Doomsday Wonderland

When the simulated daylight was re-lighted in the Yuehai, Lin Sanjiu had hurriedly on the way to the captain's room. At this time, the cadres at all levels of the night tour were probably gathered together, waiting for her to explain in detail the details of the time when she left the blue sky area that night. When she was separated yesterday, the young driver named Tan Zhang took it. This thing was given to her; but until she woke up this morning, she suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity, secretly repenting that she did not react earlier.

It seems that no matter how evolved, people still have to rest.

"... Yesterday when I talked to Tan Zhang about this, it was very hasty. I didn't have time to say some details."

Standing in front of more than a dozen high-ranking cadres on the ship, Lin San’s mouth screamed clearly—the young driver frowned and moved in the back seat. She had long wanted to say something, so she said something fluently: "On the way to the port of parking, I happened to be at the arsenal. At that time, there were sirens and chaos everywhere. I went to an arsenal passing by. The member inquired about it... at that time he hurriedly said the situation briefly."

She stopped and felt that every eye in the house was now on her body, including the low-ranking members who were standing at the back and licking the salt level, and they all waited for her to say.

"The arsenal commander was murdered."

When this sentence was just thrown out, it stirred up a sigh of relief.

"I see, they should not mention this in the message. The three outsiders were killed. After the alarm was sounded and everyone surrounded the commander tower, one of them escaped. The arsenal... The arsenal member I asked him about was going out to search for the fugitive, because he also described the appearance of the person to me and asked if I had seen him nearby."

She said here, I feel that several cadres sitting in the front row are slightly straightened.

"What kind of person is that?" asked one of the thin-faced men who had been trimmed into a pointed shape. "Maybe they are Spartan's accomplices. I heard that Spartan is not alone."

The people who went with him were standing in front of their eyes.

"Then I don't know," Lin Sanshui kept his head and naturally shook his head. "When I asked about the situation, no one mentioned Spartan... They are looking for something that is not very old at first sight. But when you look closely, you will find a man who is not young."

“So does he look young or young?” another middle-aged woman asked in a very unpleasant tone. Rather than asking questions, she is more like an order.

They did not even have a politeness to Lin Sanjiu, an outsider.

Lin Sanjiu did not care about the attitude of the middle-aged woman - in fact, she was wondering if anyone could ask this question. Fortunately, she immediately described the appearance of the 12 carefully, and did not forget to add a sentence "Someone heard his companion call him 12".

Unfortunately, the artist can't draw pictures as required. Otherwise, if there is a portrait, the grasp of finding 12 will be even greater.

The night tour female members gathered here, especially those in the middle and low-level cadres, spend most of their day on the spacecraft to keep running; not to mention that they were responsible for making the roster of passengers and arranging food, clothing and accommodation. - If anyone has seen 12, then it is likely to be among this group of people.

Lin Sanshui’s eyes swept over the faces and tried to find some clues from their faces.

"How does this person sound familiar?" I don't know who swears. When she was busy looking at the sound, she was not sure who was coming from the mouth; in that direction, several people were watching her.

"Probably wrong, anyway, that person can't be on this ship." Tan Zhangtou did not return to the ground, staring at Lin Sanjiu, not knowing what he was thinking: "He escaped from the blue sky. At that time, we should have been in the sky for a long time."

No, you can't let them generate this kind of thinking.

They are all potential, looking for their own eyes for 12 - just as Lin Sanjiu racked his brains to create a reasonable "boarding reason" for 12, a strong man sitting in the middle of the steady silence interrupted her. Thoughts: "Don't mention that person. What do you know about Spartan's invasion?"

"I don't know anything," she replied immediately.

The room was quiet, and Tan’s thin eyes turned around her.

Since she did not know the most critical part, after everyone talked a few words, they got up and got up. As soon as the man left, the salt was like a horse that had been unloaded. He came to Tan Zhang step by step. However, the young man with thin eyes shook his head and turned to Lin San.

"You are doing very well today," he said with courtesy, but one mouth is still the tone of the superiors facing the lower level - these twelve organizations are probably used to the superiority of being in the center of the twelve worlds. "Will Stan go to see you in the morning?"

"Who?" Lin Sanjiu did not respond.

"Stan," the young man frowned again and looked serious: "Stan Smith...the one I sent to lead you yesterday."

Lin San wine blinked.

"She didn't ask the name is normal," Yan Yan came over and inserted a sentence. "The man doesn't open his mouth. He doesn't want people to talk to him... you don't check the list this morning. from."

Tan Zhang coughed.

"I thought he was called Okto," Lin Sanshui’s gaze swept on both of them. "This is what he told me. Why, are you not familiar with him?"

"That's his middle name," said Yan, briskly.

"I am not familiar with him, probably." Tan Zhang frowned. "You first came here. I told him to go to bring you familiar with the environment in the past few days."

The phrase "not necessary" came to the lips and was swallowed back by Lin San. She looked at Tan Zhang's eyes, and thought about his attitude for a while, and smiled and nodded as much as possible: "Thank you for thinking so thoughtfully."

A pair of clear eyes of Yan Salt turned around her and moved back to Tan Zhang. This little girl seems to have a very strong interest in everything, and her mind is flying like a balloon that has been swept away by a wind, and she is not sure where it will fall; at this time she laughs and makes Lin Sanjiu I think she seems to think of something that is helpless - in order to get out, she nodded quickly: "Then I left, I went to Austria... Stan. Where is he?"

Yan Salt immediately volunteered to lead her – perhaps the young girl of this age had such ample energy to overflow; she spoke lightly and quickly, like a sparrow that had just been awakened by the early spring. Even if she is not a beauty, she is bright, rich and vigorous. Even if she talks with her for a moment, she will be involuntarily infected by her warm expression.

"This is it," said the chat for a long time, the two have arrived at the destination. The little girl said, knocking on the door of the room: "Stan! Stein!"

She even knocked a few times and the door was opened from the inside. An unfamiliar rectangular face came out. "Don't call, he's not there."

"What about others?" The salt didn't seem to be like it, and he looked at it.

"I came back very late yesterday and went out early in the morning." The long face yawned. "It should be a task... I am too lazy to ask him."

In the face of the black-faced man who refuses to talk, probably many people will have this feeling, such as taking the initiative to talk to him is self-deprecating.

"I am looking for him," Yan Yan turned back and sang Lin Sanjiu smiled, his teeth white and shiny, "Let me go to you when I find it!"

How can a little girl run for her own legs? But before the export of Lin Sanjiu, she had already turned around and ran out - she looked at the back of the salt and disappeared at the corner, seeing that the rectangular face was about to close, and hurriedly pulled the door.

The rectangular face raised his eyes.

"Your roommate," Lin Sanjiu smiled apologetically at him. "What is his name?"

The expression on the rectangular face seems to have been mentally retarded.

"When she knocked on the door, did she not call his name?" He was puzzled. "He is Stan!"

"That... are you familiar with him?"

"Unfamiliar," the rectangular face shrugged, trying to slide the door, but Lin Sanjiu's slender arm still held the doorknob. He glanced at her and was a little unhappy: "I was only assigned to his roommate halfway. I don't know who he is. The gossip can't beat a fart."

“Half the way?” Lin Sanjiu seized the word. “Who was his roommate before?”

"It seems to be a friend who joins the organization together and goes on board together." Rectangular face recalled, "I also heard about it, I am not sure... but when the Yuehai was parked and responded to the second wave of experimenters. The friend suddenly disappeared."

"Is it gone?"

"I heard that." When it came to the gossip, the rectangular face seemed to have some interest. She couldn’t stop talking to her and said it from the beginning: "...The Yuehai is hard to find, you don't know. How strict was the screening at that time! Not to mention the inexplicable outsider, but the inside is also one of the best. I don’t know who is so stupid, I am on the boat, and slipped secretly. In this way, the organization will also remove him. And... not to mention, what he might miss is a chance to never send again."

"Stan has rarely spoken since then?"

"Which do I know what he used to be? Anyway, I have been friendly with him for a few days, and I have said no more than ten words."

"I ask another question." Lin San wine whispered. "He said that his name is Okto? Maybe it is a middle name."

"No!" The rectangular face dropped two words, and as soon as she let go, she slipped the door while she let go.

Lin Sanji looked at the door and pondered for a while, and suddenly turned his head - she raised her gaze, just in time with the "Stan" not far away.

What is the action of strontium salt so fast? Or is he just coming back this time?

Not waiting for her doubts about how much he heard, Stan had come over. He looked at Lin San wine, although there is still no expression on the face, but the faint luster in his eyes always seems to be a bit different - just to describe it, it is like being awakened by a stick in the grass. snake.

Maybe she is preconceived, will she feel this way?

"Middle name," Stein said briefly, staring at her, apparently listening to the conversation just seven or eight. "Where?"

This is not just a question of name... Lin San wine looked back at his eyes, and a thought floating in his heart.

Can't be too hasty.

She thought about it and smiled. "It’s not common to let others call themselves in the middle name... I thought I was looking for the wrong person."

Stein didn't even have a head.

Just as Lin Sanjiu thought that he would not say a word, he did not expect Stan to suddenly say: "My mission has not finished yet, you should go shopping yourself."

Lin Sanjiuyi: "Wait, Tan Zhang said -"

Stein left as if he had not heard it. In the residential area where the evolutionary people came and went, Lin Sanjiu really didn't want to stay with him - and she couldn't think of any reason to leave him.

But he can't do without the spaceship anyway, he can come back to him next time.

On the way to the bulletin board, Lin Sanjiu fell into meditation while walking.

How can she confirm whether Okto is his middle name?

Twelve organizations are not like government agencies before the end of the day, and they will not be able to register all the information in detail. Even if he said that his middle name was Napoleon Bonaparte, she had no means to confirm.

There is only one doubt...that is, people including his roommates are obviously referred to as "Stan".

Now think about it. When Lin Sanjiu asked him what his name was on the bulletin board yesterday, "Stan" was being divided by the flow of information - that is, at that time, he blurted out and answered "Octo".

Subconsciously, inadvertently speaking, is often the truth.

If Octo is his real name, he is not the words of Stan Smith at all... then the sudden disappearance of Stan Smith's friends can be explained. That friend knows Stan himself that it is too dangerous to stay with him... But in the end, is anyone really disguised as Stan Smith?

His face can be changed so thoroughly...that is to say...

Lin San wine frowned, and he didn't know where he was going; when she came back, she found herself standing on the viewing platform. There are not many people on the viewing platform today, and the black-lacquered universe is attractive to people, and it has faded rapidly with the passage of time.

She stood in the same place for a while, and was suddenly recalled by the footsteps behind her.

"Willie?" Tan Zhang’s voice sounded. "I told you, didn't you hear?"

Lin Sanshui turned and smiled and said: "Hey, I am a little distracted..."

"The last time I listened to music," Tan said, not too slow, "Can you lend me a few minutes?"