When Zhang Xiaozhu woke up again, he found that he was still in the cave, and there was still magma under his feet. The only, unlike before, is that the rock under his feet has collapsed. Zhang Xiaozhu had nowhere to stand, but instead of falling into the magma, he was fixed to the rock wall. The entire rock wall was covered with bacterial colonies, moss-like, sticking and wrapping Zhang Xiaozhu's body.

Zhang Xiaozhu didn't struggle, because he didn't have the strength to struggle, and now, he wanted to talk to "God", but he didn't even have the strength to speak. Fortunately, he felt for no reason that he could talk to "God" without going through his vocal cords.

Zhang Xiaozhu doesn't know how much time has passed, but during this time, no matter what he says to "God", "God" will always answer only one sentence: "You are my most beautiful child".

"God," Zhang Xiaozhu said again, in his consciousness, "whether you can hear it or not, I know that you are there." "Tell me, God, why is that?" "God, where do you think I am beautiful?"

Zhang Xiaozhu constantly tried to communicate with the "God" in his heart, trying to find a way to get God's help, or God's mercy.

"God, do you really understand our language?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked again.

"Beautiful." Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaozhu's voice appeared in his mind. Although it was only two words, this time, the voice of "God" happened to appear after Zhang Xiaozhu's question, as if it was an answer to Zhang Xiaozhu's question.

"Yes, God, yes," Zhang Xiaozhu was very excited, "Beautiful, you said, I am your most beautiful child." ”

"Beautiful." God said again, still, just as Zhang Xiaozhu's voice fell, God's voice sounded.

Zhang Xiaozhu began to ask questions constantly, and God began to respond constantly, but every time, God's response was only two words: "beautiful".

This meaningless exchange that was a glimmer of hope for Zhang Xiaozhu lasted for a long time without interruption, and Zhang Xiaozhu kept trying, asking all kinds of questions and topics, and he believed that there was always a topic that could attract God's attention and make God answer more content.

"God," Zhang Xiaozhu suddenly asked, "You, why, think, me, beautiful." He said the question word by word, for fear that God would not understand his own language.

But God didn't answer again. Silence, or silence, in the dead silence and silence, Zhang Xiaozhu gradually lost patience, and in his heart, he began to curse, he used all the combination of the dog and the sun to curse God, he scolded him for being a devil, he cursed the mother of God, although he was not sure if it had a mother...... He cursed God for not dying well, though he had long been sure that this thing would not die at all...... In the Chinese, when all the dirty words had erupted, he began to use the dirty words that he had just learned to curse God in English, and the dirty words he used went from A to Z, and so on, and so on...... I still can't get rid of the hatred in my heart......

"Brain." Suddenly, softly, "God" uttered these two words.

……

"You're advertising a BOdi jet?" The person on the other end of the phone asked Sima Ayadao. It's been five days since the ad went out, and this is the first call coming in.

"Yes, don't want the old, let it be ninety percent new." Sima Aya made a request to the other party.

"What do you want planes for?" The other party asked directly.

"I just bought the plane for someone, and then he gave me the money...... In a word, sir, do you sell or not? Sima Aya replied more directly.

"Cash," said the other man, "as long as cash." ”

"Send me pictures of the plane." Sima Aya said.

After hanging up the phone, the other party sent a few photos of the plane, and Yang Yiyi and Sima Aya found that one of the planes in the photos was very similar to Cabrera's small BoDi jetliner:

"Look, sister, there are traces of alteration on the tail of this plane......" Yang Yiyi and Sima Aya discussed. Sima Aya believes that the place that has been altered is the "red triangular vertebrae" logo of Cabrera.

"Then let's prepare," Sima Aya thought for a moment, "You still stay in the consulate apartment, don't run around, once the two of us lose contact, you notify the consulate staff in time." ”

Yang Yi nodded: "Sister, don't worry." ”

"That's right, sister," when Sima Aya went out, Yang Yiyi handed her a cycling mask, and they all found that the infectious disease has become more and more serious in the past few days, and the masks in the hospital are out of stock, and they can't buy masks, so they can only replace them with this cycling mask.

Sima Aya took the mask, and her heart was warm.

1 day later: August 8, 2117, in San Diego, Country A. The place where the seller and Sima Aya agreed to meet was not in Angel City, but in San Diego City. Sima Aya recalled that that day, the call was not to Diego City, all in all, it was obvious that the seller was trying to hide his identity, which made Sima Aya feel that her trip was full of variables.

Sima Aya rented a car in Angel City, extended to the west coast of country A, and after driving more than 120 miles, she came to the entrance checkpoint of San Diego City, where everyone had to go through a temperature scan before entering the city.

Sima Aya noticed that because almost everyone wore a mask, to identify people's facial features, they needed to take off the mask, identify, and put on the mask, the process became very cumbersome, and the security check at the checkpoint was very slow, and while waiting, Sima Aya felt drowsy.

For a second or two, Sima Aya even had the illusion that she felt as if she had returned to TJ City, Country C, and returned to her own country, because everyone was wearing masks there—masks to prevent smog.

It took 4 hours to drive on the highway and another half an hour to get through the checkpoint. After another 1 hour, Sima Aya arrived at the agreed place with the seller - however, the other party was very "professional" and temporarily changed the meeting place twice, and finally, in the parking lot of a supermarket, she met with the BOdi jet seller.

The man was wearing polarizers and a mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only that he was a white man, a big fat man, and a golden beard. His car was parked side by side with Sima Aya's in two adjacent parking spaces, and the two sides could only see each other through the windows.

The seller motioned for Sima Aya to take off the mask and let him see his appearance, Sima Aya shook his head and motioned to the seller Mr. Golden Beard to take the polarizer and mask first.

"You get out of the car, take a walk, I want to see if you're a police officer or a tax inspector." The man said, banging on the window.

"I'm not." Sima Aya said, she didn't get out of the car either. The gun strapped to her lap, the safety was always open, and she could shoot at any time.

"Did you bring a gun?" Seeing that Sima Aya refused to get out of the car, the golden beard asked again.

(This kid is quite shrewd.) Sima Aya thought, and she said the same thing to the golden beard: "What about you? Did you bring a gun? ”

came and went, and neither side could trust anyone, and they couldn't hold each other. As the minutes passed, Sima Aya looked at her watch, and it was getting dark.

At this time, Sima Aya finally decided to end this stalemate, she took out a stack of dollar bills, slapped them in the palm of her hand, then opened the car window and threw the money on the ground.

"Alright, alright! For President Jefferson's sake. After two minutes, the golden beard finally gave in.

He followed Sima Aya's request and put the gun where Sima Aya could see it. Then, Sima Aya also showed him his own gun.

"Do you have any other guns?" Beard asked again.

"FU, dead fat man," Sima Aya scolded, "Are you finished?" ”