One Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy-One Please Don’t Worry About the Unemployment Rate in the Apocalyptic World

Night Breeze didn't show its head for a long time.

The sparse and loose clouds are like thin cotton that has been torn apart by thin hands, lazily thrown into the dark sky. Both the clouds and the moon were short of breath tonight; neither of them were interested in the figure running all the way on the ground, so she hurriedly jumped out of the shadow of the clouds and moon, quickly climbed up the high metal wall, and jumped off The land on the other side.

Lin Sanjiu soon turned into a smaller and smaller figure, and finally disappeared from the distant land.

After she left, the arsenal under the night fell into solidification again. The wind stopped, there were no human footsteps, and the shadows were pressed to the ground in silence, as if the entire arsenal had been forgotten by time.

I don’t know how much time passed, but from the solidified layers of shadows, movement finally began to appear - in the vast and empty backyard of the arsenal, one after another deep black shadows were quietly coming from They rose from the ground into the night sky; when the sound of movements deep in the earth stopped, they also stopped, glowing slightly under the pale moon.

The thin metal platform that once surrounded Fan He slid open a gap in the center; the gap became wider and wider, and when they were fully opened, Fan He, who was re-appeared in the world, also gently opened his eyes.

She listened for a while and then raised a hand.

After a few minutes, Fan He nodded, withdrew his hand, and the [Spirit of All Things] faded away. She walked out of the thin metal platform, and every step she took was like stepping into the darkness and being swallowed up by the darkness; along the way, Fan He didn't even glance at the smashed walls and kicked-in doors, and didn't take any detours. , came straight to the door of the recording room of "Biluo Huangquan Branch".

Fan He kicked the unclosed door with her toes, and the three-dimensional image of the Biluo Huangquan branch that had been copied and shrunk behind the door was revealed in front of her eyes.

Lin Sanjiu didn't destroy anything here... After she left, everything returned to its normal state in the recording room. There are buildings high and low, the highest is no more than the knee; in the streets and alleys formed by light and shadow, various golden names are projected into the air from the heads of various little people.

Fanhe walked into the three-dimensional image, walked past the little man with the name "Si Baan" floating on it, and stopped in front of the little man with the name "Li Wen Su Jiang".

She and the small human figure formed by light and shadow looked at each other for a while.

"I know, I haven't been here for a long time," Fan He looked at the name in the air with a calm and cool tone. "Actually, the main reason I came here this time is not to see you."

The four small pale gold characters "Li Wen Sujiang" floated motionless.

"But you probably don't mind," she whispered, "you're dead."

Fanhe stopped and the room was quiet for a while. She looked down at the light and shadow figure that should represent Li Wensujiang, shook her head, and said, "No matter how I adjust it, it's difficult to express the characteristics of a real person in detail... If you didn't have photos in your file, I wouldn't have I almost forgot what you looked like.”

She thought for a while and added: "If I had seen your body back then, maybe I could remember it more clearly now. But your body was also recycled and destroyed, and the parts on your body were put into use again..."

Fan He searched in his pocket and found a small piece of bright yellow petals.

"I knew I was coming here before, so I picked a wild flower petal on the road." She bent down and placed the petal in front of the little man Li Wen traced the river, and said: "The prototype has no grave... I am not sweeping the grave."

As she turned to leave, she looked back and picked up a corner of her robe, preventing the wind from blowing away the petals.

Fanhe stopped next to the "Sba'an" villain.

"Name, Fanhe," her voice didn't change much, but it seemed that the vibration frequency of her vocal cords was different when she spoke. It sounded almost like the sound of mechanical operation, "No. M02, fifth generation..."

The small words "Sba'an" suddenly flashed slightly, and then a small arsenal icon appeared.

Fan He spread out a white palm forward, but did not reach out to touch it. He only whispered: "Retrieve the operator's biomark left when this entry was interacted with last time, and transfer it to me. .”

Something suddenly flickered on the three words "Siba'an"; Fanhe waited quietly. As soon as the transfer process was over, she immediately closed her palms and closed her eyes.

"As expected of the state of mind after making contact... As expected, I couldn't hold it back and clicked Sibaan's name." She whispered, "Yes, the biomark is very clear and strong... So, you go now where?"

*

Lin Sanjiu, who was being tracked, didn't use his imagination at all and returned to the world of the city hall honestly.

When she came out of the arsenal, most of the night had passed; by the time she returned to the square in front of the city hall after the long journey, the bright daylight had already summoned all the flood service providers.

Standing sheds, tables and chairs spread out, people coming and going, the sound of bargaining... Lin Sanjiu, who had been working hard all night without any rest, felt like a floating ghost walking among the bustling crowds under the sun.

She glanced at [eBay] and saw that the puppet master hadn't responded yet. She suppressed a yawn and put it away again. She didn't know what was going on with the puppet master, whether it was dangerous or not; but before getting in touch, she couldn't just wait without doing anything, so she simply took advantage of the fact that the puppet master was not around and it was easier to move around, holding on to her heart. The problem is back.

"pig?"

A flood service provider who was pulled by her for questioning looked stunned, as if he didn't understand why someone would ask him about the whereabouts of a pig. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he suddenly realized: "Oh, you are talking about That kind of pig-shaped degenerate species!"

"That's right," Lin Sanjiu nodded quickly and said, "I also searched around the city hall building and the square, but I didn't see it anywhere... When I came last time, I saw it all at once. There are two ends."

"I really didn't pay attention. If you say so, they are indeed not here today." The flood service provider with a mustache was sitting on a small stool, probably because there was no business coming to the door for the time being, so he was quite willing to do more. The last few sentences: "Why are you looking for a pig-shaped degenerate?"

Lin Sanjiu thought for a long time, and finally decided to tell the truth: "The pig I saw last time said that it hoped that the doomsday world in the city hall would come to life and become a real little doomsday..."

"Ha," Little Beard unexpectedly laughed and said, "So this is it? We have all heard of it at least, and we don't know what they are dreaming about. The fallen species are the fallen species, and they can't be changed to eat - so what?"

Probably because of his loud voice, a stall owner nearby heard him and leaned over to join the conversation, saying to Lin Sanjiu: "You are looking for a pig-shaped degenerate. Today is not the right time to come."

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu asked.

"I heard, UUReadingwww.uukanshu.net Those pigs have work to do." The stall owner seemed to be idle, and he was very active in gossiping, saying: "Although he looks like a pig, But they also have needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there are many places where money and supplies should be spent. Once, a pig came to me to buy something, and I was curious and asked where the money came from..."

"Is it earned through work?" Mustache was very interested, "But what kind of work can they do? Who would deal with the fallen species?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if they did something to kill people and sell goods." Seeing that the two people's attention was focused on him, the stall owner became more and more interested and said, "Maybe I didn't hide the idea in my heart, so the other person The pig saw it. It seems to like letting others know that it is wrong, and enjoys the way others feel deflated... In short, what do you think it said to me?"

Even Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but lean forward.

“It said that basically all the pig-shaped degenerates were in the same place and doing the same job. It said that the organization they worked in was very standardized and rigorous, and it also said that the scale was not small and the pay was good... and they even had days off. The stall owner waved his hand in the direction of the square and said, "They like the world of the city hall the most. When there are no pigs here, it means they are all at work."

Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word - it's the end of the world, pigs, no, pig-shaped degenerates, still have to go to work?

My outline was very successful! Basically, there are still two or three scattered threads that have not yet been integrated into the entire top view, and there are still some details that need to be smoothed out. Other than that, the outline is almost there all the way to the end.

The notebook for writing outlines is twice as thick as when it was brand new, and it feels quite satisfying to flip through it...

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