Lin Sanjiu knew very well that since the spaceship could explode back then, it meant that the control was not in the hands of Oasis at that time. Otherwise, the spaceship would not have been able to explode at all.
And Chotans himself could not survive the explosion of the spaceship.
That bright white fire ball that exploded in the sky burned everything in the spacecraft. When it was finished, only countless fine blackened residues fell into the sea. The sea breeze swept away, Qiao Tan
Si also disappeared from the world.
Now, he was standing not far away again; the crowds in the Black Stone Collection were bustling, coming and going, and he seemed to be just one of them, an ordinary evolver who was not very conspicuous.
Oasis must have once again created "Jotense", the body steward - why he did this, Lin Sanjiu couldn't imagine.
At this moment, Chotans was standing in front of a stall; the middle-aged woman who was talking to him leaned out from behind the stall, as if she was just a stall owner who wanted to make a business, and she didn't know what the person in front of her was.
Special features.
The things she sells are not unusual. There are only a few paper cranes on the stall. At this moment, there is no other customer except Jotense.
"Let's go to that road," Yu Yuan pulled Yuan Xiangxi and signaled in a low voice. "Did you see the stall behind the paper crane stall?"
Separated by a little open space, back-to-back with the paper crane stall, is a seed stall. Unlike many stalls that use a long table to keep customers out, the seed stall has several rows of shelves so that customers can walk in and browse——
In other words, I would approach the shop selling paper cranes from behind.
"If I approach quietly, it will be difficult to be discovered," Yuan Xiangxi volunteered, "I don't have the sense of weight as a human being."
"Okay," Lin Sanjiu felt that her thoughts had turned into a ball of threads. She could only nod her head and then said to the others: "I'll go up and pretend to look at the paper cranes. You guys wait for me."
Her original intention was to get close to Chotans and see what kind of state he was in now. She really had no intention of finding out any great truth; but she didn't expect that such a low request could not be realized - because she
As soon as she approached the paper crane stall, the middle-aged woman stopped talking and glanced at her.
"Do you have an appointment?" the middle-aged woman asked with a flat expression.
Make an appointment? Do you need to make an appointment to buy paper cranes?
Before Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth, she quickly glanced at Chotans next to her. That familiar silhouette, soft and chubby, was exactly the same as in her memory. He was clearly the person on the spaceship - it seemed that he would be there next second.
He turned around and gave her that helpless smile that made him unable to bear the request and embarrassed to refuse.
"No..." Lin Sanjiu had no choice but to reply.
"We will not accept you without an appointment," the middle-aged woman said, her eyes fixed on Lin Sanjiu, obviously waiting for her to leave.
"Aren't you a paper crane seller?" Lin Sanjiu said intentionally without being polite, "Do you need to make an appointment to buy paper cranes? I have money, just sell it to me. There's so much trouble."
"We won't accept you without an appointment," the middle-aged woman said, reaching out and rolling up the scattered paper cranes in front of her.
A little strange, right?
"It's just a paper crane, why are you guarding it so closely?" Lin Sanjiu seemed to be angry. He swung his arm forward, and the middle-aged man's thick and thick arm was pressed against the tablecloth of the stall. "If I weren't in a hurry,
I still don’t like this thing about you..."
Chotans next to him finally made some movement.
"Hey, this big brother," he spoke kindly. For a moment, Lin Sanjiu even suspected that he was wrong-maybe Chotans really survived. "Everyone has said that it can't be done.
Business."
Perhaps Oracius erased his memory and made him forget about the body butler; perhaps Oracius found Chotans from some human body database and created him again——
It wasn't until the moment she heard his voice that Lin Sanjiu realized something.
No matter what happened, she just hoped that the original Chotans was still alive, would still be warmed by the memories of the past, and still believed that one day she would meet her friend.
"What do you do?" Lin Sanjiu said roughly, looking him up and down. "Who are you?"
"I'm a collector," Jotense smiled, and the reflection flashed on the lenses of his glasses. "Do you think these are ordinary paper cranes? It's a waste of money if you buy them."
Such a look and tone, appearing on Chotans, is really a bit uncomfortable.
"What collector? What are the paper cranes for?" Lin Sanjiu said and found that Yu Yuan and the others had quietly entered the seed shop.
"These paper cranes contain the last words of people who died after handing out the paper cranes. Isn't it interesting to hear the last words of human beings in despair and fear at the last moment of their lives?" said Johannes slowly.
say.
Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth and looked at the middle-aged woman. Finally, she had no more excuses to delay. How could she respond to such an explanation?
Jontense seemed to have realized that she would have nothing to say, so he smiled and watched her go for a while before turning around again; his friends had just dispersed in twos and threes, waiting for her to return to the gift bag.
When they were next to them, Qingjiuru, who was pretending to choose coffee, whispered: "How about it?"
Across a shelf, she said to a bag of dusty Colombian coffee that was obviously leftover from before the apocalypse: "I threw it away."
While she was pretending to grab the tablecloth, the small communicator she threw down was currently under the cover of the stall tablecloth, quietly listening to the conversation between the stall owner and "Jotense"——
If so.
She thought the difficulty lay in dropping the communicator, but now Lin Sanjiu realized that she was wrong.
In fact, she heard all the sounds: the conversations of others passing by, the sound of footsteps on the ground, the shouts in the distance of the market, the pulling of heavy objects... But she only did not hear the sound of the two people.
dialogue between.
What's going on? Could it be that Gautense has already bought the last words origami crane and left?
But after pretending to be casual, Lin Sanjiu discovered that Qiaotense was still standing in front of the stall, muttering something, and reaching out to pick up a paper crane from the stall that the middle-aged woman had just handed over.
Could it be that he was very vigilant and placed any soundproofing items?
Seeing Jotense nodding to the middle-aged woman, putting away the paper crane and turning around to leave, Lin Sanjiu still didn't hear any message. She motioned for Pina to follow her quickly, and the rest of them circled around and followed from a distance.
Gathered with Yu Yuan and Yuan Xiangxi again.
"I didn't hear anything," Lin Sanjiu said in a low voice after bypassing the road where the paper crane stall was located. "They seem to have used something to isolate the sound..."
"No," Yu Yuan shook his head first. "Nothing is useful. I can see clearly. When you passed by, didn't Qiaotans speak normally? After you left, he didn't take out any
Nothing, no movement to activate the item. The woman touched the table when she turned around, and I heard it."
"But there's no conversation at all on my communicator?" Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"Because they didn't make any sound at all." Yuan Xiangxi also interjected, frowning slightly. "They made it look like they were talking, but in fact they didn't make any sound to each other. It was like...
…It seems that what one person wants to say and what he means is known to the other person without having to listen. He moves his mouth just to show off.”
"What's interesting is that the seed stall owner said a few words to us." Yu Yuan said with a serious face, "As you know, Yuan Xiangxi's disguise props only changed his facial features, but his temperament and appearance are still the same.
, so she liked the stall owner very much. She told Yuan Xiangxi that the stall owner at the paper crane stall the day before yesterday was still another person. "
"A skinny young man," Yuan Xiangxi seemed very proud that he had asked for valuable information, but still tried to remain modest: "What he did didn't seem to be a good thing. The seed stall owner said that the young man seemed to be
I don’t know how he got the paper cranes from so many people, and then blackmailed them to pay money to take the paper cranes back. But the price he asked was not expensive, so most people just spent money to ward off disasters... As a result, the thin man didn’t come yesterday.
The stall and the things on it all belong to the middle-aged woman."
"Signal interception device," this was the first thought that popped into Lin Sanjiu's mind.
Yu Yuan nodded. "That thing is probably in her hands now."
Several people looked at each other.
Because eight people gathered in a group, it was really huge. In order not to attract too much attention, Lin Sanjiu gave everyone a communicator, and everyone dispersed into twos and threes. At this time, from her ears, it was clear
Jiu Luzheng spoke lazily: "So, now we have met two body butlers in one go, right?"
Apart from this answer, Lin Sanjiu had no other answer.
From here on, two of the most critical questions emerged and were firmly pressed on her mind.
First, Eurtheus did not have a trance, but the two body stewards were obviously communicating with each other as a part of him. So how much can Eurtheus know through them?
Second, what is the purpose of the paper crane that Jotense took?
As I said before the theft, as I wrote this chapter, I suddenly had doubts about life... Is this chapter good to read? Is the plot arrangement reasonable? I doubted myself so much that I almost couldn't write anymore. It was too far from what I wrote.
If it is done recently, you will lose the objectivity and sensitivity to judge it. You must put it aside for a while and look back in order to make a fair evaluation.
So let’s grant a five-year leave first, but it’s not too much. It’s all for the quality of the work...
