Doomsday Wonderland

At around eleven o'clock that night, when Wu Lun came home from get off work and opened the door, Lin Sanjiu was putting a stocking on his head.

She heard the sound and turned her head towards the door; before the stockings could be pulled to the end, her eyebrows were pressed and changed into a triangle with two eyebrows. As soon as Wu Lun raised his head, his movements stopped and he stood blankly at the door, forgetting to take out the key.

"You're back," Lin Sanjiu greeted.

"No...no, that's not right." Wu Lun closed his eyes hard, as if he hoped that when he opened them again, Lin Sanjiu would disappear on the spot. But when she opened her eyes again, Lin Sanjiu had already pulled her stockings up to her neck and asked, "Can you recognize my face?"

Wu Lun closed the door and shook his head desperately: "No, no, this won't work."

"Don't worry, I won't be in danger." Just rob a bank.

"Absolutely not, it's not you I'm worried about. Take off my socks."

Lin Sanjiu took off the stockings she found from the closet and asked, "Then what can you do? Didn't you say you wanted to help me yesterday morning?"

After her phone call yesterday morning, Wu Lun quickly realized that giving her money to advertise and find someone was the best way to avoid the destruction of the world, so the BA girl said a lot of rhetoric in a moment of excitement. However, after two days of various discussions, experiments, insomnia, and work, Wu Lun's ambition and energy were now visibly deflated.

"I really don't understand," Wu Lun opened the door, took out the key, closed the door again, and muttered: "Why do you want me to be a BA to save the world? And why is the way to save the world is to make money?"

She sat down on the sofa with a sigh and rubbed her calves like an old lady. "If I knew how to make money, would I still be a BA standing around all day long? You... you really can't do it again, you listen to what people say?"

Probably thinking of what was sitting under his butt, Wu Lun's eyes lit up. Lin Sanjiu shook her head, shattering her luck: "A capability description can only be used once."

Yesterday - or in the early hours of this morning, she finally got through the cooling time of [Pygmalion Collar] and woke Wu Lun immediately. Lin Sanjiu already knew where the latter's wallet was hidden; not only did he know it, he also took out a 100-yuan bill with the largest face value and asked Wu Lun to read to him the ability to "replicate a large number of certain objects" describe.

Just like the naturally evolved abilities, the effect abilities produced by [Pygmalion Collar] also have various limitations and are not omnipotent. Taking a large number of copied objects as an example, Lin Sanjiu soon discovered that if she was copying something simple, such as a piece of white paper, then its reproduction speed would be almost unlimited, just two or three seconds. , the large amount of copied white paper overwhelmed one of Wu Lun's beds. However, in order to prevent counterfeiting, the materials and processes for making banknotes are very complicated; until she used up all five minutes, the copied cash only filled a small area of ​​the floor.

Regarding this amount, Teacher Yi explained that it may be because the collar effect and potential value have been weakened a bit.

Lin Sanjiu looked dissatisfied, but Wu Lun was driven away from all his sleepiness. This girl seemed to be a little obsessed with money. She jumped on the pile of money, grabbed the banknotes one by one, and kept exclaiming in a low voice: "It's really the same!"

Unlike making counterfeit banknotes, what Lin Sanjiu copied was real money, enough to pass any sophisticated counterfeit banknote inspection machine. But the problem is that each of them is exactly the same as the parent banknote used as a template.

Corner breaks, slight stains, fold marks... and most importantly, the banknote serial numbers are exactly the same. It doesn't matter if there are only two or three. When more than a thousand banknotes are put together - this number was counted by Wu Lun all night long - their similarities converge into a very impactful picture. Even just a glance can make ordinary people immediately notice that something is wrong.

"It's impossible to advertise with this amount of money,"

Wu Lun carefully and cherishedly folded the banknotes into neat piles, tied them tightly with rubber bands and stuffed them under the sofa. He said with satisfaction: "When people saw that so much cash had the same serial number, they were stunned on the spot. You have to call the police. You can't deposit it into the bank...even the ATM machine will know something is wrong. If you want me to see it, just spend it one at a time, so that there will be no problems."

After asking what he could do with a hundred dollars, Lin Sanjiu only had the idea of ​​illegally obtaining money in his mind. It's not practical to go to the museum again. She can't just focus on the same sheep. Besides, even if she takes something, she doesn't know who to sell it to. She wants to share the stolen goods with Han Jun, but when she called her, she couldn't get through. ——She thought about it and couldn't think of a way, so Wu Lun's new stockings bought for work were ruined.

"Otherwise, let's print small advertisements tomorrow and I'll have a rest tomorrow." After finally convincing her, Wu Lun suggested vaguely before going to bed: "First find a shop that costs 100 yuan to print. After posting it, I’ll find another one to pay for 100 yuan...it’s all real money anyway, right?”

The efficiency is a bit lower, but being able to deliver the news earlier is ultimately better than sitting at home and worrying.

Lin Sanjiu didn't sleep at all that night.

Now, less than half of her waking hours are spent constantly training, purifying, and refining her consciousness. Teacher Yi said that if such intensity of training had been carried out in the past, she would have been able to upgrade after half a year or a year; but now, it can only keep her consciousness level from falling.

Moreover, it seems that the time to hold will gradually become shorter, and the time spent training will become longer and longer.

There will come a day when, even if she doesn't eat, drink or sleep, she won't be able to maintain her declining level of consciousness... Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes in the early morning sunshine, feeling the abundant and lively consciousness while thought. By the time she figures out a way to deliver the message to the apocalyptic world, how far will her abilities have declined?

...What if she can't find a way to deliver the message?

"Good morning,"

While she was lost in thought, Wu Lun stretched out from under the quilt, and the shadow of his arm stretched straight into the light orange sunlight blocked by the curtains, like a peaceful painting. "Give me half an hour and we can go out."

Lin Sanjiu nodded silently and focused his thoughts on "how to make money" again.

In order to keep the small advertisement posted for as long as possible, the two put a lot of thought into the content.

It's not okay to just say that I'm looking for an evolver. I'm afraid it will be dismissed as nonsense. Generally speaking, small advertisements about missing people, dogs, and lost objects last longer. Lin Sanjiu thought about it and decided to put up a "missing person notice."

In order to increase its impact and allow people passing by to notice it at a glance, she also prepared a photo - find a similar photo, use the [power of description] to modify it according to memory, and it will become what she wants. The effect is gone.

An hour later, while Wu Lun was eating ice cream, he watched the printer in the shop slowly spit out a missing person notice.

Search notices:

The man in the picture is my uncle and I am his niece. My uncle, known as "Mad Dog," had a large business and had many employees in twelve locations. The employees liked to wear wooden puppet earrings in their ears. He always takes a lot of people with him when he goes out, but this time he went to a place where there was no internet and the employees got separated from him. Now I am looking for him.

The machine typed out this paragraph in an orderly manner, and then continued to spit out words.

If you know about those twelve places, if you know about people like my uncle, if you still want to go back to those twelve places, you are welcome to contact the following number, and you will be rewarded heavily.

Next, there is a string of Han Jun’s mobile phone number.

The printer was still buzzing; Wu Lun was also looking at it casually, and suddenly his hand shook and he almost threw the ice cream in his hand. "Holy shit," she unexpectedly swore a curse word, "W-Who is this? How...why is it so...he is really your uncle?"

"Uncle or uncle, I forgot, what does it matter? It's not true anyway." Lin Sanjiu replied in a low voice. The fat proprietress of the print shop was sitting at another table behind her playing games, her ears eager to turn back to listen to what they were talking about.

"It's too, too scary," Wu Lun cried, and began to tremble again: "Although if you look closely, it doesn't seem to have blood-mouthed fangs, but why..."

He actually dared to "take a closer look". It seemed that a real person was not present, and the chilling effect was just not good. Can this still attract other people’s attention?

Lin Sanjiu sighed, picked up the first typed missing person notice, and waved it in front of the landlady's eyes: "Do you think this is right?"

The landlady's body jumped, and she subconsciously pushed the chair away and took two steps back, then narrowed her eyes and looked carefully for a while.

"Wow," she exclaimed in a low voice, "there is a kind of... what is it called, oh, gothic beauty."

Fine.

Lin Sanjiu held back her words, silently put away the typed missing person notice, and asked: "How many black and white ones can be printed for one hundred yuan?"

"We usually pay one yuan a piece," the landlady replied.

After a long time, Lin Sanjiu once again felt McDuck's ability heating up in her body.

The lady boss continued: "If you hit more, I'll give you a discount, fifty cents a piece. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net"

...McDuck might also be unhappy if he knew that as the richest man, he could only pick out 50 cents here.

After the two left the print shop with two hundred missing person notices, they followed Wu Lun's suggestion and posted small advertisements on every bus stop and telephone pole along the bus lines. From the perspective of an evolver, Lin Sanjiu also posted some stickers outside supermarkets, sporting goods stores, pharmacies and hardware stores - each store gave a hundred yuan as a tip for allowing postings. Being able to post hundreds of posts a day is already a lot; but this is still too slow, especially since Wu Lun had to rest and buy snacks along the way, which was a bit of a waste of time.

"I walked at least 20,000 steps with you today." She didn't feel that she was slow at all, and wanted to take credit: "My feet hurt, why don't you ask me for a massage tonight?"

Just when Lin Sanjiu was about to respond, he suddenly heard Han Jun's cell phone ring in his pocket, and his heart beat a few beats faster.

Did anyone see the ad so soon?

She hurriedly took out her phone and looked at it, and was stunned. What came in was a text message, sent from an unknown number, with only one sentence in it - "Husband, where are you?"