Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2141 The combined attack on Pina

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Perhaps it was because the expression on Lin Sanjiu's face was too strong.

"Why..." Lin Sanjiu stammered and took a long time to find a question: "As a degenerate, why do you work in a food store? Wait, is it a part-time job?"

The cracked girl looked at her with a pair of eyes that were no different from ordinary people. "Degenerates have to live," it said disapprovingly, "this store provides me with room and board, so that I have the opportunity to express my desires, and the boss is often not there; compared to other fallen species, my this The work has been very good.”

"Release desire?"

It raised a gloved hand—Lin Sanjiu tightened his muscles reflexively—and gestured a few times in the air like a cut. It moved extremely fast, and the palm of the hand fainted into an unreadable shadow: "We split women—oh, there are also men who like to slice off the skin and muscles of living people... 0.1 mm of epidermis, I can slice dozens of them. Slices, as thin as snow. It would be better if there were children, that kind of screaming was very satisfying. That's why the boss introduced this slice... What do you say? Oh no, I won't eat it if it's human flesh."

It tilted its head and thought for a moment. At this moment, Lin Sanjiu almost wondered if she was having an absurd dream—she was standing on a busy downtown street, with orange lights all over the place. On his shoulders, facing a hot box of fried milk buns, he was listening to a degenerate talk about how it made a child.

Dreams don't get more bizarre than this.

"Because we are vegetarians, we will be left to work by your evolutionary people." When the woman said this, she waved her hands very frankly: "We degenerate species don't like your evolutionary people at all. It’s all forced by life.”

Now, Lin Sanjiu couldn't find a single problem. It's not that she doesn't have anything to ask, it's that there are too many questions.

After a long while, she murmured a sentence: "But... how can anyone trust the Fallen Seed?"

"Don't be so surprised," Chang Zu pointed in a direction behind Lin Sanjiu, "If you're worried, just go to the building over there and you'll find out. Come back after you've decided, I'll only accept you as a human guide. Half of the service charge. But," it didn't forget to put away the carton, "I'll keep the milk pack first."

The direction the woman pointed to was a white two-story building. It's sleek and smooth, but it's not surprising compared to other buildings. Lin Sanjiu stood in line on the porch for a while, and it was not until he paid for a ticket that he realized what building he was about to enter - "Rebuilding Life: Biluo Huangquan Retrospective Museum in Seventy Years".

The tour sequence of this museum starts from 70 years ago, when Biluohuangquan just ushered in the doomsday; "Wait in the exhibition area. She didn't understand why Changzuo let her come to the museum at first, until she stopped in surprise when she walked into the penultimate exhibition area.

"The History of Man and the Fallen Species", a long vertical sign is engraved with this line of words; a human evolutionary person is standing at the door yawning, with a work card hanging around her neck, which reads "paid docent".

However, the red crystal that Lin Sanjiu handed over did not inspire her professionalism.

"What you're seeing now are the typical degenerate species at the beginning of the apocalypse." Interestingly, as soon as the girl started walking, the two of them followed up with several evolutionaries who didn't pay for the explanation. "...After the evolutionary controlled the viruses in the Biluo Huangquan, the two most dangerous ones have been completely wiped out. You see, this is their specimen."

In a glass case filled with bright light, two inhuman brown corpses are soaking in the light; one of them is clearly a woman, because the sexual organs on her body have swelled to a shocking, nauseating level. The other one was huge, and even though only a layer of dry skin was left on the skeleton, it was still like a hill—on its deformed stapler-shaped head, the two small dark eye holes reminded Lin Sanjiu of the past. Komodo dragon seen at the zoo.

"After long-term observation, comparison and analysis, we have retained two types of degenerates. These two degenerates have proven to be very useful to us for decades." The narrator yawned again and turned back. I stared at a few tourists who listened to the explanation for free.

In the next glass cabinet, Lin Sanjiu saw a long-haired mummified corpse, the arm bone was as thin as a blade, and a piece of folded web-like flesh was connected to the body. Its mouth was half-open, and the gigantic gap looked as if it would split its head in two.

"Rip Girl," the narrator tapped on the glass case. "Mild temperament, low ability, vegetarian. So many people like to keep one, and it has a wide range of uses."

A three-minute walk away from this mummy, there is one of its living counterparts; perhaps Changzu also wore a mask and paid for tickets to visit its unfortunate predecessors. Thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel a little complicated in his heart.

What do you think when you see a mummified corpse?

"Vegetarian, does it only eat vegetables and fruits?" a man asked, "that's precious, I can't eat it!"

"No," the guide replied after glancing at Lin Sanjiu, "Vegetarianism means that they live by sucking human screams, fear, adrenaline and the like."

"Where to find it?" She frowned.

"There are as many as you want. There's a group that collects this in the post-apocalyptic world... Oh, there's a 'scare house' under their banner in the black market, where the gasses and screams of tourists will be preserved. Come down and sell it to the owner of the woman with a split mouth." The round-faced girl also suggested: "You can also try it, it's very interesting, and the tickets are not expensive."

"Why work with the Fallen? What can they do?" she asked.

"Everyone is an evolutionary," the narrator girl suddenly sighed, "If it weren't for the lack of money, who would like to work like a nerd? Especially some dirty work, and no one does it. For example, the cleaning and sanitation of the black market, the cleaning, garbage collection, transportation, burning of each street... At least five adults will spend a whole night. But if it is replaced by degenerate species, each street only needs to put one. That's enough, you don't have to give them time to rest, and you don't have to be afraid of them getting sick, as long as they can't die anyway."

Lin Sanjiu stopped talking.

The other is a male fallen species. The corpse does not look significantly different from humans. It is said that the biggest difference between its life-a layer of yellow gas under the skin-has dissipated with death.

"Although you use red crystals, have you ever thought about who drilled into the crater hundreds of meters, excavated red crystals, and polished them into different sizes?" the commentator asked as if reciting words. She seemed to have been waiting to get off work and kept looking at her watch. "It's this type of Fallen Seed. We Biluohuangquan send a batch of Miner Fallen Seeds to the Red Nautilus every 14 months, at the cost of 1/4,000th of their work."

"Aren't you afraid of the degenerates resisting?"

"Then you can see the control methods we have developed for the fallen species." The commentator girl walked into a small hall with a larger and larger group of people. In this small hall, Lin Sanjiu immediately saw dozens of props that were detained, manipulated, and restrained - from electric shock collars, remote control chips, to Pavlov's dog neuron; the transparent exhibition boxes lined up one by one , can make a freest life the most uneasy worry.

"A lot of them are produced by Biluo Academy," the commentator girl was unmoved at all, and she was obviously accustomed to it: "In addition to tangible things, there are also many techniques for domestication and training. We make sure that every one is released to work. The fallen species understand this truth: Humans are the God who guarantees their lives, and obeying our commands is the best way for them to survive."

At the end of the tour, she led everyone to the next exhibition area. Standing at the door, the round-faced girl continued to recite the words: "However, our world is facing an increasingly urgent problem. In the past 70 years, the fallen species have gradually died due to various reasons, and now the stock is only 15% of the year. Our demand has risen by half, but it has not been effectively replenished because the end of the day. In the future, how we will solve the human problem is still an unanswered question.”

After walking out of the museum, Lin Sanjiu walked towards the narrow shop crammed between the buildings.

As the night deepened, the pedestrians on the street finally became sparser. An orange-yellow light bulb hangs over the iron plate, illuminating it to a somewhat desolate emptiness. Long-term still did not close the store, wearing a mask, sitting bored behind the window. It didn't see Lin Sanjiu at first, and just stared at the night sky in a daze; when her shadow suddenly covered the iron plate, the girl with a split mouth was startled and jumped up immediately.

It didn't speak, just stared straight at Lin Sanjiu, waiting for her to speak first.

Lin Sanjiu looked down at the iron plate—it had been cleaned up, shining with a smooth metallic light. She suddenly thought for some reason that Changju used its boss's fried milk bag as a gift, trying to take a private job for itself, which was probably also a form of corruption.

"What do you save your private money for?" After a while, she asked coldly.

"Find someone." Chang Zuo answered briefly, and then stopped talking.

"Who?"

The gaping girl glanced at her: "What does it matter? Are you hiring me?"

The two looked at each other for a while before Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth.

"You fallen species, don't you have the concept of 'good' in your mind?"

"Do you need me to do good to you?" Changzu asked.

She thought about it for a while, then suddenly laughed, pointed to the carton beside the iron plate and said, "Give me the fried milk bag. I'll taste it."

Long Foot slowly stretched out his hand, and the bulging sleeves should be stuffed with its webbed. It took the carton and handed it to her under the orange light bulb.

The little **** is a little cold, like the night when the people are dwindling.