MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2225 two?

Chapter 2225 Two?

Lin Sanjiu knew very well that since the spaceship could explode back then, it meant that the control right was not in the hands of Searsius at that time, otherwise, the spaceship would not have exploded at all.

And Jotans himself could not survive the explosion of the spaceship.

The white fire that exploded high in the sky burned up everything in the spaceship, and when it was burnt out, only countless finely shattered charred residues fell to the sea. The sea breeze swept away, and Jotans also disappeared into the world.

Now, he was standing not far away again; the crowd in the Black Stone Collection was bustling with people coming and going, and he seemed to be just one of them, an ordinary evolutionary who was not very conspicuous.

Occidentus must have created the body steward of "Jortans" again - Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of why he did this.

At this moment, Jotans was standing in front of a booth; the middle-aged woman who was talking to him leaned out from behind the booth, as if she was just a stall owner who wanted to make a deal, and she didn't know what the person in front of her was. something special.

The things she sells are not surprising, there are only a few paper cranes on the booth, and there is no second customer besides Jotans.

"The two of us go on that road," Yu Yuan pulled Yuan Xiangxi up, beckoning in a low voice. "Did you see the stall behind the paper crane stall?"

A little space away, back to back with the paper crane booth, is a seed booth. Unlike many stalls that use a long table to keep customers outside, several rows of shelves are set up in the seed booth, and customers can walk in and browse—that is, they will approach the shop selling paper cranes from behind.

"If I approached quietly, it would be difficult to be discovered," Yuan Xiangxi volunteered, "I don't have the weight of a human being."

"Okay," Lin Sanjiu felt that his thoughts had turned into a ball of wool that was scratched, and he just nodded for a moment, and then said to the others: "I'll go up and pretend to look at the paper cranes, please wait for me."

She just wanted to get close to Jotense, to see what kind of state he is now, and she really didn't plan to find out any great truth; but she didn't expect that such a low request could not be realized—because she As soon as she approached the paper crane booth, the middle-aged woman stopped talking and cast a glance at her.

"Do you have an appointment?" The middle-aged woman asked calmly.

reserve? Do you need to make an appointment to buy paper cranes?

Before Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, he quickly glanced at Jotans next to him. That familiar silhouette, soft and chubby, was exactly the same as in her memory. It was clearly the person on the spaceship—as if he was about to turn around in the next second, and show her the helplessness that he couldn't bear the request and was too embarrassed to refuse. smile.

"No..." Lin Sanjiu had no choice but to reply.

"No reception without an appointment," the middle-aged woman said, her eyes fixed on Lin Sanjiu, obviously waiting for her to leave.

"Aren't you selling paper cranes?" Lin Sanjiu said deliberately bluntly, "I need to make an appointment to buy paper cranes? I have money, so you can just sell them to me. There are so many things."

"No reception without appointment," the middle-aged woman said, stretching out her hand, and rolled up the few scattered paper cranes in front of her.

A little strange, right?

"It's just a paper crane, why are you guarding so tightly?" Lin Sanjiu seemed to get angry, and swiped his arm forward, and the middle-aged man's thick, thick arm was pressed against the tablecloth of the booth. "If I hadn't been in a hurry, I wouldn't have looked down on you..."

Jotans next to him finally moved.

"Hey, big brother," he said kindly. For a moment, Lin Sanjiu even suspected that he was wrong—maybe Jotans really survived back then. "Everyone has said that you can't do business."

Perhaps Occidentus erased his memory, making him forget about the body steward; perhaps Occidentus found Jotense from some human body database, and made him again—until The moment Lin Sanjiu heard his voice, Lin Sanjiu realized something.

No matter what happened, she just hoped that Jotense was still alive, would still be warmed by the memories of the past, and firmly believed that one day she would meet her friends.

"What do you do?" Lin Sanjiu said gruffly, looking him up and down. "Who are you?"

"I'm a collector," Jotense smiled, reflections flashing on the lenses of his glasses. "Do you think these are ordinary paper cranes? It's a waste of things if you buy them."

Such a look and tone appeared on Jotans, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"What collector? What is the paper crane for?" Lin Sanjiu said, and found that Yu Yuan and the two had quietly entered the seed shop.

"These paper cranes contain the last words of people who died after handing out the paper cranes. Isn't it very interesting to hear the last words of human beings desperately trying to say in despair and fear?" Jotans said slowly. say.

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, looked at the middle-aged woman, and finally had no more excuses to procrastinate. Faced with such an explanation, how can she respond?

Jotans seemed to have realized that she would have nothing to say, and with a smile, he watched her go for a while before turning around again; all his friends had dispersed in twos and threes just now, waiting for her to return to the gift bag When the two were around, Qing Jiuliu, who was pretending to choose coffee, said in a low voice, "How is it?"

"I'm throwing it out," she said, across a shelf from a disgraced packet of Colombian coffee that was clearly left over from before the end.

In the gap where she pretended to grab the tablecloth just now, the small communicator she dropped is currently under the cover of the booth tablecloth, quietly listening to the conversation between the stall owner and "Jortans"—if If so.

She thought the difficulty was in dropping the communicator, but now Lin Sanjiu found out that she was wrong.

In fact, she heard everything: the conversation of passers-by, the sound of footsteps on the ground, the shouting in the distance of the market, the pulling of heavy objects... But she did not hear the sound between the two. dialogue.

what happened? Could it be that Jotans has already bought the last-word paper cranes and left?

But after pretending to poke his head casually, Lin Sanjiu found that Jotans was still standing in front of the booth, muttering something, and reached out to pick up a paper crane that a middle-aged woman had just handed over from the booth.

Could it be that he was very vigilant, and did he put any soundproofing items?

Seeing that Jotans nodded to the middle-aged woman, put away the paper crane and turned away, but Lin Sanjiu still didn't hear any news. She signaled Pina to follow quickly, and the others circled a circle and followed far away, meeting Yu Yuan and Yuan Xiangxi again.

"I didn't hear anything," Lin Sanjiu said in a low voice after bypassing the road where the paper crane stall was. "They seem to use something to isolate the sound..."

"No," Yu Yuan shook his head first. "No items are useful, I can see clearly. When you passed by, didn't Jotans speak normally? After you left, he didn't take out anything, and he didn't make any actions to activate the items. The woman When I turned around, I touched the table, and I heard it."

"But there's no dialogue at all in my communicator?" Lin Sanjiu was taken aback.

"Because they didn't make a sound at all." Yuan Xiangxi also interjected, frowning slightly. "They acted as if they were talking, but they didn't actually make any sound to each other. It was as if... as if one person knew what one person wanted to say, and the other person didn't need to hear it. Move Mouth, just for show."

"What's interesting is that the seed stall owner said a few words to us." Yu Yuan said with a serious face, "You also know that Yuan Xiangxi's disguise props only changed a set of facial features, but the temperament and appearance are still the same type. Yes, so the stall owner liked it very much. She told Yuan Xiangxi that the stall owner at the paper crane stall the day before yesterday was another person."

"A skinny young man." Yuan Xiangxi seemed very proud that he had obtained valuable news, but he still tried to remain humble: "It seems that what he did was not a good thing. The seed stall owner said that the young man seemed to be I don’t know how I got a lot of people’s paper cranes, and then blackmailed others to take them back after paying. But the price he asked was not expensive, and most people would spend money to eliminate the disaster... As a result, the skinny man didn’t come yesterday. And the things on the stall belong to that middle-aged woman."

"Signal interception device," was the first thought that popped into Lin Sanjiu's mind.

Yu Yuan nodded. "That thing is probably in her hands now."

Several people looked at each other.

Because the group of eight people is really mighty, in order not to be too conspicuous, Lin Sanjiu gave each of them a communicator, and everyone dispersed in twos and threes. At this time, from her ear, Qing Jiuliu was lazily speaking: "So, now we have met two body stewards in one breath, right?"

Apart from this answer, Lin Sanjiu had nothing else to say.

From here on, the two most critical questions emerged and were firmly pressed in her mind.

First, Orcius did not descend, but the two body stewards were obviously communicating with each other as part of him, so how much could Orcius know through them?

Second, what is the purpose of the paper crane Jotans took?

As I said before the anti-theft, this chapter was written, and I suddenly had doubts about life... Is this chapter good? Is the plot arrangement reasonable? I almost couldn't write anymore because I questioned myself. If you get too close to what you write, you will lose the objectivity and sensitivity to judge it, and you have to look back for a while before you can make a fair evaluation.

So let's grant a five-year leave first, it's not too much, it's all for the quality of the work...