Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1981: Lin Sanjiu’s wish

Latest URL: "You mean, someone is tracking 'Bounce Little Sesame' by selling things to you, but they don't know that you and I exchanged [eBay]?"

After thinking for a while, Lin Sanjiu then sent another message: "Did your shopping go smoothly before? That person is quite powerful...could it be Gong Daoyi?"

Although she didn’t know exactly how the other party did it, she trusted the puppet master’s judgment. To track people through [eBay], after much deliberation, she could only think of one way, which was to have "Little Sesame" respond to requests: gradually determine his location while repeatedly delivering items to his hands.

The other party doesn't know that she is the "bouncing little sesame" now, which is also a good thing: she would rather let the person in the dark find her instead of the puppet master - although she also knows the puppet master's combat power It's only higher than her.

After waiting for a while for a reply, she clutched [eBay] and opened her eyes. Hamaichi was obviously very interested in the items she used. He came closer and asked, "What's wrong? Were you just... like you said, looking for something to buy?"

Lin Sanjiu was about to open her mouth, but stopped again, her heart pounding.

"No, not yet," she murmured, "I have an idea, maybe... just wait for me."

She might have a way to kill two birds with one stone.

First of all, she wanted to buy a phantom editing machine no matter what, and the sooner the better; secondly, the other party didn't know that [eBay] had changed hands.

If someone is using the "selling thing" method to track down the puppeteer, then now is undoubtedly the best opportunity to buy the machine. If she wanted to buy it immediately, she might be able to use the other party to obtain a phantom editing machine, and also lure him away from the puppet master's place - is there any more ideal way than this?

Of course, it's best not to tell the puppeteer about this, as she doesn't really take pleasure in being scolded.

Lin Sanjiu made up her mind, and it only took a minute or two to send out the purchase information; just as she was about to log out of eBay, she paused.

The person who is secretly tracking cannot have everything in his pocket. He can have whatever the puppeteer wants - besides, it would be too suspicious if the same account keeps coming to sell things. So if he wanted to track him by "selling things to the puppeteer", he would have to entrust someone else to do it...

She remembered the sellers with positive attitudes from last time.

The man in the secret must have been in contact with them all... He should have offered them generous terms and given them enough motivation before they were willing to take the initiative to sell things to him at a low price.

After all, [eBay] is not a real shopping software, let alone a "user experience". It does not save historical transactions made by users at all; Lin Sanjiu frowned and thought for a while, but did not think of selling it to her [Today What is the specific name of the seller's account of "I am an anaerobic creature" - Tropical Living Room... what is this thing? giraffe? Or a long-necked zebra? It's a weird animal anyway. Is it a tropical living room or a hot living room? Wait, is this the living room or the hall?

"Teacher Yi?"

She had just screamed from the bottom of her heart when Teacher Yi replied: "I forgot too. I am not a 24-hour monitor. If I were to record everything you saw and heard 24 hours a day, your brain would be It has exploded a long time ago. After a while, I will have to eliminate and forget a lot of things."

...Okay.

The more Lin Sanjiu thought about it, the more uncertain she became. She wanted to try a few possible options, but she found that her memories just now were meaningless - because she could not find the person by searching the user name.

In other words, if there is no private message contact, once the transaction between the two is over, it will be like nothing, and no one can find the other.

Lin Sanjiu was a little dumbfounded.

She looked at her last purchase message. Hamaichi is right. That kind of machine is too niche and of little use. No one may respond at all for a while. Even if someone secretly wants to send something to her, it is quite difficult to find the phantom machine. .

What if she wants to buy another one?

Almost entirely on a whim, Lin Sanjiu wrote "Today I am an anaerobic organism" in the second purchase message.

"Are you done?"

By the time she opened her eyes, Hamaichi was getting a little bored.

"Just wait for the news, I don't know how long it will take."

"In this case, when you get the things, send me a paper crane." Hamaichi took out a paper crane from his pocket and gave it to her, saying: "As long as I am still in this world, I can be free. Take action and I will come to you as soon as possible."

Lin Sanjiu nodded and thanked him. She was about to ask him how long he had been here, but stopped himself.

Hama let out a long breath. I wonder if he noticed her unspoken question and was reminded of it. After a few seconds, he slowly said: "I don't know... I don't know if a big flood can... Give me some slack and give me a chance to see ghosts with my own eyes."

He lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck, as if the words "big flood" had already made him feel exhausted.

"When I was about to teleport once every fourteen months, I felt that life after the apocalypse was wandering and involuntarily, and living was difficult enough. But now, even the last safety rope, the visa, is almost gone. It’s useless..."

He gave a wry smile, and when he raised his head, Lin Sanjiu noticed that his cheeks had become slightly flushed with alcohol.

"You said, we can't even decide where we will be at the next moment, and it's useless to think about anything, because what you do or not doesn't actually depend on you... We have to live like this in the future, what else? Is there any point in having to live?”

Lin Sanjiu was speechless for a moment. She immediately thought of Lou Qin's vaccine - the time was not ripe yet, so she couldn't tell him yet, but she really hoped that she could do something to temporarily comfort him.

Hamaichi shook his head, as if a little embarrassed. "Hey, I'm a little drunk, don't mind. There are also benefits to the flood. I heard that many people stayed there for more than fourteen months. Maybe I can do it too..."

As he spoke, he stood up, waved to Lin Sanjiu, and slowly walked back to the bar.

Compared with most evolvers, I am already very lucky - Lin Sanjiu sat on the chair and thought in a daze.

She is considered lucky, but she does not feel lucky. Not only is she herself suffering from the separation of life and death, Sibaan, Bohemia, gift bags, puppet masters... the connection is stronger than blood relatives, friends who have fought together, passers-by who have occasionally glimpsed each other's lives, and... Every stranger she saw and heard on the road was just like her, repeatedly crushed and squeezed by this grinding world.

She frowned. She cannot bear the pain and disaster of most people, and she also knows rationally that it should not be her responsibility. But she still thinks that it would be great if she had more powerful abilities, it would be great if she could somehow create a peaceful, just, stable and free world...

It's a pity that she doesn't have that ability.

All she can do is try her best to help Lou Qin and help her vaccine come out. ~IndoMTL.com~ And… try to keep the people around you.

Lin Sanjiu let out a long breath silently, and then realized that she had been sitting alone in a daze for a while. She gathered herself and reopened [eBay] - there was silence in the dialog box, probably because the puppeteer hadn't seen her message yet.

Under the first purchase message for the phantom machine, there was no response at this time. Not surprising, but it still made me anxious after reading it.

When she opened the second purchase message, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but be startled.

"What, do you need it again? Lost the last one?" A message said, "I have another one, can I sell it to you at the same price?"

The seller's account name is "Tropical Living Room Long-striped Deer".

The New Year’s ambitions only lasted for two days. As my sleep quality declined again, I turned into a pile of corpses again...

(End of this chapter)