Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1734 A Love Story

The procedure for registering "Beacon and Beacon" was surprisingly simple: after answering a few questions and choosing a category between "evolutionary" and "ordinary person", Lin Sanjiu paid the money, even whether she was an evolutionary person or not. Even without the verification program of the author, she successfully went online on "Beacon Fire Beacon"—and also got a small white round box, which is the terminal for the system to send and receive information.

She set her missing person broadcast to the highest frequency repeated twice an hour for three consecutive days, and then stepped back from the large communication terminal that looked like an arcade game in fear.

The whole house is also like a game field for playing video games; there are no windows in the room, and in the dim light, everyone wears a pair of headphones on their heads, and the faces are dyed light blue by the screen.No one gave her a second look, and as soon as she turned and walked away, the machine was taken by the last person in line.

...Who knows if Li Bao and Yu Yuan will just hear her broadcast?

After all, "Beacon Fire Wolf Smoke" is a new system, and the population covered is relatively small; even if its main users are evolutionists, there is no guarantee that Yu Yuan and the others will definitely use it.What if they don't even know the existence of "Beacon Flames"?
What if even the data body can't escape the script of her fate, just like Mather, Dr. Cat, Kiyokuru and the Great Miko, each separation becomes a sentence with no end time limit?What will happen to the gift pack?
Lin Sanjiu pressed one hand against the wall, bent down and took a few breaths. By the time she suppressed the sharp panic, her palms were wet.

It's ironic that a person who once hated leaving get off work because he didn't want to go home and face an empty house is now living in a world where there is no way to keep people.She can't keep others, and she can't keep herself. Wherever she is hit by the waves, she will drop some fragments--partners take her fragments, and they may never see each other again.

Now even the law of teleportation has been shaken by the great flood; if it is difficult to guarantee a definite way to meet each other, then what is she ups and downs alone in the apocalypse, struggling to survive?
Perhaps it was because her panic was still shaking her nerves, or maybe it was because she had a very reasonable reason. When she passed by Batou De again, Lin Sanjiu suddenly couldn't hold back, and turned to the only one in the room that was still alive. A familiar face spoke.

"...would you like to do me a favor?"

The eight-headed German behind the sunglasses was startled.

Lin Sanjiu could tell when he entered the room just now, he seemed unwilling to attract other people's attention, and pretended not to recognize her; A few days ago, Lin Sanjiu remembered him in a hurry.

"Ah, ah, it's you, it's a pleasure to meet you," Batoude wiped his forehead without embarrassment, and said, "Hey, the lens is too dark, I can't see people clearly..."

Even if such a lame excuse is said in his clear and clear voice, it actually sounds a bit like that.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Sanjiu asked.He seemed to be sizing up the people coming in and out all the time, but it didn't seem like he wanted to hide his identity to find someone, otherwise what's the use of a pair of sunglasses?
"I'll just take a look, isn't this a new system!" Batoude was obviously unwilling to tell the truth, so he changed the subject and asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"

"You are an announcer, so you should have a lot of contacts." Lin Sanjiu knew that dealing with him would cost money, so he took out a few freshly replaced fog balls and said, "I want to ask you to pass on two messages. One is that I want to Hire the artisan, and the other is to offer a reward to find someone. I hope that these two messages can bypass several major communication system platforms and send them privately through your seven heads."

"My seven...do you know my other seven heads?" Batoud's sunglasses lowered slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the fog ball.

Speaking of it, it was Lu Ming who told her.

When the two of them saw the eight-headed virtue at the door, the boy felt proud, as if introducing a famous scenic spot, and said to Lin Sanjiu: "You are lucky! Have you seen that sturdy man? He His name is Batoude, the most famous broadcaster in our Fanjia City, with at least tens of thousands of listeners, and he can be counted as one of the top five in Walking in the Clouds. Everyone likes his programs, he is friendly, and he often uses his seven The head helps everyone pass the news..."

This is not at all like the impression Badude left on her - Badude is willing to report fake broadcasts to keep the spaceship stranded in mid-air in order to make some money.

"What seven heads?" Lin Sanjiu vaguely recalled the origin of the name Batoude, and asked, "Does he really have eight heads?"

"One on the neck," Ming Ming said, bending a finger, "The other seven are products of his ability, not real human heads. They are like... well, he used an analogy, like the ground Station? Anyway, through the seven heads, you can send and receive signals to each other."

Could it be that when he was on the spaceship, he used this method to make the pilot hear the fake broadcast?It seems that the eight-headed virtue is really famous in Fanjia City, and even ordinary people know about his personal ability.

Lin Sanjiu thanked Lu Ming, and gave him a few extra red crystals as a tip, but found that he didn't intend to go up and say hello to Batoude—it was different from when he met the star before the doomsday. What was Sneaky doing, but respectfully unwilling to disturb his Sneaky, bid her farewell and left.

...such a respected Batou De, now it's hard to take his eyes off her money.

"No problem, no problem," he nodded repeatedly, and said, "We have cooperated once, you know me, nothing else, just reliable. Who are you looking for?"

The artisan Jiewu is easy to find, and Batou De patted his chest to promise that he would find it for her on the same day—"I know the land of Fanjia City very well!"——As for the gift bag and Yu Yuan, you need to try your luck No one can say when and how the word of mouth will meet them.

It's just that as data bodies, their ability and ways to absorb information should far exceed that of ordinary talents, right?
"I'll give you a part of the deposit first," Lin Sanjiu said while handing over the money, "Do you think this is suitable?"

Unexpectedly, the eight-headed virtue did not take it.

He slightly lowered the lens, revealing a pair of eyelids and big eyes; he looked at Lin Sanjiu up and down for a while, thinking about something, and waved his hand to signal her to take the money back.

"Your combat power is very high, isn't it?"

"This..." Lin Sanjiu thought for a while, and replied, "I'm too embarrassed to praise myself."

Eight-headed German blinked, obviously not knowing how to respond to this frankness for a while. "If I'm not mistaken, your level should be top-notch in Wandering Clouds... Even in the management organization 'Guihe' of Fanjia City, I have never seen an evolutionary of your combat power."

Probably remembering the remuneration that was pushed back, he added a bit regretfully: "It's still so rich."

"So?" Lin Sanjiu prompted him to continue.

"To be honest, I've been looking for money recently, just to hire people, but by myself, no matter how much I look for money, I can't afford to hire a combat force like yours." Batoude asked tentatively: "Why do you want to hire someone?" Avoiding the big system platform is to avoid people's eyes? I don't ask the specific reason, as long as you agree to my request, I can use my name to find someone on your behalf in the major systems, so that you won't be exposed."

"No problem," Lin Sanjiu agreed in one gulp, "What do I need to do? Fight for you? I'm good at this. When can you start sending messages?"

"It's safer than that! Come on, let's talk as we walk." Seeing her agreeing, Batoude's eyes lit up, motioned her to follow him, turned around and walked out: "I have a residence in Fanjia City. To be honest, one of the seven heads is placed there. When you watch me send messages, you will feel more at ease."

Just like that, Lin Sanjiu caught Ye Xiaozhou again in the torrent.

She was taken by a small boat and drifted into the intricate rivers of Fanjia City, passing through the endless river of people, being pushed by waves of laughter, the sound of pulleys rubbing the ground, and the sound of hawking, she soon disappeared. I can't tell the direction.Eight-headed Virtue seems to be very popular, whether it is an evolutionary or an ordinary person, there are always people who greet him with a smile and stuff him with things along the way; under his favor, even Lin Sanjiu got a lot of smiling faces—— Batoude returned his hand and gave her a piece of chewing gum she had just taken.

"Inexpensive gadget," he chewed a piece vaguely in his mouth, "you're welcome."

Lin Sanjiu took the chewing gum without putting it in his mouth, and asked, "Why do they all like you so much?"

"I'm a celebrity," Batou De said with a high self-esteem, sighing, "The burden of fame is not small."

Although Fanjia City is a city built on artificial high ground, there are many bridges in the city-not for crossing the river, but because the construction was arbitrary and chaotic, so many city walls must be connected by bridges.Below the bridge, patches of weed-like residential areas often sprang up; while waiting for the suspension bridge to come down with dozens of other people, Lin Sanjiu heard an old man by the roadside telling stories to children.

She took a glance and found that among the group of children were evolved and ordinary people, sitting together on the dirty roadside listening to a love story.

...It seems to be a love story.

"...The evolutionary girl who was misunderstood heard the news and immediately signed up to join the front against the fallen species. It was out of bravery and because she didn't want to meet the boy again..." A group of children sent Inhaling, the old man continued: "In the end, unfortunately, he died under the hands of the fallen species, and his entire head was ripped off at once."

It's a sad story to tell a child.

"And then?" A girl who looked seven or eight years old asked.She also has a pair of very smart eyes; I don't know if Bohemia has ever sat on the side of the road and heard stories about evolution when she was a child.

"Ordinary teenagers are heartbroken and regretful. After the attack of the fallen species is over, they sit alone on the cliff, missing the time the girl spent with them."

The suspension bridge in front creaked and slowly moved down the air, pressing towards the road at this end.Batoude glanced in the direction of the old man, hesitant to speak.

"And then?" The little girl was very anxious, and she still didn't forget to express her opinion: "Actually, it's mainly the man who is to blame. You shouldn't have messed with that sea octopus in the first place..."

Lin Sanjiu thought it was a love triangle drama, but it doesn't look like it.

"Under the sadness of the young man, he accidentally slipped and fell to the bottom of the cliff. When the next time the fallen species climbed up from below to attack our Fanjia City, someone discovered that the young man had become the one that the young girl had resisted. One of the fallen species, walking among them..."

Facing the tragedy, the children let out bursts of screams and laughter.

"So this story tells us, don't sit on the edge of the cliff if you have nothing to do." The old man ended with this sentence, just as the suspension bridge was straightened, Lin Sanjiu was a little surprised that he didn't know what to say. He quickly followed the eight-headed German.

"What kind of a story is that," she asked in a low voice, "is it true?"

Batoude looked back, and Lin Sanjiu suddenly stopped speaking.The sunglasses that had half-slid down the bridge of his nose could not hide the serious expression on his face as if soaked in water.

"This story," he whispered, "I heard it for the first time four weeks ago. In the past six weeks, Fanjia City has had 37 more stories, news, and nearly a hundred gossip , all of which I have never heard before. I... don't like it."

Lin Sanjiu looked at his back, and suddenly had a question that he had never thought of before.

What kind of ability does the Eight-Headed Virtue have that Peng Ping will list as the target of the memory dungeon?

　The experience in the author's life, it turns out, will really infiltrate into the writing unconsciously. Lin Sanjiu's movement of bending over and panting for breath is my personal experience, and I realized it only after writing it.I made an outline before, so the next story should go smoothly...

　
(End of this chapter)