Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 779 Shambhala

When the whole theater fell into silence, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes.

It has been a long time since she experienced such a sense of peace and satisfaction after achieving her goal - she turned her head and glanced at Siba'an's profile, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"It is indeed correct to pass it on to you. Fortunately, I know you."

Although she lowered her voice, there was no sound in the theater at this time, only a dead silence; as soon as she spoke, the voice immediately drifted out and fell leisurely into the darkness.The people in the seats downstairs and the boxes next to them turned their heads one after another. In the darkness, their faces were raised towards the place where the two of them were. In silence, they were the only ones with no turbulent expressions, covered by the stage lights. The reflections are bright and dark.

Lin Sanjiu stood up, smiled and waved to everyone.

The people in the theater nodded to her one after another, like a disturbed wave.

"It's a pity that I didn't succeed with Gabigail." She leaned on the fence, looked at the quiet crowd below, and sighed.Then she raised her voice, listening to her own voice echoing in the theater round and round: "Have everyone got it?"

"Yes," the evolutionaries looked at each other, and there were scattered and one after another responses. "I also have..."

Someone raised his voice and asked, "Are you number zero?"

Lin Sanjiu nodded.Her statement made the downstairs gradually quiet again; when the surroundings were quiet, she suddenly heard Teacher Yi's voice looming from the depths of her mind again, like a fly that could not be driven away.

Just when she was upset and hesitant, Sibaan came to her at some point and whispered in her ear: "There are 205 evolutionaries who came to participate in the auction this time. Plus fifty Members of the Security Department of the Arsenal, hosts, and singers, the number of people in the Athens Theater is exactly 260 people."

"A lot," she nodded, distracted by the number from Teacher Yi. "Using it once is enough, or even more than enough. But 260 people can't use it up at once, and the focus must continue to spread."

When she said this, she happened to see a figure who seemed to be Yu Yuan flashing from the passage below and entering the stairs; after a while, he really walked into the box and sat on the sofa that the female singer had sat on. down.

"Let me see," he sat down, reaching for the wine glass on the table.Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth to remind him, but he frowned and looked at it carefully for a while, then put it back hesitantly: "Since there are people in this theater, let those who have counted continue to spread the word." Well, we should move on to the next step."

"That's what we mean too." Sibaan leaned on the railing and asked the theater downstairs without looking back: "Who still has the count?"

There are not a few people who have not used up the number of times. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzzing response from people. Responses such as "I have one more time" and "I have been there three times" blurred into a blur in the air above the theater.

The three looked at each other.

Before they had time to speak, someone downstairs couldn't help but yelled, "What do you have? What are you talking about? Is this an auction session?"

The three of them were startled, and hurriedly stood up and looked down—more than 200 faces turned towards the source of the sound at the same time, and even the spotlight quickly swept across the crowd several times, and finally locked on the person who spoke just now with a white glow. that person.The man jumped up from his seat as soon as the light hit him; covering his eyes with one hand, he shouted loudly, "Move the light away! What are you doing?"

Before he finished drinking, Sibaan blew a whistle.A man sitting next to him suddenly stood up, patted the man on the back, and said with a smile, "Mugol, so you don't know? Why didn't you ask me? Come on, sit down and say..."

The two seemed to know each other more or less, and the one named "Mugor" couldn't help but slack off his shoulders; he just turned around hesitantly, but was caught off guard by his friend - a few seconds later, Muguoer He let him loosen his collar blankly.He looked around, muttered "So that's how it is" in a low voice, and sat back down again with a calm face.

As soon as he took his seat, a sharp half-scream that seemed to slip out of his throat suddenly disappeared from a corner of the crowd, and was cut off again.

"who is it?"

Siba'an immediately leaned out from the fence, "Who made that sound just now? Find it for me!"

Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan looked at each other, and both realized that there are still fish that escaped the net in this theater.That person was hiding in the dark, and now that he has seen their tricks again, it may be difficult to deal with it next.

As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone stood up from their seats, looked left and right, listened, and carefully examined every face around them in the spotlight beams that kept passing through the darkness—the entrance and exit had long been blocked. It was sealed, but everyone searched for a long time, but they still didn't hear the expected "I found it!".

"If that person is also in the seat, how could the people beside him not hear?" Lin Sanjiu murmured. "It can't be such a coincidence that no one around him happens to be..."

"Then the answer is very simple, he is not in the seat." Spa'an looked thoughtfully at the evolutionists walking downstairs, and suddenly smiled: "I probably know where he is."

Apart from the host on stage, there was actually only one type of people who were not in the seats during the auction: the members of the security department responsible for maintaining order in the theater.

Several people discussed in a low voice, made up their minds and went downstairs together; Sibaan ordered his subordinates to turn on all the spotlights in the theatre, and the lights suddenly filled the field of vision, reflecting the surroundings brightly.Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan took over the entrance and exit of the theater respectively, and all the members of the security department were called back and stood in the aisle one by one.

Siba'an walked down the aisle step by step, clapped his palms heavily surrounded by the crowd, and raised his voice: "Everyone here who still has the remaining number of times, please stand in line on the stage!"

The members of the arsenal stood there with their hands folded, silently watching people stand up one after another.

The stage space is actually not big, and it is almost full to accommodate dozens of people.But there was no objection from the crowd, and they walked onto the stage in a very coordinated manner; they were close to each other, trying to make room for the people who came after them, and even if they accidentally bumped into each other, they just reciprocated A gentle and understanding smile.

In this way, there were more than 130 people crowded and crowded on the stage.

After hearing the number reported by his subordinates, Sibaan breathed a sigh of relief.

He loosened the collar with one hand, revealing a line of white snow under the dark blue collar, as if there was an ocean of ice and snow floating in the polar regions. "Everyone," he smiled lightly, his blond hair and white teeth shining brightly under the light, "I want you to know that besides you, some of the fifty subordinates I brought also have There are remaining times."

This sentence is a bit out of date, but when Sibaan speaks, few people will question him or interrupt him.

He glanced at the 80 people who were still sitting in the seats - the female singer looked at him with twinkling eyes in the seat closest to him.He smiled and continued: "But... I think you all know that those of us who have used up the number of times must go. In order to ensure everyone's safety, no matter whether my subordinates still have the number of times on them, I will They all decided to let them set off with us. After we leave, I hope you can also rush back to the central area of ​​Biluo Huangquan as soon as possible, and continue to work hard to complete your mission in a crowded place."

A woman dressed as a girl, but her face looked a bit older, stepped out of the crowd and bowed to everyone in the audience.

"I wish you a safe journey. We will leave soon after completing our mission, and we will meet again then."

Siba'an nodded slowly, his eyes swept over the figures of his subordinates.Every shadow stood upright, looking at the stage motionless, and no one showed any strangeness.He turned his head and told everyone on the stage: "In order to prevent someone from getting in among you, I hope you can confirm each other. Don't worry, people who have been infected will not reduce the frequency of contact with each other."

The method of "mutual confirmation" is very simple: as long as two kisses are made to ensure that everyone has been kissed, it can be guaranteed that everyone who leaves the theater is a "citizen".

More than 130 people crowded the stage and kissed each other regardless of gender-it was a weird scene, to be honest.Lin Sanjiu stood far away at the entrance gate, watching the crowds rushing on the stage, and was a little dazed for a moment: What's wrong?

When each of the more than 130 people has been kissed at least once, they are all "passed". The people who "passed the customs" were very kind, and left the theater quietly and in an orderly manner; when they disappeared from the valley and basin, Sba'an and several members of the security department took the lead to send the rest of the people away. Several teams were formed.

At this time, the method of "mutual confirmation" cannot be used a second time.Under the arrangement of Sba'an and the others, no team can act alone, and no one can escape the sight of others; after he ensured that everyone is under the surveillance of others, nearly a hundred people in this line went to I got into the helicopter and sky train of the arsenal, and set off towards the destination.

"Among these people," Spartan leaned back in his chair, lazily looking at the sky outside the plane window, "there is one...or at least one person who has never been kissed."

The air train is very long, and it is winding forward in the sky like a snake at this moment; amidst the roar of the engine, his voice sounds a bit unclear——Lin Sanjiu glanced up, but happened to see a The arsenal member quickly looked away from his officer.

It was a skinny little boy, probably in his early twenties, and he was really not good-looking; it was very cold in the air train, but he kept flapping his collar, as if he wanted to pour some cool air into his body.

"But it doesn't matter." Sibaan didn't seem to notice anything, just smiled softly: "That's not important anymore... After all, we will reach our destination soon."

The skinny boy was startled and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

As his officer said, it didn't matter now who the one who hadn't been kissed was.Lin Sanjiu smiled slightly, turned his eyes, and happened to collide with a pair of astonishingly emerald green pupils on the opposite side.Under the skylight outside the window, his fluttering fluffy blond hair seemed to be melting into the sun's rays, so dazzling that people could hardly look directly at it.

"Thank you." She nodded to Sparan.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu once again caught Teacher Yi's faint voice, and asked in the back of her mind many times: "Where are you going?"

She was finally able to answer this question.

She tilted her head back deeply, and her lips trembled in a murmur, feeling an answer floating from the depths of her soul.

"Shambhala."

As soon as Lin Sanjiu's voice was as soft as breathing, everyone in the sky train closed their eyes one after another, and repeated like a sigh: "Shambhala."

　How fat four, how fat four, are you mentally handicapped!The author is retarded, so are the readers! ?Can mental retardation be contagious? ?Today’s part of the list of rewards is as long as this, everyone is welcome to watch and criticize and ridicule: those who want to thank are Sba’an Zhenggong, Ayun’s wife, Puppet Master Zhenggong, Kurosawa Jizheng Palace, Qing Jiuliu Zhenggong, and Puppet Master’s wife , The little wife of the puppeteer—I am very worried now, really worried, I feel that Doomsday Paradise will not get better, both the author and the readers are mentally handicapped.It’s okay, there are still some normal people: thank you dad for not asking to go to Sbaan, a tragic mission, king Zhu, leader of the rabbit, Luwei Niannian, Mumbai Fujin, Zike in the cloud, Feng Zhiyun’s distance .

　
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