Doomsday Wonderland

After making a memo, I put down a big stone Lin San wine in my heart, and I slept for eight or nine hours before being awakened in the light of Shales’s soft light. She had had a hearty breakfast, took a hot bath, and changed her clean clothes, feeling like she was reborn.

She picked up the memo last night and stared at it for a while, with a bitter smile on her lips. When I was so sleepy last night, the way of thinking seemed to be completely changed to another one; today, when she was awake, she immediately realized the most important problem.

In order to get things done one by one, she must first get rid of the personality that secretly stalks her.

It’s not difficult to change it as usual; but she has been fixed by a “check-in copy” – her range of activities may have been exposed for a long time, and there are only a few check-in points in her range of activities; One of the people who signed up was definitely her.

Lin Sanjiu opened the sign-in booklet that he bought at the beginning, and compared it with the map for a while. In the opposite direction of the Black Market, in an area that spans almost half of the continent, there is a smaller gathering place of evolutionary people called "Orange Garden"; because it is too far away, the mop cloth is not marked there. Point, but I want to come to the vicinity of the Orangery.

From the topographical point of view, the orangery is located between the hills; if the exodus is parked between the mountains, it should be enough to avoid people's eyes and ears.

"Sales," she scanned all the maps into the exodus operating system and told him: "After ten o'clock tonight, go to this target location - is it clear?"

"Yes." Shales whispered. On the three-dimensional map that pops up on the console, a bright red "x" is slowly spinning at her destination.

The next step is to sign in.

Lin San wine's [mask] has been exhausted, thinking about it, she did not disguise, but from the card library to pull out a few sets of clothes she had previously stuffed - those sets of clothes, all the same black I-shaped vests, field pants and booties. In addition to adding a coat because of the cold weather, she is now exactly the same as when she was in the extremely warm hell.

"No cover," she explained to the teacher in her mind. "There is no cover for anyway. Although I don't know what they used, they always seem to recognize me."

"Then don't have to take the initiative to jump up and wave to tell them where they are?"

“Is it so conspicuous?”

Lin Sanjiu asked, and turned a half circle in front of the mirror.

The figure in the mirror is tall, slender, slender and refined. Every painter's brush-like smooth lines seem to be condensed to maximize the functioning of the body. When she is still, she looks like a statue of a famous man, and with a single touch, it will scream amazing speed and strength.

"...the more conspicuous the better." Lin Sanjiu smiled, turned and walked out of the room and sat in the single cabin waiting for her. "To be honest, I can't wait to hold a sign and write that I am Lin San."

Her way to the Black Market is still as astounding as ever.

There was no one before the check-in point - when Lin San wine approached the pole, she seemed to feel that someone was looking at her from behind; but it was also probably because she knew that Luzer’s personality was tracking her secretly. The illusion produced.

"They saw that I was not dead, should I be a little surprised?"

Lin Sanjiu signed it smoothly and looked around. I don't know if it's because of appearance or temperament, she is easy to attract attention; among the evolutionists who walked by the telephone pole, there are always two or three eyes gazing from her.

It took less than a minute before and after signing in. If someone is looking for and tracking her, she should probably give the other person a little more time, so that they can keep up with it, so as not to miss her.

Leaving the check-in point, she put her hands in her trouser pockets and strolled slowly down the street. The area of ​​the Black Market is amazing. Even if it comes to many times, there are still many strange areas that she has never been involved in. Lin San’s wine has been circled in the market for a few laps. It happened to be a glimpse of a tea-drinking tent, tables and chairs. Tea sets are placed on the road outside the tents - it seems that the business is not bad, there are many guests coming and going.

...this is really appropriate.

"Boss!" Lin Sanshui looked at the handwritten tea list on the tent and frowned slightly: "I come to a pot... oh, micro, ‘weak light of wisdom’?”

What is this?

"I will be right soon!" The red-faced girl who was so busy with sweat smiled and said. She didn't exaggerate at all. When these four words fell, a teapot fell to the front of Lin San.

"This tea, is it... can it be smarter to drink?" she asked a little suspiciously.

The red-faced girl stunned and immediately laughed: "No, this is not the kind of tea!"

She laughed and opened the lid of the pot for Lin Sanjiu; the four or five pieces were rounded with brownish green leaves, and they were slowly turning around in the water. "Where, take a sip of tea and swallow a leaf." The red-faced girl yelled. "You can't chew it. You have to swallow it directly. There must be tea between the leaves and the leaves."

Why is this again?

Lin San was full of doubts, but he did not wait for more questions. On the other side of the tent, someone shouted a pot of "the heart of the iron and blood brave"; the owner of the store smacked on the apron and ran in a hurry - she ran over When I was still empty, I had already put a pot of tea for him when I was next to the man. I couldn’t see who she was taking out of the teapot.

... If you come here, you can try it.

Lin Sanqu was staring at the tea in the pot for a while, and found that the four or five round and fat leaves always kept rotating at a constant speed in the tea, which was like a mechanical product. She looked at the tea-goers around, and according to the owner's words, she drank a large sip of tea and picked up a round leaf and swallowed it - the round leaves disappeared from the throat and she was so successful. I even felt a little caught off guard.

Until she had a pot of tea to eat and drink, she did not find any suspicious people around her.

"In this case," Lin Sanjiu pushed the teapot and added a card in his hand: "Then I should do something right."

Her mind was moved, and the card immediately became a prop in the palm of her hand [B-side designer].

This is a special item that can be customized according to the requirements. It looks like a regular form and comes with a pen. At the top of the table are several different item templates. As a “small party that refuses to make big money”, Lin Sanjiu can only pick one out of the item template and fill in his own requirements.

"Well... just this," she picked up a "non-attack, life-friendly article template" and said to herself: "This should be fine."