Doomsday Wonderland

When the whole theater fell into silence, Lin Sanji could not help but breathe a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

She hasn't experienced the calm and satisfaction of achieving this goal for a long time - turning her head and looking at the silhouette of Spartan, she couldn't help but smile a little.

"It’s true that it’s true to you, but fortunately I met you.”

Although she lowered her voice, at this time the theater was silent, only a dead silence; as soon as she opened her mouth, the voice immediately dispersed and fell into the darkness. The people in the box between the downstairs and the side of the box turned their heads. In the dark, one face lifted up where the two were. There was no sound, only they did not have a trace of expression, and they were staged. The shadows are staggered.

Lin Sanjiu stood up and smiled and waved at the crowd.

The people in the theater nodded to her one after another, and it looked like a wave that had been disturbed.

"Unfortunately, I didn't succeed in Gabigail." She held the fence and looked at the quiet crowd underneath, sighing. Then she raised her voice and listened to her voice reverberating in the theater: "Do you have it?"

"Yes," the evolutionists looked at each other and sounded a faint, one-on-one response. "I also have..."

Someone also raised a question: "Are you a zero?"

Lin San wine nodded. Her statement made the building gradually quiet again. When it was quiet, she immediately heard the voice of the teacher, and then screamed from the depths of her mind, like a fly that could not catch up.

Just when she was upset and hesitant, Spartan didn't know when she came to her, whispering in her ear: "There are 205 evolutionists who came to the auction this time. Plus fifty The members of the Warrior Factory Security Department and the host and singer, the number of people in the Athens Theater is exactly two hundred and sixty."

"A lot," she nodded, and her mind was pulled away from the teacher. "It’s enough to use it once, and it’s even more than enough. But two hundred and sixty people can’t use it all at once, and the focus is to continue to spread.”

She said this, just to see a figure that seemed to be Yu Yuan flashed from the walkway below, and fell into the stairway; after a while, he actually entered the box and sat on the sofa where the female singer had sat. Down.

"Let me see," he sat down and reached for the wine glass on the table. Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth to remind him, but he frowned and looked at it for a while, hesitating to put it back again: "Since everyone in this theater has it, let the people who have been there continue to spread it. Let's move on to the next step."

"We mean this too." Spartan leaned on the railing and asked headlessly to the downstairs theater: "Who is there still a few times?"

The number of people who did not run out of time was not a small number. His voice fell, and the response was echoed. The replies of "I have one more time" and "I have been there three times" have become a vagueness in the sky above the theater.

The three men glanced at each other.

They haven't had time to talk yet, just listening to the downstairs, someone suddenly couldn't help but scream: "What the **** are you? What are you talking about? Is this an auction?"

The three men looked shocked and stood up and looked down - more than two hundred faces turned to the sound source at the same time, and even the spotlights swept a few laps on the crowd, eventually locked with a piece of white awning. That person. The man slammed into the light and immediately jumped out of his seat; he covered his eyes with one hand and shouted: "Take the light away! What?"

He did not say anything, and Spartan blew a whistle. A man sitting next to him suddenly stood up and patted the man's back and smiled: "Mu Guoer, you didn't know it? Why don't you ask me, come, sit down and say..."

The two seemed to know each other. The man named "Mu Guoer" did not relax his shoulders; he just hesitated to turn around, but he couldn't help but get closer by a friend - a few seconds later, Mu Guoer Let him let go of the collar. He looked around and whispered, "It turned out to be like this," and he sat back again calmly.

As soon as he was seated, a pointed, half-sounding scream from the eyes of the blind man suddenly flashed away from a corner of the crowd and was cut off.

"who is it?"

Spartan immediately poked his body out of the fence. "Who was the one who sent it out? Go find me!"

Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan looked at each other and realized that there was a fish in the theater. The man was hiding in the dark, and now he has seen their tactics, I am afraid it will not be easy to do next.

As soon as his voice fell, almost everyone stood up from his seat, looked around and listened, and carefully examined every face around him in the dark spotlights. The entrance was long been Sealed, but the people searched for a while, they still did not hear the "I found it!"

"If the man is also in the seat, how can people around him not hear it?" Lin Sanshui murmured. "It’s always impossible to be so smart, there’s just no one around him..."

"The answer is simple, he is not in the seat." Spartan looked thoughtfully at the evolutionary people walking downstairs and suddenly smiled: "I probably know where he is."

In addition to the host on the stage, there is only one type of person who is not in the seat during the auction: that is the member of the security department responsible for maintaining the order of the theater.

Several people whispered a few words and decided to go downstairs together; Spartan ordered the subordinates to open all the spotlights in the theater, and the lights suddenly filled the field of vision, and the four lights were shining. Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan took over the entrance and exit of the theater. All members of the security department were called back and stood in the aisle.

Spartan walked down the aisle step by step, and slammed the palm of his hand under the crowd of people. He said: "There are people who have the remaining number of people in the room, please go to the stage and stand up!"

The arsenal members stood in the same position with their hands crossed, silently watching people stand up one after another.

The stage space is actually not big, and it will almost be full of dozens of people. However, there was no objection in the crowd, and they rushed to the stage with great cooperation; they squatted tightly to each other and tried to make room for the later people. Even if they accidentally touched each other, they only reported A gentle understanding of the smile.

In this way, the stage was actually crowded and sturdy, and more than 130 people stood up.

After listening to the number of people in the department, Spartan breathed a sigh of relief.

He loosened the collar with one hand, revealing that the dark blue collar was white under the snow, as if the ocean was floating in the snow. "You," he smiled softly. The blonde and the white teeth shone in the light: "I want you to know that, besides you, there are some people among the fifty men I bring. There are remaining times."

This sentence is a bit of a headless, but when Spartan speaks, very few people will question him and interrupt him.

He glanced at the seven or eighty people who were still sitting on the seat - the seat closest to him, the female singer looking at his eyes were shining. He smiled and continued: "But... I think you all know that those of us who have used up the number of times must go. In order to ensure everyone's safety, no matter how many times my subordinates have, I They all decided to let them start with us. After we left, I hope that you will also be able to rush back to the center of Huangquan in the center of the city, and continue to work hard to complete the mission in a crowded place."

A girl dressed up in a girl's face but a few years old walked out of the crowd and bowed to the audience.

"I wish you all the best. We will start soon after we complete our mission, and we will gather again."

Spartan slowly nodded and his eyes swept over the columns of the figures. Every shadow stood straight and looked at the stage motionless. No one showed the same. He turned his head and told the people on the stage: "In order to prevent someone from getting into the middle of you, I hope that you can confirm each other. You can rest assured that the people who have been spread have contact with each other, and the number of times will not be reduced."

The method of “mutual confirmation” is simple: as long as you kiss two times and make sure everyone is kissed, you can be sure that the people who leave the theater are “compatriots”.

More than one hundred and thirty people huddled on the stage, kissing each other regardless of gender - to be honest, this scene is a bit odd. Lin Sanjiu stood far from the entrance gate and looked at the crowds on the stage. For a time, there was a bit of awkwardness: What was wrong?

When each of the more than one hundred and thirty people was kissed at least once, they all "passed off." The people who passed the "passing pass" were very amiable, quiet and orderly to leave the theater; when they disappeared from the valley, they were led by Spartan and several security members, leaving the rest Made up several teams.

At this time, the "mutual confirmation" approach can no longer be used for the second time. Under the arrangement of several people, such as Spartan, no team can act alone, and no one can leave the line of sight of others; when he ensures that everyone is under the supervision of others, the line will drill nearly 100 people. In the helicopter and air train of the arsenal, I set off at the destination.

"Among these people," Spartan leaned back on the chair and looked at the sky outside the window lazily. "There is one...or at least one person who has not been kissed."

The air train was very long. At this time, it was like a snake in the sky. In the roar of the engine, his voice sounded a bit unclear. Lin Sanshui looked up and saw a sight. The arsenal members quickly turned their eyes away from his chief.

It was a skinny little boy. It looked like he was in his early twenties. It was not really good-looking. The air train was very cool, but he could not stop the collar. He seemed to want to have a cool breeze for his body.

"But it doesn't matter." Spartan didn't seem to notice anything, just smiled softly: "That's not important... after all, we're going to the destination soon."

The skinny boy was shocked and opened his mouth, and no sound was heard.

As his chief said, who is the one who has not been kissed is not important now. Lin Sanjiu smiled and turned his eyes, just hitting the pair of green pupils with amazing green faces. Under the skylight outside the window, his fluffy blond hair fluttering as if it were about to melt in the sun's rays, dazzlingly makes people barely look straight.

"Thank you." She nodded to Spartan.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu once again caught the voice of Yi teacher's vague appointment. I don't know how many times I have already asked in her mind: "Where are you going to..."

This question, she can finally answer.

She raised her head back deeply, her lips twitching and felt an answer from the depths of her soul.

"Shambala."

Lin San wine is as light as a breath, and everyone in the entire air train has closed their eyes and repeated like a sigh: "Shambhala." How fat, how fat four, are you mentally retarded? ! The author is mentally retarded, and the reader is also! ? Can mental retardation be contagious? ? Some of the reward lists today are like this. Welcome everyone to come and watch the criticism and ridicule a wave: thank you for the Spartan Palace, Ayun’s wife, the doll’s teacher’s palace, the Kurosawa’s palace, the Qing’s residence, and the doll’s wife. , dolls and small wife - I am very embarrassed now, really embarrassed, I feel that Doomsday will not be good, from the author to the reader are mentally handicapped. OK, there are still some normal people: Thank you, your father did not ask for the mission of Spartan, a cup, the king, the rabbit leader, the reed year, the Mumbai Fujin, the cloud purple, the wind knows the distance of the cloud Nastukamin Li, ten fingers, konjac ankles, wing winds, five needles, Dongliu, Yongge Forest girl... Looked at, normal people seem a little more, a little relieved.