Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1977 Please Don't Worry About Unemployment in Doomsday

Night Breeze hadn't shown his face for a long time.

Sparse and loose clouds, like thin cotton torn apart by thin hands, are lazily thrown into the dark sky.Neither the cloud nor the moon was breathless tonight; they were not interested in the figure running all the way on the ground. The other side of the earth.

Lin Sanjiu quickly turned into a smaller and smaller figure, and finally disappeared from the distant land.

After she left, the arsenal under the night fell into a freeze again.The wind stopped, there were no footsteps, and the shadow was pressed to the ground by silence, as if the entire arsenal had been forgotten by time.

I don't know how long it has passed, from the solidified shadows, there is finally movement slowly - in the empty and wide backyard of the arsenal, one deep black shadow after another is quietly coming from The ground rises into the night sky; when the sound of the movement in the depths of the earth stops, they also stop, glowing slightly under the pale moon.

The thin metal platform that once surrounded Fanhe slid a gap from the center; the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and when they were fully opened, Fanhe, who was redisplayed in the world, also opened his eyes slightly.

She first listened to the movement for a while, then raised a hand.

After several minutes, Fanhe nodded and withdrew his hand, and [Spirit of All Things] went dark.She walked out of the thin metal platform, every step seemed to step into the darkness, and her voice was swallowed up; along the way, Fanhe didn't even look at the smashed walls and kicked down doors, and didn't make any detours , Straight to the door of the recording room of the "Bi Luo Huang Quan Branch".

Fanhe kicked the open door with his toe, and the three-dimensional image of the Biluohuangquan branch that was copied and shrunk behind the door was revealed in front of her eyes.

Lin Sanjiu did not destroy anything here... After she left, everything returned to the normal state of the recording room.The tall and low buildings are no higher than the knees; among the streets and alleys formed by light and shadow, various golden names are projected into the air from the heads of various villains.

Fanhe walked into the three-dimensional image, walked past the villain with the name "Spa'an" without turning his eyes, and stopped in front of the villain of "Li Wen Su Jiang".

She and the small figure formed by the light and shadow met her eyes for a while.

"I know, I haven't been here for a long time," Fanhe looked at the names in the sky with a calm and indifferent tone. "Actually, I'm not here this time mainly to see you."

"Li Wen Su Jiang" four small pale gold characters floated motionless.

"But you don't mind," she whispered, "you're dead."

Fanhe stopped, and the room was silent for a while.She looked down at the villain of light and shadow who was supposed to represent Li Wen Sujiang, shook her head, and said, "No matter how I adjust it, it's hard to show the characteristics of real people in detail... If it weren't for the photos in your file, I wouldn't Almost forgot what you looked like."

She thought for a while, and then added: "If I had seen your corpse back then, maybe I could remember it better now. But your corpse has also been recycled and destroyed, and your parts have been put back into use..."

Fanhe searched in his pocket, and found a small piece of bright yellow petals.

"I knew I was going to come here before, so I picked a wild flower petal on the way." She bent down and placed the petal in front of the villain in Li Wenzujiang, and said, "The prototype has no grave...I'm not a grave sweeper."

When she turned to leave, she looked back and picked up a corner of the robe, not letting the wind blowing away the petals.

Fanhe stopped next to the villain "Spa'an".

"Name, Fanhe," her voice didn't change much, but it seemed that the vibration frequency of the vocal cords was different when she spoke, and it sounded almost like the sound of a machine running, "Number M02, the fifth generation..."

The line of small characters "Spa An" suddenly flashed lightly, and then a small arsenal icon floated up.

Fanhe spread out a white palm forward, but did not reach out to touch it, and only whispered: "Call out the operator's biological imprint left by the interaction of this entry last time, and transfer it to me. .”

Something flickered on the word "Spa'an"; Fanhe waited quietly, and as soon as the transfer process was over, she immediately folded her palms and closed her eyes.

"As expected, it was the state of mind after the contact... Sure enough, I didn't hold back, and clicked on the name of Siba'an." She whispered, "Yes, the biological imprint is very clear and strong... Then, you go now where?"

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Lin Sanjiu, who was being pursued by others, honestly returned to the world of the city hall without any use of imagination.

When she came out of the arsenal, most of the night had already passed; by the time she returned to the square in front of the city hall after the exhausting journey, the bright sunlight had already gathered all the flood service providers.

The sheds lined up, the tables and chairs spread out, people coming and going, the sound of bargaining... Lin Sanjiu, who has been tossing all night without rest, walks among the bustling crowd under the sun, feeling like a floating ghost.

She glanced at [eBay] and saw that the puppeteer hadn't responded yet, so she suppressed a yawn and put it away again.I don't know what's going on with the puppeteer, whether it's dangerous or not; but before getting in touch, she can't just wait around doing nothing, and just take advantage of the fact that the puppet master is not around and it's more convenient to move, holding her heart The problem is back.

"pig?"

A big flood service provider who was caught by her for questioning looked stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why someone would ask him about the whereabouts of a pig—it wasn't until a few seconds later that he suddenly realized: "Oh, what you said is That kind of pig-shaped degenerate!"

"That's right," Lin Sanjiu nodded quickly, and said, "I also searched around the city hall building and the square, but I didn't see it anywhere... When I came last time, I saw it all at once. It's two ends."

"I really didn't notice it. If you say it this way, they are indeed not here today." The big flood service provider with a mustache sat on the small stool, probably because there was no business coming to the door for the time being anyway, but he was willing to spend more time. The last few words: "Why are you looking for a pig-shaped degenerate?"

Lin Sanjiu thought for a long time, and finally decided to tell the truth: "The pig I saw last time said that it hoped that the doomsday world of the city hall would come back to life and become a real little doomsday..."

"Ha," Unexpectedly, Mustache laughed and said, "So it's this one? We've all heard of it a little bit, and we don't know what kind of dreams they have. Corrupted species are corrupted species, and they can't be changed to eat—that's what."

Probably because of his loud voice, a stall owner next to him heard him, and he leaned over to join the conversation, and said to Lin Sanjiu, "You are looking for a pig-shaped degenerate, today is not the right time."

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

"I've heard that those pigs have work to do." The stall owner seemed to be idle, and he was very active in gossiping, saying, "Although they look like pigs, they also have needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation." , There are not many places where money and supplies should be used. Once, a pig came to me to buy something, and I was curious, so I asked, how did the money come from..."

"Could it be earned by work?" Mustache is very interested, "But what kind of work can they do? Who will deal with fallen species?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if I did something like killing people and stealing goods." Seeing that the two of them were focusing on him, the stall owner became more interested, and said, "Maybe I didn't hide this thought in my heart, and let the other side The pig can see it. It seems to like to let others know that it is wrong, and it enjoys the way others are deflated...Anyway, guess what it said to me?"

Even Lin Sanjiu couldn't help leaning over.

"It said that basically all the pig-type degenerates are in the same place and do the same job. It said that the organization they work in is very strict, and that the scale is not small, and the pay is good...there are even rest days. The stall owner waved his hand in the direction of the square and said, "They like the city hall world the most. When there are no pigs here, it means they are all at work."

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word—it's the end of the world, pig, no, pig-shaped degenerate, still going to work?

　I had a great time outlining!Basically, there are still two or three scattered threads, which have not yet been compiled into the overall top view, and there are still some details that need to be sorted out. Besides, there is an outline almost all the way to the end.

The notebook for writing the outline is twice as thick as when it was new, and it feels satisfying to turn it over...

　
(End of this chapter)