Doomsday Wonderland

"Can you remove the bandage?"

When Yun Qiang sat on a sofa and asked questions, he leaned forward slightly and his hands were twisted together. At such a close distance, the chief executive seemed to be taller; the tough and calm momentum on his body seemed to bring an invisible weight, and even people had to hold their breath slightly.

"Well, the doctor said it is almost the same." The teenager sitting cross-legged on the bed should have a voice, just raised his hand, but was stopped by the cloud - "You can't see, let me come." He said, while standing up Cut the bandage on the back of the boy's head.

Such a tough guy, the movement is very detailed; the white bandage loosened down in a circle, slipped on the bed, gradually revealing the thin scars on the juvenile face, staggered on his clean white cheeks.

Yun moved to bend down and looked closely at the cheeks of a teenager for a while. His breath was sprayed on the skin, and the side of the nerve necrosis felt a little warmer. "The color of these cockroaches is much lighter than the last one." The cloud moved straight up and seemed to be relieved. "It seems that after a long time, your skin will become the same as before."

"I am not a girl, what is the relationship between the skin?" Ayun laughed, but reached out and touched his half face. "I don't know if the blood of the autumn has faded? The guy didn't look good."

"I will go see it for you, and pass on your words to her by the way." Yun moved a rare joke and picked up a can of ointment next to him: "Is this wiped?"

"Yes - the chief officer, I have been asking you to take care of our three wounded people these days. I am sorry."

"Now that this epidemic is raging, everyone can't go out. Of course, my only healthy evolutionary person will do more work." Even when Yun moved to smile, his hard facial lines were not softened. He lifted the boy's chin and put a cool ointment on his face: "...I only hope that you will get better soon."

"Thank you, the chief executive." Ayun did not dare to move his head up, because of the excitement, the long eyelashes trembled and cast a shadow.

"Young people are recovering quickly," Yun Qian retracted his hand, and Shantou looked at him. "Painted! Don't mess."

The boy smiled a little shyly, revealing a row of white teeth in the plum-like blush. However, the nerve on his right side was destroyed, and the fluctuation of a little expression was gone. It seemed that only half of it was a smile and the other half was calm and waveless.

Yun Qiang’s eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, nodded and turned to the door.

Just when the governor was about to leave, the boy suddenly remembered something and asked: "The chief executive, the evolutionary people out of the city have news?"

"An evolutionary has come back this morning." Yun Qian opened the door of half of the door and stopped. He turned back and said.

The teenager was taken aback and his eyes immediately lit up: "Great! Who is it, how?"

The general manager wrinkled his two sharp eyebrows: "I really didn't have an impression on him. I have to go back and check the roster. He was not hurt. When he came back, he fell asleep. For the time being, he didn't know if he had it. Get the information... but no matter what, he can come back alive."

Speaking of this, Yun moved to the corner of his mouth, and suddenly paused: "If you have lost too many evolvers because of this task, I am the sinner of the Ninetowns."

Seeing that the governor had finished speaking, he turned and went out. Lin Sanshui glanced at the sunset and breathed a sigh of relief – it seems that today is nothing to gain. In the orange-red sunset light, she creeped back to the attic in the façade, and she felt that she was already rushing from madness and madness; no one found it right now, once someone noticed it. She did not even have a valid reason to explain her behavior.

As long as the puppet master is sober, the Yunshou Ninetowns are a relatively complete and functioning world. Perhaps it is because of the information he learned afterwards, and it has been filled into memory in disguise? Lin Sanjiu was sleepy and tired, thinking in a confused way.

Since she entered the territory of the data body, she has never looked at her eyes. She did not dare to make her consciousness appear a little vague when she thought of the darkness of her data.

Before it was over, but in the Yunshou Ninetowns, looking at the sun rising every day, even her biological clock is assimilated, whether it is physical or spiritual, it feels like it has been at least a month. Even the evolutionary can't stand this slowly—Lin San wine slammed himself, and even suspected that this was the purpose of the data body: maybe they just want to make themselves sleepy and lose all their resistance?

The slightest pain on the skin didn't even work at all. After she sat down in the attic, the raging dilemma finally revealed its power: Lin Sanjiu felt that his mind was getting more and more dizzy, his eyelids were glued together for a while, and every time he opened it again, he seemed to run out. The whole body is strong. Sleep actually released such a sweet temptation, so that she just wants to give up simply, do not want anything, how to manage others...

I don't know how long I struggled. When Lin Sanjiu slowly closed her eyes, a series of loud footsteps quickly approached from below, and a slamming echo on the wooden floor. She was shocked and awoke up. When she heard it, she found that there was more than one person. The destination seemed to be the attic. Lin San stood up and looked around and quickly turned out from the window.

The facade of the Chief Executive was flat and neat, and there was almost no place to borrow. She grabbed a sloping green stalk in one hand and stepped on the edge of the window on the next floor. This stabilized the body.

"Oh," it sounded like the door embedded in the attic floor was pushed open.

"Head of the General," the first one actually sounded the voice of Ayun. "Is it here first?"

Did you just fall asleep and unknowingly passed a long time? Lin San wine, a feeling that the memory flow of the doll teacher seems to be getting faster and faster recently; she slowly adjusted the angle and moved herself to the bottom of the attic window, looking inside.

Although the attic of the Changguan government was already very spacious, when Yun moved in, it suddenly became narrow, as if it could not accommodate the calm and tall general manager; he turned his back to Lin Sanjiu. Twilight shines in from the other side of the window, only to let people see his dark back.

There were countless tiny dusts floating in the air, and they were dyed with floating golden red particles by a round of yolk-like sunset. The boy named Ayun’s hands holding an iron box seemed to be so heavy that he felt awkward; he gasped and slammed the thing on the floor, suddenly igniting a layer of floating ash. He was suddenly coughed up and his face was flushed.

Yun Qian took a picture of his back. "Is it okay?"

"Nothing, but the right side is not very flexible."

The back of Yun Qiang squatted in front of the iron box, and the tone was light, as if he was afraid of scaring it. He slowly stroked the surface of the box and said in a near-whistling tone: "Yes, that's it... it's it. I, I've been looking for it for a long time, still dying... I can't think of it, one day. I can really see it again..."

"The chief official, thanks to your insistence at the time, thanks to Gong Da Ge who took the risk and brought it back." The boy also followed him and moved to the cloud to reveal one - half a clear smile. He turned his head and looked at the iron box, and his tone was a bit surprising: "But... can such an ordinary iron box really work?"

Yun Qiang slowly reached out and his fingers were constantly shaking. He swallowed his throat and it seemed that it was hard to calm down: "Of course, I just started it."

"Already-?" The boy suddenly became a surprise, carefully looking at the box for a while, but did not see anything. "There is no sound at all... I used to think that the artificial intelligence command station should look very high-tech, at least have a screen?"

Yun moved to look at him and whispered: "Yes, it has everything."

But he did not wait for Ayun to ask again, and suddenly stood up and strode to the attic staircase: "Go - now is not ripe."

The youngster glimpsed, and had no time to ask, seeing that Yunqian had already gone downstairs; he rushed to follow up, and the footsteps of the two went far again.

Lin Sanjiu re-entered the attic, thinking about it, didn't go to see the box, but quietly followed the building down. This is just a world copied from the memory of the doll, he doesn't understand. Things can't be completely restored; even if she looks up, I'm afraid it will only be a fog.

Only she thought that things would soon turn because of the arrival of the iron box; but in the next half of the day, there was nothing surprising. The general manager went to see the big brother Gong, who was responsible for the injury. He talked about it until late at night. At the same time, Lin Sanjiu followed the young boy Ayun, watching him do a while and read a book. The book, after dinner, washed and went to bed - not only boring, but also made her feel more like a change.

In the dark night sky, a silvery moon hangs slowly. After the young boy Ayun was asleep, Lin San wine quietly returned to the attic, wondering if he could survive this night - she was too sleepy and tired.

Only when the night was quiet, she could hear the iron box in front of it constantly emitting a very light and light "beep" sound, as if there was any movement inside. In the face of this technology that I have never seen before, Lin San wine feels like an ancient person who saw a TV and turned around it. He still doesn't understand how this gadget can become an artificial intelligence conductor. station.

Just as she was sitting on the floor again and again, a slight door shaft turned aloud and immediately tightened her nerves.

The sound was so flashing that it made her think she was wrong. Lin Sanji calmly waited for a while, until he caught a small footstep that seemed to be absent. Then he jumped up and plunged downstairs and rushed past the sound.

. . . The dream seems to be entangled with the night, and it is not clear to each other. In the dream of chaos and entanglement, he turned over, and Ayun stumbled to hear his breath, and he was slowly and resounding in the dark. The right face still looked like a layer of biting ants, and the skin was sore; next, a warm thing gently fell on his right face, slowly stroking the past.

Ayun dreamed of the hand of the governor, slowly sliding over the iron box-like command post.

There was also a hand on his face, and he floated this consciousness in the faint.

The avatar was beaten like this. He blinked and his breath suddenly stagnate—when I didn’t know when, I was standing with a high shadow.

"Who?" The young boy had to step back and his voice was still with his awake nasal sound; but before he could move, the hand on his face turned like a lightning bolt and pinched his throat.

"Don't move." The shadow said softly, every word carries the weight of the high person, as if it can make people hold their breath and listen.

Ayun was shocked and stunned. For a time, the body did not seem to listen.

"I have been to Yunshou Ninetowns several times before, when I was on tour inspection." Perhaps because of the dark night, the familiar voice sounded a little different, dark and hoarse. “Even with artificial intelligence, Ninetowns has developed itself into a slum... In the eyes of others, there is no value of inspection. However, I disagree, I have had a very good memory here. The more The poor and chaotic place, the more I can find what I want."

The boy listened in the dark, feeling the big hand on his throat slowly letting go, just gently holding his neck, not taking it away. The other person's body temperature is like a snake, and it is coldly attached to the warm skin of Ayun.

"After a city collapses, there are fewer and fewer human beings around me. As long as they are outcropping, what they see is only artificial intelligence - even though they are humanoid, it is different." The voice is getting lower and lower. It seems that it will soon be in the darkness, but there is a fascinating undercurrent: "Hey... people. I can assure you that there are no more people who love me more than me... ...Ayun."

"Total, the chief, you..."

"Hey." Yun Qiang suddenly lowered his head and said softly in his ear. "I don't need you to talk, and you don't need to act. Ayun, you listen well, the artificial intelligence command station has already started." Work... Ai has taken over all the defense and weapon systems in the city. To be honest, I have been surprised to take over the city so smoothly."

The juvenile heart’s fierce beating sounded far and wide in the night.

The cool hand gently stroked his throat and wraps around the back of his neck. Touching a piece of goosebump that suddenly provoked by the boy, Yun Qiang gently smiled: "You are sixteen... or seventeen this year? The throat is not big, like a girl... Your ability to evolve can only control people. Is it right?"

His hand was like a snake, but suddenly stopped.

In the thick darkness, the low sob of the young man rang intermittently.

"Why, are you afraid?"

Ayun gasped with a big mouth, and the sight that was originally hidden by the night was more blurred because of the tears. He hated himself for crying out, but he couldn’t stop the burst of fear and sorrow that seemed to be swallowing his heart—both vomiting and crying, the boy hoarsely said: “I, I saved your life. what……"

"Yes, I am very grateful for this."

"Then why are you -"

"You don't want Ninetowns? If you want to make it good, you have to pay a little price." The voice of Yunqian is still so light. "I can make the Ninetowns the same as in the Golden Age... With ai, You know that I am not lying."

The young man slammed one side of the body, and a boxing turned to the black shadow in front; Yun Qiang caught his punch and smiled low: "I didn't say it? I don't need you to move."

"Go to your mother!" Ayun was about to jump again, but his shoulder was suddenly pressed a hand. All the power in his body was like a slumbering river, and the waves rushed away from the place where the hand was held down. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared cleanly. The limbs softened down and the boy suddenly even My body can't hold up.

He was so anxious that he was sweating coldly, his tears couldn't stop sliding down his cheeks, his stomach seemed to be tightened, and he was shrunk to a larger needle point - but no matter how hard he struggled, it was still useless.

"Let the people obey, it is the power of the general manager."

The shadow slowly smiled. "Since I started the command post, there were 20 law enforcement officers this afternoon, 70 engineering ai, and fifteen mobile weapons mother stations responded to my orders... just now, The first batch has arrived."

This did not reduce Ayun's resistance, it was his next sentence, so that this boy suddenly did not move.

"Your two friends are now under the eyes of the law enforcers and sleep well."