Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

There were not many customers during the day, and when the four of them walked into the ticket hall, they could see posters scrolling on a huge screen.

Approaching the automatic ticket vending machine, a few people lined up to pay, and then put their wrists close to the reading area to register, and finally heard a beep from the machine to indicate completion.

The wrist bones of federal residents are now implanted with microchips, which can facilitate registration and handle various businesses.

["Please Hold My Fingertips"; ticket price 325 federal currency; please pay]

[payment complete]

[Login information...]

[pass, welcome]

The machine made a 'beep' sound. Hercia looked up and walked ahead, and trotted a few steps to follow.

Passing through the dark tunnel, the four of them came to a small room, where 12 cabins were placed for people to lie in. The interior exudes a light blue halo, which is particularly eye-catching in the dark environment.

Approaching one of the cabins, after placing the wrist on the detection table, the data quickly flashed, and then the cabin door was slowly lifted, emitting a faint air-conditioning.

"I'll go in first." A companion said, and lay down.

Hercia stepped on the auxiliary pedal and lay down carefully, and then the transparent metal glass slowly closed, and countless tiny spots of light swam in front of the field of vision.

[Time: 2:42pm, "Please Hold My Fingertips\