The four of them did two flips in a row, like gymnastic movements, and finally landed steadily, clean and beautiful, especially the two women in the four, their movements are very professional, and they are probably professional athletes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Captain, this bull ......," the tall thin man said as he looked at the petite woman beside him.

"Throw this first, Miaomiao may have an accident with them, we have to find them as soon as possible." Although the woman is petite, she is not young, and she is obviously the oldest of the four.

"What kind of ditch is dug at the end of the day, is it a trap for us?" Another woman said.

"Our task is to find out the situation in Ping City, even if it is a trap, we must continue, go quickly." The woman who was called the captain said decisively.

The name Miaomiao Yan Zhen sounded familiar, he recalled it, and remembered that it was the girl with a hole in her chest.

The four people did not use their special ability to rescue the black bull from the deep ditch, but continued to hurry, no different from normal people.

"It's time for us to play." Hu Zhenzhen looked at the four people who were far away and smiled.

"The gatekeeper will let us in?" Yan Zhen asked.

"Change the guard every two hours, these four people have no transportation, and they can't come back in a day's work, let's wait until the guards change the guard and then go in." Hu Zhenzhen said.

"Can't the guards recognize them?" Yan Zhen continued to ask.

"You don't know what's going on inside the spring market when you look at it." Hu Zhenzhen looked at An Quan and said, "You explain to him." ”

An Quan was very disgusted by her commanding tone like that of her subordinates, but the object he wanted to explain was Yan Zhen, so he endured it.

"The hierarchy system within the Spring Market is very strict, the activity areas are separated, and the lower-level members are absolutely not allowed to enter the higher-level area, and the higher-level area has a direct access to the gate."

"It's rare for the guards to see a member of the hierarchy, so it's unlikely that these four will be known by all the guards."

"The guard isn't a writer?" Yan Zhen asked.

"Yes, but they are all very low-level writers, and in short, they are neither capable nor helpful."

According to An Quan's explanation, these guards are no different from ordinary people, except for the fragments of paradise on their bodies, but they are not alienated and have no props.

The four of them rode to the spring market, and before they entered the city, Yan Zhen saw a huge wall from a distance, like a black dragon lying horizontally, extending from end to end, with no end in sight.

When he got closer, he found that the wall was not only longer, but also higher, enclosing the whole city in the middle, and the tops of the high-rise buildings could not be seen at all, at least two hundred meters.

It is not uncommon to build a 200-meter-high building, but it is not humanly possible to build such a spectacular building in just over a month, at most, two months.

It is a literal wall, or a wall of writers, and it is a masterpiece that only writers can create today.

It doesn't have any points of strength to climb on, and no one is expected to be able to climb it unless it grows wings and flies in.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen smiled secretly, although the city wall is insurmountable, it can't stop the quicksand.

Compared to the grand walls, the gates are extraordinarily small, with two doors fully open enough for a truck to pass, and this place is more like a drainage hole than the tall walls.

There is a sentry box at the door, and there are guards with guns standing inside, and the shift time has just passed, and the guards are full of spirit.

Hu Zhenzhen still kept the fragments of the paradise that he got from the writer - a severed hand, although this thing cannot be inherited, it is no problem to use it to pass the detector.

Hu Zhenzhen and An Quan crossed the security gate in parallel, and Yan Zhen and Jiang Mengxin together, this security gate, which is similar to the subway security gate, can identify the debris of the park.

After passing through the security gate to the guard's booth, the guard saw that the light on the door was flashing green, so he didn't ask much and let him go.

This is the hierarchical system of the Spring Market, the procedure that should have been registered and questioned at the doorman, because the lower-level members did not have the right to know any information about the higher-level members, so that Yan Zhen and the others could easily pass the customs.

The four of them entered the gate, and there was a security door on the right with the words 'Advanced Passage' posted on the door.

"This is the exclusive passage for superior members." An Quan said.

"Let's go around the lower areas." Hu Zhenzhen said.

Yan Zhen looked at An Quan, and the two tacitly exchanged a look, Hu Zhenzhen came in hoping to capture more pieces of paradise.

Yan Zhen is to test the truth here and inquire about the whereabouts of potato chips, while An Quan just hopes to find the answer that worries him here, and the purpose of both of them is not to hurt people.

At this time, Jiang Mengxin frowned suspiciously, stared at the closed gate behind him for a while, and said, "Since they don't allow ordinary people to enter the city, why didn't they let us pass through the security gate one by one?" ”

An Quan said: "Ordinary people can't survive inside at all, so the gate is not so strict, and the guards are only responsible for recording the number of writers entering and leaving the city, only the number, and the name." ”

That is to say, two men and two women go out, and two men and two women come in, and the work of the guards is completed.

"So, it's really hard to mix inside." Although Jiang Mengxin said this, the expression on his face didn't seem to take danger seriously.

The buildings in the interior of the city are still intact, the streets are neat and clean, and most of the shops on the streets are being cleaned and ready for business, and there is a strong atmosphere of life everywhere.

A few years ago, there was a news that there were 20 million authors in China who had published their works on the Internet in different forms, and there were 2 million writers registered on the website alone, and he thought it was an exaggeration by the author at that time.

Now seeing a small city formed by writers makes him have to believe it, and it also proves that the spread and usage rate of Paradise as a codeword software is far beyond his imagination.

It was still early, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and the four of them didn't attract too much attention, Jiang Mengxin smelled the fragrance from a steamed bun shop, and hurriedly pulled An Quan's arm.

"Let's have breakfast before we go shopping!"

"Do you have any money?" An Quan replied lightly.

"Hmph, I'm in for a treat." Jiang Mengxin took out his wallet and showed the two rows of bank cards of various colors inside, and a thick stack of red bills in the mezzanine.

"Only gold is accepted here." An Quan waited for her to finish showing off before he said slowly.

"You, you didn't say it earlier, did you mean it?" Jiang Mengxin was so angry that she stomped her feet, but the words of the treat came out, if she regretted it, where would she put her face?

In addition to the money, the jewelry on her body is white gold and diamonds, so she gritted her teeth and was about to take off her favorite pair of diamond earrings, Hu Zhenzhen chuckled lightly and said:

"Girl, it's gold, not platinum."