Chapter 1318

At more than 11 o'clock that evening, when Wu Lun came home from work and opened the door, Lin Sanjiu was putting a silk stocking on his head.

She heard the sound and turned her head towards the door; Before the stockings were pulled to the end, the eyebrows and eyes were pressed into a triangle with two eyebrows. As soon as Wu Lun looked up, he paused and stood at the door, forgetting to pull out the key.

"You're back," Lin Sanjiu said.

"No... no, No." Wu Lun tried to close his eyes, as if he hoped that when he opened it again, Lin Sanjiu would disappear in situ. But when she opened her eyes again, Lin Sanjiu had pulled the stockings around her neck and asked, "can you recognize my face?"

Wu Lun closed the door and shook his head desperately, "no, no, this is not good."

"Don't worry, I won't be in danger." Just rob a bank.

"Absolutely not. I'm not worried about you. Take off my socks."

Lin Sanjiu peeled off the silk stockings she found in the wardrobe again and asked, "what can you do? Yesterday morning, didn't you say you wanted to help me?"

After her phone call yesterday morning, Wu Lun soon realized that giving her money to advertise for someone was the best way to avoid the destruction of the world, so the Ba girl was excited and said a lot of heroic words. However, after two days of various discussions, experiments, insomnia and work, Wu Lun's ambition and spirit are now visible to the naked eye.

"I really don't understand," Wu Lun opened the door, pulled out the key, closed the door again, and muttered, "why do I have a BA to save the world? And why is the way to save the world money?"

She sighed and sat down on the sofa and rubbed her calf like an old lady. "If I knew how to make money, would I still be a BA who stood late all day? Your... Your listening thing, really can't do it again?"

Wu Lun's eyes lit up when he thought of what was sitting under his fart. Lin Sanjiu shook her head, breaking her luck: "a description of ability can only be used once."

Yesterday, or early this morning, she finally survived the cooling time of [Pygmalion collar], and immediately woke up Wu Lun. Lin Sanjiu had already known where the latter's wallet was hidden; Not only did he know, he also took the initiative to draw out a 100 yuan bill with the largest face value and asked Wu Lun to read himself a description of his ability to "copy a large number of certain objects".

Just like the ability evolved naturally, the effect ability produced by [Pygmalion collar] also has various limitations, which is not omnipotent. Taking a large number of copied objects as an example, Lin Sanjiu soon found that if she copied something simple, such as a piece of white paper, its proliferation speed was almost unlimited. In just twoorthree seconds, a large number of white paper copied out would drown Wu Lun's bed. However, in order to prevent counterfeiting, the production materials and processes of banknotes are very complex; Until she used up all five minutes, the copied cash was only piled up on a small piece of floor.

For this number, Teacher Yi explained that it may be because the collar effect and potential value have been weakened together.

Lin Sanjiu looked dissatisfied, but Wu Lun's sleep was all driven away. The girl seemed to be a little money addict, so she jumped on the pile of money and grabbed the money one by one. She couldn't help crying in a low voice, "it's really the same!"

Unlike making counterfeit money, what Lin Sanjiu copied is real money, which is enough to pass any precision counterfeit money inspection machine. But the problem is that each of them is exactly the same as the mother banknote used as a template.

Corner folding, slight stains, folding marks... Most importantly, the serial number of the bill is also exactly the same. If it's just twoorthree, after putting together more than 1000 banknotes - this number is counted by Wu Lun all night - their similarity converges into a very striking picture. Even if you just glance at it, ordinary people can immediately detect something wrong.

"It's impossible to advertise with this pile of money,"

Wu Lun carefully and treasure folded the banknotes into neat piles, tied them tightly with a rubber band and stuffed them under the sofa. He said with satisfaction, "when people see that so much cash is the same serial number, they will call the police on the spot. They can't deposit it in the bank... Even the ATM machine will know something's wrong. If I see it, I'll spend one at a time, so as not to cause problems."

After asking what a hundred yuan could do, Lin Sanjiu had only one way to get money illegally in his mind. It's not practical to go to the museum again. Collecting wool can't just stare at the same sheep. Besides, even if she takes something, she doesn't know who to sell it to; Looking for Han Jun to share the stolen goods, she couldn't get through when she called - she couldn't think of a way, so Wu Lun's new silk stockings for work were damaged.

"Otherwise, we'll print the small advertisement tomorrow, and I'll have a rest tomorrow." After finally persuading her, Wu Lun suggested vaguely before going to bed, "first find a shop to print a hundred yuan, and then find another one to print a hundred yuan after pasting... It's all real money anyway, isn't it?"

It's a little inefficient, but it's better to get the message out earlier than sitting at home worrying.

Lin Sanjiu didn't sleep at all that night.

Now, in her waking time, she is constantly training, purifying and refining her consciousness. Italian teacher said that if such training intensity is put in the past, I'm afraid it can be upgraded after six months and a year; But now, she can only barely keep her consciousness level from falling.

Moreover, it seems that the holding time will gradually become shorter and the time spent on training will become longer and longer.

One day in the future, even if she doesn't eat, drink or sleep, she can't maintain the gradually declining level of consciousness... Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes in the early morning sunshine, feeling full and lively consciousness, thinking at the same time. When she finds a way to deliver information to the doomsday world, how far will her ability decay?

... what if she can't find a way to deliver the message?

"Good morning,"

When she was in a trance, Wu Lun stretched out from the quilt, and the shadow of his arm stretched straight into the light orange sunlight covered by the curtain, like a peaceful picture. "Give me half an hour and we can go out."

Lin Sanjiu nodded silently, concentrating his thoughts on "how to make money" again.

In order to make the small ads posted as long as possible, the two spent a lot of time on the content.

To be frank, I can't find an evolutionist. I'm afraid I'll be swept away as nonsense. Generally speaking, small advertisements that search for people, dogs and lost goods survive for a long time; Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and decided to make a "missing person notice".

In order to increase its impact, so that passers-by can notice it at a glance, she also prepared a photo - find a similar photo, and use [the power of description] to modify it according to memory, which can become the effect she wants.

An hour later, while eating ice cream, Wu Lun watched the printer in the shop slowly spit out such a missing person notice.

Notice of missing person:

The man in the picture is my uncle and I am his niece. My uncle is called "mad dog". His business is doing very well. There are many employees in 12 places. Employees like to hang a puppet eardrop on their ears. He always takes many people with him when he goes out, but this time there is no Internet where he goes, and the employees are separated from him. Now I am looking for him.

The machine typed out this passage in an orderly manner, and then continued to spit out the text.

If you know the information about those twelve places, if you know the information about people like my uncle, and if you want to return to those twelve places, you are welcome to contact the following number, and you must be paid a lot.

Next, there is a list of Hanjun's mobile phone numbers.

The printer is still buzzing; Wu Lun also looked casually. Suddenly, his hand shook and almost threw out the ice cream in his hand. "Shit," she even scolded a rude remark, "who is this? Why... Why is this... He is really your uncle?"

"Uncle or uncle, I also forgot, what's the matter, anyway, it's not true." Lin Sanjiu whispered. The fat landlady of the print shop was sitting on another table behind her playing games, and her ears were eager to turn back to listen to them.

"It's too, too scary," Wu Lun began to shiver with a sad face: "although it seems that there are no bloody fangs on a closer look, but how..."

Actually, I dare to "take a closer look". It seems that if the real person is not present, the killing effect is not good. Can it still attract others' attention?

Lin Sanjiu sighed, picked up the first typed missing person notice, and shook it in front of the landlady: "do you think this is right?"

The landlady jumped with fat flesh all over her body, subconsciously pushed away the chair, took two steps back, and squinted her eyes carefully for a while.

"Wow," she whispered, "there's a kind of... What's that called, oh, the beauty of Gothic."

All right.

Lin Sanjiu held back his words, silently put away the typed missing person notice, and asked, "how many pieces of this black-and-white one can be printed for 100 yuan?"

"We usually pay one yuan a piece," replied the landlady.

After a long time, Lin Sanjiu once again felt that Mike duck's ability was warming up in her body.

The landlady continued, "you play a lot, I'll give you a discount, 50 cents a piece."

... if Mike duck knew that he was the richest man, he could only spend 50 cents here, he might also be unhappy.

After the two men left the print shop with 200 missing persons notices, they put up small advertisements on every bus stop and telegraph pole along the bus line according to Wu Lun's suggestion. From the perspective of evolutionists, Lin San wine also posted some outside supermarkets, sporting goods stores, pharmacies and hardware stores - each store gave 100 yuan as a tip allowed to be posted. It's quite a lot to post hundreds of pieces a day; But this is still too slow, especially Wu Lun has to rest and buy snacks all the way, which is a little time-consuming.

"I walked with you for at least 20000 steps today." she didn't feel slow at all, and asked for credit: "your feet hurt. Can't you ask me to press a massage in the evening?"

Lin Sanjiu was about to respond when he suddenly heard the cell phone drip ring of Dou lihanjun, and his heart beat a few times faster.

Someone saw the advertisement so soon?

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and was stunned. What came in was a text message, sent from a strange number, with only a short sentence - "husband, where are you?"