Doomsday Wonderland

Following the staff member in the black jumpsuit, Lin Sanjiu walked slowly through the crowded Muyu Forum. 【】 Huge transparent plastic tubes stretch down from the ceiling in rows. The diameter of the opening is about one meter wide, and the height is as high as a person’s chest and abdomen. From time to time, you can see a few idle people squatting in the transparent plastic tubes with their arms folded. I don't know what they are doing next to me.

Before she could decide whether to ask the staff, her doubts were answered: after turning a corner and walking into a small hall, a transparent plastic pipe embedded in the corner of the ceiling suddenly appeared. The ground buzzed, and a strong whirling sound of air flow suddenly sounded in the tube. Someone shouted "Oops, give up!" from a distance; then a woman in a bathrobe hurriedly pushed through the crowd and rushed over. Despite countless complaints and scolds, she threw herself at a transparent plastic pipe.

As soon as she came closer, a two-year-old child was sprayed out of the plastic tube with a burst of air. The young mother in a bathrobe hugged the little boy and assured him, "I will never have to pick you up like this again." She patted his back and disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the plastic tube for two seconds, then quickly turned to follow the staff who were walking in front; along the way, she also saw someone receiving sweet bread, condoms and a piece of cake from the plastic tube. A large piece of glue with no idea of ​​what it is used for - obviously, after a part of the transaction is successful, you can immediately wait next to the tube to get something.

When they walked down to the second floor, all the public plastic pipes hanging from the ceiling were gone. The second floor below is filled with small space capsule-shaped compartments, each of which is connected to an independent pipe for transporting items; if the first floor below the Muyu Forum is like a casino, like an electronic arcade, or like It's an underground market, but if it doesn't look like an information trading place, then this level is finally starting to look a bit like it.

"You pick one," the staff member wearing a black jumpsuit stopped and said dejectedly: "Each cabin is fifty dragons per hour."

There was no thick smoke in the air, and the light on the second floor was much clearer. Sewn on the clothes on his chest were words so small that they were almost legible: "Giggles sincerely serve you."

His name itself seems like a prank.

"I only have red crystals." Lin Sanjiu simply didn't know what expression to make. He quickly turned his eyes away and only looked at the single-person operation cabin next to him.

The length of the cabin is about the same as a single bed, and it looks like an oval metal cocoon except for a transmission pipe connected to it. Occasionally, someone in the distance gently knocked on the door of the metal cocoon and handed in a tray with drinks. The few scattered conversations that came were also muffled; through the thin ceiling above her head, she could still vaguely Hear the noise and footsteps coming from the negative level.

"That's fifty Zhongjing, plus a ten percent exchange fee. The operation guidance fee is twenty five."

Lin Sanjiu took out her schoolbag and just took out a few red crystals. "Giggle" suddenly sighed deeply, and even her shoulders gradually slumped. He lowered his eyelids and said feebly: "Put it in the tube, or give it to me."

The small bag of red crystals was swept away by a current of air, and in the blink of an eye it penetrated into the deep hole at one end of the pipe; two minutes later, a "ding" sounded from the round surface of the metal cocoon, A lock popped open.

"These are for you." After paying the fee, she still put a few medium crystals into his hand. She just wanted to see if this person was happy. Anyway, now she has money - "hard work money."

The man's expression when he received the red crystal was as if he had just received a memorial ceremony.

In the operating cabin was an old leather recliner, which seemed to have been recycled somewhere, because Lin Sanjiu also saw a row of small words under the seat cushion: "Green Forest Human Comfort Management Center." After opening the operation screen, the system of Muyu Forum spun sluggishly, as if every page turn was an excessive load on it.

Under the guidance of the male staff member, she got used to the old system for a while, and soon became familiar with it - apart from being a little clumsy, it was not much different from the Red Nautilus.

"When you start using the Muyu Forum, you are deemed to have agreed to the following terms." He seemed less angry with every word he spoke: "You are not allowed to publish content related to prohibited information, and you are not allowed to refuse necessary sensitive content review... "

Lin Sanjiu listened absently for a while, until she felt that he sounded like a big fly, and finally couldn't help but interrupt him: "I agree, everyone agrees. Thank you for your help, I can do it."

However, "Giggle" did not leave, and squatted down next to the narrow gap beside the leather reclining chair.

"I collected the money for an hour," he said with drooped eyelids. "It's not time. Besides, what if you call me again later? It's too tiring to walk back and forth. You do your thing, even if you put *** I’m not interested in watching either.”

When these words came out of his mouth, they were extremely believable.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the screen in front of him and swallowed the question "Can it still hold **?" She found the "Craglish" message menu and found that the number of sub-categories in Biluo Huangquan far exceeded that of Red Nautilus, reaching an astonishing more than 1,200 categories; the category list was even more bizarre and everything-"Revenge and Recapture" ", "Detective investigation", "Family care", "Hunting for family care", "Reproduction and breeding of living and non-living animals", "Trust building"...

She was dazzled, and for a while she didn't know where to announce the news. She couldn't help but look back at the lifeless staff.

"Giggle" pretended not to notice, his face slumped in a daze; Lin Sanjiu stared at him for five or six seconds, then he sighed as if resigned to his fate, and asked slowly: "You want to announce what news?"

"I want to publish a piece of news specifically for the visa officers." She thought as she watched the category names roll past one after another in front of her eyes: "I want to pay them to keep an eye on the whereabouts of a few friends for me. If If you meet them in any other world, issue a visa to them and bring them back to the Twelve Worlds; I will pay for the visa fees afterwards."

She doubted that even if she claimed that she was going to blow up the Muyu Forum right away, it would not cause a single ripple on the man's face; "Giggle" raised his head lifelessly and said, "You open the wanted reward."

Although the name of this category was very murderous, under his guidance, Lin Sanjiu saw an entry for "Missing Persons and Special Missing Persons".

In each message asking for ten Zhongjing, only one description of the target person can be put; and all the missing person information must be placed in the "Visa Officer Special Message" column asking for Fifty Zhongjing. It wasn't until she had to spend a sum of money on each one that she realized she had a lot of friends.

Lin Sanjiu decided to start from the friends who separated at the end and go all the way back; only the puppet master could be eliminated - bringing him back to him was like actively inviting a wolf into his home. Thinking about it, it makes people feel... Not very wise. While typing in the message of Fat White Polva, she asked: "Is your name really Gixiao?"

"Of course not, that's the nickname they gave me."

"What's your real name?" She quickly completed Polva's message and entered the word "Muxin".

"Ryuji."

"Hey, I have a number in my name too. Why did they give you such a nickname?"

The man paused and asked, "How about I return the money to you and we don't chat, okay?"

"I just wonder why you are so depressed." Lin Sanjiu said without looking back and opened the third item.

Long Er sighed longly: "I wonder why you are not depressed."

Although every word he spoke was feeble, as if he wished he could faint immediately, Lin Sanjiu kept talking to him, and he answered every word. After she finally described and registered the friends she met during the extreme temperature hell, Long Er's face turned gray-green.

She finally wrote this paragraph in the reward information: "Whether it is red crystals, materials, assets of the Twelve Realms, or special items, as long as one of them can be brought back to the Twelve Realms properly, you can choose a generous sum of money at will." In return. If there are any special and rare requirements, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net I can try my best to satisfy them."

A schoolbag that had just been filled with red crystals was empty in the blink of an eye.

After the news was released, Lin Sanjiu only had to wait in the Twelve Worlds for the visa officer to contact her. Even if there was a request that she really couldn't handle, she could still contact the gift package for help - but it was best for her to use this trick as little as possible.

"It's so frustrating to meet you," she said, feeling happy after finishing a top priority, and even joked with Long Er; but of course the other party didn't think she was funny at all. "Then I'm leaving. See you next time!"

Long Er still had a dark expression on his face as he watched her go upstairs. There was still some time left for the operation cabin to be used. He slowly sat down on the leather reclining chair, holding his chin with his hands, and stared blankly for a while - until the use time was over, and he didn't know how long it took, and the screen appeared on the screen. There was a sudden "ding" sound, and he slowly turned his head.

There was obviously no one operating it, but the screen suddenly lit up. The dozens of messages that Lin Sanjiu had spent more than an hour writing were now reappearing on the screen one by one, as if they were lining up to be scrutinized; Long Er raised his eyelids and looked at them for a while, finally feeling clear on his face There was a bit of surprise: under his gaze, four messages disappeared. Who knew who had completely deleted them from the "Visa Officer Special Messages" channel.