordinary people like rabbits instinctively afraid——the place in the distance The figures sitting on more than a dozen chairs reacted one after another, and they couldn't help groaning "Wuwu" as they struggled and twisted.

He Huan didn't say a word, but followed closely behind her.Even after dinner and when Wu Lun came home, he didn't ask anything—Lin Sanjiu was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

She took a few steps between the dozen or so chairs, and her eyes, together with the flashlight, swept over the faces deformed by the tape.When she and He Huan kidnapped these dozen people, she was still a little bit sorry; but now she just wants to punch everyone.

"How is it?" Lin Sanjiu thrust the flashlight into their eyes one by one and asked, "Do you all understand the situation now?"

There was another muffled hum.The white light reflected half of their faces: some were blood red, some were pale, each mouth was stuffed with a towel and bulged, and the tape was wrapped around and around, killing their voices. dead blocked.They were bound hand and foot to chairs, and one man, apparently trying to escape in their absence, fell to the ground, unable to get up.

She walked over, put one foot on the man's chair, and smiled.

"I don't know what's going on in this ghostly place of yours, but I don't want to worry about it. I just want you to do me a favor..." Lin Sanjiu said while gesturing to He Huan. "After this matter is done, I can go home, and you can go home, isn't it the best of both worlds?"

He Huan glanced at her, then took out a black mobile phone from a bag, walked into a circle of chairs, and held it up to show them: "Whose is this?"

Everyone was silent for a while, as if they didn't understand what he meant——Lin Sanjiu kicked the overturned man with his chair several meters away. between the shelves.Suffocated screams rang out from the throats of the hostages.

"My friend's question, whose is it?" When the echo came, she repeated it softly.

A man with thinning hair and a slack figure suddenly made a whimpering sound.

"I have to answer the question," Lin Sanjiu took out a blade and cut the tape from behind his ear—the man's face was so frightened that his muscles twitched that he didn't even dare to open his eyes; when the tape was torn off , When the towel was removed, he also vented the panic of being blocked for a day: "Don't, don't hurt me!"

"It's like talking too much." He Huan's voice is always very gentle and elegant, even if his expression has nothing to do with gentleness and elegance. "Why, don't you threaten us? Aren't you an important person? Aren't your subordinates sure to have called the police?"

It's also interesting to say that these dozen or so people are obviously just the owners of various TV stations, newspapers, magazines, and advertising companies, but most of them are astonishingly courageous-even if they are caught by unknown kidnappers, they can still intimidate them. Warn the kidnappers to be careful of the consequences.Especially when these dozens of people were gathered in the factory building, their courage doubled; they were all colleagues in several nearby cities, and after recognizing each other's identities, faced with only two people The kidnappers, they almost didn't form a hostage alliance, and their confidence was so strong that Lin Sanjiu had a headache at that time.

...However, this attitude is different after more than ten hours.The two kidnappers made it very clear with their actions: they don't care whether the hostages live or die.

"Come on, you know what to do," Lin Sanjiu held the phone in front of the man, and said softly to the face covered with sweat, tears and saliva, "I explained it, do you still remember?" ?”

The man nodded vigorously.

"You won't say what you shouldn't say, right?" Lin Sanjiu begged for proof.

The man shook his head vigorously.

"I'll insure him." He said with a smile, took out a gun from his back waist, and pressed it against the man's temple, and the man whimpered immediately.

Not only guns are banned in this world, but air guns, water guns, imitation toy guns and slingshots are also banned. Even the compound bows used in archery sports must be purchased by professional sports schools according to the number of athletes, and there are regulators every month. Conduct inventory checks.After understanding the situation, Lin Sanjiu had no choice but to use the [Power of Description] to imitate a fake gun before entering the door. For a limited time, it is enough to scare ordinary people.

Facial recognition successfully recognized the owner's pale face, indicating that the phone was indeed his.Under the surveillance of the two, the fat man signaled Lin Sanjiu to make a call.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang?" A young man's voice sounded from the other end.The fat man's loose lips couldn't help trembling, but he couldn't speak for a moment.On the phone, he continued to ask: "Mr. Zhang, where have you been? It's midnight, we'll be looking for you for a day..."

He Huan pressed the pistol tighter.

"Stop talking! Listen to me!" Mr. Zhang burst out suddenly, and shouted: "Starting tomorrow, all traffic advertisements and screen advertisements will be removed and replaced--take me a piece of paper to write it down, and replace it On this paragraph."

Lin Sanjiu silently applauded Mr. Zhang, picked up a piece of paper from the ground, and asked him to read it line by line to the phone.There was a paragraph on the paper that she wanted to convey to other evolutionaries, and she had shown it to them as early as in the daytime.

"What is this? Mr. Zhang, you said you want to remove them all, how can this be done—"

"Stop talking nonsense, have you written it down yet?" Mr. Zhang's anger seemed to be directed at his subordinates, "I'll take care of the consequences, but if you don't do it, you'll leave tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Sanjiu turned it into a card, and said with a smile, "It's hard work being your subordinate, Mr. Zhang."

With the first one at the beginning, the rest will be much easier.Naturally, there were people who begged and resisted and tried to reason, but after Lin Sanjiu smashed a steel plate with his bare hands, everyone suddenly behaved: not only did they place advertisements as required, but they also took the initiative to guide their subordinates to be as fast as possible, comprehensive, and Carry out the work efficiently, and strive to complete the target of replacing all advertisements and publicity within two days - Lin Sanjiu himself can't keep his mouth shut.

After feeding them a little bread and water, the two frenzied lawbreakers even made them take turns to go to the toilet before they were tied up again and left the factory.He Huan's plan is simple, direct but cautious: let these responsible people make a phone call or two every day, so that their colleagues and family members will not call the police, and at the same time ensure that the advertisement can be placed smoothly - wait for the advertisement to be replaced for a while, and then release it. people.

As for whether they dare to cancel the advertisement after putting it back, it all depends on the performance of the two of them in the past few days.

"This time there will be a big commotion," He Huan smiled in the night while walking on the road, "The existence of the two of us should not be hidden. However, I don't think they will believe in evolutionists or the like about..."

Lin Sanjiu sighed heavily.

"That's not necessarily the case," she said softly, remembering Wu Lun's phone call records. "I'm going to talk to Wu Lun."

... She didn't lie, what she looked for in Wu Lun's phone at night was indeed the phone number.

In the early morning of June 6, when Wu Lun had just recovered from the concussion, until the afternoon of that day, she only made one call—it was to Lin Sanjiu.

In addition, Wu Lun neither called her mother nor contacted her team leader.However, she did not go to work the next day as a matter of course, and her team leader did not call to ask.

Lin Sanjiu was afraid that he might have missed it, but the facts were very clear: None of the phone numbers and text messages that should have appeared appeared.In the call records, apart from her, there was no number that appeared repeatedly in the past few days, as if Wu Lun was the only one contacting her.

After the car accident, why did you only tell Lin Sanjiu?Why is her team leader so silent about absenteeism?
What happened on the afternoon of the so-called "car accident"?

"You don't need to worry about this matter," Lin Sanjiu told He Huan when the two were about to break up, "You are responsible for keeping an eye on the factory, and I will go find her tonight."

"Actually, you don't have to." He Huan put his hands into his trouser pockets, his expression calm: "As long as we leave voluntarily, where can she find you? To her, we have completely disappeared."

That's what he said, but Lin Sanjiu couldn't help himself.She has not known Wu Lun for a long time, but she has already remembered the details of when this girl cooked noodles for her, asked her to accompany her to visit museums, and put up advertisements with her... If she wants her to turn around, she will cut off this contact , she couldn't do it.

When she returned to Wu Lun's house again, Lin Sanjiu realized that she was one step late.

The door didn't lock, it opened with a push.

Things were turned upside down, the house was half empty, and there was a hastily written note on the table.

"I have something urgent to go back to my hometown overnight, don't need to look for me, see you later" - this is the only sentence on the note.

... Since then, Wu Lun's number has been permanently revoked.

　Recently, I saw some people criticize that the progress was slow, so I thought about it carefully.This world has written 20 chapters, and you may have noticed that the plot is different from before... There is no copy of the suspenseful, bloody and tense battle that I am familiar with, and I am afraid there will be no such thing in the future... This world is not the same , there won't be so many unexpected twists and turns, and you may find that you often guess the direction of the plot correctly, and even Lin Sanjiu, the protagonist, will appear less and less.I myself can't wait for the following plot, I hope I can write as much as possible.

In the modern world volume, I wanted to achieve an effect of gradual deterioration under absolute stability, similar to boiling frogs in warm water.But on the surface, it may indeed look like a bowl of warm water, with no frogs and no waves.I can understand people who don’t like this, but I still hope that everyone will give this world a little more time, and give me a little more time... I will try my best to express what I see in my mind.

　
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