Doomsday Wonderland

"There is an extra box of cream pie today, don't you want it?" The middle-aged man had already put the cream pie into a plastic bag: "Then I will take it back."

For ordinary people who take the initiative to surrender, "NPC" is just a special job. In order to appease and use ordinary people as much as possible, the shape-shifters are even willing to pay them a modest salary. Of course, Yaichiyanagi did not receive this kind of treatment; after his twelve hours of work, he could only return to the cell of the fake copy.

Yes, there is a prison in the fake copy.

After greeting the NPC in the exchange class, Ichiyanagi and the middle-aged man walked out of the candy house. At the end of the employee passage, there is a room connected to the guard box; they need to take off the radio, camera, and NPC uniform there, hand them over for storage, and put them on again the next time. The locators on the ankles of both people cannot be removed, but the middle-aged man can ask the staff to switch modes for him before leaving get off work.

When changing his clothes, Ichiyanagi sighed heavily and said to the middle-aged man next to him with a flabby belly: "When I went to deliver things today, I couldn't bear to hear that they had nothing to do with the evolution."

"What's the matter?" The other person turned his head immediately before he even put on his clothes. After working together for nearly a month, although he still didn't like talking to Yatanagi, he inevitably became more familiar with her.

"It seems... they seem to have a plan to turn this place into a real copy."

In fact, what he heard was just a few words, and the amount of information was insufficient to confirm that this was the plan of the evolvers. There could be other explanations for those words - but Yaichi Liu now needed to make the middle-aged man think so, so he spoke with certainty and repeated those words with added detail.

"What would it be like to become a true copy? Could they really be able to..." The middle-aged man thought for a while, then put on his clothes, "But that has nothing to do with us."

Is he unfamiliar with the concept of copy, or is he unable to react?

"Why doesn't it matter?" Wu Yiliu looked at the door, leaned his head close to him, and lowered his voice: "Have you forgotten? The real dungeons all have real NPCs."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned ugly. "Then we-"

"We will be useless." Wu Yiliu emphasized in a more serious tone: "Will our fate be of any use then?"

Although they voluntarily surrendered, there seemed to be a last bit of persistence in these ordinary people, which stopped them from leaning towards the shape-shifters and held back their current minds - none of them were willing to transform.

Take this middle-aged man, he doesn't like Wu Yiliu, not because he doesn't like Wu Yiliu as a person, but because he doesn't like himself. To be more precise, he didn't like himself surrendering to the shape-shifters.

"What should we do?" The middle-aged man was at a loss for ideas. "Is it impossible to escape in the end?"

"You should be in contact with other NPCs, right?" Wu Yiliu said, "Go ask them and see if anyone knows what is going on. I just heard those few words, so it's best to ask more Good news."

He was referring to "other ordinary people who surrendered". They had a little more freedom of movement and were more convenient to inquire about information. The middle-aged man also understood this. "When I go back, I'll ask other people too."

"Okay," the middle-aged man picked up the plastic bag and walked towards the dark green wooden door with "Exit" written on it. "See you tomorrow."

Wu Yiliu looked at his back as he pushed the door open and didn't move. He was always waiting for the moment when the middle-aged man opened the door and walked out. This was a habit he had developed recently. When the door was pushed open, the outside world suddenly existed for a moment, like a gentle reminder, and then disappeared as the door closed.

He knew now was not the time to walk up, push the door open and leave, but he didn't know when it would be. The exit door closed; he looked at it for a moment longer before turning into another corridor.

There are a total of fifty single cells in the fake copy of the prison.

There are ten cells among them. On the side of the prison building facing the interior of the dungeon, if you look in from the road, you can see the "residents" in the single cells through the iron bars on the windows. They are for evolved people, and only evolved people can go in and be seen by other people coming and going.

"Those who violate the rules will be thrown into prison for a certain period of time. They cannot be released before the time limit expires." This sentence has been repeated many times to the evolvers who entered the dungeon.

The evolvers who secretly cooperated with the shape-shifters probably didn't bother to pretend to be in jail to scare the monkeys, so Ichiliu had lived in the prison for so long and he had never seen any prisoners in the ten cells. As for him, and the other twenty or thirty ordinary people who were captured, they all lived in an internal cell, out of sight from the outside world.

From the end of the work to the time when they must report back to the cell, the NPCs only have barely enough thirty minutes. If the time limit is exceeded, the anesthesia needle in the locator will automatically pop out and pierce into the hamstrings. Yaichi Liu thought about how to use this little time many times, but he was always stuck with the locator and had no idea. Now he finally knew.

He ran towards the prison in large strides, saving a lot of time. By the time he reached the door, he was out of breath. He did not enter the door, but waited motionless at the door, looking at the way he came, waiting for the next NPC to appear.

He didn't wait long, because of the time limit, NPCs appeared one after another. It is more convenient to say something outside the prison. After all, the cell is covered with surveillance cameras. If the time is up and the explanation is not clear, you have to find an opportunity to send the message inside the cell. Wu Yiliu was lucky. Before he had to report to prison, he passed the news that "the fake copy became real" to five people, one of whom was a famous gossip.

Everyone agrees that this is not a good thing for them, and they all agree to ask more during the work - but this is not enough. After all, they are just ordinary people, at the lowest level in the fake copy, and their sources of information are too limited.

It would be nice to join forces with an evolver... Ichiyanagi was lying on his single bed, thinking over and over again. He didn't regret donating the paper crane, but he couldn't help but think that it would be great if he still had the paper crane on hand; how could he tell Mellon that the visa officer was unreliable? Not only is it unreliable, it even seems to be teaming up with the shape-shifters.

However, maybe Myron himself doesn't care. She leaves in just four months, and she definitely doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. Otherwise, why has there been no news about her during this period?

These evolvers will never consider from their perspective: In this world that is becoming increasingly distorted and gradually losing its original shape, there is still the last group of human beings who live in panic, watching fellow travelers follow each other like flies. Falling into the air and into the darkness, not knowing when it will be my turn.

Only when he was in a single cell with the lights turned off and his face buried in the rough pillow fabric did he dare to release his emotions. When he looked up, the pillow fabric was already wet - his eyes fell on the cell floor, motionless. A figure was cast on the ground.

He sat up in bed and still didn't say anything for a while. There was a man standing outside the cell fence; the dim light in the prison corridor was blocked behind the man, and he couldn't see who he was except for the shadow cast in.

The man looked around, and the light finally had a chance to fall, illuminating the side of his face. Wu Yiliu immediately breathed a sigh of relief: It's Pease.

It seems that Pease did not succumb to the temptation and quickly thought of a way to get in touch with Yaichi Liu: He is still an evolutionist in name after all. If he takes the initiative to display himself in those "showcase"-style cells, not only You won’t be stopped, and you can come and go freely.

Unexpectedly, I was so lucky. Just when I was looking forward to joining forces with an Evolver, Pease took the initiative to come to the door.

It was late at night, and everyone in the cells on the left and right should have fallen asleep, but Ichiyanagi still didn't dare to take any chances and got out of bed. Through the railing, he said angrily: "Brother Pease, you scared me."

"What do you mean today?" Pease asked directly.

"There's nothing bad to say here..."

"The guard is asleep and no one is looking at the surveillance screen right now."

Wu Yiliu sighed. "I want to go out," he gripped the railing and whispered, "You have also seen, what kind of life am I living like? I have to stand for twelve hours, and I can't even straighten my legs at night."

Pease's eyes wandered around the narrow and depressing single room.

"There was a problem with a camera in my candy store. There was always a white spot on the screen. I came in several times to fix it but couldn't fix it. The last time, the worker lost his temper and left, refusing to come back. Then he stopped working. People took care of it, probably because they thought it wouldn't affect it anyway." Yaichi Liu knew that he had to have unique value to get Pease to help: "But, it created a blind spot area for me."

Peace listened carefully.

"I am mainly responsible for talking to the evolvers. I can guide them to hand over the donations to me. It is not difficult to move away my colleagues and cover the radio." Yatanagi whispered, "I will collect the donations. I am willing to give them all to you...I may not be able to use them if I take them, I just want to leave here, and I can give you anything that is not helpful to this goal."

Even in the dimness, Pease's eyes lit up slightly and he nodded. "Okay," he chuckled, "even if what they donate is just trivial stuff, it's still better than nothing."

He won't suffer any loss anyway. After collecting the things, whether he can help Wu Yiliu escape or not is not a matter of his own thoughts. It was expected that he would agree.

When he was about to turn around and leave, Wu Yiliu hurriedly stopped him again and said, "I have some news that I want to ask you about." He repeated the few words he heard to Pease, who listened for a long time and said, There seemed to be an imperceptible dissatisfaction: "This is my first time listening to it."

It seems that he has regressed so much that other evolvers no longer feel the need to keep in touch with him. Thinking about it this way, it's a bit pitiful.

"To create a copy, you must rely on special items," Pease muttered, lost in thought. "This type of special item is not common and is quite valuable... No wonder they hired a visa officer today. Only the visa officer has the broadest paths and is exposed to the most things..."

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"I will come back to you when I have news." Pease also knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, so before leaving, he said: "You'd better have something to give me when the time comes. If they don't donate, won't you use some means? "

Wu Yiliu secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

How can he force evolutionaries to donate things? There was someone watching next to me.

Although I don't know where to find something to satisfy Pease's appetite, fortunately, I don't have to worry about it for the time being. At least now he has cast out all the nets he can. It depends on what news he can get next. Wu Yiliu climbed onto the narrow bed, perhaps because a big stone was lifted from his heart, and he soon became drowsy.

Go to bed early, we will continue to stand at 12 o'clock tomorrow.

Even when Yaichi Liu was dreaming, he did not expect that one of the guests he welcomed in the candy house was Professor Qiao.