How to say this feeling

Lin Sanjiu noticed that the atmosphere around him was a little different when he was waiting in line to enter the copy.

It was not until she came to the lucky Rover lottery that she realized that the blank world was actually a very popular place: the number of evolutionists who just queued up for the replica was probably more than that in the community where big blue lived.

Although they are all evolutionists, in front of the copy, they are more disciplined than many people before the end. They all honestly follow the principle of first come, first served, and form a long line in front of the iron fence door one by one.

It is also because of this that Lin Sanjiu is a little complicated at the moment.

She almost forgot that Bohemia was once a number one person.

Obviously, without yourself, Bohemia once again made a name in the doomsday world - it's really "everything is fine without you".

Although it seems that Bohemia's combat power has not changed much, at the moment, walking beside her, Lin Sanjiu actually vaguely feels like walking beside the Puppet Master - how to say, the fox pretending to be a tiger's power doesn't sound good, and the dog supporting people is even more wrong. Anyway, in a word, the two of them stand there, as if an invisible force pushed the front and rear people out, and no one dared to get too close.

"Are you doing something good again?" Lin Sanjiu asked in a low voice. Before Bohemia met her, she couldn't bear the arrogance and recklessness of Bohemia.

"What did I do?" Bohemia is more imposing than her: "what did you say I did?"

Maybe it's the kind of thing that runs in the countryside... Lin San Jiu was ashamed of himself. He coughed and didn't ask again. He turned to say, "by the way, I haven't finished talking to you yet. I met an old friend Lou Qin in the last world..."

Lin Sanjiu had long wanted to share the good news of the vaccine with her, but it was a pity that she only talked about the context at the beginning, and the team began to move forward; The copy creature lady, standing at the gate of the iron fence, arranged the evolutionist to walk in: "every eight people enter a division, oh, you have to go to Division 3..."

Looking through the iron fence, the lawn is only a hundred square meters in size, with six tents standing; But people went in one by one, but it was always empty, like a bottomless hole, and swallowed up dozens of people in front of Lin Sanjiu.

When the two men approached the door, the eyes of the biological lady rolled on them several times.

"You go to No. 5 division," she said, not reassured after arranging, "do what you should do, and don't make trouble."

Did she tell others just now? No

Lin Sanjiu felt that he was an honest man at first sight, so the problem must lie with Bohemia; Bohemia, unfortunately, feels the opposite: "it must be you. No one can rest assured after looking at your face."

When they walked past the door, the copy creature lady was clearly still behind them and said to the next evolutor, "you go to Division 6", but when they walked between the courtyard and the shed, they found that the copy creature lady was standing in the middle of the shed, clapping her hands - "welcome to the old thing fair!"

"Isn't it the lucky Rover lottery," asked a tall, compact, 45 year old man. "How many names does this copy have?"

"There are many different ways of lottery at the lottery office. Today Saturday, it's our turn to sell old things."

I didn't expect this copy to be divided into weeks.

"How to play this?" A thin boy standing in front asked excitedly.

"Everyone is willing to take risks to enter this copy. It must be because each of you has something you want very much." Ms. replica biology folded her hands, and her tone was almost like a psychologist: "whether you are clearly aware of this at the moment or not, the hidden desire in your heart has pushed you into this replica."

What does Bohemia want? Lin Sanjiu looked at the thick golden brown hair beside him from the corner of his eyes; She seemed to listen carefully.

"If you win the prize successfully in this copy, the item you get is the one you want in your heart." Copy of Ms. biology's sentence, immediately made the girl with long black hair take a breath - provoking everyone to cast a glance at her. "Of course, we are not omnipotent. We can give you what we want. If measured by quantitative indicators, only items with a precious index of 6-8 can be provided to you."

"How does this count?" Asked a fat middle-aged woman wrapped in a pink skirt.

"According to the general standard applicable to most people, the precious index of life, freedom, faith and other things is about 16-20. After all, we should consider the differences of each person, so I can only give a range." Ms. replica biology said.

The face of the girl with long black hair was immediately crushed by disappointment. It was obvious that what she wanted was far more precious than 6-8.

"Six to eight... That's good," the tall man murmured. "I don't know what it will be."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of what he would get - anyway, it's impossible to get a puppeteer or other friends from the copy.

"However, everything in the world is always accompanied by risks and benefits." Ms. replica biology continued, "you must also see from the road signs that many people prefer to avoid us... That is because when you get something with a value of 6-8, a negative level of 7-9 will happen."

"It's not fair," the thin boy muttered.

Maybe everyone is really pushed in by desire. Although the risks and interests are not symmetrical, they do not arouse much reaction - people always feel that what they want now is far more important than future misfortune.

Ms. replica biology turned a deaf ear. "As for the specific playing methods... Everyone should have seen the lottery?"

She waved to the side and directed everyone's eyes to the nearby tent. Under the shadow of roofs, the originally empty table gradually turned into fuzzy shadows and shapes, as if something was about to float up under the water, but it just stayed at the moment before it could be seen clearly.

"When the copy starts, all kinds of second-hand objects, antiques and other objects will appear in all the tents. According to the hints and problems given by the copy, you have to choose three objects from the objects on the scene and give them to me after you buy them."

Her hand pressed in the air, pressed down the question that everyone held in their mouth, and said, "let me finish first. You have an hour to buy things. After an hour, I will draw a lottery for you... The correct three items are the 'winning number'. Anyone who accurately pressed any item can get a reward from the lottery. If you hit a few items, you can get several rewards."

Hearing this, some of the people brightened their faces, as if they felt that the chance of winning the prize was not low; Some frowned and glanced at the people next to them. They should also be aware that eight people have to compete to get three items. I'm afraid this process can't work.

Lin San Jiu doesn't worry. With her current skills, there are not many evolutionists that she can pay attention to, not to mention a doll around her - Oh, Bohemia.

"No matter how many items are hit, the unfortunate event is one," Ms. replica biology laughed. "You see, it's actually very fair."

"How to buy?" When a modest man opened his mouth, Lin San turned his head with a Shua - she knew the voice.

The evolutionist, who was painted with a ballpoint pen by "meeting an old friend in a foreign country", complained and scolded for a few times, and then disappeared without a trace, turned out to have entered another copy. No wonder she couldn't find it outside!

I didn't expect to kill two birds with one stone when I spent a copy with Bohemia; Lin Sanjiu hurriedly pulled Bohemia, and let her follow him and walk a few steps towards the man.

Although the man didn't look back, he seemed to feel it. The two of them took a step closer, and his feet moved away. When the copy of Ms. biology answered, the distance between them had not changed at all.

"The stall owner will make an offer for you," Ms. replica biology said demurely, "six stall owners, all of them are me."

She didn't seem to think about how strange the scene was. With a wave of her hand, the same lady stood behind each stall; A total of seven identical faces, with the same smile, surrounded a group of evolutionists.

"Where is the hint?"

In the copy, in addition to Lin Sanjiu, the person who hasn't spoken at last also spoke. It was a very rare couple in the doomsday, and the speaker was the husband; The two stood close to each other on their shoulders, their wedding rings wrapped around their fingers.

"It's all on the stall, which is provided to you by the stall owner." Ms. replica biology said, "the tips or questions given by every two stalls are for a winning item. Do you have any questions?"

Before everyone spoke, she waved again, "if you have any questions, you can ask them later. There are seven of me. Now let the garage sale begin."

As soon as her voice fell, everything on the stall quickly became clear and stable; Not only was the table full of things, but there were also clothes hangers, furniture, boxes... The evolutionists who were present immediately dispersed and went to various stalls. Lin Sanjiu saw the opportunity and hurried to follow the evolutionist who was also hit by the "meet an old friend in another country" and walked with him to stall 5.

"That,"

Even if the other side's face was full of "don't want to talk", Lin Sanjiu still insisted, "today's weather is very good?"

The man said nothing and looked at her.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, this is the blank world..." she can only finish the dialogue alone, "I saw you outside just now. Do you often come to the blank world?"

"Well." The man squeezed out a word.

"Do you like it so much," Lin Sanjiu said hard. The other party seems to be very wary of people. She simply doesn't know how to get around the topic she wants to talk about.

"I don't like it," the man suddenly said, "the blank world can make its own rules by writing pictures."

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