When Lin Sanjiu returned to Black Market, it was already noon the next day. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Instead of rushing back to Exodus, she went through a disinfectant bath of potions and infrared rays with hundreds of other people and entered the black market again.

The area of the Black Market is probably larger than the capital of a country. Lin Sanjiu walked through Gate A today, and he felt as if he had come to a new place, and everything he could see was unfamiliar; She walked down the street for a few minutes, and even had to pull out a map of the black market to be sure she was in the Black Market.

The last night she spent on the black market was filled with the sweet smell of all kinds of food, mixed with laughter and faint singing; Round orange street lamps floated over people's heads, illuminating their ruddy, bright, sweaty faces.

But the block of Gate A has a cold face.

It's time for the black market to come alive, but there are still few pedestrians in the neighborhood. No one's eyes met each other's eyes, let alone their shoulders—some had gloomy faces, looking only at the passers-by under their noses; Someone's muscles bulged high, his steps were big and heavy, and every muffled sound of stepping on the ground was like a warning full of aggression.

If they had come close to each other, it might have been a bit of a hassle, for almost all of them had weapons of different shapes and sometimes unrecognizable.

Lin Sanjiu lowered his gaze slightly, pretending not to see the oncoming group of people.

In this gloomy neighborhood, the crowds that occupy most of the street are particularly conspicuous, not to mention the fact that each of them has a very uncomfortable gas mask on his face - each of them looks like a magnified and distorted face of a fly, and the large round eye glass glows with a dark light, as if he is constantly looking at his prey with a greedy look.

There were men and women among the five or six men, and most of them happened to be dressed in tactical vests and trousers; As Lin Sanjiu passed by them, the group of people suddenly slowed down and turned their heads towards her.

Lin Sanjiu's pace did not pause, and he did not even distance himself from them, still walking past one of the members without squinting. The moment the two passed by, they were only a fist apart.

A swarm of flies stared at her in silence for a few seconds, casting a clear, heavy gaze on her back. With her hands in her trouser pockets, she walked expressionlessly for a moment, when at last the sound of footsteps came from behind her, fading away from her tense nerves.

She exhaled inwardly.

This kind of person sniffs the smell of blood in search of the weak in the apocalyptic world, and even if he comes to the Twelve Realms, he still has a habit that is difficult to change; It is only when confronted with people at the top of the food chain that they hold their hands and feet and turn away. Not only can you not show weakness, but even the look of caution is better not to show the slightest.

A stout man with a single mortar on his shoulder walked not far from his field of vision; Lin Sanjiu glanced in the direction he came, and his gaze fell on a piece that read, "Survive by any means!" "A line of words on the signboard.

Under the sign is a row of tin doors, half-open and half-hidden, with a "Commercial" sign.

As soon as I walked in, the light suddenly dimmed, and a smell of floating ash rushed to my face. There were many black shadows of different shapes hanging from the ceiling, hanging down in the air like the dense aerial roots of old trees. She had to bend down slightly, dodging all sorts of things in the air as much as she could, and headed deeper into the store.

A dim white light reluctantly lit at the back of the store, as if it would be blown out by the darkness at any moment. As soon as Lin Sanjiu turned in that direction, she accidentally bumped into two things hanging from the ceiling - a hard touch hit her shoulder, and she turned around to avoid it, but suddenly twisted her head violently, staring at them and froze her movements.

Two feet with hiking boots swayed in mid-air.

"The owner of this pair of feet wants to cheat my goods with a fake thing." A hoarse, deep voice suddenly broke the silence. The person who spoke sounded old, and his throat seemed to be perpetually inflamed: "The pair of feet next to him are black market investigators who maintain law and order." ”

Lin Sanjiu turned his eyes in a daze, and sure enough, he found that not far behind the pair of hiking shoes, there was a pair of feet wearing leather boots hanging. She didn't follow her feet all the way up, but turned her head to look at the shopkeeper who was sitting behind the light at some point.

He had thin, gray hair, sixty or seventy years of age, and his cheeks hung loosely, and a deep furrow was squeezed out of his nose and lips. The old man picked up a cigarette with his yellow fingers and didn't look at Lin Sanjiu at a glance, "Say, what do you want?" ”

Lin Sanjiu glanced around, and saw that there was no third pair of hanging feet around him, so he stabilized his breath and asked, "Do you have any transportation?" Preferably at high speed like an airplane. ”

The old man cleared his throat heavily, and let out a loud phlegm sound. He raised a pair of cloudy eyes with a smile and took a puff of cigarette: "Go up to me to find transportation?" Don't you see the signboard? ”

Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a few seconds. She didn't want to act like a newcomer, so she pulled out a black market map and told him that she had followed the instructions, but fortunately the old man coughed, and then said, "Why, isn't the shuttle bus provided by the night wanderer girl enough for you to take?" ”

The "Night Wandering Girl" is one of the organizations that operate and manage the Twelve Realms, and all the transportation that Lin Sanjiu took in the Biluo Yellow Spring was provided by this organization without exception, and all the red crystals she spent for this were also in its pocket. However, the vicinity of the Grand Canyon is sparsely populated, and there are even fewer ways to get around; The last time she had been on the plane was not only not fast, it only stopped in the middle of the mountain, but it was also very unpunctual, how many times a day she could fly and when it would fly, it was all uncertain - she did not dare to give up her life to the old captain.

"It's not very convenient." She only replied briefly, and couldn't help but faintly begin to be disappointed in her heart.

The old man coughed loudly, and when he finally stopped hissing in his lungs, he took another puff of his cigarette, his eyes narrowed in the smoke of inferior tobacco.

"How much are you willing to pay?"

"You have?" Lin Sanjiu's eyes lit up.

"I only have one self-propelled wheel, which I use myself." The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face blooming deeply. "But you're here for me."

"How?"

"I can get the word out for you and see if anyone can get a flying machine or something." He cleared his throat, his vocal cords as if they were about to burst: "But this contraband is difficult, you have to be patient and wait." ”

Contraband?

Perhaps it was Lin Sanjiu's expression that betrayed her thoughts, and the old man smiled: "It turns out that you don't know." Vehicles with a speed of more than 30 kilometers per hour are considered contraband. ”

"Why?"

"Why? For money. The old man snuffed out the cigarette butt and slowly leaned back in his chair, his spine gurgling. Unless you're a big man on top of the Twelve Realms...... Otherwise, no one can have their own airplane or dryland boat. Oh, except for one thing. ”

"What?"

"Flying Spider," the old man smiled and showed a mouthful of smoky yellowed teeth, "because it's not about speed. ”

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but rub his eyebrows and let out a long sigh.

"How's that, do you want me to ask?"

She paused and gritted her teeth slightly: "Ask." ”

"Then you'd better pick a place where no one is around." The old man spat on the ground, straightened up and wiped his mouth: "Now let's talk about the deposit." ”

"Do you want a deposit? What if no one has a flying machine? ”

"That's not going back, I never work for nothing." The old man lazily touched a pet dog specimen on the table, "You may not know yet, you don't have a choice." ”

Two hours later, Lin Sanjiu, who had turned around in a big circle and returned in vain, finally pushed back with a dejected face, "Do whatever it takes to survive!" "The door.

"It's not expensive," the old man laughed, watching her almost get kicked in the shoulder by the dead man on the ceiling. "Agree sooner, you won't have to waste so much time."

He's not expensive, but it's really not expensive. I don't know why, this shopkeeper doesn't accept red crystals, and still insists on bartering; Lin Sanjiu gave her a gift package of fresh vegetables, meat, flour, and some cigarettes and alcohol that Qing Jiu kept for a while at some point, even if he had paid a deposit.

The journey back to the Grand Canyon turned out to be even more torturous than when I came. She found a hooded coat to cover herself from her head, and with a little weakness that she didn't know where it came from, she stood at the entrance of Mid-Levels Town and waited for more than an hour before finally waiting for the old and dilapidated little plane.

When the old captain found out that she was the only passenger, he waved his hand and said that he couldn't fly after drinking too much; She had to pull out another bag of red crystals before the captain suddenly sobered up.

By the time I got off the plane, it was already dark. Lin Sanjiu dragged his sore bones and trekked for an hour at the beginning of the night before he finally saw a forest made by the camouflage barrier again. She climbed up the canyon, along the suspension bridge below the river, and groped her way down in the darkness, feeling as if she were a dead soul sinking into the abyss.

Exodus is good at everything, but the location is a real headache.

The complaint weighed heavily on her stomach and made her sigh incessantly along the way. When she finally stepped on the iron staircase, the circular wall in front of her seemed to sense her weight, and suddenly in the dead darkness slowly lit up with a gentle silver-white light, like the eternal and tranquil other side of the River Styx.

"Welcome home, Principal." Shalais said in a soft voice.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu had no complaints.

"I only have one night, and I'm leaving tomorrow." She gently stroked the hydraulic door that had been opened for her, feeling like a long-lost relative. "Come on, take me on a sightseeing."