Chapter 1959

What can I do?

Lin Sanjiu resisted the anxious impulse of trying to put the respirator back on, and desperately focused on the current problem. The fear and urgency generated when a person can't breathe are so strong that no crisis can match - even as an evolutionist, Lin Sanjiu feels that she is about to be hit and cracked by the beast in her lungs at the moment.

"That is to say, the essence of this doomsday world, for example, is not 'network', nor 'advertising', but 'service provider'." She took Teacher Yi as an echo board and said, "it collected my past, according to the threat that I was impressed with and was very dangerous to me, and then..."

Teacher Yi, as her subconscious representation, naturally knew what she meant, and added, "then issued an 'Auction'?"

No matter how I think, I feel that this kind of doomsday world is really incredible.

According to the information given by the puppet master, the auction object of the "online advertising real-time auction service" world is probably all the things that take the "evolutor" as the hunting object in this endless doomsday world system: copies, degenerates, creatures and traps that are difficult to classify... Wherever she goes, it is equivalent to a blank advertising space.

As long as there is blank advertising space, the world of "online advertising real-time auction service provider" that does not know why it will survive will continue to publish auctions; And all kinds of things in the world will continue to "buy" the advertising space around her and appear around her one after another - especially those things that are very similar to her "cookie" in the past.

At the thought of the weirdness and crisis she had experienced, it turned out that there were so many versions in thousands of worlds, Lin San wine almost had a sense of dust particles.

"What about oxygen?" Teacher Yi sounded very worried, "anyone who breathed oxygen in this doomsday world, even if they are connected to this' online advertising 'system, right? Is that oxygen the doomsday factor, or something else?"

Theoretically, "online advertising real-time auction service provider" cannot destroy any world, because it is not dangerous in itself; If the most dangerous thing a person has experienced in his life is just being bitten by a cat on his finger, there is nothing this system can do to take him.

And "buy" all kinds of strange things in the advertising space, relying on this strange system, is also highly personal targeted. Every "advertisement" can only destroy at most one person, not the world.

And oxygen is even less likely to be the doomsday factor, not to mention that human simply inhaled oxygen has no impact at all. Now she is eager to have a little oxygen - that is, the role that the "doomsday factor" should play is now assigned to three things.

"No matter what the doomsday factor is," Lin Sanjiu said irritably, "I can see why the arsenal is covered with a layer of gas cover outside. After cutting off the internal oxygen, the incoming Arsenal members will not activate this system. But the Arsenal members themselves also need to breathe? If they can't even use the oxygen cylinder, aren't they also killed when they come in?"

Teacher Yi naturally has no answer to this question.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the small box on the head of the blue wall again. The fork was like a promise, a gesture, telling her that as long as she clicked, the immediate threat would disappear immediately - just like the last red brick wall human figure.

However, Lin Sanjiu is not born in the end. She has seen pop-up online advertising.

In order to allow users to click into advertisements, they can be said to do everything; It is clear that the last time you clicked a cross, the advertisement was really closed. Next time you click again, it is likely to suddenly open a new link for you, not to mention that sometimes the closing box will move, and sometimes there will be false closing boxes

In the past, she only had to close the newly popped up browsing page, but in this world of "online advertising real-time auction service", inadvertently clicking it clearly meant a continuous new crisis - she remembered that as soon as she broke the McDonald's bag, fake Ren Nan climbed onto her shoulder.

Besides, even if she successfully closed the "blue wall man", she still couldn't breathe, but it was equivalent to empty the advertising space; As soon as she breathes, the "blank advertising space" around her will be filled with God knows what the new thing is.

"How about this," Teacher Yi suggested, "you keep the blue wall man first, don't close it, so that at least nothing new will appear... Then you run quickly, take a breath when you run away, and then cut off the oxygen when the blue wall man catches up."

Lin Sanjiu thought about it, and it seemed that this was the only way.

"Am I walking the dog or holding a kite," she muttered and scolded, remembering the pigs in the city hall.

Did the pig hear something? Is it true that every doomsday model in the world of the karma museum will wake up sooner or later?

But now is not the time to think deeply. Taking advantage of the fact that she can endure the lung that seems to be about to explode, she quickly looked at the map of the Arsenal and found a control room called the "Information Center". After finding the right direction, she took another look at the "blue wall man", turned and ran.

It seems that her bad luck is coming to an end; Every time he looked back on the road, Lin Sanjiu found that the "blue wall man" was still standing motionless. Looking from a distance, it was really like a webpage pop-up advertisement that had lost its vitality after the Internet was disconnected.

"Here it is," Teacher Yi shouted urgently.

Lin Sanjiu stopped in front of a locked muddy gray door, thought about it, turned around and ran back for a few steps, distancing himself from the door. Facing the direction of the "blue wall man", she immediately took out her breathing mask and covered her face again - there is no fresh and precious feeling in the world when she breathed in that mouthful of oxygen when she was about to suffocate.

Before she could even close the oxygen bottle again, the dark hair of the "blue wall man" flashed in the alley in front of her. Compared with the real blue wall people she had met, this one seemed to be a lot slower; She quickly turned off the oxygen and tentatively stepped back. Seeing that the "blue wall man" did not make any new moves, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

Although this method is cumbersome, it works at last.

When he opened the door, Lin Sanjiu didn't keep anything, and he simply spread his heart's fire on the door; Even if the door was solid and thick, it could not resist the heavy punches she hit on the doorshaft. When the door spindle broke, she immediately grabbed the edge and tore it off, and the metal door lock rolled away on the ground.

After entering the corridor, the next few rooms were treated equally roughly; When Lin Sanjiu felt a little like King Kong herself, she finally found the communication transmission room inside the arsenal.

The whole branch had been cut off for a long time. In order to start the communication transmission system of the arsenal, she had to go around to the back of the building and find a backup generator. Start the power generation, connect the system, turn on the system... In this series of steps, she breathed three or four times, and each time, as expected, she attracted the "blue wall man".

After inputting the number sparan left her in the video of looking for someone, Lin Sanjiu's finger stopped on the "send".

She frowned slightly, and for a moment she couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt in her heart.

Is it... A sense of crisis? It seems wrong.

She looked back, and there was silence and emptiness around. Except for her and the silent and dark machine, even the "blue wall man" is not nearby, and there are no other new advertisements.

Lin Sanjiu pondered for a while and pressed "send".

I have finally finished writing, and I am free. Now there is a problem. The cat has pressed my feet in pursuit of freedom