Doomsday Wonderland

"...so you are neither friends nor enemies?"

A large cup of hot tea smashed the white steam across the face, and even his voice sounded like it was steamed hot. Lin San’s first time knew that Hu Chang was so fond of drinking tea – was there too little chance that they had been able to get along with each other, or did she forget it after a long time?

"I don't know what it is," she said with a wry smile. "He shouldn't kill me anyway."

Hu Chang was holding a teacup and nodded thoughtfully.

After the eagerness of God's love, his appearance changed: the extra meat on his body when he was raised as a "livestock", I don't know when it was worn away, and the skin was sharpened by the wind and sand. Fine lines. Obviously no longer nearsighted, but he still habitually wears a pair of glasses, even though one of the lenses is empty; only the eyes that have fallen because of the thinness are still shining with the same warmth and stubbornness. Eyes.

When I think about the adventures of the extremely warm hell, it is also clear that it is like the noon yesterday. Seeing Hu Changshang again, it seems that I have relapsed my own time. In the meantime, all the memories of that time have come alive, fighting, blood, dependence, laughter, smell and starry sky...

"What about you?"

Silenced for a few seconds in the feelings, Lin Sanjiu raised his head and his eyes swept over Hu’s silent group of people behind him. "You... what happened? How did you come over these years?"

Hu Changshang, like her, just reported the same bitter smile.

"I don't know if I am lucky or not lucky." He sighed and turned the teacup in his hand. "The third doomsday world I experienced was the center of the twelve worlds. At that time, I was regarded as a rare item. I caught it... I remember when I was first sold, it was at an auction. Since then, I have rarely left the 12th world."

Lin Sanjiu licked his lips and listened without a word.

"I was transferred four or five times. Although I also fought fiercely, I also knocked down more than one person... but my basic evolution is really a drag-and-go. Besides, I don't have any special items, and they don't allow me. Yes, actually, today, I don’t know what kind of relationship I have with those buyers... They know that I am different from the goods, I want to use me, and I have to beware of me; some people will also care. It’s especially good for me. It’s better than the average person. I’m hoping that I can obey him. But most buyers are still unwilling to let me follow suit. I think I should not let others know what I’m saying all the time. Is it true?"

Hu Chang seems to have been too concerned about the days when he was constantly changing hands. His face was calm, but he took a sip of tea. He satisfactorily spit out a burst of warm white air and said softly: "If you want to define it, I should be a mixture of goods, slaves and employees for the buyers."

Lin Sanshui bowed his head and took a deep breath.

"You have suffered a lot?"

"It’s hard to talk about suffering," Hu Chang said slowly at a very low volume. "After all, I don’t have to take risks myself, and my living resources are abundant. But for so many years, I have never been able to take a look at what I want to see. Landscape, take the place I want to go once - although the day is over, but it is not like my own life."

He raised his eyes in the hot steam and seemed to float a little. In the process of being turned into an item, there must be a more painful and unbearable experience; but he did not mention it. What he cares most, seems to be the one that he missed on the road.

She could hardly imagine the life that was shackled on the rope.

"Do you want to get rid of the puppet teacher?" Lin Sanshui looked up in a cold, a little eager to ask: "If you wish, I will help you -"

"Ah, that's okay." Unexpectedly, Hu often waved his hand. "Puppet teacher...he is not the same as other buyers."

Lin Sanjiu raised his eyebrows with a little doubt, but Hu Chang did not continue to say why the puppet teacher was "not quite the same"; he put down the teacup, did not intentionally transfer the topic, but honestly admitted: "I I don't think he would like to talk about him like this behind me, so I won't tell you."

This straightforwardness, which was inadvertently revealed, seemed to make people see the shadow of Hu, who was always in the early hours of hell.

"Okay," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but smile. "I have a friend named Bohemia. I am now looking at the doll in the medical room. So you don't have to worry about it, take a break and have a rest... ...what is needed, just say to Shales."

Hu Chang was slightly reddened and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Well... you are still the same as before, not changing."

are not there?

Lin Sanjiu suddenly stunned. She vaguely felt that there was something in her place that was quietly changed, but she couldn’t say why - she simply let go of this thought and sighed: "There is one more thing... it’s about the doomsday world order. But this one It’s a long story,” she looked up at the sky color in the skylight at the top of the tea room. “I’m going to go out once, let’s talk about it when I come back.”

Hu often nodded, carefully holding the teacup and following the guidelines of Shales.

Even though the spacecraft now houses seven living people and a large group of dolls, the exodus still looks so open and empty, adding a little more popularity. Lin Sanjiu did not call the single-suspension cabin, but slowly walked along the long, silent corridor; she frowned fro along the way, only the thoughts and footsteps floated out empty, as if the entire spacecraft There is only one person left in her.

After returning to the room, she put on a full black battle suit - it seems that the package was written according to the uniform of a country's field team. The thick rubber sole of the bootie is light and strong, and the sound from the floor is almost unspeakable; the belt is fastened, the special items are counted, and the black back pocket that Spartan left for her is checked. Lin San The wine called Shales.

"Spartan hasn't woken up yet?"

“No,” Shales replied softly. "Need to wake him up?"

It seems that he is not just "tired" - Lin Sanjiu remembered the **** suffocation of his body.

"No, no. Let him go to sleep,"

Lin Sanjiu put a black bag on his back and tied the tie to his chest. The gun was hard and heavy on her back, and the coolness of the bullet clip was tightly attached to her waist through the cloth.

"I didn't plan to go with him at first."