Doomsday Wonderland

... Lin Sanjiu only realized there was someone on the ground when she jumped into the air.

Five or six minutes ago, when she climbed to the top of the high wall from the outside, the moonlight seemed to be affected by this slight movement in the night, drawing out the dark blue clouds and revealing a faint light. At that time, even though Lin Sanjiu had just climbed a high wall of tens of meters, he did not dare to take a breath, and his whole body was covered by the [Protective Force Field].

Standing on the high wall, she used the dim moonlight to scan the dark and silent night and the silhouettes of high and low buildings in the night.

This branch of the arsenal is smaller than Biluo Huangquan, and the buildings are simple and ordinary. They look like boxes that have been scaled and stretched into shapes of different heights; between the boxes, various pipes are hung one after another. Between the passage and the chimney, there are a few dark lights floating on the windows and iron doors.

Lin Sanjiu put on the breathing mask, opened the oxygen bottle, and carefully removed the [protective stance] from his body. She couldn't feel the "gas cover", and naturally she didn't know where it would start. The sooner she used the oxygen cylinder, the safer it would be. In order to buy enough oxygen cylinders, she bought the [Weaving Mother] was all sold.

She climbed down from the wall while using [Consciousness Scanning] to check the nearby ground back and forth.

Although Lin Sanjiu broke in so easily, the arsenal did not seem to have been harassed or looted much, and it still seemed to be in order. Except for the occasional open door and one or two pieces of garbage, it is as if as soon as the sky breaks, the gears will start to turn, the exhaust smoke will rise into the air, and the staff will come and go in the sound of conversation - there is only the ceiling The thick layer of dust on the door handle confirmed that this was indeed an abandoned site with no one in it.

In [Consciousness Scanning], every check only brought the same result: she was the only one in this place.

Something strange arose in Lin Sanjiu's heart.

In order to save oxygen and strength, when she was halfway up, she saw that the height was almost the same, so she simply loosened her hands and jumped to the ground.

Before her feet even touched the ground, a figure took a step silently from the shadow under the wall - a place she had scanned countless times and knew for sure that there was no one at all.

How did this person escape [Consciousness Scanning]?

In the shock, she didn't even have time to react. Lin Sanjiu twisted around in mid-air and looked at the figure. When the other person stopped, she also landed with a "thud", and [Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude] immediately started. Her palm slipped out, pointed straight at the person, and asked: "Who is it?"

She blinked twice.

At this time, there were only two or three steps left between the two of them, and the silver pointer almost touched the collar of the opponent's shirt. Despite the dim moonlight, she could roughly see the other person's appearance clearly.

Even if Lin Sanjiu guessed a hundred times, she wouldn't have guessed that the person walking out of the empty shadow would be a McDonald's employee.

The "M" on the short-sleeved uniform is undoubtedly McDonald's trademark, and there is a small name tag hanging on the other side. The young man with a broad round face wore a peaked cap on his head and a loose apron. The word "M" was repeatedly reflected in different corners - Lin Sanjiu could almost imagine him filling the paper box under the light. It looks like shoveling French fries.

Now what's going on? Is this person an evolver? Why dress up like this? How did he hide? Why--

Lin Sanjiu hurriedly stopped her smoky thoughts. They quickly mingled together in her mind and turned into one thought: What?

"I'm sorry," the young man with a round face and a look like a good-tempered old dog took a half step back and said, "I, I didn't hear clearly——"

"I asked." No matter how confused Lin Sanjiu was, her wrist was as steady as if it were made of steel. "who are you?"

"Ah?" He was stunned, pointing to his name badge, as if he was unsure of the situation, and said hesitantly: "My name is Oliver... I didn't, didn't hear your order clearly because you were wearing it on your face. ...That." After he finished speaking, he glanced at her breathing mask.

It was Lin Sanjiu's turn to be stunned.

"Fried chicken burger, medium fries, can you take it away?" Oliver asked encouragingly.

Is all this an illusion?

However, a few seconds later, Oliver was still standing in front of her - a man who looked so young that he was working on holiday, wearing a red McDonald's uniform and a red McDonald's hat, with a trained polite expression on his face, standing. Under the shadow of the high wall of the dim arsenal, I waited for her to take the brown paper bag.

Lin Sanjiu didn't even know when the paper bag appeared.

"Tell me," she said through gritted teeth, her voice echoing vaguely in the night sky through the respirator: "Who are you? Why are you here? What is this?"

"The meal you ordered," Oliver glanced at the brown paper bag blankly and said, "I work here... Oh, you also have a medium Coke."

A memory as distant as a lifetime ago came to mind. Lin Sanjiu had forgotten that an unknown number of years ago, before all the high temperatures and corruption had begun, she would always order this set meal when she went to McDonald's occasionally.

She turned around nervously and looked around. The high and low buildings in the arsenal were still as quiet and empty as before.

In fact, it was useless to look; before she jumped down, she not only "looked", but also used all kinds of methods. Didn't she realize that there was still an Oliver standing here? It was as if he suddenly emerged from the air just when Lin Sanjiu was about to fall to the ground.

"Tell me, this is -" Lin Sanjiu stopped talking, thought for a moment, and said half sneer and half anxiously: "I guess it's useless to ask, you'll probably just pretend to be stupid for me."

"Huh?" Oliver moved uneasily. He seemed completely unaware of the pointer that was about to hit her face, and handed her the brown paper bag and the medium Coke - Lin Sanjiu still didn't know when the medium Coke appeared.

"You said you are an employee here," Lin Sanjiu waved his pointer and asked, "Let me ask you, where is McDonald's? Is the place where you are standing now a McDonald's?"

Oliver also looked around, but his expression didn't change much. He didn't speak either, as if nothing was wrong with the environment around him.

"Do you want me to leave the meal here?" he asked as politely as he could.

The puppet master's words "leftovers" echoed in Lin Sanjiu's mind again. She looked down at the paper bag, gritted her teeth and said, "No need, just take it and leave here now."

"Really?" Oliver was surprised, "What about the free meal that new customers can enjoy this month? Are you really-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Sanjiu suddenly stretched out the pointer in his hand, cut through the air and hit his body. As long as she meets him, [Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude] should at least be able to provide her with some clues, at least enough for her to guess Oliver's identity, right?

However, when Yinliang Pointer was about to meet Oliver, even she couldn't explain why - maybe it was all too weird and unreasonable, maybe her subconscious had been trying to analyze the situation at hand, or maybe she felt something strange Liver smiled half politely in his peripheral vision. Lin Sanjiu's heart tightened, and she suddenly shook her wrist and hurriedly turned [Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude] into a card again.

She couldn't touch him. She felt like she couldn't touch him.

The wind stirred up by the pointer scratched across Oliver's face along with the shadow, causing a few strands of hair that fell from the hat to sway slightly.

Lin Sanjiu felt a layer of cold sweat forming on her palms.

…He is a physical person.

"Then I left the things here," Oliver kept a smile on his face, bent down, and placed the brown paper bag and the Coke in the paper cup on the stone tile floor. "If there's nothing else...thank you for your business and welcome to come again next time."

The words "Wait a minute" were stuck in Lin Sanjiu's throat. Before she could shake the words out, Oliver had already taken a step back and disappeared into the shadows under the high wall again.

No matter whether it was a pointer, a flashlight, or "pure touch" and consciousness, no trace of Oliver could be found in the broken shadow - it was like no one had ever appeared.

It would be fine if he was a projection, but Lin Sanjiu clearly saw just now that his hair could be blown by the wind from the outside.

How is this going?

Amidst her breathing trapped by the mask, Lin Sanjiu vaguely heard the brown paper bag rustling slightly in the night wind. Now, it was just her and the paper bag on the ground.

She pondered over whether to open it or not for a long time. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net hesitated and thought for a long time. Finally, she turned around and walked away, quickened her pace, and quickly ducked into an alley.

She touched a pebble from the ground, pointed it at the paper bag in the distance, stretched out her finger and flicked it. It took almost no effort on her part, but the paper bag suddenly splashed around like it was hit by a cannonball. On the wall behind - lettuce, crumbled bread, mayonnaise and shredded paper were scattered out, as if there was a rain of French fries.

Lin Sanjiu was stunned again.

This time, she was not stunned because Oliver really gave her a bag of McDonald's; she was stunned because a hand grasped her shoulder at some point, a familiar voice that she thought she would never hear again in her dreams. The voice was low in her ear, calling her vaguely: "...Xiaojiu."

She turned her head slowly.

A large, dark mouth stretched almost out of shape, squeezing Ren Nan's face into the edge of his head. The silver saliva was like a sling of thread, hitting her shoulder with a ticking sound.

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