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It was the time of the day when the sun was the strongest. The ground was covered with deep cracks. Dust and sand were flying in the scorching heat. It was difficult to breathe, and it made people feel like they were going to suffocate in the next second.
At this time, the survivors would usually look for a shady place to sleep, unlike now, where 20 to 30 people were sitting in a white tent under the sun, enduring the torment of the high temperature.
Although everyone was sweating and looked uncomfortable, for some reason, no one stood up and left. Everyone sat where they were, glancing at the direction of the tent from time to time.
The tent was as tall as a person and was made of insulated fabric. If they were to sit in it, it would definitely be very cool.
At this time, the entrance of the tent was tightly shut.
"This guy really knows how to put on airs. I'm dying from the heat."
Suddenly, a low scolding voice came from the thigh of a gentle-looking young man. The young man hurriedly pressed down the thing that was speaking, revealing a pair of gray gloves that were obviously made from socks. He scolded softly, "Don't mess around! If they hear you, we won't have a chance. "
A rabbit head squeezed out from his palm. It was a brown rabbit with pink carrots on its fur, and it smacked its lips in dissatisfaction.
"Damn, it's just a stupid ability, and it's still acting like a tyrant …" it muttered.
In fact, Hu Changzai felt the same way. However, he was different from the capricious rabbit, and he still sat upright.
After waiting under the hot sun for a while, there was finally some movement in the quiet tent. The sound of rustling cloth became louder and louder. There was a slight commotion among the people sitting outside the tent, but they seemed to have heard nothing and lowered their heads again.
About 10 minutes later, the tent door was opened, and a woman with a flushed face walked out.
She had one hand on the zipper of her short skirt, and when she took a step out, someone had already spoken, "Miss Mei Huan, has Mr. A woken up from his afternoon nap?"
The woman called Mei Huan glanced at the person who spoke with her watery eyes, "Mr. A just woke up, and he's a little thirsty. If anyone can provide Mr. A with some fresh fruits, you can come in and get your visa. "
When she said that, including Hu Changzai, the twenty to thirty people were stunned.
In the past, fresh fruits were nothing, but in the Hyperthermal Hell —
"Miss Mei Huan, you also know that fruits can't be preserved. Do you think juice will do? I have several flavors here. "A middle-aged man hurriedly asked.
Having fruit juice was the best they could hope for. The others only had some mineral water, so no one spoke for a while. Mei Huan turned around and went back into the tent. After a while, she poked her head out and said, "The one with juice, come in!"
The middle-aged man went in with a face full of joy. This Consular Officer named Ah asked for a lot of money for each visa. Being able to exchange a few bottles of fruit juice for a visa was indeed a good deal for him.
"I wonder what he will ask of us later." Hu Changzai sighed worriedly. "We only have a few Special Items on us that we can use."
As he spoke, Mei Huan walked to his side with a small booklet in her hand. She raised her chin at him, "Hey, you, how many visas do you want to apply for?"
"Oh, I'm not here to apply for a visa. I'm here to check the names of two people. I want to see if they have any visas …"
"Check people?" Mei Huan's pen paused for a moment. She looked at him, "That's expensive. What are their names? "
Hu Changzai quickly replied, "One is Lin Sanjiu, the other is Hai Tianqing … Yes, Jiu as in wine and Hai as in ocean."
Lin Sanjiu's attack had indeed sent him flying. After Hu Changzai got up from the ground, he walked for a long time and found himself in the neighboring province. It was also his good luck that after being sent flying so far away, he actually met the rabbit so quickly.
However, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any trace of Lin Sanjiu and Hai Tianqing.
Just when they were at their wits' end, they heard that a Consular Officer from another world had arrived nearby. When they thought that Lin Sanjiu might come to look for a Consular Officer, they went there with a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
After Mei Huan finished her registration, she returned to her tent and walked past a middle-aged man. However, the latter's expression didn't look too good. Someone immediately asked, "What's wrong? You didn't get a visa? "
"I got one," the middle-aged man waved a piece of paper in his hand. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. "I gave away three boxes of fruit juice, but I only got a visa to a B-level world."
The young man gasped, "Aiya, B-level! That's a little dangerous. It's better to send it randomly … Where did you want to go? "
"Of course, I'm going to the Twelve Worlds Centrum!" The middle-aged man didn't say anything else. He sighed and left.
Hu Changzai was confused by the conversation. When he heard the middle-aged man's footsteps getting further and further away, he pulled the man back and asked in a low voice, "Does a Consular Officer really care about which world the visa is issued to? Why didn't you give that man the visa he wanted? "
The long-haired man cast a sidelong glance at him and sneered, "First time?"
He nodded.
"No wonder," the long-haired man said and didn't say anything else. He continued to play with the two glass balls in his hand. Hu Changzai waited for a while. When he saw that the man didn't seem to have any intention to continue, he became a little anxious. Just when he was about to ask, the rhythmic footsteps of the middle-aged man stopped.
Hu Changzai raised his head and saw the small figure of the middle-aged man standing at the end of the street. He seemed to be looking at something in the distance. Then, he shouted, "Puppeteer!" Hu Changzai heard the middle-aged man's voice.
Hu Changzai's heart skipped a beat.
"Puppeteer, is that really him?"
"Why is he here?"
"F * ck, should we hide for a while …"
Then, the people around them stood up one after another. They whispered among themselves, and the uneasy atmosphere instantly infected everyone.
The distance of a street was not far. Before the whispers died away, and before the people who wanted to hide could take a step, Puppeteer's appearance appeared clearly in everyone's sight. It seemed like he didn't even take a step, but he was already standing in front of the tent.
Compared to when he was at the port, Puppeteer didn't change much. He still had the same strange attire and pale skin. The only difference was that the golden powder around his eyes had turned red. The biggest change was the people behind him.
Not a single one of them looked like a plastic model.
Regardless of whether it was the woman in her thirties, the 1.9-meter-tall man, or the short girl … Everyone's hair, skin, and pores all exuded a vivid and realistic feeling. There was even a pimple on one of the young men's face. Obviously, they were not plastic models.
However, all of them had the same hollow look in their eyes, and their joints were stiff when they moved. There was a thick, twisted thread sewn on each of their necks. It looked as if they had undergone surgery on their throats.
The scene quieted down in an instant. Someone gulped down a mouthful of saliva. The sound was very loud.
There were a few people who didn't know Puppeteer, but they were also shocked by the scene. For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to move. Puppeteer's mood swings were well-known. No one was willing to act rashly.
With a pale face, Mei Huan crawled out of the tent helplessly. "Lord Puppeteer, why are you here?"
"Are you a consular officer?" Puppeteer asked with a blank face.
Mei Huan glanced at him and said, "No, Mr. A is …"
In the next moment, she was thrown back into the tent by a gust of wind. The tent could not withstand the force, and it collapsed.
"If you're not, get the consular officer out here!"
A fat man with sweat all over his forehead crawled out from the collapsed tent. "Isn't this Lord Puppeteer? I'm Axian. Are you here to get a visa? "
Puppeteer glanced at him, and the fatty immediately smiled politely. "Are you here to return to the Twelve Worlds Centrum? Give me a price, and I'll give it to you … "
For some reason, he was still in the mood to ask for a price in front of Puppeteer.
"Wait." Puppeteer stopped the fatty's short legs and said slowly, "Before I get a visa, help me find a name."
The fatty wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Go ahead."
As if he had sensed something, Puppeteer scanned the crowd and frowned. Slowly, he uttered a name, "Lin Sanjiu."
Mei Huan, who was trembling as she crawled out of the tent, was stunned. She replied instinctively, "Alcohol?"
Puppeteer's sharp gaze immediately focused on her. "Do you know this person?"
"No, no, no, it's … It's like this. Just now, there was someone who said that he also wanted to look up this name …"
She just wanted Puppeteer to move his gaze away from her, so she quickly pointed. "He's over there, and he even brought a rabbit with him … Huh?"
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