Doomsday Wonderland

If Lin Sanjiu had the time and opportunity to write a list for the moment of reunion, she would write down the following facts:

1. After Kurosawa Ji recognized her, the line between his eyebrows full of irritability suddenly disappeared, as if someone had gently lifted her away with his fingers and thrown it into the air. Surprise raised one of his eyebrows, and he looked at Lin Sanjiu, even tilting his head like a teenager, as if she was not her, but a unicorn rushing out of the rainbow.

Second, when Kurosawa Ji asked her, "Is this the guy you want to hit?" Igaraki was already pinned to the ground. The crescent-shaped black blade curved perfectly to fit on the back of the old man's neck. The two crescent tips pressed against the ground, and the thin, cold edge made a layer of white hair stand up on his thick neck.

Third, the female NPC crossed the counter and glanced at Wu Ming, but she was not too angry. From Lin Sanjiu's angle, she could just see her shoulders relax. She then raised her head, looked at the roof and asked, "What are you going to do to him?" It was as if the waiter was asking, "Have you decided what to order?"

Four, she was very, very happy.

"Why...why are you here?" Lin Sanjiu glanced at the linen strip again. It was lying on the ground like an empty snake skin that had fallen off, and the end was still hanging on the edge of Kurosawa Ji's boots. He basically wears whatever he grabs, but everything he grabs seems to belong to him naturally and come closer to him - even the bandage wrapped around his hand seems to have traveled half the world before finally finding its owner. .

"Didn't you call me out?" Even if he met his old friend, Kurosawa Ji did not forget the important point at hand: "Hurry up, I have to finish the first fight before we can chat."

Just like the genie coming out from rubbing the magic lamp, Lin Sanjiu thought to himself and nodded: "That's him. Can you help me suppress him temporarily? I have something to say with the NPC."

"No, we have to fight." Kurosawa Ji's words surprised her, "The first powerful force is to be called for fighting."

What is this mess?

Lin Sanjiu wanted to ask a lot of things, but Kurosawa Ji understood that he couldn't chat now, so he could only scratch his face: "... then you can do whatever you want, pull him up and have a fight with him. Yes. Don’t kill him, don’t hurt his internal organs.”

"Why?" Kurosawa Ji just asked, then waved his hand, "Forget it, it's not important now."

Oh, and there is a fifth fact: a "battle" between him and Igoaki, to the uninformed, looks like a coach training athletes. Every time Igaraki was knocked down, he was very dissatisfied - "Stand up!", or "You have the ability, right? Use it!" - but to be fair, the latter sentence was very unsatisfactory to Igaraki Very unfair. It's not that the old man doesn't want to use his ability, it's just that he has no chance to use it.

With such a show going on in front of everyone, Lin Sanjiu jumped off the roof with confidence and put his arms on the counter. The female NPC looked at the figure thrashing and screaming behind her for a while, and the light that was constantly interrupted gently swayed on her face; for a while she looked at Lin Sanjiu, as if she was a species that was discovered for the first time - " What do you want to do?"

"I have a lot of questions," she said with a smile at the female NPC, "but let's start with the process you are familiar with."

"What process?"

Lin Sanjiu placed a small, transparent plastic tissue that was almost invisible without a magnifying glass on the counter. If a kidney can be sold for 5 points, then a cornea should be at least at the same price level; after all, if people were given a choice between losing a kidney or losing half the vision, everyone would choose to lose a kidney, right?

"Oh," the female NPC's fat and pink face showed no trace of fluctuation: "1 o'clock."

"What? But the kidneys all have-"

"One point," the female NPC raised her eyelids, "The kidney is also 1 point."

...The little shopkeeper lied to her.

As a result, the heart, brain, kidneys... each of these organs worth collecting is only worth 1 point. Lin Sanjiu felt uncomfortable in her throat: Even if a person's life was stripped clean from the inside out, all he could do was pay off the debt for her.

"Player Information Letter..." She had given up hope. Maybe the shopkeeper had lied to her. Unexpectedly, the female NPC nodded: "Oh, there are some for sale. But you don't have enough points. I need one." 5 o'clock."

2 corneas, 2 kidneys, and a heart can only be exchanged for a thin book.

Human life in the apocalyptic world is worthless, but she never thought that it could be so worthless.

"Where's the blood?" she asked in a dry voice. The muffled sound when Igoaki's body was thrown to the ground immediately raised the question in her mind, "Are the organs not damaged?" It had only been an hour or two since she had been in the hospital, and in her mind, people had already turned into meat bags filled with points—she was certainly not the first to think so.

"10 liters, 1 point, regardless of blood type. Too much blood, worthless." In other words, there is no problem in mixing the blood of different people. Lin Sanjiu was made nauseous by her own imagination.

The NPC is indeed an NPC, and he is much more patient than the small shop owner who only wants to deceive people. "You can sell survival probability," she suggested. "There are seven levels in total, from extremely high, high, medium-high, medium... to extremely low. One level is 1 point. Even if you sell 5 levels, you still have a chance to survive. It’s much more cost-effective than selling organs. Of course, you can buy it if you can sell it, as long as you have enough points.”

"The survival probability is prepared for lava after discharge..." Lin Sanjiu glanced at the charge desk, "But how can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"The body is in full condition and the combat power has been fully restored." The female NPC didn't seem worried at all that she would ask for all the information and then stop buying the Player Information Letter. She may have guessed what Lin Sanjiu was thinking, and said with a smile: "The Player Information Letter contains the most critical information about Lava. I don't know, you can only buy it and take a look. Oh, but the Information Letter cannot be recycled. "

Lin Sanjiu suddenly frowned.

"Wait," she interjected, "Full body...? What if one of my organs was stolen?"

"It's easy, buy it back."

"Even if someone is left with nothing but an empty shell, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net As long as I buy enough organs and put them in, he can survive and be discharged from the hospital?"

"As long as the conditions are met."

She asked a few more questions and found out: Unless the person was crushed to death like a bug, by simply taking away the organs, the patient would only suffer corresponding consequences such as coma, but would not truly die.

Lin Sanjiu thought about it for a while.

The appearance of the Igho siblings is complete, but are they not discharged from the hospital because their combat strength has not fully recovered, or because some internal organs have been lost? Sesame Pancake and the bearded man were both people who had been in and out of the hospital once. They knew how cruel it was, so why would they rather come back here? There are hardly many players in the lava world outside, but the general hospital is like a magnet and retains so many people...why?

After these few seconds of contemplation, a thought suddenly passed through Lin Sanjiu's mind like lightning.

She actually forgot one of her advantages.

She doesn't have to think about selling her organs, she can - even if only temporarily - she can earn points at no cost.