In addition to the private domain, wandering in the cloud is a very free world.
Lin Sanjiu found a downward passage door from the rooftop of the building. Even in the early morning, it was still open and smooth; after all, public buildings and sky highways are equivalent to the earth in the ordinary world, and people in the clouds are common
I feel that no one has the power to block, close or charge tolls on them.
She was very lucky. The name of this building was written on the access door. It happened to be the one she had seen on the regional map before. It was not far from the parking lot and had to pass through at least four or five buildings to reach the aircraft.
location.
As a communication system, Fenghuo Langyan must be like other major systems. There is a message hub in each district, which is the center for people to register for use. If you can return to the aircraft, fly to Fenghuo Langyan in other districts.
Using the hub is equivalent to adding another layer of safety lock to the safety lock, and the initiative is returned.
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But how to board the aircraft? She couldn't walk in the CBD area where she had just woken up with her original appearance, otherwise it would only be a matter of time before the sharks found her. Can she find suitable disguises in the early morning?
Lin Sanjiu walked into the passage door while thinking.
The descending stairwell is no longer the closed one that was common before the apocalypse: the stairwell has become an important way for most people to travel, so the walls have been cut out, the stairs have been widened, and there is a vast plain between the stairs and the floor.
Broad vision - work such as renovation and maintenance is usually done by local evolution organizations.
Post-apocalyptic evolvers also use the pre-apocalyptic concept of taxation; organizations will not charge admission fees for the buildings they operate, but will charge management fees for local vendors, residents and lower-level organizations.
When Lin Sanjiu and Fengzhen were chatting, she asked her what if the organization only collected money but did not manage it. Fengzhen shrugged her shoulders at that time, as if she thought the answer to this question was too obvious, and said: "
Then just move away! The entire Wandering Cloud has a ranking of regional management perfection. If this district has a low ranking, you can just move to another district. No one can control your move. When people are gone, they will also
If you can’t receive any money, of course no one will be that stupid and just do a one-shot deal.”
However, according to her, in this way, more and more people will come to convenient, safe and comfortable places, such as CBD areas, and management fees will naturally rise; in dilapidated and dangerous places, because of their low cost of living,
Cost, gathering many suspicious and unscrupulous people - it seems that some of the economic laws observed by humans will still be in effect after the end of the world.
Just as Lin Sanjiu was worried, it was too early now and the market vendors hadn't even opened yet.
She wanted to buy a disguise for herself, but the more anxious she was, the less able she was to buy one. She walked around and looked for it, and even took the risk of asking several people wandering between the floors, which made people feel uneasy.
Evolutionary, but unfortunately still achieved nothing.
When she got down to the eighteenth floor, she found rows of tents erected on this floor; people turned over and snored slightly, occasionally stirring up in the tents, and then dissipated into silence.
The sign between the entrance and the stairs told Lin Sanjiu that "the night lodging is open from 9 pm to 6 am" and it is a free market during the day. If you bring your own tent, you only need 2 fog balls, and if you rent a tent,
There are 4 fog balls, and there is 1 fog ball per week in the storage tent. There is a rope blocking the entrance, and a chair that probably belongs to the administrator is empty. Maybe it’s because the morning time is coming, people are slacking off, and they don’t know where to go.
Dozed off.
Lin Sanjiu had already walked down the stairs, then suddenly turned around and returned to the night lodging place.
She stepped over the rope and walked between the tents.
These tents should all be products of the pre-apocalyptic world. They were collected from countless worlds and have been severely worn by time. Some zippers can only be closed halfway, and the zipper head is crookedly stuck in the middle.
A pair of bare feet can still be seen in the open gap; some tents are so white and thin that not only the original color cannot be seen, but even the figures inside can be vaguely seen; some have even been torn apart.
There was a big hole, and a man sleeping inside stopped snoring when he heard Lin Sanjiu's footsteps. He turned over and fell asleep again, exposing his bare back.
...If there is an air of poverty in Da Zhen Ji, then the hostel can no longer be described as poor.
She walked among the sour smell of sweat, the aftertaste of food, and the smell of grease. Every step she took felt like she was wading in thick, sticky sewage. However, within a distance of more than ten meters, Lin Sanjiu saw several bellies, calves, and soles.
Even though most people were still sleeping soundly, she could feel the lingering heaviness, fuzzyness, confusion and fatigue in the boarding house; in a little while they would get up and start the day's work - because of these people, she
We have already seen that they are basically ordinary people.
When she reached the end of the row of tents, there happened to be an early riser who opened the zipper of the tent and revealed a face that was still chewing breakfast. It took Lin Sanjiu a few seconds to recognize that it was
A girl was still very young; when she suddenly saw a strange evolved person, even her surprise was blunt and dull, as if different emotions were about to merge together, and none of her expressions were distinct.
This feeling was confirmed again when Lin Sanjiu made his request to her.
"If you need to record a few words as I ask," she raised her tape recorder and said, "I'm willing to pay you ten red crystals."
The girl swallowed the rice ball in her mouth - the other half of the rice ball was still holding in her hand, glowing like plastic and not looking like white rice - but she was not excited at all about such a simple way to make money.
"What is red crystal?"
Lin Sanjiu really didn't expect this. Ordinary people have never left the Wandering Cloud. Unless there is a special opportunity, they will naturally not know the currency of the Red Nautilus. It took her an unexpected amount of effort to get it.
I explained and half-persuaded the girl to agree.
When everything was done, she was about to leave with the tape recorder when the girl behind her suddenly asked: "Have you hired a servant?"
Lin Sanjiu turned around, and the girl was still waiting for her answer blankly, as if she had not thought at all that if Lin Sanjiu had hired a servant, why would she bother to find a stranger to do things.
"No," she said.
"If you have anti-inflammatory drugs, I can help you for five days. No more, because I haven't found a job for two days." The girl thought for a while and added: "I am still willing to give it to women.
Work, although generally female evolutionaries have a lot to do."
She had no idea that this sentence might offend her future employer.
Lin Sanjiu wanted to say something, but didn't say anything. She left a box of anti-inflammatory medicine for the girl that she never had the chance to use, and once again expressed in her suspicious eyes that she really didn't need a servant.
Just left. The administrator at the entrance came back. He was an ordinary old man. When he saw Lin Sanjiu from a distance, he seemed to immediately realize her identity. He watched her cross the rope without asking a word.
Silently he bowed his waist.
No matter which building, the closer it is to the smog layer, the worse and more embarrassing the situation will be.
As Lin Sanjiu walked down, the open floor space gradually became cramped, and the stairs gradually narrowed. There was no road in the sky outside the building; it was already dawn outside, but she felt as if she was gradually entering the depths of the earth. Stairs
Garbage is piled up in the corner of the room, and the air exudes the choking smell of urine—the presence of traces of defecation means that this place is no longer dominated by evolutionists.
It wasn't until Lin Sanjiu went down to the lowest level, which was only one level above the haze level, that is, the fourteenth floor of the building, that she felt the breath of the Evolver again - the walls, handrails and corridor entrances and exits were all decorated
Thick iron plates and windows were all sealed; after turning another corner, the passage down was blocked by cement, and a shout came from the narrow corridor next to it: "Who?"
The reason why ordinary people do not move around on the lowest level may be because they consider that they cannot resist the fallen species climbing up from the haze layer; on this level, there are no living facilities, only teams of evolutionaries on guard and patrol.
The evolver who came out looked Lin Sanjiu up and down and relaxed slightly.
"I thought some ordinary person with a bad mind came down again," he asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Lin Sanjiu smiled friendly at him. "There should be a lookout for guards here, right?"
