Doomsday Wonderland

"W-what?" Wu Lun's hand shaking when he was pouring water almost dropped the pot on the ground. She hurriedly grabbed the pot and glanced back at Lin Sanjiu and He Huan. Her face turned a little pale: "Everyone...arrested together?"

Because of its spaciousness, comfort and convenient transportation, He Huan's apartment has been used as a stronghold by Lin Sanjiu more and more frequently in recent days. Ever since she met Han Jun's wife and returned her cell phone, her tracing plan has been proceeding step by step, and finally there have been no more accidents. When Wu Lun was resting, he would sometimes join in the fun; however, she and He Huan were always separated by a layer of unfamiliarity, and she really didn't seem to like hearing about things related to evolvers. ——Every time Lin Sanjiu mentioned it, she would always turn her head away uncomfortably.

It was rare for someone to be startled and interrupt involuntarily like this... It seemed like she was always listening even if she didn't like it.

"Well," Lin Sanjiu looked carefully at the dazed girl standing in the kitchen, and said slowly, "We found that many factories in the suburbs are no longer operating, the factory buildings are empty, and the entire factory area is like a dead city. It's just right to pretend there are more than a dozen of them."

Even if those dozen people wanted to call for help, no one could hear them shouting.

Wu Lun wiped his face and calmed down a little. She turned around and continued to play with the soup pot in her hand, with her back facing Lin Sanjiu, and asked, "Were they all frightened when they were suddenly taken away?"

That is naturally inevitable. Only she would consider whether the hostages would be scared when they were taken away by the kidnappers.

"After eating, you... are going to find them? Then... where is the factory?" Wu Lun absently grabbed a handful of noodles, put them into the pot, and asked in a low voice. She always seemed to have something to say but couldn't say it recently; thanks to her mother's hot noodle theory, Lin Sanjiu had eaten at least four or five hot noodle soups in the past few days, and she didn't know whether Wu Lun was I want to take this to comfort the noodle eaters or the noodle makers.

"Yeah, but I won't hurt their lives."

As she answered, she slowly reached out her hand, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and looked at it several times. Wu Lun was a bit careless and didn't like to wear mobile phone cases; the back of this old model already had a lot of scratches, and it was just thrown on the table so casually.

He Huan was lazily leaning on the sofa. When he saw this, he raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and asked at a volume that ordinary people could never hear: "Do you want to see her mobile phone?"

...His mind is really quick.

Lin Sanjiu sighed. She knew Wu Lun's password. She only had to glance at it from a distance when Wu Lun turned on his phone. It takes minutes to open it, but... there is an invisible barrier.

She looked up at the girl in the kitchen.

"Wu Lun," she simply stopped thinking and shouted directly: "Can I see your communication records?"

The figure in the kitchen moved for a moment, but did not turn around. The chopsticks stopped a few centimeters above the soup pot, as if they had forgotten what they were doing. "Why do you want to see that?" Wu Lun asked.

Lin Sanjiu said slowly: "...I want to find a phone number."

Wu Lun put down his chopsticks and seemed to want to turn sideways, then turned back, still facing her from behind. "Then...then you see."

Considering the strict control over mobile phone numbers in this world, it is really surprising that there are so many harassing and fraudulent sales calls. On average, Wu Lun would receive one such call every two days, not to mention all kinds of spam text messages - Lin Sanjiu skipped all the short calls and missed calls that lasted only a few seconds and marked them on the phone.

After watching for a while, she put down her phone and knocked the coffee table with a clang. Wu Lun immediately turned his head and asked from the kitchen: "Did you find the phone number you wanted?"

"...No." Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes and smiled softly at her.

Wu Lun looked at her, opened his mouth, said nothing, and lowered his head to cook soup noodles again.

Late that night, when Lin Sanjiu and He Huan put on masks and walked into the factory gate together, she felt as if the noodle soup she had eaten had turned into stone, stuck between her ribs, and pulled her heart down. ——A hidden anger that came out of nowhere made her just want to smash someone's face with one punch after another.

She strode through the empty factory building, and the "dong-dong" of her footsteps shook the ground; the angry Evolver rushing from a distance obviously gave ordinary people like rabbits an instinctive fear - that person in the distance The figures sitting on more than a dozen chairs reacted one after another, and they couldn't help but make a muffled sound of "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu" as they struggled and twisted.

He Huan didn't say a word, but followed closely behind her. Even when Wu Lun came home after dinner, he didn't ask anything - Lin Sanjiu was not unappreciative of this consideration.

She walked between the dozen chairs in a few steps, and her eyes and flashlight swept over the faces that were deformed by the tape. When she and He Huan kidnapped these dozen people, she was still a little embarrassed; but now she just wants to punch everyone.

"How's it going?" Lin Sanjiu pierced their eyes one by one with the flashlight and asked, "Do you all understand the situation now?"

There was another muffled sound. The white light reflected half of their faces in detail: some were blood red, some were pale, and each of their mouths were bulging with towels, and tape was wrapped around and around, muffling their voices. Dead blockage. Their hands and feet were tied to chairs, and one man, apparently trying to escape while they were away, fell to the ground and was unable to get up.

She walked over, put one foot on the man's chair, and smiled.

"I don't know what's going on in this hellish place of yours, but I'm too lazy to care. I just want you to do me a favor..." Lin Sanjiu said while gesturing towards He Huan. "After this is done, I can go home and you can go home too. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"

He Huan glanced at her, then took out a black mobile phone from a bag, walked into a circle of chairs, raised it to show them: "Whose is this?"

Everyone was silent for a while, as if they didn't understand what he meant - Lin Sanjiu kicked the overturned man on the ground and his chair several meters away. The rumble of the impact was amplified by the empty factory building and echoed in the dusty room. between the shelves. Stifled screams rose from the hostages' throats.

"My friend is asking, whose is this?" She repeated softly when the reply fell.

A man with thinning hair and a flabby body suddenly made a sound of "Uh-huh".

"Answer the question," Lin Sanjiu took out a razor blade and cut off the tape behind his ear - the man's face was so frightened that the muscles on his face were twitching and he didn't even dare to open his eyes; when the tape was torn off , when the towel was taken off, the panic that had been blocked for a day was also vented: "Don't, don't hurt me!"

"It's like talking too much." He Huan's voice is always very gentle and elegant, even though his expression has nothing to do with gentleness. "What, you're not threatening us anymore? Aren't you a very important person? Your subordinates must have called the police, right?"

It’s interesting to say that these dozen people are obviously just owners of various TV stations, newspapers, magazines, and advertising companies, but most of them are incredibly brave—even if they are caught by unknown kidnappers, they can still threaten them. Warn the kidnappers to be careful of the consequences. Especially when these dozen people were gathered in the factory, their courage doubled; they were all colleagues from several nearby cities. After recognizing each other's identities, they faced only two people. The kidnappers were just short of forming a hostage alliance. They were so confident that Lin Sanjiu had a headache at the time.

...However, this attitude changed after more than ten hours. The two kidnappers made it clear through their actions: they didn't care whether the hostages lived or died.

"Come on, you know what you're going to do," Lin Sanjiu held the phone in front of the man and said softly to the face covered with sweat, tears and saliva, "I explained it to you, do you still remember it?" ?”

The man nodded vigorously.

"You won't say what you shouldn't say, right?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

The man shook his head vigorously.

"I'll give him insurance." He Huan said with a smile, took out a gun from his waist and pressed it against the man's temple. The man immediately let out a whimper.

In this world, not only guns are banned, but also air guns, water guns, simulated toy guns and slingshots - even compound bows for archery must be purchased by professional sports colleges based on the number of athletes, and there are regulatory authorities every month Conduct inventory checks. After understanding the situation, Lin Sanjiu had no choice but to use the [power of description] to imitate a fake gun before entering the door. Within a limited time, it was enough to scare ordinary people.

Facial recognition successfully recognized the owner's pale face, indicating that the phone was indeed his. Under the supervision of the two men, the fat man signaled Lin Sanjiu to make a call.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang?" A young man's voice suddenly sounded on the other end. The fat man's loose lips couldn't help trembling, but he couldn't speak for a moment. The person on the phone continued to ask: "Mr. Zhang, where have you been? It's so late at night, we're looking for you all day..."

He Huan pressed the pistol tighter.

"Stop talking! Listen to me!" Mr. Zhang suddenly burst out and shouted: "Starting from tomorrow, all traffic advertisements and screen advertisements will be removed and replaced with——Bring me a piece of paper and write it down. Go up to this paragraph.”

Lin Sanjiu silently applauded Mr. Zhang, picked up a piece of paper from the ground, and asked him to read it line by line to the phone. There was a message written on the paper that she wanted to convey to the other evolutionaries. She had already read it to them during the day.

"What is this? Mr. Zhang, you said you want to remove them all. How can this be done-"

"Stop talking nonsense, have you written it down?" Mr. Zhang's anger seemed to be directed at his subordinates, "I will bear the consequences, but if you don't do it, you will leave tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Sanjiu turned it into a card and said with a smile: "It's really hard to be your subordinate, Mr. Zhang."

With the first one in the beginning, the rest will be much easier. Naturally, there were people who begged and resisted and tried to reason, but after Lin Sanjiu smashed a steel plate with his bare hands, everyone suddenly behaved: not only did they place the advertisement as required, but they also took the initiative to instruct their subordinates to do it as quickly, comprehensively, and Carry out work efficiently and strive to complete the target of replacing all advertisements and publicity within two days - Lin Sanjiu himself couldn't shut up after hearing this.

After feeding them some bread and water, the two crazy criminals even let them take turns going to the toilet, then tied them up again and left the factory. He Huan's plan is simple, direct but cautious: let these responsible persons make one or two phone calls every day so that their colleagues and family members will not call the police, and at the same time ensure that the advertisements can be delivered smoothly - wait for the advertisements to be replaced for a while, and then release them again people.

As for whether they dare to cancel the advertisement after putting it back, it all depends on their performance in the past few days.

"The commotion this time is really big," He Huan smiled in the night while walking on the road, "The existence of the two of us should not be hidden. However, I don't think they will believe in any evolutionaries. Things..."

Lin Sanjiu sighed thoughtfully.

"That's not necessarily the case," she said softly, thinking of Wu Lun's cell phone call records. "I'm going to talk to Wu Lun."

...She didn't lie. What she was looking for on Wu Lun's phone at night was indeed the phone number.

When Wu Lun had just recovered from the concussion, until that afternoon, she only made one call - to Lin Sanjiu. UUkanshuwww.uukｋnshu.net

In addition, Wu Lun neither called her mother nor contacted her team leader. However, she naturally did not go to work the next day, and her team leader did not call to ask.

Lin Sanjiu was afraid that she had missed it, but the fact was very clear: none of the phone numbers and text message records that should have appeared. In the call records, apart from her, there was no number that appeared repeatedly in the past few days, as if Wu Lun was the only one who contacted her.

After the car accident, why did you only tell Lin Sanjiu? Why is her team leader silent about absenteeism?

What happened on the afternoon of the so-called "car accident"?

"Don't worry about this matter," Lin Sanjiu told He Huan when the two were about to break up. "You are responsible for keeping an eye on the factory. I will go find her tonight."

"Actually, you don't have to," He Huan put his hands in his trouser pockets and said calmly, "As long as we leave voluntarily, where can she find you? As far as she is concerned, we will disappear completely."

That's what he said, but Lin Sanjiu couldn't bear to do it. She had not known Wu Lun for a long time, but she had already remembered all the details when this girl cooked noodles for her, asked her to accompany her to museums, and posted advertisements with her... If she wanted to turn around, she would cut off this connection. , she can't do it.

When she returned to Wu Lun's house, Lin Sanjiu realized that she was a step too late.

The door is unlocked and opens when pushed.

Things were messed up, the house was half empty, and a hastily written note was left on the table.

"I have something urgent and I have to go back to my hometown overnight. You don't need to look for me. See you later." This was the only sentence on the note.

…Since then, Wu Lun’s number has been permanently revoked.