Doomsday Wonderland

The young man with fleshy cheeks, his face turning pale and red, wrapped himself tightly in sheets, and was speechless for a long time in the dark night. The wind was strong at night, blowing the sheets on his body billowing, revealing a pair of hairy calves and two bare feet on the ground from time to time.

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and looked at the cards in his hand one by one for a while.

To her surprise, apart from clothes, shoes and some cards turned from miscellaneous items, there were not many truly special items at all. In fact, there are only three: one is called [Finger Type Explosive Gun], which should be a weapon used in daily battles; the other is [Emergency Evacuation Permit], which has a certain probability of triggering "Evacuation Permit" in the event of a sudden crisis. ” mechanism, creating an opportunity for the owner to breathe and react. Obviously, this item failed to take effect just now, so Lin Sanjiu succeeded with one blow.

The last one left is her target: [Message Relay Station].

[Message Relay Station] Although it has a unique name, it is actually nothing more than a communication tool with positioning function, which is similar to the function of a satellite phone. Before Lin Sanjiu unblocked it, she paused and suddenly asked on a whim: "How can a person like you who specializes in robberies dare to go out with only such a few things on you?"

The young man lowered his face, his cheeks were so full that he seemed to have his mouth full.

"It doesn't cost much," he muttered. "It's easy to use. Why bring so much? I'm not dead even if I don't have many things. Some people have so many things that they don't even know how to use them one by one." It might get people killed, I think it would be better to be simple like me."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at him.

"Don't you have any belongings?"

The young man seemed to have been stabbed, but when he raised his head, he opened his mouth and said nothing; after a while, he just nodded silently.

"Why? You specialize in robbing others, why are you so poor?"

"Robbing... no, if you redistribute it, you won't necessarily have money. Who among the rich would do this?" The young man answered the question, and seemed to have a faint anger, "Why do you care about this?"

"You're right, why do I care about this."

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the stack of cards in her hand. Before she could figure out what to do with them, she heard the young man speak again. His tone was very aggressive, every word was like a small bullet, as if he suddenly forgot that he was in the hands of others: "You can take it all if you want! If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?" I shot too many eagles, but I caught them in my mouth... Anyway, that's all I have, so do whatever you want!"

Lin Sanjiu snorted from her nose and didn't respond to him with a word. She just unblocked the [Message Relay Station].

There is no communication device that lives up to its name and looks the same. A long antenna stretches out from the edge of this rectangular metal machine. The buttons and screen are neatly arranged, so that no one will misunderstand its function at a glance.

"Come on," she pushed the machine and raised her chin towards the young man. "Contact your colleagues. Tell them that after you fought with me, you let me run away. You are now injured and need them to come and rescue you."

He pursed his lips so tightly that they seemed to have almost disappeared from his face.

"I think I can save you those clichés that threaten you." Lin Sanjiu said softly, "I think you must know as well as I do what methods can be used in times like this."

The young man's fleshy cheeks trembled slightly, as if her words really aroused some imagination; he glanced at her quietly, and after a while, he somehow convinced himself, and finally looked at her from between the sheets. The communicator held out his hand.

"Oh, you can put this on." Lin Sanjiu threw his ordinary jacket over, "I won't give you the pants. You still hold the sheets in one hand, which makes me feel more at ease."

He hurriedly put on his clothes, sat on the ground, and turned up the screen on the communicator; a rectangular blue light slowly lit up in the night. The monotonous sound of "beep - beep -" rippled round and round in the cool night air. It rang for a while, but no one responded.

The young man looked nervous and called again.

As if the communicator was testing him, it still repeated the same sound over and over again, still showing no intention of being picked up. The young man couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Lin Sanjiu: "I suspect-"

"who is it?"

Almost at the same time, a male voice suddenly sounded from the communicator. The young man was stunned, hurriedly stopped talking, and replied in a somewhat hasty and embarrassed manner: "It's me, I'm Woyu."

"Woyu?" The male voice on the other end seemed surprised and raised his voice: "Are you okay? Who were you talking to just now?"

"Huh? What?" When Woyu was being questioned, he seemed to subconsciously pretend not to hear clearly. After the other party repeated the question, he finally stopped panicking and replied calmly: "Oh, no, I was talking to myself. I thought something happened to you over there."

"No -" the male voice paused and asked, "What's going on? Xiao Qingmos said you didn't come back with him. What happened?"

The young man who looked like a fat squirrel turned his head and looked. On his shoulder, there was always one of Lin Sanjiu's hands.

"We were discovered by the target, did Xiao Qingmosi tell you? Oh, he has already said it... That's it, I fell off the plane when I was fighting with the target, and the plane took off when I was about to rush back... Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I wasn’t caught, although I was injured, I still escaped.”

When he said this, his eyes were wandering around.

"Are you injured?" The person on the other end of the communicator became concerned, "Is it serious?"

Woyu's eyes paused at one point, obviously feeling ashamed. His face, which was illuminated by the blue light, could also be vaguely seen to be pink; Lin Sanjiu put a little more strength on her hands and pressed his bones until they creaked, and he coughed reluctantly. There was a sound.

"It's not serious, but I can't go back." Woyu said with a stiff face - fortunately, the person on the other end of the communicator couldn't see him. "I... my legs and feet are injured, and I am hiding in the woods." He followed what Lin Sanjiu taught him just now, with a bit of reluctance in his tone, and his voice gradually became lower: "I, I... I'm worried that the target may be there at any time. Will get it back."

"Understood," the person on the other end replied immediately, "stay where you are and turn on the communication positioning. We will pick you up right now."

Woyu probably didn't expect him to be so happy, and was stunned for a moment; he stared at the blue light screen for half a second, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly called out: "Handa, you--"

With a "pop" sound, Lin Sanjiu had already put on the communicator.

She pressed her hand on the metal fuselage and was silent for a while. Then she turned her head and glanced at Woyu - only half a minute of conversation had already made his face red with sweat. It was obviously his first time doing this and he looked very uncomfortable.

"The people on your committee are all mentally ill," Lin Sanjiu cursed softly, picked up the communicator, and motioned for him to stand up and follow her. "You should be lucky. I never want to argue with fools."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly felt familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that these words were said to her by the puppet master before.

Woyu said "Ah" in confusion, picked up the sheets, and hurriedly followed: "Um, what do you mean..."

Lin Sanjiu ignored him and quickened her pace angrily, striding towards the woods: "Hurry up!"

In the woods where the camouflage barrier was spread out, she chose a slope with high terrain and good visibility, and told Woyu to turn on the positioning of the communicator. Looking down the slope from this position, you can just use [Consciousness Scanning] to cover a very vast wasteland; no matter which direction Woyu's friends come from, as long as they want to approach this hillside, they will definitely appear in front of her first. within the scanning range.

She tied the lying fish to a tree, sat under the tree and waited quietly. Those "committees" of the Anti-Inflation Association, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Even if we temporarily rent a plane from the night travel girl, it will take several hours to fly over; she leans on the trunk of the tree and walks through the gaps between the branches and leaves. Watching the moon gradually move down the dome, the night gradually darkens.

The darkness before dawn is not just a metaphor: this period of night is so dark that it seems as if it has been pulled out of the world and sunk deep into the ground. The moonlight and starlight were muted, and the night wind blew away the glimmer of light between the sky and the earth, filling people's vision with darkness.

Woyu seemed to recognize appointments very quickly. In this situation where he was unable to change the situation, he simply fell asleep against the tree, snoring lightly for more than an hour. Lin Sanjiu had been sitting there bored for such a long time, and he had long forgotten this lunatic in his heart. The committee was scolded back and forth numerous times.

"What are you going to do when they fall into your hands?" Teacher Yi asked.

"Teach them a lesson," Lin Sanjiu was a little undecided. "At least make sure they don't dare to bother me again in the future."

Teacher Yi was silent for a while.

Just when Lin Sanjiu thought she had thought of a way, Teacher Yi suddenly gave a gentle reminder: "It seems like someone is coming."

"Are they those committee members?"

Lin Sanjiu straightened up suddenly, and the blood all over her body suddenly came to life. But when she looked closely, she didn't find any figure in her scanning range.

A warm and cool wind blew on the dark ground; after turning on Pure Touch and feeling it quietly for a while, she slowly got up without waking up Woyu. She placed the communicator at the young man's feet and quietly walked behind a bush.

Her [Consciousness Scanning] did not catch any traces of the other party, indicating that the other party was well prepared - they were already prepared to hide their tracks and fight.

It seems that Woyu showed his weakness just now.