Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1462 The joy of some money
The paper crane fluttered up, circled a few times in the zigzagging blue sky formed by the apartment building, and landed on Lin Sanjiu's still-held hand.

She stared at the paper crane in a daze, her heart seemed to shrink back and fall into the void.

In fact, she had thought about this possibility a long time ago, but she didn't expect it to come true: Mather is only one personality, and the origami cranes never flew to one of the personalities when they communicated before.Even if she has a real body now, Lin Sanjiu doesn't know if she is now considered an independent "person"; if so, what is the name of this person?Does she always have a last name?
Lin Sanjiu smiled wryly, and put away the paper crane.

Apart from paper cranes, there must be other means to find her.Lin Sanjiu held his breath while thinking, and listened to the movement nearby for a while.Fanhe was seriously injured, and even if he caught up again, it would be impossible to be absolutely silent.Now in this building, she seemed to be the only one—or rather, she was the only living person.

Opening the door of apartment 1, she carefully closed the door softly.

After the last game, everything has become dull, old, dry and calm, like an ordinary apartment that hasn't been rented out for more than half a year, and has forgotten its popularity and fireworks.It was precisely because of this dusty silence that when Lin Sanjiu suddenly saw a person squatting on the living room floor, she almost screamed out.

The man turned his head, his eyes were as huge as copper bells, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know if he saw her or not.He stood up suddenly and walked to the bathroom, unbuttoning his belt as he walked; as soon as he opened the door and went in, there was no more sound.The shock just now receded, and Lin Sanjiu also remembered what was going on; she took a breath, went up to open the bathroom door, and found that there was no one inside.

...It should be one of the many "characters" left in the apartment game, she remembered that the volunteer seemed to have said it.

"Isn't this the same as hiding in a haunted house? What if these ghosts are seen by Fanhe?" She called out one of the humanoid objects to be chatted with, a life mentor, and raised it with a little worry: "If she misunderstands this Someone came in..."

"Before I came in just now, I didn't even notice a single person." Lin Sanjiu was not too worried, but just walked over and closed the curtains.Both she and the human-shaped object suppressed their voices very low to prevent it from being heard outside the building, and said, "If I don't want to come in, I won't be able to see it. If she really comes in by herself, it will only be my bad luck."

The life coach said conservatively: "It's a good thing to believe in your own point of view..."

The painter sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging the drawing board, at a loss as to who to admire for his good looks.Although he can't speak, he's like an old friend, and it's fine to sit down when he calls out—after the friends dispersed one after another, Lin Sanjiu felt a kind of fear: she was afraid of the dead silence in her ears, and the silence in her vision. empty.

That feeling was like the moment when one foot stepped off the edge of the cliff and the body fell into nothingness, it was frozen by someone, and then she had to experience it repeatedly day by day.

"Witch," Lin Sanjiu called the humanoid object who was in a daze in a very soft voice, and asked, "How long have you been Sparan's object?"

She wanted to see how much the sorceress knew about Siba'an's situation, but she didn't expect such a simple question to ask this humanoid object. The sorceress looked at her ten fingers as if she had forgotten It’s the same as counting, and murmured: "How long has it been... at the beginning it was 22, minus 23..."

The answer can't always be minus one, can it?
Could the witch be a defective product among the humanoid items?
Lin Sanjiu asked more directly this time: "I know that when he disappeared, you were with me. But do you know any reason that may cause Siba'an to disappear suddenly? He had this before. Is that the case?"

"Not before," the sorceress replied affirmatively, as if the thread in her mind had finally been connected.Just when Lin Sanjiu was deep in thought, the thread in her mind was broken again, and she said, "...in the future."

"Don't make predictions for me," Lin Sanjiu warned her, "I'm not in the mood right now."

The sorceress alternated her left and right feet back and forth, as if she couldn't help but want to go to the bathroom. "It's, it's not a prophecy...it's my memory..."

"What do you say."

The witch's face was all wrinkled. "I... I am an item, and my memory is incremented by timeline in a similar way to data storage... But, it's strange, I remember some things that will happen in the future, and they have already happened in my memory It's a thing of the past."

It can be seen that she is trying to speak human words this time, but Lin Sanjiu doesn't understand at all.Talking to the sorceress is irritating every time, with few exceptions.

The constipated expression on the witch's face became even heavier, as if she really didn't know how to explain it. "I, I remember when I first appeared in the world, and I also remember what happened next in chronological order, such as who picked me up, who died, and who sold me to whom."

Lin Sanjiu listened silently, his life mentor glanced back and forth at each person and object, wondering what he was thinking.

"Based on the calculation method of your humans, this is the year since I was 'born', and I am 50 years old." The witch finally spoke fluently, and said: "I know—rather than foreseeing it, you have to pay attention This difference—I know that Spartan became my master when I was 78 years old."

"But he was your master just now," Lin Sanjiu said immediately.

"Yes, you haven't understood yet," the sorceress said emphatically, "he 'became' my master when I was 78 years old. When I was 36 years old, he 'already' was my master."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. "Does your timeline run backwards?"

"No." The sorceress said, "I also came here from one year old to 50 years old. Hey, I didn't know until I was 50 years old that you became my master during this year."

When she said this sentence, Lin Sanjiu always felt a trace of regret flashed across her face.

Since there is no problem with the witch's timeline, then the problematic one is Siba'an... As she pondered, she asked, "Then his timeline runs backwards?"

"Not at all."

"Then what's going on?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of an answer, so he simply gave up and asked, "You said, he will suddenly disappear like this in the future...do you know where he went? Will you come back?"

"I don't know," the sorceress replied, "He should return to this place, I just don't know when."

As long as he will come back... She asked, "How can I get in touch with him?"

The witch frowned and said, "I don't know either."

Ask three times and don't know, what's the use of you.Lin Sanjiu cursed, opened the curtains, and glanced out of the window through the gap——when her gaze swept across the sky, she suddenly shivered and remembered.

Isn't the queen mother still floating outside?Siba'an seems to have said that there is some kind of connection between him and the Queen Mother, right?Maybe we can find him through the Queen Mother?

It's not difficult to find the Queen Mother, just drive the Exodus there. As long as you find Mather and pick up Ji Shanqing, she can leave at any time.

She had a breakthrough, her spirits were uplifted, her mood improved a lot, and she even had the time to ask how old the painter and mentor were.In the end, the answer surprised her—looking at the white and tender painter, she unexpectedly turned out to be a long-lived tortoise in his 230s, and his life mentor was only 27 years old. experience.

"The so-called hero doesn't ask where he came from, and he shouldn't ask about his age..." The life coach looked at the painter, and suddenly said, "He just nodded."

Because the painter can't speak, Lin Sanjiu guessed his "age" all the way up, and asked him to nod when he guessed right—in fact, she began to suspect that the painter didn't listen when she guessed that he was 150 years old and didn't see a response. I understand her order.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"This is not one of his functions." The life mentor said, "His function should only be painting, and only equipped with the most basic intelligence... Your humanoid object is relatively entry-level, so you can do this..." He thought After thinking about it, I chose a word. "It's rare to be able to understand humanity so well."

Before Lin Sanjiu could speak, his life mentor sighed and said, "Actually, I shouldn't have chatted with you to clear up your doubts. Every word I say should be aimed at motivating and encouraging you. Earn yourself some mentor fees."

She is a little lost. "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing." The life coach didn't seem to know what he was going to say, so he waved his hand. "I just feel that when we are by your side, the humanoid objects of us seem to be... more and more flexible."

This is not surprising, Lin Sanjiu said silently in his stomach.One of the reasons she thinks humanoid items are particularly useful is that they can be used for many things other than what the item was designed for. Among other things, when she was on Exodus, she had a sudden whim and took a dirty plate to Painted by artist; specifically stated not to paint stains and residue on dishes.A few minutes later, she returned to the kitchen with a "washed" dish, and the painter was not relieved for a long time.

Lin Sanjiu quickly put the conversation behind her.There was one more thing in front of her, a good thing whose happiness was comparable to some money, was waiting for her attention.

"It's time," she said eagerly, "It's time to see what Fanhe gave me."

　As a person who usually cares about the environment, I am going to go a step further and start recycling my own garbage... I recently learned a piece of knowledge: household kitchen waste, things like peels and roots, I used to think that throwing away It is also harmless to the environment, a natural product.I only found out in the past few days that most of this natural waste is buried deep in the soil of the landfill. Because there is no oxygen, it cannot be composted and fermented, and it cannot be turned into soil nutrients. The result is a huge amount of greenhouses. Gas... This knowledge surprised me a bit, and I feel that it needs to be shared and spread.

　
(End of this chapter)