"Isn't this rule a little too weird?" Lin Sanjiu quickly dismissed the thought from her mind. She soon realized that this rule wasn't made by one person.
"Humans are goods" was more like a natural law of physics. It was a law that governed the operation of the world. Just like how an apple would fall to the ground and how humans had to rely on energy to survive, it didn't even need to be explained in words. When a person stepped into the warehouse, it would clearly and intensely emerge from their subconscious and become a part of their worldview.
Mrs. Manas woke up from her deep sleep. She was a little flustered. "What happened? Did you enter the pocket dimension? Why do I feel like I'm a sponge used to cushion the shock? That's weird. Why can I talk? "
Lin Sanjiu hoped that someone could explain to her.
The moment she got on the truck, the "identity" of her crate of goods was assigned. She was "picked up" by the metal arm of the truck. The arrangement was very reasonable. She was now a crate of bottled Gin. She finally lived up to her name.
As a crate of wine, Lin Sanjiu felt like she was being loaded into a large cargo tray. A few people were hanging on hooks like roast ducks. They looked at her enviously, "Not bad. You have a seat, unlike us who can only hang."
It was as if, as goods, they could talk, eat, play games, and sleep without being affected except that they couldn't walk.
Gin asked, "What goods are you?"
"Bagged roast ducks."
Her sharp intuition was really amazing.
"Why are we all goods?" Seeing that the roast ducks seemed to be easy to talk to, Gin quickly asked from between the wooden bars of the cargo tray.
"This is a very complicated question," one of the female roast ducks said, "I'm afraid we have to go to the original apocalyptic world and study the apocalyptic factors of that world to find out the reason and the pattern …"
"What the hell?"
Just when Lin Sanjiu wanted to ask for more details, she heard a muffled rumble that sounded like it came from afar. The moving truck that was as big as a building shook. Lin Sanjiu immediately realized that the truck had started moving.
"Speaking of which, the freight warehouse is a very strange place," another male duck said, raising his voice amid the rumbling that seemed to drown everything. "We've only seen the surface of it. Can you imagine how people live in a freight warehouse?"
Why live in a cargo warehouse?
Lin Sanjiu pricked up her ears, waiting for the others to answer. Unfortunately, after the truck started moving, no one seemed to be willing to talk at the top of their lungs. Even the male roast duck did not make a sound.
The transport truck, which was as tall as a 20-story building, looked like a wildflower on the ground after driving into the warehouse and driving under the skylike ceiling. Lin Sanjiu had no idea how big the warehouse was. Even if she strained her eyes, she still couldn't see the walls on either end of the warehouse. The ceiling, the shelves, and the floor seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance. Occasionally, there were two or three moving trucks dotting the warehouse. Eventually, the entire warehouse disappeared into the horizon.
Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure out what else it could be if it wasn't a pocket dimension.
When the truck finally stopped in front of a shelf that was as tall as it was, Gin seized the opportunity to ask the question. "It's really not a dungeon? How big is it? "
"Of course it's as big as a world." One of the roast ducks answered matter-of-factly, "If we were in a pocket dimension, would we still be so relaxed?"
She had seen other parts of the world, and they were not like this warehouse. How could he say that it was as big as a world? Besides, if it wasn't a pocket dimension, what else could it be?
As for her second question, the answer she got was, "That's a weird question. Isn't this the Karma Museum?" As if that was enough to answer all her questions.
"If only I hadn't lost that booklet," Lin Sanjiu regretted.
"It's useless to look at it."
There was a woman in a wooden crate nearby. She seemed to be assembling furniture. She seemed to have sensed Lin Sanjiu's helplessness and took the initiative to explain, "A person's eyesight and mobility are useless in a cargo warehouse. If you are alone, you can't see the end of the warehouse, and you will never be able to get out of the cargo warehouse. The rules don't allow that. If you want to get out of here … Oh, it's here. Look at that. "
Lin Sanjiu followed the woman's finger and looked at the shelves in front of her. Every floor was wide and flat. If one took this floor to the Cloud World, it would be a qualified residential area for humans. At the moment, other than some dusty cabinets, the rest of the shelves were empty.
The biggest difference between this and a normal shelf was that the shelves were full of 'ditches'. Even the outermost edge of the shelves had ditches. Lin Sanjiu craned her neck to take a look. She found that the U-shaped ditches were intertwined with each other. They spread as far as the shelves, forming a large net between the shelves.
Among the roast ducks hanging beside her, one of them mumbled, "Zone B120, Floor 1509, Fourth Floor."
As soon as the roast duck said that, its friends also said the same thing. Lin Sanjiu took a closer look and realized that there were different serial numbers and small words printed on the U-shaped ditches. However, there were too many of them. Lin Sanjiu couldn't see all of them, so she couldn't find where the "Zone B120, Floor 1509, Fourth Floor" was.
Amidst the low buzzing sound, the metal arm holding the roast ducks unfastened its joints from the moving cart and slowly extended toward the shelves a few meters above them. When the roast ducks fell into the ditches, it was as if they were sitting on a caterpillar or had fallen into a river. Apparently, they didn't move at all. Instead, their heads popped out from the edge of the ditches and slowly moved forward. They didn't panic at all. Following the flow of the ditches, they gradually disappeared into the large net on the left side.
"What are they doing?" Lin Sanjiu asked blankly.
"It's obvious that this is your first time coming to the freight warehouse," the woman said. "I live here, and the roast ducks are passing through here. What about you? You don't even know what a freight warehouse is. What are you doing here? "
"Live here?
Didn't the male roast duck say that he couldn't imagine how a person could live in a freight warehouse? "
The more Lin Sanjiu heard, the more questions she had. She had a vague feeling that there might be a basic fact that everyone in the Karma Museum knew, but she didn't know it. That was why she couldn't understand it. However, since she didn't know what it was, she couldn't find a way to ask about it.
"I'm new here, so I need to understand the basic information of the Karma Museum. This is the first place I'm going to stay."
Lin Sanjiu watched as the woman's furniture was lifted by the moving cart's metal arm and slowly moved toward the shelves in front of them. Lin Sanjiu raised her voice and shouted, "Where should I go to get information? How do I get out of here? "
"Do you want to get information as soon as possible, or do you want to get out as soon as possible?"
The woman seemed to chuckle amidst the buzzing sound of the moving cart. She turned around and shouted, "This is so fitting … If you want to get information, follow me. If you want to get out, follow the roast ducks. The freight warehouse is a world of choices. You can decide the way forward! "
"I have a hunch that something is fake ahead, but I don't know when it will drop …"
(End of chapter)
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