Doomsday Wonderland

When Lin Sanjiu returned to Black Market, it was already noon the next day. Instead of rushing back to Exodus, she and hundreds of other people went through a disinfectant bath of potions and infrared rays, and entered the black market again.

The area of ​​Black Market is probably wider than the capital of a country. Lin Sanjiu walked through Gate A today and felt as if she had arrived in a new place. Everything she saw was unfamiliar; she walked along the street for a few minutes and even had to take out a black market map. Then I was sure that I was indeed in Black Market now.

The last night she spent in the black market was filled with the sweet smell of all kinds of food, mixed with laughter and faint singing into the warm air; round and fat orange street lamps floated above people's heads, illuminating the scene. The faces were rosy, bright and sweaty.

But the block in Gate A has a cold face.

It should be time for the black market to gradually become more lively, but there are still very few pedestrians in this neighborhood. No one's eyes would meet each other, let alone their shoulders - some people had sinister faces and only looked at the passers-by from under their eyes; some people's muscles were bulging high, and their steps were long and heavy, and every time they stepped on the ground, The muffled sound is like a warning full of aggression.

If they get close to each other, it may indeed be a bit troublesome: almost everyone is carrying some different styles of weapons, sometimes even difficult to identify.

Lin Sanjiu lowered her gaze slightly, pretending not to see the group of people coming towards her.

In this gloomy neighborhood, the groups of people occupying most of the street are particularly eye-catching, not to mention that each of their faces is covered with an extremely uncomfortable gas mask-everyone is It looks like it has an enlarged and distorted face of a fly, with a dark light glowing on the large round eye glass, as if it is always sizing up its prey with a greedy look.

Among the five or six people, there were men and women, and most of them happened to be dressed in tactical vests and trousers. When Lin Sanjiu passed by them, the group suddenly slowed down and turned their heads towards her.

Lin Sanjiu didn't pause in his steps, or even distanced himself from them. He still walked past a member without looking away. The moment the two passed each other, they were only a fist apart.

A group of fly-like faces stared at her silently for a few seconds, casting a clear and heavy gaze on her back. She put her hands in her trouser pockets and walked expressionlessly for a while. Finally, footsteps came from behind her, and they gradually faded away in her tense nerves.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of people sniff the blood of the weak in the apocalyptic world. Even after coming to the Twelve Realms, they still have old habits that are hard to change; only when facing people on the upper level of the food chain, they will control their hands and feet and turn around and leave. Not only should you not show weakness, you should not even show the slightest hint of caution.

A sturdy man carrying a one-man mortar on his shoulders walked past not far away from the field of view; Lin Sanjiu glanced in the direction he came from, and his eyes fell on a sign that read "Survive by any means necessary!" "One line of words on the signboard.

Under the sign is a row of iron doors, half open and half closed, with an "Open" sign hanging on it.

As soon as I walked in, the light suddenly dimmed, and I was greeted by a smell of dust. Many black shadows of different shapes hung on the ceiling, hanging down in the air like dense aerial roots of old trees. She had to bend down slightly, trying to avoid all kinds of things in the air, and walked deeper into the store.

A dim white lamp was on reluctantly at the back of the store, as if it would be blown out by the dimness at any time. As soon as Lin Sanjiu turned around in that direction, she accidentally bumped into two objects hanging from the ceiling. A hard touch hit her shoulders. She turned around to avoid it, but suddenly turned her head and stared at her. They froze in action.

Two feet wearing hiking boots were dangling in the air.

"The owner of this pair of feet wants to use a fake thing to defraud me of my goods." A hoarse and low voice suddenly broke the silence. The speaker sounded old, and his throat seemed to be permanently inflamed: "The feet next to him are black market investigators who maintain law and order."

Lin Sanjiu turned her eyes blankly, and sure enough she found a pair of feet wearing leather boots hanging not far behind the pair of hiking boots. She did not look all the way up from her feet, but turned her head to look at the shopkeeper who was sitting behind the light at some point.

He had sparse gray hair and was sixty or seventy years old. His cheeks drooped flabby, and a deep ravine formed beside his nose and lips. The old man picked up a cigarette with yellow fingers and said without looking at Lin Sanjiu, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Lin Sanjiu glanced around and saw that there was no third pair of feet hanging down beside him. Then he calmed down and asked, "Do you have any means of transportation? It's best to go as fast as an airplane."

The old man cleared his throat heavily and made a loud phlegm sound. He raised his cloudy eyes with a half-smile and took a puff of cigarette: "Come here to find transportation? Didn't you see the sign?"

Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a few seconds. She didn't want to act like a newcomer, so she took out a black market map and told him that she had followed the instructions. Fortunately, the old man coughed, and then said, "Why, the shuttle bus provided by Night Travel Girl is not enough for you to take." What?"

"Night Traveling Girl" is one of the organizations that operates and manages the twelve realms. All the means of transportation that Lin Sanjiu took in the Blue Falling Yellow Spring were provided by this organization without exception, and all the red crystals she spent for this were also used. its fanny pack. However, the area near the Grand Canyon is sparsely populated, and there are even fewer transportation options. The last flight she took was not only not fast, but also only stopped at Mid-Levels Town. It was also very punctual. How many times could it fly in a day and when? , all uncertain - she didn't dare to leave her life to the old captain's mood.

"It's not convenient." She only answered briefly, feeling faintly disappointed.

The old man coughed loudly for a while, and when he finally stopped the hissing sound in his lungs, he took another puff of cigarette and squinted his eyes in the smoke of inferior tobacco.

"How much are you willing to pay?"

"You have?" Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up.

"I only have one self-propelled wheel for my own use." The old man said with a smile, deep wrinkles on his face. "But you came to my place at the right time."

"How to say?"

"I can spread the word for you and see if anyone can get an aircraft or something." He cleared his throat, as if his vocal cords were about to burst: "But this kind of contraband is difficult, you have to be patient and wait. ."

Contraband?

Perhaps Lin Sanjiu's expression betrayed her idea. The old man chuckled and said, "So you don't know. All vehicles with a speed of more than 30 kilometers per hour are contraband."

"Why?"

"Why? For money." The old man put out his cigarette butt and slowly leaned back on the chair, his spine crackling. "Unless you are a big shot in the Twelve Worlds...no one can have their own plane or land boat. Oh, except for one thing."

"What?"

"The Flying Spider," the old man smiled, showing teeth yellowed by smoke, "because its focus is not on speed."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but rub the center of his brows and let out a long sigh.

"How about it, do you still want me to ask?"

She paused and gritted her teeth slightly: "Ask."

"Then you'd better choose a place where no one is around." The old man spit on the ground, straightened up and wiped his mouth: "Now let's talk about the deposit."

"You still need a deposit? What if no one has a flying machine?"

"There's no refund then. I never work for free." The old man lazily touched a stuffed pet dog on the table. "You may not know it yet, but you have no choice."

Two hours later, after walking around in circles and returning without success, Lin Sanjiu finally opened the door again with a look of dejection and said, "Whatever it takes to survive!"

"It's not expensive," the old man chuckled for a while, watching her almost get kicked in the shoulder by the dead man on the ceiling. "If you agree earlier, you don't have to waste so much time."

He said it was not expensive, but UU Reading www.uukanshu.net was really not expensive. For some reason, the shopkeeper refused to accept the red crystals and still insisted on exchanging things for things. The fresh vegetables, meat, flour, and some tobacco and alcohol that Lin Sanjiu gave her in a gift package, as well as some tobacco and alcohol that she didn't know when, were brought in for Qing Jiu, even if they were exchanged. Passed the deposit.

The journey back to the Grand Canyon was actually more torturous than when we came here. She found a hooded coat and covered her head. With some guilt that she didn't know where it came from, she stood at the entrance of Banshan Town and waited for more than an hour before the old and broken plane finally arrived. small plane.

When the old captain found that she was the only passenger, he waved his hands hesitantly and said that he had drunk too much and could not fly; she had to take out another bag of red crystals to wake up the captain suddenly.

When we got off the plane, it was already dark. Lin Sanjiu dragged his sore bones and trekked for an hour at nightfall before finally seeing another forest created as a camouflage barrier. She climbed up the canyon, followed the suspension bridge under the river, and groped down step by step in the darkness. She felt like she was getting further and further away from the world, as if she was a dead soul gradually sinking into the abyss.

Everything about Exodus is great, but the location is really annoying.

This complaint weighed heavily on her stomach, causing her to sigh constantly along the way. When she finally stepped onto the iron stair, the ring wall in front of her seemed to sense her weight, and suddenly a gentle silvery white light slowly lit up in the deathly darkness, like the eternal and peaceful other side of the Styx. .

"Welcome home, Steward," Sarath said in a soft voice.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu had no complaints at all.

"I only have one night, and I have to leave again tomorrow." She gently stroked the hydraulic door opened for her, feeling like a long-lost relative reunited. "Come, take me sightseeing."