Doomsday Wonderland

"...So, you are neither friends, but you are not enemies either?"

The white steam from a large cup of hot tea blurred the face opposite, and even his voice sounded as if it had been steamed and misty. For the first time, Lin Sanjiu knew that Hu Changzai liked drinking tea so much - was it because they had too few opportunities to get along in the past, or had she forgotten it after so many years?

"I don't know what the relationship is," she smiled bitterly, "Anyway, he probably won't kill me."

Hu Changzai held the tea cup and nodded thoughtfully.

After God's love said goodbye in a hurry, his appearance changed again: the little extra meat on his body when he was raised as a "livestock" disappeared again at some point, and his skin was worn away by the wind, sand and sunlight. Fine lines. Although he is no longer short-sighted, he still habitually wears a pair of glasses, even though one lens is empty; only the sunken eye sockets due to thinness still shine with the same kind and slightly stubborn look. Eyes.

When I think about the adventurous time in the extreme temperature hell, I still remember it as brightly as the sunshine at noon yesterday. Seeing Hu Changzai again was like meeting that period of my own life again - suddenly, all the memories from that time came to life, including battles, blood, dependence, talking and laughing, smells and starry sky...

"And you?"

After being silent for a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu raised his head and glanced at the group of silent puppets behind Hu Chang. "What's going on with you? How did you get here all these years?"

Hu Changzai responded with the same wry smile as she did just now.

"I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky." He sighed and turned the teacup in his hand. "The third apocalyptic world I experienced was the Central Twelve Worlds. At that time, I was treated as a rare item. Caught... I still remember the first time I was sold, it was at an auction. Since then, I rarely leave the Twelve Realms."

Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips tightly and listened without saying a word.

"I have been turned around four or five times. Although I have resisted fiercely and knocked down more than one person...but my basic evolution is really holding me back - besides, I don't have special items, and they don't allow me to Yes. In fact, to this day, I don’t know what kind of relationship I have with those buyers... They know that I am different from the items, and they want to use me, but they also have to be wary of me; some people are also careful. He is particularly nice to me, better than ordinary people, probably because he hopes that I can obey him wholeheartedly. However, most buyers are still unwilling to let me follow suit. I think it is because they do not want others to know what they say all the time. Are you telling the truth?"

Hu Changzai didn't seem to care much about the days when he was constantly changing hands. He had a calm expression on his face and just took another sip of tea. He exhaled a burst of warm white breath with satisfaction and said softly: "If I have to define it, to buyers I should be a mixture of items, slaves and employees."

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"You suffered a lot, right?"

"Suffering is out of the question," Hu Changzai said slowly in a low voice: "After all, you don't have to take risks yourself, and the resources in life are abundant. But for so many years, I have never been able to take a look at what I want to see. Scenery, walking to the place I want to go once - although the days pass day by day, it doesn't feel like my own life."

He raised his eyes in the hot steam, seemingly confused. There must have been more painful and unbearable experiences in the process of being passed from hand to hand as an object; but he didn't mention it a word. What he cared about most seemed to be the journey he missed along the way.

She couldn't imagine a life tied to a rope.

"Do you want to get rid of the puppet master?" Lin Sanjiu raised his head abruptly and asked a little eagerly: "If you want, I will definitely help you -"

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Unexpectedly, Hu Changzai waved his hand, "The puppet master...he is different from other buyers."

Lin Sanjiu raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Hu Changzai did not continue to explain why the puppet master was "different"; he put down the teacup and did not deliberately change the subject, but honestly admitted: "I I think he definitely doesn’t want me to talk about him like this behind his back, so I won’t tell you.”

This kind of stunned attitude that was revealed inadvertently seemed to remind people of the shadow of Hu Changzai from the extreme temperature hell.

"Okay," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but smile, "I have a friend named Bohemia, who is currently looking after the puppet master in the medical room. So you don't have to rush there, just eat something and rest first... ...If you need anything, just tell Shales.”

Hu Changzai blushed slightly and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Okay... you are still the same as before, not much has changed."

There's none?

Lin Sanjiu suddenly fell into a trance. UU reading www.uukanshu． net She vaguely felt that something had quietly changed in her, but she couldn't explain why - she simply gave up the idea and sighed: "There is one more thing... about the order of the apocalyptic world. But this It’s a long story.” She raised her head and glanced at the color of the sky revealed in the skylight at the top of the tea room, “I’m going out soon, and we’ll talk about it in detail when I get back.”

Hu Changzai nodded, held the tea cup carefully, and left following Shales's guidance.

Even though there are now seven living people and a large group of dolls living in the spaceship, Exodus still looks so empty and vast, without adding a trace of popularity. Lin Sanjiu did not call for the single-person suspension cabin, but walked slowly forward along the long, silent corridor; she frowned along the way, and only her thoughts and footsteps floated out emptyly, like the entire spaceship. She was the only one left there.

After returning to the room, she changed into an all-black combat uniform - this seemed to be a gift package based on the uniform of a certain country's field team. The thick rubber soles of the short boots were both light and strong, and the sound they made when they landed was almost inaudible; after tightening her belt, counting her special belongings, and checking the black backpack that Sibaan left for her, Lin San Wine called out to Saras.

"Sbaan hasn't woken up yet?"

"No," Sarath replied softly. "Do I need to wake him up?"

It seemed that he was not just "tired" - Lin Sanjiu thought of the lingering smell of blood on his body.

"No, no need to. Let him continue to sleep,"

Lin Sanjiu swung the black bag onto her back and tied the laces tightly around her chest. The gun was hard and heavy against her back, and the coolness of the bullet clip clung to her waist through the fabric.

"I had no intention of going with him in the first place."