Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu slid down the back of the leather sofa, half-slumped and half-sitting, and took a long breath of relief.

All in all, it had only been less than two days since she entered the clouds, but she had already encountered all the changes that others would not encounter in a year; when she sat on a sofa and knew that she would have a short period of time to breathe, she almost Almost melting into a tired embrace.

It's a pity that she can't rest yet; because the position of the sofa under her is not on Exodus.

"Who are you?" A waitress in an apron came up immediately, order paper and pen ready in her hand, "What do you want?"

Lin Sanjiu looked up at her and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

As stated in the promotion of this cafe, its main feature is "nostalgia": it is said that the owner of the restaurant made reference to many beverage shops and cafes in pre-apocalyptic human society, and completely restored all the details of their most pre-apocalyptic atmosphere. It strives to make everyone who steps into the cafe feel as if the apocalypse has never come - its target customer group is mainly evolutionaries from before the apocalypse, as well as post-apocalyptic people who come to experience it out of curiosity.

Naturally, all the waiters are also ordinary people. The work badges on their chests, the food and beverage orders printed on the table, the slightly worn sofa beneath them, the magazine bookshelf in the corner... There is even a TV hanging on the bar, and everything on the TV is pre-apocalyptic. News and programs.

The scene outside the window is no longer high in the sky with highways circling around - ordinary looking people are coming and going, holding briefcases and holding drink glasses. The streets behind them are busy with traffic, and it seems to be just a normal world. Another day.

Even the attitude of the waitress was perfectly restored to that before the apocalypse. "We have a minimum purchase here," she pointed at the table with her pen in a hint of urging, "a table costs fifty yuan."

Yes, the café takes currency units into consideration – the conversion standards are printed on a sign outside the door. As soon as you enter this door, you are back to the pre-apocalypse; the special items and evolutionary abilities of the guests are politely requested not to be used in the cafe by the billboard.

"Oh, it's just me," Lin Sanjiu could feel fatigue clinging to her lips, teeth and tongue when she spoke, making the words she spat out weak. She looked at the drink menu on the table, and for a moment she felt as if she had gone back in time. With a bit of surprise, she stared at it and said slowly: "Then I will order an English afternoon tea pastry plate, with... Earl Gray tea? Oh, no need to bring milk and sugar."

The waitress, who probably didn't know what "British style" was or what an earl meant, nodded confidently, took her money, and said, "So you like tea. Okay, I'll be here right away."

After the waitress left, Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the empty table in front of her, dazed for a while.

Now that Yachiyanagi managed to get away, her efforts to help him recover his memory were naturally in vain - and if he didn't want to recover, how could she force him?

Although there was something fishy about "voluntary consent afterward", Lin Sanjiu noticed something: when she looked at him from outside the house as another person, she couldn't help but have a feeling - that This is exactly the comment that Yachiyanagi has received frequently - "inhumane".

If he felt less human before, he hasn't changed much now. Maybe, some fundamental things have not changed... Does Yachiyanagi's decision to "volunteer afterward" actually represent himself?

Regardless of whether Wu Yiliu was willing or not, after a brief confrontation with him, Lin Sanjiu at least figured out one thing: the Sharks Department valued Pengping very much.

If Wu Yiliu just wanted to recover the memory copy in her hand, there was no reason for him to risk going back with Lin Sanjiu - if the Shark Department had done an investigation, he must have known that the last place Pengping appeared was on her spaceship.

Yes, there will definitely be an unknown number of waves of people following her, either explicitly or covertly, forced or deceived, to follow her back to Exodus.

Speaking of which, Lin Sanjiu really didn't ask Pengping one question: What is his plan to obtain investment from the shark family? How could he be so treasured by a shark?

No matter what it is, it has nothing to do with her anyway. Lin Sanjiu is unwilling to return the copy of the memory, but Pengping really doesn't care at all; as long as she can ensure the safety of Exdous and not be discovered, she can even do it herself Send it back to Pengping - but she must do it herself.

She must let the Sharks know that she is not an easy bone to chew on, she is the tip of a knife, and anyone who touches it will bleed. The Sharks can get Pengping back, but they have to do it without caring about her and giving her face. Otherwise, if they get Pengping back, they will still be thinking about the memory copy, which will cause endless troubles.

When the waitress brought a pot of hot tea, she had already thought of a plan to deal with the sharks. When the waitress brought the afternoon tea cakes for the second time, Lin Sanjiu raised her head and asked, "Can I get some tea here?" Phone call?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the changed form of the communicator on the table - it now looked like a mobile phone, although the details were not quite accurate.

"Making phone calls" was also a common behavior before the apocalypse. The waitress who had probably been trained looked at the "cell phone" and hesitated for a moment, put the pastry tray on the table, and said with a smile: "Of course."

...This is not the first time Lin Sanjiu has taken out the communicator.

Along the way, she had tried countless times. As soon as she regained her memory, Lin Sanjiu almost couldn't help but take out the contact and contact gift package - but Wu Yiliu was by her side at that time, and she was afraid that some details would leak the information.

If I had known it would be leaked, I might as well have contacted the gift package immediately.

Now she hears the same silence over and over again, but she still cannot connect to the communicator on the other end of the gift bag. Is it because of the ten minutes she wasted?

Lin Sanjiu finally slapped the silent communicator and swiped it into the card library.

Is he okay? There can be nothing wrong with him. He and Yu Yuan are both data entities, and no force can harm them - she has seen with her own eyes that Yu Yuan's head that was broken into eight pieces can recover itself; not to mention that the current gift package is only a small strand of his body. His body is existing safely in a dark corner of the universe...

This comfort was very logical, but it couldn't explain why the two people's communicators couldn't connect.

I don’t know if there is a place to post news on Wandering Cloud. Maybe she can send a message to Yu Yuan and the gift bag.

"Publish a message?" At least the topic of the chat was not limited to the end of the world. Regarding her question, the waitress answered enthusiastically: "Of course there are, there are several systems! It depends on which group of people you mainly want to publish the message to." , Evolutionaries and ordinary people each have their own system, and there are also mixed systems, I will write them down for you in a moment."

Lin Sanjiu felt a little calmer.

After getting the note written by the waitress, Lin Sanjiu, who had been hungry for a long time, could no longer hold back. He picked up a sandwich in front of him and bit down half of it in one bite. UU Reading www.uukanshu. ｎnet was immediately surprised. The products of this cafe are actually the same as before the apocalypse: they use real white bread, tomatoes and lettuce. Not only are the sauces complete, but the meat also seems to be real beef, not like some substitute meat from a post-apocalyptic creature. .

Isn't this too precious? Where can I find fresh ingredients?

She became small and reserved on the second bite, savoring the taste of the sandwich bit by bit; besides the sandwich, there were scones, butter and cake waiting for her, and each one seemed to be the real thing— —Even in the Twelve Realms, not many people can afford such an afternoon tea.

Perhaps this can explain why there was a murmur outside the door.

"Why don't you trust me?" The man who was hunched over, pressing the communicator to his ear, with his back to the door of the coffee shop, was whispering to the person on the other end of the communicator: "Didn't you ask me to follow her?" Well, now that she has entered the coffee shop, I will also have to spend money if she goes in. I will be reimbursed for the tea expenses, right? The minimum... the minimum consumption is two hundred yuan."

Lin Sanjiu took a bite of the cake and couldn't help but smile.

It seems that the next person is much easier to deal with than Wu Yiliu.