While pretending to concentrate on looking at the map, Lin Sanjiu's mind had long wandered to where she was. It felt as if someone else was walking beside her; she had seen the world through Wu Yiliu's eyes and struggled with his hands.
After saving his fate, when the heavy rain hit him, she was shivering with cold. But to Wu Yiliu, she was just a stranger without warmth.
She was so in a trance that once, when the wind messed up Wu Yiliu's hair, she almost reached out to help him push it away.
Although Lin Sanjiu restrained her impulse in time, Wu Yiliu seemed to have noticed something strange, and while remaining polite and decent, he looked at her inquiringly.
"You look a bit like a friend I used to know," Lin Sanjiu explained with a natural smile, knowing that she could never make him suspicious.
"Maybe people with ordinary looks are more alike." Yaichi Liu also replied with a polite smile.
Calling him ordinary seems to be correct from a certain perspective - he obviously doesn't like to steal other people's attention, and prefers to wear this "ordinariness" as a coat.
Unlike the young man who sat in the forest on a rainy night, the house today is dry, light and cool. Even when he occasionally smiles, the look in his eyes is as distant and indifferent as the silent clouds on the distant mountains.
When he moves, he is as quiet as the wind moving the shadows of the clouds. Soon, people will relax their nerves and almost forget or become accustomed to his existence.
It is not easy for him to leave a deep impression on others at first sight; this is why Lin Sanjiu didn't pay much attention to him before he recovered his memory.
But now, Lin Sanjiu quietly took in all the details of his body: his hair was longer than before, hanging down his ears and neck, with soft curls; a few light white scars started from his neck.
It spread down the side and entered the collar; he was wearing the most ordinary loose blouse and black jeans. If it weren't for the various strange small objects wrapped around his hands, he could blend into the streets of the pre-apocalyptic world without leaving a trace.
among the crowd.
Lin Sanjiu just noticed that among the small objects on his hand that had no obvious function, he was also wearing a dull, ordinary-looking silver ring.
"Have you found the direction?" Wu Yiliu suddenly asked, causing her to suddenly come back to reality.
When she and Fengzhi said goodbye, neither of them thought that Lin Sanjiu had just arrived and didn't know the way back. She had to go back to the building where she landed the aircraft first, and then with the help of Shales
Follow the route back to Exodus; according to the receipt issued to her at the parking lot, she knew the name of the destination building, but she had to rely on a map to know how to get there.
"I don't spend most of my time walking in the clouds," Uichiyanagi had explained a little apologetically when she asked before, "so I'm not familiar with the roads here either."
Lin Sanjiu was not surprised at all.
She had never had this kind of misunderstanding before. She really thought that Yachiyanagi was a decomposer.
Since he is not a businessman who needs to come and go, it is natural that he cannot keep track of the journey; but she must act surprised and regretful, because before returning to Exodus, Lin Sanjiu can't reveal the truth and let him
She could see that she knew where he came from - even though she felt that she was in a daze and might have exposed the secret a long time ago.
Not long after she recognized Yachiyanagi again, she thought about it and felt that only in Exodus could she truly be sure to trap Yachiyanagi.
After all, Exodus can take off from the ground at any time and enter high altitudes, with Shales as surveillance and guard; except for Exodus, no matter where - in the building, on the road, in the dungeon - she is not sure that she can do it without hurting him.
down, trapping him and preventing him from escaping and counterattacking.
If it had been anyone else, throwing out a copy of Ah Quan would have been enough to solve the problem; but Lin Sanjiu knew very well that facing Wu Yiliu, this trick might not work.
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Even though she was indeed a bit quick-witted, she was not arrogant enough to think that she could handle Wu Yiliu. This child—for Lin Sanjiu, Wu Yiliu would always be the young kid who had not graduated from college—had a flexible mind and a thoughtful mind.
He is also cautious, even if the person opposite him suddenly loses his temper, he can still remain calm under the impact of thousands of thoughts.
Lin Sanjiu would never act rashly unless he was at his home court where he had an absolute advantage.
Thinking about it carefully, she couldn't even determine how Yaichi Liu's current combat power level compared with her own.
The first impression he left on people was very weak, and it was also matched with a combat power that seemed not enough to make people alert; only when she began to think about Wu Yiliu carefully, did she become suspicious of his indifferent and harmless temperament -
—It seems to be surrounded by thick layers of milky white mist, with no bottom visible.
This made her more cautious. Facing a cautious and witty person, it was not easy to disguise her true intentions. She quickly determined what she should do to make him go back with her with confidence - simple and natural
, just tell the truth; if you can’t tell the truth, just don’t tell it at all.
"Oh, we should go from the Natural Botanical Garden next," Lin Sanjiu replied with a smile, clicking on the map posted on the wall, and said: "My aircraft is in the parking lot of this building... Look,
The Botanical Garden seems to be the nearest way.”
When Zaiwu Yiliu just heard her say that he needed to take a plane to reach his workplace, he thought for a few seconds with considerable doubts before nodding. Lin Sanjiu looked at him with an expression that was a little funny: She was very sure.
, his doubts were all false. Even if she told him that the workplace was below the smog layer, I'm afraid he would still nod, right?
She didn't expect that a place called "Natural Botanical Garden" had nothing to do with nature or plants.
"This...is this the Botanical Garden?" When Lin Sanjiu and Wu Yiliu followed the flow of people and walked behind the tall green glass door of the Botanical Garden, she looked around and glanced between the rows of cells under the shed. She couldn't bear it.
I was surprised: "Where are the plants?"
Not far away, a square-faced man squatting under the pergola happened to hear her words, pointed to his side, smiled and said casually: "Don't these grow in the pot?"
Lin Sanjiu stared at the basin at his feet, not knowing what to say for a moment.
If you use some imagination and set the standards very loosely, then indeed, you can barely tell that it is a "plant" - long strips of steel bars growing out of the soil in the flower pot, isn't it?
Are they like the branches of a plant? Aren’t the iron-colored squares hanging at the ends of the steel bars just like the leaves of a plant?
"What on earth is this..." She wanted to ask but didn't know where to start. She looked at the flower pot and found a label on it that read "Construction Site."
She could still guess without labels, but with labels it made her even more confused.
Surrounding the square-faced brother are several identical terracotta flowerpots. Not only around him, looking around, there are varying numbers of terracotta flowerpots with the same appearance sitting under each pergola; different ones,
There are only "plants" in each pot.
In some pots, a straight black wooden pole sticks out, which is covered with fine thorns, and small, invisible "fruits" are hung on the fine thorns; in some pots, there is a large bush of lush "antlers"
", each downy leaf is a clone of the same small round bead - the flower pots are often labeled with various labels, ranging from "Construction Site" to "Eye of Jealousy".
And enough.
The botanical garden occupies not a large area, and there are not many pergolas, but there are many people. Among the endless crowds, there are faces looking back and forth at the "plants". From time to time, someone stops and talks softly with the owner of the flower pot. In the most popular place in the botanical garden,
On the right hand side, against the wall, is a pavilion with a "Buy Flower Pots" sign.
"The flower pot is a one-time item, specially used for mass reproduction. It is the exclusive signature of the Rainforest Group and one of their main sources of income." Yatanagi opened his mouth at the right time and asked: "Do you know about mass reproduction?"
Lin Sanjiu looked confused.
"It's very simple. Taking this flower pot as an example, as long as the special item planted in it meets the conditions, a plant will grow; when the plant grows up and matures, it will produce more of the same special item."
For Wu Yiliu, this seemed to be a very ordinary and natural thing, and even his tone did not fluctuate much; on the contrary, Lin Sanjiu was shocked and his voice rose five degrees: "Ah? Can you copy more items?
How many can you plant? Is there such a good thing?"
Wu Yiliu smiled politely. "Their group only produces dozens of flowerpots a year at most, so their influence is mainly limited to the two twelve realms. It's normal that you haven't heard of it."
"Then...every plant is a special item?" Lin Sanjiu walked a few meters along the pergola. He had to pull his eyes away from the previous plant before he could immerse himself in the next one.
Plants. "They seem to be very small...are their effects and powers the same as the original items?"
"It's all the same," Wu Yiliu replied patiently, "but the fruit can no longer be planted in the flower pot. Oh, this is good."
Lin Sanjiu followed his gaze and found that there was a small tree in the flowerpot, but it only had five or six branches. The branches were about as long as a girl's forearm. On each branch, there was a building sitting on it.
A beautiful little house with a pointed roof and whitewashed walls; the label on the flower pot reads "High-End Mobile Home".
The small house attracted the attention of several people, but to Lin Sanjiu, it was tasteless. She said "hmm" from her nose and continued walking without stopping; Wu Yiliu seemed to be very interested in it.
, looked at it for a few more times, then followed up and sighed: "Unfortunately, a mobile home must be very expensive. In Wandering Cloud, ordinary residences are almost unaffordable... Where do you live?"
Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and said, "Have you heard of Big Fish Market?"
Wu Yiliu turned his head and looked at her, showing an almost tolerant smile.
"...Since when did you know that I am not a craftsman of decomposers?"