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Doomsday Paradise 718 Lin Sanjiu’s Shopping Day (1)

718 Lin Sanjiu’s Shopping Day (1)

718 Lin Sanjiu’s Shopping Day (1)

718 Lin Sanjiu’s Shopping Day (1)

Lying on a soft goose-feather cushion, Lin Sanjiu lifted up her long legs and placed her feet against the ceiling. She has been staying at the "Bereaved Dog" hotel for two or three days, but even the largest room in the owner's room is still only half a person tall.

She drew a red circle on the map in the sign-in booklet with a pen, then looked at the location of the hotel, and a zigzag line connected the two.

"BLACK'SMARKET/Black Market," a small handwritten paragraph under the map introduces, "Also known as 'Black Market' - this may be the only black market in the world with an actual specific location! It covers a vast area and has a large flow of people. There are five exits in total, and there is a check-in point next to exits B and D. There is also a check-in point next to the stall selling 'fried milk buns and degenerate slices' in the center of the market. The greater the flow of people, the easier it is to find the check-in point. , because few people set foot within the two to three meters radius of the sign-in point, forming a vacuum among the crowd. So if you go to the vacuum zone, you can usually sign in smoothly. For the appearance of the sign-in point, please turn to the next page."

In the past two days, Lin Sanjiu walked along the alley at the back door of the hotel every morning, walked to the red bricks at the entrance, patted the red bricks before leaving. She never saw the mop cloth, as if she had gone to stay somewhere else - maybe he knew very well that Lin Sanjiu would not just watch another evolver step into the instance and become a fat sheep.

But if you go to Black Market, you can no longer sign in at the hotel door.

"Want to go out?"

When Lin Sanjiu closed the door, Lida happened to rush over from the other side of the corridor; she stopped, and the numerous gold rings, sequins, and elephant decorations on her body jingled for a while. "Don't forget to sign in!"

Lida seemed to feel a little sorry for her accidentally stepping into the copy, and would give her instructions every time they met.

"I understand," Lin Sanjiu walked toward the back door with her, "I won't be back tonight. I want to go visit Black Market."

"'The only thing you won't find here," Leda nodded, "is lack itself.'"

"What?"

"The advertisement at the entrance of the black market. When I could still hire help, I used to go there to buy things... Do you only stay there for one night?"

"It depends on the situation," Lin Sanjiu stepped out, "Anyway, I've already found a check-in point."

"I'll try to keep your room for you." After Lida finished speaking, she swept away like a gust of wind. There are all kinds of chores in the Lost Dog Hotel every day, and the boss seems to have no time to spare.

There are many kinds of transportation tools in Biluo Huangquan. If the passenger's height and weight are below a certain value, he can choose to get into a plastic tube, be swept away by the airflow, and thrown to the destination; this is the cheapest way. The most expensive way is said to be to buy a "Sky Spider" the size of a spaceship, and play a magnificent symphony on it, slowly across the surface of the planet.

Someone who would do such a thing might not be able to let go of his ego in the world.

After signing in, Lin Sanjiu bought a long-distance bus ticket.

She thought she had chosen the most boring means of transportation until the bus she was riding suddenly broke down halfway under the sea. All the passengers had to take out their diving suits and oxygen bottles from under their seats—yes, she had to buy some oxygen bottles on the black market this time—opened the door fully armed and walked into the dark seabed.

More than twenty evolvers pushed an old and disrepaired amphibious bus and walked for more than ten nautical miles before finally meeting the second bus that came to pick them up. Lin Sanjiu spent a lot of money to push the car underwater for most of the day. When she got off at Black Market Station, it was already half dark, and even the bones were sour and cold.

The number of evolvers passing by her gradually increased, like a group of salmon about to return against the current, gathering into a dense mass in the distance of the field of vision. Lin Sanjiu followed the flow of people for a while, and the night quickly shrouded it. As soon as it touched the earth, it was cut into countless shimmering and light fragments by the colorful flow of colors.

Although Black Market is called "the market", judging from the map, it actually occupies an area the size of a city. The grand gate tower at the entrance cuts off the direction of several streets; steel glass and iron-gray brackets are entangled, and a faint white light flows between each geometric intersection, lighting up a one-meter-high The "C" letter.

Together with a hundred strangers, Lin Sanjiu completed the disinfection process of medicinal bath and red light; with the faint medicinal smell that she had become familiar with, she was swept up by the crowd and pushed into Black Market.

Dots of light like broken stars fell down from nowhere, as if someone had knocked over a plate of snow-white diamonds in the dark blue night sky; the light slowly flowed, stirring up and down breathing like ocean waves under the moon, forming a line of words: "The only thing you won't find here is lack itself. BLACK'SMARKET."

Under this dream-like starry sky, evolvers often have their shoes stepped off by others because they are too dazzled to see.

The bus that was originally expected to arrive at noon was delayed until late in taking the passengers to their destination, which had already disrupted Lin Sanjiu's plan. She spent five small red crystals to buy a black market map, and had no time to look at anything else. She clicked on the map to find out. I walked all the way towards the central check-in point of the market.

The check-in point is in 1A of the Central District, right at the intersection of four streets, a "meter"-shaped heart intersection. After nightfall, the black market seemed to bloom with a dazzling vitality like gems; shops, tents, vendors, curtained corridors, single houses shaped like bamboo forests... one after another crowded the space outside the sidewalk.

The eyes of people walking on the street shone brightly under various lights; the heat of body temperature, food steam, and lights made everyone's face turn red and sweaty. As Lin Sanjiu walked, she suddenly realized that the scene around her had not changed for a while. When she looked down, she realized that her feet had stopped at some point, and only her mind was still moving. In fact, she was gathered in front of a small spherical tent with several evolutionaries. A woman wearing a black veil was sitting inside, drinking water to moisten her throat after singing a song just now.

Two male evolvers got into an argument in front of the tent. One believed that it was natural for both of you and me to agree that the woman in black gauze would sell her songs and he would spend money to sing. The other protested that this kind of siren-like singing voice not only greatly affects the traffic, but also affects the traffic. And it also wastes other people's time - it is said that because he is not familiar with the road, he has been attracted by the woman in black veil three times.

"Thanks to me," Teacher Yi said, taking credit. "You see, the others haven't reacted yet."

While the two people were arguing, Lin Sanjiu quickly covered her ears and walked away in three steps at a time.

Not only were there shops selling skills and goods, there were even shops selling laughter. When she first discovered the shop, she almost suspected it was a prank.

"Smile," the shopkeeper, a lazy fat man, greeted as he waved his fan: "One of the twenty dragons."

His face was covered with stubble and oily sweat; if it were his own smile, it would probably not be worth a red crystal. However, Lin Sanjiu walked in anyway and asked doubtfully: "What is laughter? How to sell it?"

"It's an emotion that makes people laugh involuntarily." Fatty, the store owner, took out a small jelly-like plastic box. "It can last for several hours. It's very cost-effective. I think you need it very much. Look at the vicissitudes of life.”

Although they opened a shop in the black market, most of these evolvers were not professional businessmen, so they were not very sweet. Lin Sanjiu thought about whether he should go for skin care and smiled while buying some.

"I recycled the box! It can be redeemed for money!" When she went out, the fat man told her.

The mop cloth has a low sense of morality, but the brochure is written with great care; just like the description in the brochure, the crowd gradually thinned out in the center of the street - like particles being repelled by some kind of force field, people stopped one after another. They stepped forward, changed direction, and stepped out of the way before crossing the road, leaving a clear space in front of them. Lin Sanjiu took out the sign-in book, checked it, and strode into the empty vacuum.

A half-section of a telegraph pole from before the apocalypse that is now abandoned has a line of small words "Sign in here" as expected. Occasionally, one or two evolvers would come over and pat the telephone poles. When their eyes met hers, both of them looked like "So you are too".

After finding the sign-in area, Lin Sanjiu felt relieved. She strolled over to the shop with the sign "Fried Milk Buns and Sliced ​​Degenerate Seeds". Several white and tender, tofu-like small round pieces on the iron plate were "sizzling" under the high temperature, giving off a strong smell. The sweetness of milk is so rich that you can almost taste it on your tongue.

This should be fried milk buns. She looked around and was a little lucky that she didn't see slices of fallen species on the iron plate.

The woman wearing a mask obviously misunderstood her gaze: "Sorry, the slices are sold out."

Are there really people who eat fallen seeds?

"It's okay," Lin Sanjiu resisted the waves of milk aroma with willpower, "I want to ask, where can I buy a house?"

"house?"

"I have a few friends who want to settle in the Twelve Realms," she said happily and explained a little more, "I need to buy a few more houses... They should be sold on the black market, right?"

The woman wearing a mask put down her shovel, glanced at the telephone pole next to the store, and then at Lin Sanjiu.

"Is it your first time coming to Biluo Huangquan?"

"right."

"You need to hire a guide," she said, turning off the heating under the iron plate. "He will be responsible for running errands, leading the way, finding people, and pricing... When buying things, a guide can be of great help. It is much better for you to do things by yourself. "

Lin Sanjiu thought what she said made sense: "Where can I hire someone?"

"You hire me," she looked down at the iron plate and a few milk buns. "The boss is not here today. I am responsible for closing the store. I can close the store earlier. If you hire me, these fried milk buns will be given to you. eat."

Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and asked, "How long have you been working here?"

The woman wearing the mask replied: "Five years."

She may mean five years on and off - after all, you have to change places every 14 months.

"Don't worry," the woman wearing a mask glanced at her, "I often work as a guide for people in private to earn some private money. UU Reading www.uukｎｓｈｔｔ Everyone around here knows me, I am very reliable, you can Go and ask around.”

Lin Sanjiu's interest was piqued, and he chatted with her for a while longer, asking a lot of questions; she answered fluently, had a natural attitude, and seemed to be very familiar with the situation in the black market. After the two of them had reached an agreement, she turned around and found a paper box, quickly put a few milk bags into it, and handed it over: "Here."

However, Lin Sanjiu's expression changed and he stared at her. Not only did he not take the carton, but a silver pointer quietly appeared in his hand.

The woman wearing the mask didn't look too surprised.

"When you turned around just now," Lin Sanjiu glanced over her body and asked in a low voice, "I saw the corners of your mouth from the edge of the mask. Tell me, why are the corners of your mouth close to the base of your ears?"

"Because I'm a slit girl."

The woman wearing a mask replied calmly: "Or I should say, this is a nickname people give us after seeing our type of degenerate species."

"Are you a - a degenerate?" Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised her voice and subconsciously glanced at the passers-by with her peripheral vision; the crowds were crowded and flowing past her, and no one stopped for it.

"My name is Layla," the fallen female with a cracked mouth pointed at the sign: "What's so weird? Isn't it written on the sign?"

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the "fried milk buns and slices of fallen species" and then at Layla: "Slices of fallen species mean, doesn't it mean slices of fallen species?"

"It's sliced ​​by a degenerate," she shrugged. "It's also sliced ​​by a degenerate like us. It's very popular, and it's a long-established store."

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718 Lin Sanjiu’s Shopping Day (1)