"This is the product of my ability," Lin Sanjiu said.
A silvery-white ball the size of a human head spun around Ba Tou's finger like a basketball player showing off his skills before the apocalypse. However, there was a thin layer of air between his finger and the silvery-white ball.
"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. They are a receiving and sending station that belongs only to me. My combat ability isn't high, but this ability is unique. Currently, I can produce seven of them. When I can produce the eighth one, I will change my name to Hydra. "
The Hydra raised its finger, and the ball floated up and stopped above the two people's heads. Through the bamboo curtains, the people of Fan Jia City hurried to and fro. The sunlight from the window on the other side of the window was shaken and rippled.
Even though he was a celebrity, his residence was just a small plot of land beside the road. He was separated from his neighbors by a wall and had two large bamboo curtains as his door. His residence was simple and crude, but it felt warm and tranquil as it sat beside the crowd and basked in the sunlight.
Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on the thin carpet. There was a cup of tea on the crude stone table. It wasn't rare in the Twelve Worlds Centrum that a cup of tea could be refilled after eating or drinking. Just as he sat down and spoke to Lin Sanjiu, two thirsty children came over and asked for a cup of tea.
"I became a streamer because of my interest. I was born to do this," the Hydra explained. The Eight-Headed Druid explained, "The information that is sent out from my seven heads can connect to any signal transmission system and be sent out again from that system. So, even if I'm not registered as a streamer in any of the communication systems, you can still hear my program from, for example, the Yellow Ear system. "
"Any communication system?"
Lin Sanjiu had just come up with this idea, but the Hydra had already predicted it. It seemed like he had asked it many times before, "Yes, even the internal communication system of the spaceships passing by will transmit my program. In your post-apocalyptic society, you have something called a cell phone, right? If I want to, and I can reach the signal, my voice can be heard from everyone's cell phone. "
Lin Sanjiu realized that the Eight-Headed Druid was far more helpful than she had expected in her search for the missing person. As long as there was any signal around Yu Yuan, it meant that he was only an arm's length away from her. Only later did she realize that the subject of this sentence was Yu Yuan, not Ji Shanqing.
"Why don't you just register it in the communication system?"
Eight-headed De waved his hand. "It's too troublesome. It's fine for normal users, but the host has to get the system to check and approve what he wants to broadcast. If the content is not to their liking, I have to change it again until they agree. They couldn't do anything to me. Now, they had tacitly accepted my existence.
"These heads can also be used as broadcasters, and they are very advanced broadcasters that can broadcast within a certain range." The Eight-Headed Druid suddenly laughed, clenched its fist, and said something silently into its mouth. At least five or six houses along the street, the Eight-Headed Druid's faint voice rang in the distance, "Old Ding, there's one more person for tonight's mission. Get ready."
If Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, it sounded like the Eight-Headed Druid was standing a few dozen meters away.
"Tonight's mission?" Lin Sanjiu leaned forward and asked.
This should be the reason why Eight-Headed Druid hired her. From the sound of it, the mission had changed from a fight to a group fight.
The Eight-Headed Druid's smile slowly faded. He raised his hand, and the silver orb stopped moving. Its color also dimmed, as if it had been 'shut'.
"I hope you can stay for a few days and join our patrol team. Tonight at twelve o 'clock, you, me, and another thirty posthumans from our organization will be on night watch in different areas of Fanjia City. "He took out a simple map from an unknown storage device and laid it on the stone table. The map was deeply creased, and Lin Sanjiu was obviously not the first person to see it.
Fanjia City was simplified into an irregular shape, divided into eleven areas. The Eight-Headed Druid pointed at the fifth area, indicating that it was the area that Lin Sanjiu would be patrolling. There were two other names written on the paper, including the Eight-Headed Druid himself. They were both members of the patrol team in the fifth area.
"Who are we guarding against?" To be honest, as long as Eight-Headed Druid could help her find the grand prize, she would be willing to guard against nuclear bombs.
The Eight-Headed Druid's answer was something she did not expect.
"I don't know," the muscular man replied in a low voice. After a short pause, he said, "I guess it's duoluozhong."
"Why don't you guess?"
The Eight-Headed Druid glanced outside the bamboo curtain. The shadows around him were still flowing as usual. "Recently, many people have gone missing in Fanjia City. They are usually here the day before, discussing with their neighbors about a vegetable delivery business, quarreling with their lovers, signing up to join Gui He … But the next day, they are gone. "
Lin Sanjiu frowned.
"It's easy to explain the sudden disappearance of posthumans. It's either a teleportation or a flood. We are used to the latter." The Eight-Headed Druid was indeed a streamer. He was well-informed. "But how do you explain the sudden disappearance of ordinary people?"
He sighed. "Walking among the clouds, the only ones who would attack ordinary people are duoluozhong, right? Our highland is built from the top of the mountain under the smoky layer. It's normal for a few duoluozhong to sneak up here to hunt. "
"If that's the case," Lin Sanjiu immediately realized that something was amiss, "there should have been similar incidents in the past."
It wasn't that Eight-Headed Druid had never thought of this problem. He scratched his stubbled chin a few times. He seemed troubled, "Maybe the duoluozhong have become smarter? In the past, they would attack everywhere without a clear target. The first thing they did was to trigger the alarm and they would be killed by posthumans. Now, they might have learned to sneak up at night and capture as many people as they can. "
"Has anyone heard any warning or distress calls?" Lin Sanjiu raised one of her eyebrows and asked. "Are there any signs of struggle or remnants of duoluozhong?"
"None of them."
Lin Sanjiu glanced at him, and he deflated, "So … one of the objectives of the patrol is to confirm what happened."
As long as Eight-Headed Druid could help her find her grand prize, she didn't care what her objective was. Everything she did now was to find a way back to her grand prize. As for what happened to the strangers in this unfamiliar district, she might feel a little regretful, but she wasn't really concerned.
There were many posthumans who were hired and paid by the Eight-Headed Deity who shared the same attitude as her. For example, Zhong Qing, a skinny young man with shoulder-length hair casually tied at the back of his head.
Late at night, Fan Jia City closed their eyes together with the people who supported the city during the day. It was like a sleeping body sinking into a bed sheet, bobbing up and down in the darkness.
Lin Sanjiu walked along the narrow path with the steady breathing of Eight-Headed Druid and Zhong Qing at the back.
From somewhere behind the city walls, there was a melodious melody. Amidst the flickering lights between the windows, someone was dancing. From time to time, a young boy and girl would laugh softly as they leaped across the sky on skateboards. It was like a dream of Fan Jia City.
The night sky through the skylight seemed to be softened by the warmth of the people. It was hard to imagine that there would be any danger in such a quiet and peaceful night.
They peeked out from one of the windows. They didn't know how many layers of black city walls stretched out along the hillside. For a moment, they couldn't even tell where the edge of Fan Jia City was.
The people of Fan Jia City must be at ease to sleep with so many companions every night, right? Even if someone went missing, they wouldn't feel the tension in the air.
After patrolling for almost two hours, Lin Sanjiu's intuition and higher consciousness didn't detect anything out of the ordinary. After walking for a long time, Eight-Headed Druid gradually let his guard down. Indeed, nothing happened. Sometimes, they would meet people who were still awake and would greet them softly.
"Are you still patrolling?"
A woman was leaning against the window, smoking a cigarette. Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell if she was a posthuman or a normal person. "You have more to worry about than Gui He. Gui He doesn't care about anything other than collecting taxes."
Eight-Headed Druid replied politely.
"I don't know what you are trying to prove." She crushed the cigarette butt and threw it out of the window. She was a posthuman. "We live here every day, but we didn't notice anything, did we? From what I see, that rumor is probably true. You spent money to hire people to patrol every night. Is it because you don't want to admit it? "
Eight-Headed Druid didn't seem to want to talk about it. He walked over with a stiff face. When Zhong Qing walked to her, he stopped and asked, "What rumor?"
The woman chuckled. Smoke and Qian Wen disappeared from the corner of her eyes. She looked at Zhong Qing a few times. Obviously, she didn't want to talk about it. She smiled at Zhong Qing and said, "I like short, skinny boys like you. Don't die, or it will be such a pity. "
Zhong Qing shook his head. In front of them, Eight-Headed Druid stopped and turned around as if he wanted to urge them to move forward. Zhong Qing turned to look at Lin Sanjiu and asked, "You noticed something wrong, right?"
Lin Sanjiu didn't say anything.
She wanted to find her grand prize and Yu Yuan, so any risk was worth it.
"The target you are suspecting isn't duoluozhong," Zhong Qing said to Eight-Headed Druid in a low voice, "If you are worried about duoluozhong, what's the point of us patrolling in the depths of Fan Jia City? We are too far away from the edge of the city. I've stayed in Fan Jia City for a few days, and I did hear some rumors … "
Eight-Headed Druid's face suddenly darkened. The woman by the window slowly straightened her back. Lin Sanjiu could feel that both of them had tensed up due to their vigilance. At that moment, the word "trap" flashed across Lin Sanjiu's mind.
It was only after a moment that she realized that the two of them were staring at something behind her and Zhong Qing.
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