When the entire theater fell into silence, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes.
It had been a long time since she had experienced this sense of peace and satisfaction after achieving a goal - turning her head and looking at Sibaan's profile, she couldn't help but smile slightly.
"It was indeed the right thing to pass it on to you. Fortunately, I got to know you."
Although she lowered her voice, there was no sound in the theater at this time, only dead silence. As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice immediately drifted out and fell slowly into the darkness. In the seats downstairs, people in the boxes next to them turned around one after another.
Heads, in the darkness, faces were raised one by one towards where the two of them were; in silence, their expressions were the only ones without a trace of ripples, illuminated by the stage lights and intertwined with light and dark.
Lin Sanjiu stood up, smiled and waved to everyone.
People in the theater nodded to her one after another, looking like a disturbed wave.
"It's a pity that I didn't succeed with Gabigail." She held on to the fence, looked at the silent crowd below, and sighed. Then she raised her voice and listened to her own voice circle around the theater.
The middle echoed: "Does everyone have it?"
"Yes," the evolvers looked at each other, and there were sparse responses one after another. "I have it too..."
Someone even raised his voice and asked: "Are you number zero?"
Lin Sanjiu nodded. With her expression, the downstairs gradually became quiet again. When the surroundings became silent, she suddenly heard Teacher Yi's voice faintly ringing from the depths of her mind again, like a dog rushing away.
The fly that won't go away.
Just when she was upset and hesitant, Siba'an came to her at some point and whispered in her ear: "There are 205 evolved people coming to the auction this time. Plus fifty
Members of the Arsenal Security Department, presenters, and singers, the number of people in the Athens Theater now is exactly 260."
"It's quite a lot," she nodded, her mind drawn away from Teacher Yi by this number. "It's enough to use it once, or even more than enough. But 260 people can't use it up at once. The point is to continue to spread it.
"
When she said this, she happened to see a figure that seemed to be Yu Yuan flash from the aisle below and disappear into the stairway; after a while, he actually walked into the box and sat on the sofa where the female singer had sat.
Got off.
"Let me see," he sat down and reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table. Lin Sanjiu was about to open her mouth to remind him, but he frowned and looked at it carefully for a while, then hesitantly put it back: "Since this
Now that there are people in the theater, let those who have times continue to spread the word, and we should move on to the next step."
"That's what we mean too." Siba'an leaned on the railing and asked towards the theater downstairs without looking back: "Who still has the number on his body?"
There were many people who had not used up the number of times. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzzing response from people. Responses such as "I have one more time" and "I was here three times" were all blurred in the sky above the theater.
A mushy piece.
The three of them looked at each other.
Before they could speak, someone downstairs suddenly couldn't help shouting: "What on earth do you have? What are you talking about? Is this an auction?"
The three people were shocked, and they quickly stood up and looked down - more than two hundred faces turned towards the source of the sound at the same time, and even the spotlight quickly swept over the crowd several times, and finally locked the person who just spoke with a white light.
The man. The man was suddenly illuminated and jumped up from his seat. He covered his eyes with one hand and shouted: "Move the light! What are you doing?"
Before he finished his drink, Sibaan whistled. A man sitting next to him suddenly stood up, patted the man on the back, and said with a smile: "Muguoer, so you don't know? Why don't you
Ask me, come, sit down and say..."
The two seemed to know each other more or less, and the one named "Muguoer" couldn't help but relax his shoulders; he just turned around hesitantly, but was caught off guard by his friend and pulled him closer - a few seconds later, Muguoer
He let him loosen his collar in a daze. He looked around, muttered "So that's it", and sat back down again with a calm look on his face.
As soon as he sat down, a high-pitched scream, like a half-whisper slipping out of his throat, suddenly flashed away from a corner in the crowd, and was cut off again.
"Who is it?"
Sibaan immediately leaned out from the fence, "Who made that sound just now? Go and find it for me!"
Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan looked at each other and realized: there is someone who has slipped through the net in this theater. That person is hiding in the dark, and now that they have seen their methods, it may not be easy to handle next.
As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone stood up from their seats, looked around, listened, and carefully inspected every face around them in the spotlight beam that kept cutting through the darkness - the entrance and exit had long been blocked.
It was sealed, but after everyone searched for a while, they still didn't hear the expected "I found it!"
"If that person was also in the seats, how could the people next to him not hear it?" Lin Sanjiu murmured. "It can't be such a coincidence that no one around him happened to be..."
"Then the answer is simple, he is not among the seats." Siba'an looked thoughtfully at the evolvers walking around downstairs, and suddenly smiled: "I probably know where he is."
In addition to the host on stage, there is actually only one type of person who is not in the seats during the auction: the members of the security department who are responsible for maintaining order in the theater.
A few people discussed quietly for a few words, made up their minds and went downstairs together. Siba'an ordered his subordinates to turn on all the spotlights in the theater, and the light suddenly filled the field of vision, making the surroundings bright. Lin Sanjiu and Yu
Yuan took over the entrance and exit of the theater respectively, and all members of the security department were summoned back, standing in the aisles one by one.
Sibaan walked down the aisle step by step, clapped his hands heavily under the crowd, and said loudly: "Everyone here who still has the remaining times, please come to the stage and line up!"
The members of the arsenal stood there with their hands folded, watching in silence as people stood up one after another.
The stage space was actually not big, and it was almost full if it could accommodate dozens of people. However, everyone did not raise any objections, and filed onto the stage very cooperatively; they stood closely next to each other, trying to make room for those who came after them.
Even if they accidentally bumped into each other, they would just respond with a gentle and understanding smile.
Just like that, the stage was crowded with more than 130 people.
After hearing his subordinates report the number of people, Sibaan breathed a sigh of relief.
He loosened his collar with one hand, revealing a line of snow-white under the dark blue collar, which looked like a sea of ice and snow floating in the polar regions. "Everyone," he smiled softly, his blond hair and white teeth shining brightly in the light: "I want to
Let you know that apart from you, some of the fifty subordinates I brought still have remaining times."
This sentence is a bit meaningless, but when Sibaan speaks, few people will question him or interrupt him.
He glanced at the seventy or eighty people who were still sitting in their seats - in the seat closest to him, the female singer's eyes were shining as she looked at him. He smiled and continued: "But... I think
You all know that those of us who have used up the number of times must leave. In order to ensure everyone's safety, regardless of whether my subordinates still have the number of times, I decided to let them set off with us. After we leave,
I hope you can rush back to the central area of Biluo Huangquan as soon as possible and continue to work hard to complete your mission in a crowded place."
A woman dressed as a girl but with a somewhat older face stepped out from the crowd and bowed to everyone in the audience.
"I wish you a safe journey. We will set off soon after completing our mission. We will meet again then."
Siba'an nodded slowly and glanced at the rows of figures of his subordinates. Every shadow stood up straight and looked at the stage motionlessly. No one showed anything strange. He turned his head and looked at the stage.
Everyone ordered: "In order to prevent someone from getting in among you, I hope you can confirm each other. Don't worry, the number of times people who have been infected will not decrease if they come into contact with each other."
The method of "mutual confirmation" is very simple: as long as two people kiss once to ensure that everyone has been kissed, it can be guaranteed that everyone leaving the theater is a "fellow citizen".
More than 130 people crowded on the stage, kissing each other regardless of gender - to be honest, this scene was a bit weird. Lin Sanjiu stood far away at the entrance gate, watching the crowds of people on the stage.
When I moved, I felt a little dazed for a moment: What is wrong?
When each of the more than 130 people had been kissed at least once, they all "passed". The "passed" people left the theater very kindly, quietly and in an orderly manner; when
After they disappeared from this valley basin, Siba'an and several members of the security department took the lead and organized the remaining people into several teams.
At this time, the method of "mutual confirmation" cannot be used a second time. Under the arrangements of Sba'an and several others, no team can act alone, and no one can leave the sight of others; when he
After ensuring that everyone was under the supervision of others, the group of nearly a hundred people got into the helicopters and sky trains in the arsenal and set off towards their destination.
"Among these people," Sibaan said, leaning on the back of his chair and looking lazily at the sky outside the plane window, "there is one...or at least one person who has never been kissed."
The sky train was very long, and it was winding forward in the sky like a snake; amidst the roar of the engine, his voice sounded a little unclear - Lin Sanjiu raised his head and glanced, and happened to see a person.
The arsenal member quickly looked away from his commander.
He was a thin and small boy, he looked to be in his early twenties, and he was really not good-looking. It was very cold in the sky train, but he kept fanning his collar, as if he wanted to inject some cool air into his body.
"But it doesn't matter." Siba'an didn't seem to notice anything, and just smiled softly: "That's not important anymore... After all, we will arrive at the destination soon."
The thin boy was shocked and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
As his commander said, it no longer matters who the person who has never been kissed is. Lin Sanjiu smiled slightly, turned his eyes, and happened to meet a pair of shockingly green pupils on the opposite side.
Under the skylight outside the window, his fluffy blond hair seemed to be melting into the sun's rays, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at him.
"Thank you." She nodded towards Siba'an.
At this moment, Lin Sanjiu once again caught Teacher Yi's faint voice, which had been asked many times in the depths of her mind: "Where are you...going to?"
She was finally able to answer this question.
She tilted her head back deeply, her lips trembled in a murmur, and she felt an answer rising from the depths of her soul.
"Shambhala."
As soon as Lin Sanjiu's voice was as light as breathing, everyone in the sky train closed their eyes and repeated like a sigh: "Shambhala." Why are you so fat? How are you so fat? Are you mentally retarded?
!The author is mentally retarded, is the reader too!? Can retardation be contagious?? Some of today’s reward lists look like this. Everyone is welcome to come and watch and criticize and ridicule: I want to thank Siba An Zhenggong, Ayun’s first wife, Ren
The main palace of the puppet master, the main palace of Kurosawa Ji, the main palace of Kiyokuru, the main wife of the puppet master, and the little wife of the puppet master - I am very sad now, really sad, and it will never get better. From the author to the readers, they are all mentally retarded. Still.
Okay, there are still some normal people: Thank you dad for not asking to go to Sibaan, A Cup of Mission, King Zhu, Team Leader Rabbit, Reed Nian Nian, Bombay Fujin, Purple Guest in the Cloud, The Wind Knows the Distance of the Clouds,
Nastukamin Li, Ten Fingers Mokou, Scorpion's Feet, Wings of Wind and Clouds, Five Needles Pricking Dongliu, Little Girl from Yonge Forest... After looking at it, there seemed to be a few more normal people, which made me feel relieved.