Lin Sanjiu resisted the urge to put the breathing mask back on, and desperately focused on the problem at hand. The fear and urgency that arise when a person cannot breathe is so strong that any kind of crisis can
Not comparable to—even as an evolved person, Lin Sanjiu felt like her lungs were about to be cracked by the beast in her lungs.
"In other words, the essence of this apocalyptic world, if we use an analogy, is actually not the 'network' or 'advertising', but the 'service provider'." She used Teacher Yi as a sounding board and said:
"It collected my past, and based on the deep impression on me, it poses a very dangerous threat to me, and then..."
Teacher Yi, as her subconscious representation, naturally knew what she meant, and added: "Then the 'auction' was released?"
No matter how I think about it, I feel that this kind of apocalyptic world is really incredible.
According to the information given by the puppet master, it is speculated that the auction objects in the world of "Online Advertising Instant Auction Service Provider" are probably all the things that prey on "evolvers" in this endless doomsday world system: copies,
Fallen species, creatures and traps that are difficult to classify... wherever she goes, there is a blank advertising space.
As long as there are blank advertising spaces, this world of "online advertising real-time auction service providers" that somehow came to life will continue to publish auctions; and all kinds of things in the world will continue to "buy" the ads around her.
Bits, one after another, appear around her - especially those that are very similar to her past "COOKIE".
When she thought about the weirdness and crisis she had experienced, and how many versions there were in thousands of worlds, Lin Sanjiu almost felt as insignificant as dust particles.
"What about oxygen?" Teacher Yi sounded worried, "Anyone who has breathed oxygen in this doomsday world is considered to be connected to this 'online advertising' system, right? Is oxygen considered a doomsday factor, or is it something else?
what?"
Theoretically speaking, the "Online Advertising Real-time Auction Service Provider" cannot destroy any world, because it itself is not dangerous; if the most dangerous thing a person has experienced in his life is just being bitten by a cat on his finger, then this system will take him
There is no way.
And all kinds of strange things that "buy" advertising space are also highly targeted based on this strange system. Each "advertisement" can only destroy at most one person, not to mention destroying the world.
And oxygen is even less likely to be a doomsday factor. Not to mention that simply inhaling oxygen will have no effect on humans. Now she is eager for some oxygen - in other words, the role that the "doomsday factor" was originally supposed to play is now assigned to
Three things.
"Whatever the doomsday factor is," Lin Sanjiu said irritably, "I finally understand why the arsenal has a gas cover on the outside. After cutting off the oxygen inside, the incoming arsenal members will not activate this system.
.But the members of the arsenal also need to breathe, right? If they can’t even use oxygen bottles, wouldn’t they also die if they come in?”
Teacher Yi naturally has no answer to this question.
Lin Sanjiu glanced at the small box on the head of the blue-walled man again. The cross was like a promise, a sign of goodwill, telling her that as long as she clicked on it, the threat in front of her would disappear immediately - just like the red one last time.
The brick wall looks like a humanoid.
However, Lin Sanjiu was not born after the apocalypse. She had seen pop-up online advertisements.
In order to get users to click on the advertisement, they can say that they will do anything they can; the advertisement was obviously closed the last time they clicked the cross, and the next time they click on it, it is likely that a new link will be suddenly opened for you.
Not to mention that sometimes the closing box will move, and sometimes a false closing box will appear...
In the past, she only had to close the newly popped-up browsing page, but in this world of "online advertising real-time auction service providers", accidentally clicking on it would obviously mean a series of new crises - she remembered that she had just hit
After smashing the McDonald's bag, Ren Nan climbed onto her shoulders.
Besides, even if she successfully shut down the "Blue Wall Man", she still couldn't breathe, which meant that the advertising space was vacant; as soon as she took a breath, the "empty advertising space" around her would be filled with God knows what.
What the hell is this new thing?
"How about this," Teacher Yi suggested, "keep the blue wall man first and don't close it. This way at least nothing new will appear...then run away quickly, take a breath when you are far away, and wait for the blue wall man."
When the wall man catches up, cut off your oxygen as soon as possible."
Lin Sanjiu thought about it over and over, and it seemed that this was the only way.
"Am I walking the dog or holding the kite," she muttered, remembering the pig in the city hall again.
Did that pig hear something? Could it be that in the world of Karma Museum, every doomsday model will wake up sooner or later?
But now was not the time to think deeply about the problem. While she could still bear the lungs that seemed to be about to explode, she quickly looked at the map of the arsenal and found a control room called the "Information Center". After finding the right direction,
She glanced at the "Blue Wall Man" again, turned around and ran away.
It seemed that her bad luck was coming to an end; every time she looked back on the road, Lin Sanjiu found that the "blue wall man" was still standing motionless in the same spot. From a distance, it really looked like he had lost his life after disconnecting from the Internet.
Vibrant web page pop-up ads.
"Here," Teacher Yi called urgently.
Lin Sanjiu stopped in front of a locked mud-gray door. After thinking for a moment, she turned around and ran back a few steps to distance herself from the door. She looked directly in the direction of the "blue wall man".
I immediately took out the breathing mask and covered my face again - there is no more fresh and precious feeling in the world than when you inhale that breath of oxygen when you are about to suffocate.
Before she even had time to close the oxygen bottle again, the black hair of the "Blue Wall Man" had already flashed in the alley ahead. Compared with the real Blue Wall Man she had met before, this one seemed
The speed was much slower; she quickly turned off the oxygen and took a few tentative steps back. She was relieved when she saw that the "blue wall man" had made no new moves.
Although this method is very cumbersome, it finally works.
When she opened the door, Lin Sanjiu didn't hold back at all. She simply poured out all the anger in her heart on the door; even though the door was solid and thick, it couldn't withstand her heavy punches on the door shaft.
As soon as the door shaft broke, she immediately grabbed the edge and tore it off with force, and the metal door lock rolled away on the ground with a clang.
After walking into the corridor, the next few rooms were all treated equally roughly. When Lin Sanjiu felt a bit like King Kong, she finally found the communication transmission room inside the arsenal.
The entire branch had lost power a long time ago. In order to activate the communication transmission system of the arsenal, she had to go around to the back of the building and find a backup generator. Start the power generation, connect the system, and turn on the system... In this series of steps
Here, she breathed three or four more times, and every time she attracted the "blue wall man" as expected.
After entering the number that Sibaan left for her in the missing person video, Lin Sanjiu's finger stopped on "send".
She frowned slightly and couldn't tell what kind of feeling she had in her heart.
Is it...a sense of crisis? It doesn’t seem right either.
She looked back and saw that the surroundings were silent and empty. Except for her and the silent, dark machine, not even the "Blue Wall Man" was nearby, and no other new advertisements appeared.
Lin Sanjiu pondered for a while and pressed "Send".
I finally finished writing, I am free, but now there is a problem, the cat is holding my foot in pursuit of freedom...
