The procedure to register for "Beacon Fire" was surprisingly simple. All she had to do was to answer a few questions and choose between "posthuman" and "normal human". After that, she paid the fee. There was not even a verification procedure to verify whether she was a posthuman or not. She successfully logged into "Beacon Fire". She also received a small white round box, which was the communication terminal of the system.
She set her broadcast frequency to repeat twice an hour for three consecutive days. Then, she anxiously logged off from the large communication terminal that looked like an arcade game.
The whole room looked like an arcade. There were no windows in the room. Under the dim light, everyone was wearing a pair of headphones. Their faces were dyed blue by the screen. No one spared her a second glance. When she turned around and walked away, the machine was occupied by a person who was behind her.
"Who knows if the grand prize and Yu Yuan would hear my broadcast?"
After all, "Beacon Fire" was a new system, and the population it covered was relatively small. Even if its main users were posthuman, there was no guarantee that Yu Yuan and the others would use it. "What if they don't know about the existence of" Beacon Fire "?
What if even the Veda couldn't escape from the script of her fate, just like Marcie, the cat doctor, Qing Jiuliu, and Magus? Every time they parted, their sentences would never end. What would happen to the grand prize?
Lin Sanjiu pressed one of her hands against the wall and bent down to catch her breath. When she finally suppressed the sharp fear in her heart, her palms were wet.
It was ironic. A person who did not like to get off work because she did not want to go home and face an empty house was now living in a world where there was no way to make her stay. She could not make others stay, and she could not make herself stay either. Wherever she was hit by the waves, she would drop some pieces of herself. Her friends might not be able to see her again once they left.
Now, even the law of teleportation was shaken by the flood. If she couldn't even find a way to meet her friends, why did she have to struggle to survive in this apocalyptic world?
Maybe it was because her nerves were still trembling from the fear, or maybe it was because she had a very reasonable reason, but when she passed by the Eight-Headed Druid, she couldn't help but speak to the only familiar face in the house, "Don't worry, don't worry."
"Can you do me a favor?"
The Octopus behind the sunglasses was startled.
When Lin Sanjiu entered the house, she noticed that he didn't want to attract attention. He even pretended not to recognize her. Lin Sanjiu played along and ignored him. She just walked past him. Perhaps, Hades didn't expect that Lin Sanjiu would remember him after their brief encounter a few days ago.
"Ah, ah, it's you. Nice to meet you," the Octopus rubbed his forehead awkwardly. "The sunglasses are too dark. I can't see you clearly …"
Even though it was such a lame excuse, when uttered in his clear and honest voice, it actually sounded like it was the case.
"Lin Sanjiu asked." Lin Sanjiu's question. He seemed to be sizing up the people going in and out, but it didn't seem like he was trying to hide his identity to find someone. Otherwise, what was the use of a pair of sunglasses?
"I'm just taking a look. Isn't this the new System?" The Eight-Headed Druid was obviously unwilling to tell the truth. He changed the topic and asked, "What do you need my help with?"
"You're a broadcaster. You should be in contact with many people." Lin Sanjiu knew that she had to fork out some money to communicate with him, so she took out a few Fog Spheres and said, "I need you to pass me two messages. One is that I want to hire a dissecting craftsman, and the other is that I'm offering a reward for that person. I hope that these two messages can bypass the major communication systems and be sent out privately through your seven heads. "
"My seven … Do you know my other seven heads?" The Eight-Headed Druid lowered its sunglasses a little as it stared at the misty ball.
Speaking of which, it was Tao Ming who had told her about it.
When the two of them saw the Eight Headed Deity at the entrance, the young man was filled with pride. As if he was introducing a famous tourist spot, he said to Lin Sanjiu, "You're lucky! Do you see that stout man? His name is Ba Tou De, the most famous radio broadcaster in Fan Jia City. He has at least tens of thousands of listeners, and is one of the top five broadcasters in Roaming the Clouds. Everyone likes his show, he's friendly, and he often uses his seven heads to help everyone pass messages … "
This was completely different from the impression that Ba Tou De gave her. In order to earn some money, Ba Tou De was willing to make a fake broadcast to stop the airship in mid-air.
"What seven heads?" Lin Sanjiu vaguely recalled the origin of the name Ba Tou De and asked, "Does he really have eight heads?"
"There's one on his neck," Tao Ming crooked a finger and said, "The other seven are the products of his ability. They are not real heads. They are like … Hmm, he used an analogy, like a ground station? Anyway, through the seven heads, they can send and receive signals. "
[Could it be that he used this method to let the pilot hear the fake broadcast on the airship?] [It seems like Ba Tou De is really famous in Fan Jia City. Even the commoners know about his ability.]
Lin Sanjiu thanked Yuan Shiming and gave him a few red crystals as a tip. She realized that he had no intention of greeting Eight-Headed Dede. Unlike before the apocalypse, Yuan Shiming did not know what Eight-Headed Dede was up to, but he did not want to disturb him out of respect. After bidding farewell to Lin Sanjiu, Yuan Shiming left.
It was with great difficulty that the Eight-Headed Druid, who was so respected, turned his eyes away from her money.
"No problem, no problem." He nodded repeatedly and said, "We've already worked together once. You know me. There's nothing else, I'm just reliable. Who are you looking for? "
It was easy to find a dissection craftsman. Ba Tou De patted his chest and promised that he would find her on the same day. "I'm very familiar with Fan Jia City!" As for the grand prize and Yu Yuan, they would have to rely on their luck to find them. They could only rely on word of mouth. No one knew when and how they would meet them.
However, as Veda, their ability to absorb information should be far superior to that of ordinary people, right?
"I'll give you a down payment first," Lin Sanjiu said as she handed the money over. "Do you think this is suitable?"
Unexpectedly, Ba Tou De did not take the money.
He pulled his spectacles down slightly, revealing a pair of large eyes. He looked at Lin Sanjiu from head to toe for a while. Lin Sanjiu could not tell what he was thinking. He waved his hand, signaling her to take the money back.
"Your combat ability is very high, isn't it?"
"Well …" Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and answered, "I'm too embarrassed to praise myself."
Ba Tou De blinked his eyes. It was obvious that he did not know how to respond to Lin Sanjiu's honesty. "If I'm not wrong, you should be one of the best among all the posthumans in Rambler … Even in Gui He, the governing organization of Fan Jia City, I have never seen a posthuman with such combat ability."
Perhaps he remembered the reward he had rejected, he added with a hint of regret, "And you're so rich."
"So?" Lin Sanjiu prompted him to continue.
"To be honest, I've been looking for money recently to hire people. But with just me alone, no matter how much money I have, I can't afford to hire someone like you." Ba Tou De asked tentatively, "You want to avoid the system platform because you don't want to be seen, right? I don't want to know the reason, but as long as you agree to my request, I can use my name to find someone in the system platform so that you won't be exposed. "
"No problem," Lin Sanjiu agreed immediately. "What do I need to do? Fight for you? I'm good at that. When can you start sending messages? "
"It's safer than that! Come, let's talk as we walk. " Ba Tou De's eyes lit up when he saw that Lin Sanjiu had agreed to his request. He gestured for Lin Sanjiu to follow him before he turned around and walked out, "I have a place in Fan Jia City. To be honest, one of the seven heads is there. You can be more at ease when you see me send messages. "
Just like that, Lin Sanjiu grabbed a small boat in the middle of the current.
She was carried by the small boat into the complicated river channels of Fan Jia City. She passed through the never-ending flow of people and was pushed along by the waves of laughter, the sound of pulleys scraping against the ground, and the shouts of hawkers. Soon, she lost her sense of direction. Octopus seemed to be very popular. Regardless of whether they were posthumans or commoners, there would always be people smiling and greeting him along the way. Some of them even gave him gifts. Lin Sanjiu also received a lot of smiles from him. Octopus even gave her a piece of chewing gum when he turned his hand around.
"It's not expensive," he chewed on it, "You're welcome."
Lin Sanjiu took the chewing gum but didn't put it in her mouth. She asked, "Why do they like you so much?"
"I'm a celebrity," Ba Tou De thought highly of himself. He sighed and said, "The burden of fame isn't small."
Even though Fan Jia City was built on an artificial highland, there were many bridges in the city. They weren't built to cross rivers, but because the construction process was arbitrary and chaotic, many of the city walls had to be connected by bridges. Beneath the drawbridge, there were patches of residential areas that grew like weeds. While waiting for the drawbridge to be lowered with a few dozen other people, Lin Sanjiu heard an old man telling a story to a child by the roadside.
She glanced at the group of children and realized that there were posthuman and normal people among them. They were listening to a love story by the dirty road.
"It seems to be a love story."
"When the posthuman girl heard the news, she immediately signed up to fight against the duoluozhongs. She did it out of bravery and because she didn't want to meet the young man anymore …" the old man continued as the group of children gasped, "Unfortunately, she died in the hands of the duoluozhongs. Her head was ripped off."
The story he told to the children was quite tragic.
"What happened after that?" a seven to eight year old girl asked. She also had a pair of lively eyes. Lin Sanjiu wondered if Bohemia had also listened to posthuman stories by the roadside when she was young.
"The normal young man was devastated and filled with regret. After the duoluozhongs' attack ended, he sat alone on the cliff, reminiscing about the time the young girl spent with him."
The drawbridge in front of them creaked slowly in the air, pressing down on the road on this end. Ba Tou De glanced at the old man. He wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What happened after that?" The little girl was very anxious, but she didn't forget to voice her opinion, "Actually, it's the young man's fault. He shouldn't have touched the sea octopus …"
Lin Sanjiu thought it was a love triangle, but it seemed like it wasn't.
"In his grief, the young man slipped and fell to the bottom of the cliff. When the duoluozhongs climbed up to attack Fanjia City, someone realized that the young man had become one of the duoluozhongs that the young girl had fought against. He walked among them … "
Faced with such a tragedy, the children shrieked and laughed.
"So, the moral of this story is not to sit on the cliff if you have nothing to do." With that, the old man ended the story. Coincidentally, the suspension bridge was straightened. Lin Sanjiu followed Ba Tou De in a daze, not knowing what to say.
"What kind of story is this?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly, "Is it true?"
Ba Tou De turned around and looked at Lin Sanjiu. Lin Sanjiu suddenly stopped talking. Even the sunglasses that slid down the bridge of his nose couldn't hide the solemn expression on his face.
"This story," he said in a low voice, "I heard it for the first time four weeks ago. In the past six weeks, there were thirty-seven new stories, news, and almost a hundred pieces of gossip in Fanjia City. I had never heard of any of them before. I … don't like it. "
Lin Sanjiu looked at his back and a question that she had never thought of before suddenly popped up in her mind.
"What kind of ability does Ba Tou De have to be targeted by Peng Ping in the Pocket Dimension?"
"It turns out that an author's life experience really seeps into his writing. Lin Sanjiu's action of bending over to catch her breath is my personal experience. I only realized it after I wrote it down. "Since I have a general outline of the story, the rest of the story should be smooth..."
(End of Chapter)
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