Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 776: Shambhala

When the entire theater fell into silence, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

It had been a long time since she had experienced this sense of peace and satisfaction after achieving a goal - turning her head and looking at Sibaan's profile, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"It was indeed the right thing to pass it on to you. Fortunately, I got to know you."

Although she lowered her voice, there was no sound in the theater at this time, only dead silence; as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice immediately drifted out and fell slowly into the darkness. The people in the seats downstairs and in the boxes next to them turned their heads one after another. In the dimness, one by one their faces were raised towards where the two of them were. In silence, they were the only ones with expressions without a trace of emotion, illuminated by the stage lights. The reflections are intertwined with light and dark.

Lin Sanjiu stood up, smiled and waved to everyone.

The people in the theater nodded to her one after another, looking like a disturbed wave.

"It's a pity that I didn't succeed with Gabigail." She held on to the fence, looked at the silent crowd below, and sighed. Then she raised her voice and heard her voice echoing around the theater: "Is everyone ready?"

"Yes," the evolvers looked at each other, and there were sparse responses one after another. "I have it too..."

Someone even raised their voice and asked: "Are you number zero?"

Lin Sanjiu nodded. Her statement made the downstairs gradually become quiet again; when the surroundings were quiet, she suddenly heard Teacher Yi's voice vaguely ringing from the depths of her mind again, like a fly that couldn't be driven away.

Just when she was upset and hesitant, Sibaan came to her at some point and whispered in her ear: "There are 205 evolved people coming to the auction this time. Plus There were fifty members of the Arsenal Security Department, hosts, and singers, and now the number of people in the Athens Theater is exactly two hundred and sixty."

"Quite a few," she nodded, her mind drawn away from Teacher Yi by this number. "It's enough to use it once, or even more than enough. But 260 people can't use it all at once. The point is to continue to spread it."

As she said this, she happened to see a figure that seemed to be Yu Yuan flash from the aisle below and disappear into the stairway; after a while, he actually walked into the box, where the female singer had sat. Sat down on the sofa.

"Let me see." As soon as he sat down, he reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table. Lin Sanjiu was about to open her mouth to remind him, but he frowned and looked at it carefully for a while, then hesitantly put it back again: "Since there are people in this theater, let those who have times continue to spread the word. Well, we should move on to the next step."

"That's what we mean too." Siba'an leaned on the railing and asked towards the theater downstairs without looking back: "Who still has the number on his body?"

There are many people who have not used up the number of times. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzzing response from people. Responses such as "I have one more time" and "I was here three times" were mixed into a blur in the sky above the theater.

The three of them looked at each other.

Before they had time to speak, someone downstairs suddenly couldn't help shouting: "What on earth do you have? What are you talking about? Is this an auction?"

The three people were shocked, and they quickly stood up and looked down - more than two hundred faces turned towards the source of the sound at the same time, and even the spotlight quickly swept over the crowd several times, and finally locked it with a white light. The person who just spoke. The man was suddenly illuminated by a bright light and immediately jumped up from his seat. He covered his eyes with one hand and shouted: "Move the light! What are you doing?"

Before he finished his drink, Sbaan whistled. A man sitting next to him suddenly stood up, patted the man on the back, and said with a smile: "Muguo'er, so you don't know? Why don't you ask me? Come on, sit down and say..."

The two of them seemed to know each other, and the one named "Muguoer" couldn't help but relax his shoulders; he just turned around hesitantly, but was caught off guard by his friend and pulled him closer - a few seconds later, Muguoer let him loosen his collar blankly. He looked around, muttered "So that's it", and sat back down again with a calm look on his face.

As soon as he sat down, a high-pitched, low-pitched scream that seemed to slip out of his throat suddenly flashed away from a corner in the crowd, and was cut off again.

"Who is it?"

Sibaan immediately leaned out from the fence, "Who made that sound just now? Go and find it for me!"

Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan looked at each other and realized: there was something missing in this theater. That person is hiding in the dark, and now that he has seen their methods, it may not be easy to handle next.

As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone stood up from their seats, looked around and listened, and carefully inspected every face around them in the spotlight beam that kept cutting through the darkness - the entrance and exit. It had been sealed for a long time, but after everyone searched for a long time, they still didn't hear the "I found it!" they were expecting.

"If that person was also in the seats, how could the people next to him not hear it?" Lin Sanjiu murmured. "It can't be such a coincidence that no one around him happens to be..."

"Then the answer is simple, he is not among the seats." Sibaan looked thoughtfully at the evolvers walking around downstairs, and suddenly smiled: "I probably know where he is. ”

Except for the host on stage, there is actually only one type of person who is not in the seats during the auction: the members of the security department who are responsible for maintaining order in the theater.

A few people discussed quietly for a few words, made up their minds and went downstairs together; Sibaan ordered his subordinates to turn on all the spotlights in the theater, and the light suddenly filled the field of vision, making the surrounding area bright. Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan took over the entrance and exit of the theater respectively. All members of the security department were summoned back and stood in the aisle one by one.

Sibaan walked down the aisle step by step, clapped his hands heavily under the crowd, and raised his voice: "For those of you who still have the remaining times, please go to the stage and line up!"

The members of the arsenal stood there with their hands folded, watching in silence as people stood up one after another.

The stage space is actually not very big, it is almost full if it can accommodate dozens of people. But everyone didn't raise any objections, and filed onto the stage very cooperatively; they stood close to each other, trying to make room for those who came after them, and even if they accidentally bumped into each other, they only responded in return. A gentle and understanding smile.

Just like that, there were more than 130 people standing on the stage, crowded together.

After hearing the number of people reported by his subordinates, Sibaan breathed out.

He loosened his collar with one hand, revealing a line of white snow under the dark blue collar, as if there was a sea of ​​ice and snow floating in the polar regions. "Everyone," he smiled softly, his blond hair and white teeth shining brightly in the light: "I want you to know that in addition to you, there are some people among the fifty subordinates I brought who still have... There are times left."

This sentence is a bit rambling, but when Sibaan speaks, few people will question him or interrupt him.

He glanced at the seventy or eighty people still sitting in their seats - in the seat closest to him, the female singer's eyes were shining as she looked at him. He smiled and continued: "But... I think you all know that those of us who have used up the number of times must leave. In order to ensure everyone's safety, regardless of whether my subordinates still have the number of times, I We all decided to let them set off with us. After we leave, I hope you can rush back to the central area of ​​​​Biluo Huangquan as soon as possible and continue to work hard to complete your mission in a crowded place."

A woman dressed as a girl but with an older face stepped out of the crowd and bowed to everyone in the audience.

"I wish you a safe journey. We will set off soon after completing our mission, and we will meet again then."

Sibaan nodded slowly and glanced at the rows of subordinates. Every shadow stood up straight, looking at the stage motionless, and no one looked strange. He turned his head and ordered everyone on the stage: "In order to prevent someone from getting in among you, I hope you can confirm each other. Don't worry, the number of times that people who have been infected will come into contact with each other will not be reduced."

The method of "mutual confirmation" is very simple: as long as two people kiss once to ensure that everyone has been kissed, it can be guaranteed that everyone leaving the theater is a "fellow citizen".

More than one hundred and thirty people crowded on the stage, kissing each other regardless of gender - to be honest, this scene was a bit weird. Lin Sanjiu stood far away at the entrance gate, looking at the crowds of people on the stage. For a moment, she felt a little dazed: What was wrong?

When each of the more than 130 people has been kissed at least once, they all "passed". The people who "passed the border" were very kind and left the theater quietly and orderly. After they disappeared from the valley basin, Siba'an and several members of the security department took the lead to remove the remaining people. Several teams were formed.

At this point, the "mutual confirmation" method cannot be used a second time. Under the arrangements of Siba'an and several others, no team could act alone, and no one could leave the sight of others; after he ensured that everyone was under the surveillance of others, nearly a hundred people in this group got into the situation. Entering the helicopter and sky train in the arsenal, we set off towards our destination.

"Among these people," Sibaan said, leaning on the back of his chair and looking lazily at the sky outside the plane window, "there is one...or at least one person who has never been kissed."

The sky train is very long, and it is winding forward in the sky like a snake; amidst the roar of the engine, his voice sounded a little unclear - Lin Sanjiu raised his head and glanced, but I happened to see a member of the arsenal quickly look away from his commander.

That was a thin and small boy, he looked to be in his early twenties, and he was really not good-looking. It was very cold in the sky train, but he kept fanning his collar, as if he wanted to inject some cool air into his body. .

"But it doesn't matter." Siba'an didn't seem to notice anything, and just smiled softly: "That's not important anymore... After all, we will arrive at the destination soon."

The skinny little boy was shocked ~IndoMTL.com~ and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

As his superiors said, it no longer mattered who the unkissed man was. Lin Sanjiu smiled slightly, turned his eyes away, and happened to meet a pair of shockingly green pupils opposite him. Under the skylight outside the window, his fluffy blond hair seemed to be melting into the rays of the sun, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at him.

"Thank you." She nodded towards Sibaan.

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu once again caught Teacher Yi’s faint voice, which had been asked many times in the depths of her mind: “Where are you... going?”

She was finally able to answer this question.

She tilted her head back deeply, her lips trembled in a murmur, and she felt an answer rising from the depths of her soul.

"Shambhala."

As soon as Lin Sanjiu's voice was as light as breathing, everyone in the sky train closed their eyes and repeated like a sigh: "Shambhala."