Perhaps the expression on Lin Sanjiu's face was too strong, and the woman named Long Foot sighed faintly—the breath that erupted from her mouth made her mask bulge. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why ......" Lin Sanjiu stammered, and it took a long time to find a question: "As a degenerate seed, why do you work in a food store?" Wait, it's a part-time job, right? ”

The rift girl looked at her fixedly with a pair of eyes that were no different from ordinary people. "The degenerate seed must live," it said disapprovingly, "and this shop provides me with food and lodging, so that I have a chance to vent my desires, and the owner is often absent; Compared to other depraved species, my job is already very good. ”

"Cathartic desire?"

It raised one of its gloved hands—Lin Sanjiu reflexively tensed his muscles—and slashed in the air like a cut. It moved very fast, and its palms became a blurred shadow: "We crack women -- oh, there are also men, who like to slice off the skin and muscles of living people...... With a 0.1 mm epidermal layer, I can make dozens of pieces, as thin as snow. It would be better if there were small children, that kind of screaming is satisfying. That's why the boss introduced this slice ...... What did you say? Oh no, if it's human flesh, I won't eat it. ”

It tilted its head and thought about it, and for a moment, Lin Sanjiu almost wondered if she was having an absurd dream - she was standing on a busy street, orange lights shining over her shoulders, facing a box of hot fried milk buns, listening to a depraved species talk about how it was a child.

Dreams don't get any more bizarre than that.

"It's because we're vegetarians that you're left to work by your evolutionaries." When the Rift Girl said this, she waved her hand very frankly: "We degenerate species don't like you evolutionaries at all, it's all forced by life. ”

Now, Lin Sanjiu can't even find a problem. It's not that she doesn't have anything to ask, it's that there are too many questions.

After a while, she muttered a sentence: "But...... How could anyone trust the Fallen Seed? ”

"Don't be so surprised," Changzu pointed in a direction behind Lin Sanjiu, "If you don't worry, just go and take a look around the building over there." You've decided to come back, and I'll only charge you half of the service fee for your human guide. However, "it did not forget to put away the carton," and I left the milk bag first. ”

In the direction of the rift woman, there is a white two-story building. It's sleek and sleek in shape, but it's not surprising compared to other buildings. Lin Sanjiu queued up on the porch for a while, and it wasn't until he spent money on a ticket that he realized what kind of building he was about to enter - "Rebuilding Life: Biluo Huangquan Seventy Years Review Museum".

The order of the museum tour began 70 years ago, when the Biluo Yellow Spring was just coming to an end; It is divided into "Viruses and Prevention", "Dangerous Copies", "Legacy Technology", "Ruins Reconstruction" and other exhibition areas. She didn't understand why Changzu had asked her to come to the museum at first, and it wasn't until she walked into the penultimate section that she stopped in surprise.

"The History of Man and the Fallen Species", a long vertical sign is engraved with this line; A human evolutionary is standing in the doorway yawning, with a work sign around her neck that reads "Paid Docent".

However, the red crystal handed over by Lin Sanjiu did not inspire her professionalism.

"What you see now are the more typical and common depravity at the beginning of the end of the world." Interestingly, as soon as the girl walked around, the two of them were followed by several evolutionaries who didn't pay for the explanation. “…… After the Evolutionaries took control of the viruses in the Yellow Springs, two of the most dangerous of them had been completely eradicated, you see, these were their specimens. ”

In a glass case filled with light, two inhuman brown bodies were soaked in the light; One of them was clearly a woman, as the organs of its body had swelled to the point of shocking and disgusting. The other body was huge, even if only a layer of dry skin was left on the skeleton, it was still like a small mountain—on its deformed stapler-shaped head, the two small black eye holes reminded Lin Sanjiu of the Komodo dragon he had seen in the zoo before.

"After a long period of observation, comparison and analysis, we have retained two types of degenerate species. These two degenerate species have proven to be useful to us over the decades. The narrator yawned again and glared back at a few tourists who had listened to the tour for free.

In the next glass case, Lin Sanjiu saw a long-haired corpse, with arm bones as thin as a blade, and a folded piece of webbed flesh connected to the body. Its mouth was half-open, and the massive cleft looked like it was about to split its head in two.

"Rip girl," the narrator knocked on the glass case. "Mild-tempered, incompetent, vegetarian. Therefore, many people like to raise one, which has a wide range of uses. ”

A three-minute walk away from this dried corpse, there was a living of its kind; Perhaps Nagazu also once wore a mask, paid for a ticket, and came in to visit its unfortunate predecessors. As soon as he thought of this, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but feel a little complicated in his heart.

What do you think when you see a dried corpse?

"Vegetarian, does it only eat vegetables and fruits?" A man who rubbed the explanation asked, "That's precious, I can't eat it yet!" ”

"No," the narrator replied, glancing at Lin Sanjiu, "Vegetarian means that they live by sucking human screams, fears, adrenaline, and the like. ”

"Where can I find it?" She frowned.

"It's just as much as you want. There's a group that collects this in the apocalyptic world...... Oh, there's one of their 'scare houses' in the black market, where the gas and screams of the tourists are preserved and sold to the owner of the Rip Girl. The round-faced girl also suggested: "You can also try it, it's quite interesting, and the tickets are not expensive." ”

"Why do you want to work with the degenerate? What can they do? She asked.

"We're all evolutionaries," the narrator girl sighed suddenly, "If it's not for the lack of money, who wants to work like a nerd?" Especially some dirty work, no one has done it. For example, the cleaning and sanitation bar of the black market, the cleaning of every street, garbage collection, transportation, and incineration...... It would take at least five adults a whole night. But in the case of the Fallen Seed, it is enough to put one on each street, and you don't have to give them time to rest, and you don't have to worry about them getting sick, and you can't die anyway. ”

Lin Sanjiu stopped talking.

The other is the male degenerate species, whose corpse looks indistinguishable from that of a human, and whose greatest difference in life - a layer of yellow gas under the skin - has dissipated with death.

"You use red crystal, but have you ever wondered who went hundreds of meters into the crater, dug up the red crystal, and polished them into different sizes?" The narrator asked as if he were reciting words. She seems to have been waiting for the end of her day and kept looking at her watch. "It's this type of depraved species. Every 14 months, we at Biluo Yellow Springs send a batch of miners' degenerate seeds to the red nautilus, at the cost of one-fourth of the fruits of their work. ”

"Aren't you afraid of the depraved revolt?"

"Now you'll see the means of control we've developed for the Fallen." The narrator's girl led a larger and larger group of people into a small hall. In this small hall, Lin Sanjiu immediately saw dozens of props for detention, manipulation, and containment - from electric shock collars, remote control chips, to Paplov's canine neurocin; The transparent display boxes lined up one by one can make the freest person feel the most worried.

"There are many of them produced by Biluo Academy," the narrator girl was unmoved, obviously accustomed to it for a long time: "In addition to tangible things, there are also many domestication and teaching techniques. We make sure that every degenerate seed who is released to work understands that human beings are the God who guarantees their lives, and that obeying our commands is the best way for them to survive. ”

Towards the end of the tour, she led the group to the next section. Standing at the door, the round-faced girl continued to recite the words: "However, our world is facing an increasingly urgent problem. In the past 70 years, the degenerate seed has gradually died out for various reasons, and now the stock is only 15 percent of what it was then. Our demand has risen by half, but it has not been effectively replenished because the end of the world is over. In the future, how we will solve the problem of manpower is still an unanswered question. ”

After walking out of the museum, Lin Sanjiu walked towards the cramped shop that was crowded between the cracks of the building.

As the night deepened, the streets were finally thinned out. An orange-yellow light bulb hung over the iron plate, illuminating it a little empty and desolate. Changzu still hadn't closed the shop, wearing a mask, and sitting behind the window boredly. It didn't see Lin Sanjiu at first, just stared at the night sky in a daze; When her shadow suddenly covered the iron plate, the Rip Girl was startled and immediately jumped up.

It didn't speak, just looked straight at Lin Sanjiu, waiting for her to speak first.

Lin Sanjiu looked down at the iron plate—it had been cleaned up, and it shimmered with a smooth metallic light. Somehow, it occurred to her that Changzu used its boss's fried milk bun as a giveaway, trying to get a private job for itself, which was probably also a kind of corruption.

"What do you save money for?" After a while, she asked coldly.

"Find someone." After a short reply, he said no more.

"Who?"

The Rip Girl glanced at her, "What does it matter?" Do you hire me? ”

The two looked at each other for a while, and Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth.

"You degenerate seeds, you don't have the concept of 'good' in your mind, do you?"

"Do you need me to do good to you?" Changzu asked rhetorically.

She thought about it, then suddenly laughed, pointed to the cardboard box next to the iron plate and said, "Give me the fried milk pack." I taste what it tastes like. ”

Changzu slowly stretched out his hand, and the sleeve was bulging, and it should be stuffed with its webbed. It took the carton and handed it to her under the orange light bulb.

The little milk nudge is already a little cold, like a night when the population is decreasing.