Chapter 1976 Please don't worry about the unemployment rate in the apocalyptic world
Chapter 1976 Please don’t worry about the unemployment rate in the doomsday world
The night breeze has not appeared for a long time.
The sparse and loose clouds are like thin cotton that has been torn apart by thin hands, lazily thrown into the dark sky. Whether it is the clouds or the moon, they are short of breath tonight; for the one running all the way on the ground
They were not interested in human figures, so she hurriedly jumped out of Yunyue's shadow, quickly climbed up the high metal wall, and jumped to the ground on the other side.
Lin Sanjiu soon turned into a smaller and smaller figure, and finally disappeared from the distant land.
After she left, the arsenal under the night fell into solidification again. The wind stopped, there were no human footsteps, and the shadows were pressed to the ground in silence, as if the entire arsenal had been forgotten by time.
I don’t know how much time passed, but movement finally began to appear from the solidified shadows - in the vast and empty backyard of the arsenal, one after another deep black shadows were quietly coming from
They rose from the ground into the night sky; when the sound of movements deep in the earth stopped, they also stopped, glowing slightly under the pale moon.
The thin metal platform that once surrounded Fan He slid open a gap in the center; the gap became wider and wider, and when they were fully opened, Fan He, who was re-appeared in the world, also gently opened his eyes.
She listened for a while and then raised a hand.
After a few minutes, Fanhe nodded, withdrew his hand, and the [Spirit of All Things] disappeared. She walked out of the thin metal platform, and every step she took seemed to have stepped into the darkness, and the sound was swallowed up; along the way,
Fan He didn't even glance at the smashed wall and kicked-in door. He didn't take any detours and went straight to the door of the recording room of the "Biluo Huangquan Branch".
Fan He kicked the unclosed door with her toes, and the side behind the door was copied, and a reduced three-dimensional image of the Biluo Huangquan branch was displayed in front of her eyes.
Lin Sanjiu did not destroy anything here... After she left, everything returned to the normal state of the recording room. There were high and low buildings, the highest was no more than the knee; between the streets and alleys formed by light and shadow, there were all kinds of villains.
On his head, various golden names were projected into the air.
Fanhe walked into the three-dimensional image, walked past the little man with the name "Si Ba'an" floating on it, and stopped in front of the little man with the name "Li Wen Su Jiang".
She and the small human figure formed by light and shadow looked at each other for a while.
"I know, I haven't been here for a long time," Fan He looked at the name in the air, his tone was calm and cool. "Actually, the main reason I came this time is not to see you."
The four small pale gold characters "Li Wen Sujiang" floated motionless.
"But you probably don't mind," she whispered, "you're dead."
Fanhe stopped and the room was quiet for a while. She looked down at the light and shadow figure that should represent Li Wensujiang, shook her head and said: "No matter how I adjust, it is difficult to express the characteristics of a real person in detail...
…If it weren’t for the photos in your file, I would have almost forgotten what you look like.”
She thought for a while and added: "If I had seen your body back then, maybe I could remember it more clearly now. But your body was also recycled and destroyed, and the parts on your body were reused..."
Fan He searched in his pocket and found a small piece of bright yellow petals.
"I knew I was going to come here before, so I picked a wild flower petal on the road." She bent down, placed the petal in front of the little man who was tracing the river, and said, "The prototype has no grave... I am not sweeping the grave."
When she turned to leave, she looked back and picked up a corner of her robe, preventing the wind from blowing away the petals.
Fanhe stopped next to the "Sba'an" villain.
"Name, Fanhe," her voice didn't change much, but it seemed that the vibration frequency of her vocal cords was different when she spoke. It sounded almost like the sound of mechanical operation, "No. M02, fifth generation..."
The small words "Sba'an" suddenly flashed slightly, and then a small arsenal icon appeared.
Fan He spread out a white palm forward, but did not reach out to touch it. He only whispered: "Retrieve the operator's biomark left when this entry was interacted with last time, and transfer it to me.
."
Something suddenly flickered on the three words "Siba'an"; Fanhe waited quietly. As soon as the transfer process was over, she immediately closed her palms and closed her eyes.
"As expected of the state of mind after making a connection... As expected, I couldn't hold it back and clicked Sibaan's name." She whispered, "Yes, the biomark is very clear and strong... So, you go now
where?"
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Lin Sanjiu, who was being tracked, did not use his imagination at all and returned to the world of the city hall honestly.
When she came out of the arsenal, more than half of the night had passed; by the time she returned to the square in front of the city hall after a long journey, the bright daylight had already summoned all the flood service providers.
Standing sheds, tables and chairs spread out, people coming and going, the sound of bargaining... Lin Sanjiu, who had been working hard all night without rest, felt like a wandering ghost walking among the bustling crowds under the sun.
She glanced at [eBay] and saw that the puppet master hadn't responded yet. She suppressed a yawn and put it away again. She didn't know what was going on with the puppet master, whether it was in danger or not; she was just getting it.
Before contacting her, she couldn't just wait without doing anything, so she simply took advantage of the fact that the puppet master was not around and it was easier to move around, and came back with the problems in her heart.
"pig?"
A flood service provider who was pulled by her for questioning looked stunned, as if he didn't understand why someone would ask him about the whereabouts of a pig. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he suddenly realized: "Oh, you are talking about
That kind of pig-shaped degenerate species!"
"That's right," Lin Sanjiu nodded quickly and said, "I also searched around the city hall building and the square, but I didn't see it anywhere... When I came last time, I saw it all at once.
It’s both ends.”
"I really didn't pay attention. If you say so, they are indeed not here today." The flood service provider with a mustache was sitting on a small stool, probably because there was no business coming to the door for the time being, so he was quite willing to do more business.
The last few sentences: "Why are you looking for a pig-shaped degenerate?"
Lin Sanjiu thought for a long time, and finally decided to tell the truth: "The pig I saw last time said that it hoped that the doomsday world in the city hall would come to life and become a real little doomsday..."
"Ha," Little Beard unexpectedly laughed and said, "So this is it? We have all heard of it at least, but we don't know what they are dreaming about. The fallen species are the fallen species, and they cannot be changed to eat - so what?"
Probably because of his loud voice, a stall owner next to him heard him and leaned over to join the conversation, saying to Lin Sanjiu: "You are looking for a pig-shaped degenerate. Today is not the right time to come."
"Why?" Lin Sanjiu asked.
"I heard that those pigs have work to do." The stall owner seemed to be idle and was very active in gossiping. "Although they look like pigs, they also have needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation."
, there are not many places where money and supplies should be spent. Once, a pig came to me to buy something, and I was curious and asked where the money came from..."
"Is it earned through work?" Mustache was very interested, "But what kind of work can they do? Who would deal with the fallen species?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if you do something to kill people and sell goods." Seeing that the two people's attention was focused on him, the stall owner became more and more interested and said, "Maybe I didn't hide the idea in my heart, so the other person
The pig saw it. It seems to like letting others know that it is wrong, and enjoys the way others feel deflated... In short, what do you think it said to me?"
Even Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but lean forward.
"It said that basically all pig-type degenerates are in the same place and do the same job. It said that the organization they work in is very standardized and rigorous, and it also said that the scale is not small and the pay is good... and they even have rest days.
The stall owner waved his hand in the direction of the square and said, "They like the world of the city hall the most. When there are no pigs here, it means they are all at work."
Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word - it's the end of the world, pigs, no, pig-shaped degenerates, still have to go to work?
I wrote the outline very successfully! Basically, there are still two or three scattered threads that have not yet been integrated into the entire top view. There are still some details that need to be smoothed out. Other than that, the outline is almost all the way to the end.
It’s all there.
The notebook for writing outlines is twice as thick as when it was brand new, and it is quite satisfying to flip through it...
