As Lin Sanjiu thought, a card slipped into her hand.
In the light blue sky of the early morning, the words "Hello, sister?" on the card were glowing slightly. This was one of Ji Shanqing's special remote communicators, but this was the first time since she got it.
Come in handy.
After deactivating the card, she sat down and placed the heavy box on her knees. The coolness of some unknown metal penetrated her skin through the fabric of her pants. She thought for a while, reached out and dialed the first contact call.
The call sounded one after another, and was soon cut off by a familiar voice.
"Hello?"
The moment this voice entered her ears, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt a desire - she really hoped that the person answering on the other end of the contact was Ji Shanqing. The gift bag that had been with her day and night seemed to have been left behind after she left.
There is a hole that cannot be filled; wherever I look, I always feel that a face as white as jade is missing.
"Is it Woyu?"
She paused and suppressed the sudden strong thoughts again. She just left another communicator in exodus a few days ago, but she didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly: "I found the person who informed your committee.
That’s an informant.”
Although the name of the committee sounds nice, to put it bluntly, Woyu and his dead comrades are just one of the countless small-scale outcasts in the Twelve Realms. In order to survive in the Twelve Realms, these people have always
They have something to do; if they meet a fat sheep today, they will become "committees"; if they encounter a job recruitment notice tomorrow, they will become freight drivers again.
Like Mop, they all live at the bottom of the pyramid of Biluo Huangquan. From this point of view, the force that Mop can find is only about the same level as the "Committee to Suppress Inflation" - plus there are now
After making preparations, Lin Sanjiu really wasn't too worried about exodus's safety.
"...Tell Yu Yuan to ask him and Saras to pay more attention to him while I'm away. He is a guest in the system and Saras will cooperate." After explaining the matter briefly, Lin Sanjiu was at the scene.
I was wondering if I had missed anything, but I heard Woyu suddenly ask: "Well, what about me?"
"What?"
"I," Woyu's voice was still a bit dull. She suspected that he shed tears quietly because he thought of his dead partner just now - "I...what is my identity in the system?"
Lin Sanjiu paused and decided to be more straightforward. "I didn't register you in the system." She replied bluntly.
"Eh? Well, but Shales just gave me a glass of juice..."
That was because he had no identity in the system and had to rely on the system to meet his daily needs. In order to avoid confusion, Saras regarded him as their "pet". The truth was not very pleasant, so Lin Sanjiu
I can only respond with silence.
"I said," Woyu hesitated for a while, his breathing could be heard clearly. "Can you... can you also set me as a guest? To be honest, we have done this kind of thing before, of course, to rob the rich.
Help the poor. I mean, I have experience and know their ways. If I have the authority, I can at least help you a little bit."
Guest permissions can not only be adjusted, but can also be overwritten at any time. His request is quite conservative.
"I'll register it for you when I go back in the afternoon," Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and agreed, "I still want to go to the black market now."
Look at the time, it's time for the "Survive By Any Means!" family to open its doors.
Relying on the old captain to take care of him every day is not a long-term solution; what's more, someone is secretly watching exodus now, and it is easy for others to find out his whereabouts by maintaining a fixed schedule. For safety and convenience, she must rush again.
The owner of that shop—after all, two or three weeks had passed since she left the deposit, but she still hadn't seen the sign of her aircraft.
The store was darker than last time, shrouded in darkness. Only the dim white light in the corner vaguely outlined the objects in the store.
Lin San, a drunk driver, ducked his waist with ease, avoiding the swaying feet of several corpses above his head, and greeted the figure in the corner: "Good afternoon! Is there any news about what I want?"
As soon as she spoke, the sound of chair rollers scraping across the floor was heard from the corner; however, it was a young and even immature voice that answered her: "What do you want?" As she asked, the man stood up and walked away.
Stepping into the light, a small face as big as a palm was revealed.
In the dim light, he had smooth skin, thick curly hair, and his thin and slender body before development, so Lin Sanjiu almost mistaken him for a girl.
"You...who are you?" She looked at the child in front of her with some confusion, thinking that he could not be more than ten years old at most. "I'm here to see the shop owner, an old man."
"Just ask me, I'm the storekeeper." The boy turned the lamp and pointed the light at the table, as if he was deliberately trying to be calm in front of an adult: "What do you want?"
"When will he come back?" Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a few seconds, not wanting to make him feel that she looked down on him as a child.
"You tell me!" Perhaps because he grew up in the Twelve Worlds, the boy showed a rare childishness: "I know all the goods delivered to the store today!"
As if to prove that he had everything under control, he suddenly flipped through the documents. Many pieces of paper floated down the table, and he grabbed them again. "Look," he shook a piece of paper and sucked it.
Check your nose: "Registration of incoming orders!"
Even though it was just a quick glance in the darkness, Lin Sanjiu still caught the word "flying".
"Wait a minute," she shouted immediately, and hurriedly came up to take a closer look. She couldn't help being surprised and delighted: "This is it!"
The old man who owned the store only scrawled the words "flying equipment". When the boy led her to the back of the store, she still had no idea what her future means of transportation would look like. She suppressed her excitement.
, and got into a narrow aisle at the back of the store; the aisle was filled with all kinds of messy things. If you weren't careful, you might step into some metal utensil and be unable to pull it out.
"Hey, I forgot to close the store,"
The boy's experience was obviously not as rich as he deliberately showed. He left Lin Sanjiu behind and hurriedly closed the store. He also forgot to take the registration form for her to fingerprint; after she finished fingerprinting, the boy realized again.
It was too early to press the button, and she hadn't received the goods yet - the boy ran around several times and finally took her to see the flying instrument.
She once asked the shop owner that the appearance of the aircraft should be more ordinary; but she apparently forgot to add which world's standard should be used to measure "ordinary".
The aircraft, which is completely dark and has no reflection, is like a huge praying mantis lying down, leaning on the ground with two long "scythes" in front of it. The two "scythes" nearly ten meters high are pointed directly at the sky.
Lin Sanjiu's neck was sore because he raised his head, so he could clearly see the smooth and sharp arc at the top.
I didn't expect that old man to have obtained such an amazing amount of contraband.
The fuselage sandwiched between the two "scythes" looked so light and narrow that it was almost disproportionately small. She took a closer look and could barely make out a rectangular gap in the darkness - the door should be from here.
opened.
She reached out and touched it gently, and the smooth and cold texture was silent under her fingertips. Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but imagine what would happen when this pure black aircraft slowly landed on a piece of snow-white exodus.
What kind of scene... She knew that in essence, they were just a residence and a means of transportation; but their meaning to her was much more than that.
After wandering and struggling in the apocalyptic world for so many years, she finally began to gain the power to control her own life little by little.
This is a beginning; not only her life that has been shattered into pieces by the apocalypse, but perhaps even those friends who are unknown where they are, like isolated islands, can be reunited and connected again.
The first thing to do now is to drive it back to exodus.
She looked up and looked around, and except for the circular window of the cockpit above, she didn't see a single button or handle.
"How...how do I activate it?" Lin Sanjiu looked back at the boy with some hesitation.
Unexpectedly, the boy was more excited than she was. It was probably the first time he had seen this type of aircraft up close. He stood next to a "scythe" and kept looking at it up and down, making his body even shorter. Lin
Sanjiu called him several times before he responded: "Ah? I don't know."
"Didn't the shop owner tell you? Didn't he have information on starting, driving and maintenance?"
The boy looked away from the aircraft, glanced at her, and said in a serious tone: "I'm only nine years old."
...It makes sense, it seems that we have no choice but to call Yu Yuan out.
Lin Sanjiu called exodus again and asked Yu Yuan to disguise himself and come to Black Market. But even if he hung up and set off immediately, it would still take several hours to arrive; she thought about it and decided to wander around the black market first.
After strolling around to kill some time, I said hello to the boy and the two walked back through the narrow aisle into the dark shop.
"You've already had your fingerprints pressed. You should take it away as soon as possible." The boy muttered.
The aircraft far exceeded the weight that Lin Sanjiu's card could convert. However, these words made her confused, and she couldn't help but ask: "How did you get it into the yard? I can't just drive away like this."
?This is contraband after all."
"The aircraft we sell have forged license plates. They can take off directly from the yard without anyone taking care of them." The boy smiled, looking a bit proud.
Even after waiting for two or three weeks, Lin Sanjiu was very satisfied to be able to get something so smoothly and such an unimaginably beautiful aircraft. She said goodbye to the boy with a smile and turned around.
Walking out the door; when she lowered her waist, avoiding the feet on her head and the various goods around her and came outdoors, Teacher Yi spoke.
"Why, don't you say goodbye?" Her tone was a bit strange.
"With whom?" Lin Sanjiu asked, opening the map and trying to find a restaurant to try.
"Old man the owner."
"He is there?" Lin Sanjiu was surprised. "Where is he? Why didn't I see him just now?"
"He was hanging on your head just now." Teacher Yi said leisurely, "His feet were also dangling from your shoulders. Of course I saw it right...it was the old man who owned the shop."
My mom, due to Qidian system problems, I can no longer see 796, so I didn’t rush to replace the text. I just found out today that it turns out that I can read it on qq Reading! I’m sorry, fellow students of qq Reading, I asked you to guard an anti-theft stamp.
