Chapter 2194

Lin Sanjiu thought that the most difficult pig to deal with would be Fourth Uncle, but she was wrong.

The fourth uncle who used [Logic] to trick them, fell to the ground motionless at this moment, his arms were torn off from his shoulders, and the cut was wrapped in shorts, which had long been soaked in blood, so he couldn't tell What was it? Its appearance was the result of Lin Sanjiu spending only half a minute on it.

On the contrary, it was Wang Gen, another pig with no long body, who had just transformed and had low abilities, which made Lin Sanjiu feel helpless and helpless at this moment—he clearly knew the other party's nature, but he couldn't just kill him , and can't ignore it, it made her feel depressed and irritable.

Wangen's previous fears were gone.

Inspired by a kind of enthusiasm and excitement that Lin Sanjiu couldn't understand, it moved extremely fast as if oil was burning under its buttocks. The screen covered with thick blood was pulled out, and two bloodstains were drawn on the hall floor.

"Ah, of course I would," said a woman on the screen rather slickly, glanced at the questioner outside the screen, and squeezed her eyes with laughter. "The farm is so good, I would like to live in it for the rest of my life. Really, this is my heartfelt desire. In my next life, I will be reborn on the farm. It doesn't matter if I draw more blood. Isn't it necessary to draw blood for a physical examination?" ?"

"This is the branch C where you stayed before," Wangen said with a smile, "I changed someone to help me to ask questions... I said, they are not allowed to hide the actual situation, just ask everyone, if the blood is drawn In exchange for the right to live on a farm, are they willing to do so?"

Lin Sanjiu glanced at it, and secretly regretted that he had killed so many pigs in the conference room, but spared its life.

"Ah? You mean, if I don't want to, I can go?"

The next woman who was asked was stunned when she heard the words, as if she had lived on a farm since she was born and could not imagine the outside world. "Then after I leave, who will care about me outside?"

"Nobody cares anymore," said the assistant off-screen. "It's up to you to figure out how to live and die outside."

The assistant's tone was teasing, and his words were not wrong. Even Lin Sanjiu couldn't say that he was threatening.

"Ah?" The woman was taken aback again, "Then, then I'd better choose the farm...I'm outside by myself, it's too dangerous. Why do you ask me this?"

Renzhu didn't pay attention to her, and after getting the answer, he carried the communication machine on his shoulders and continued to walk forward. When the camera passed over the woman's face, her face was clearly full of curiosity, worry and fear, but she didn't dare to ask the assistant to ask more questions, and she flashed past in the corner of the screen.

"Ask the people here," Wang Gen suddenly said, instructing others to help, "pick one at random."

When Renzhu stopped, the wooden house on the screen was the No. 5 house that Lin Sanjiu stayed in not long ago. The person who raised his head hesitantly from behind the earthen wall was none other than Bingwusanba, formerly known as Yinhe.

"It's up to you," Lin Sanjiu's heart thumped violently as the assistant stopped Bingwusanba—she had heard many different answers along the way just now, but after a dozen or so people gave In the answer, the version closest to "I want to leave" is just a sentence of "Then I will go out for a walk, and I will come back after the tour."

"...Leave?" Bingwusanba looked at the screen, his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, and his lips trembled slightly. "...Where are you going?"

"Then I don't care," Renzhu said, "Go back to your house."

"I... how can I still have a home?" Bingwusanba smiled wryly, "Everyone in my village—"

"Tell her," Lin Sanjiu leaned over suddenly, his tone and voice surprised even himself, "Xingxing is dead."

When Feng Huanyan appeared in the hall alone, she had already vaguely guessed that there could only be one reason why the stars did not appear together.

Bingwusanba stood blankly behind the earthen wall, his eyes were empty, and the eyeballs didn't look like eyeballs, as if two black holes had been dug out. She didn't look surprised or surprised at all—she even lost her reaction to the fact that the assistant could say the name "star".

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "How did you die?"

Lin Sanjiu glanced at Wang Gen. "Say it."

The white pig leaned over his head, coughed, and said, "That man is too. His psychological quality is too bad, he can't bear the pressure, and he is too fragile. He seems to be chasing a woman. He has been chasing for a long time but there is no result. His house chief suspects that he has What a small thought, I taught him a lesson, heck, it was a little harsher, but it was for his own good... But he wanted to run away that night."

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, remembering how Feng Wuwu died. Did she tell her the news of Xingxing's death so abruptly to make Bingwusanba make up his mind to leave? She didn't know it herself.

"...I got it back, but I didn't make it." Unexpectedly, the pig continued, "Maybe he couldn't stand the shame of being punished in public. One of them didn't catch him, and hanged himself in the punishment center."

Bingwusanba slowly slid down the dirt wall and fell off the screen. Naturally, the assistant wouldn't give her a chance to breathe, went up and poked her on the shoulder, and said, "I'm asking you something, do you want to stay or not?"

Bingwusanba raised his head, as if it took him a long time to understand. "... Can you really go?"

"If you say you want to leave, then you can leave," Renzhu said impatiently.

Bingwusanba lowered his head. The head of the house, Bing, who had been listening for a long time, stood up five-three-five, walked to her side, kicked her with his toe, and said, "Quickly answer, people are asking you something."

"I... if I stay, is it okay if I don't match?" Bingwusanba finally asked in a low voice. "I have no home...I have nowhere else but here..."

Lin Sanjiu slowly straightened up.

Then who did Renzhu ask, and who answered what, she didn't want to listen anymore. Even if one or two people now and then made up their minds to leave, it would not change what Wangen said—most people, even if hesitantly, would choose to stay on this farm.

"Look," Lou Qin's image stood not far away, and turned his gaze away from the ordinary person being questioned. She looked at Lin Sanjiu and said, "Maybe we don't have such a big difference, right?"

Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and said nothing.

"Why continue to be stubborn? Ordinary people are happy, and evolutionaries benefit. I can also guarantee that Occidentus will not hear a little bit of wind." Louqin sighed, and said: "I have been delayed here for a long time. Time... If you are not satisfied with anything, you can tell that pig to improve the farm according to your wishes. Everything it needs can be directly borrowed from us, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Wang Gen listened on the sidelines, and his eyes, which were covered with blood, suddenly shone brightly.

"I will definitely give them a better living condition, and I will work tirelessly to treat them as my own children," Wangen said with a smile. "Now I am the only pig left on the farm. If I don't work hard, who will work hard?" What? I am willing to take on this task..."

"You just said that all the pig's stuff is borrowed from you?" Lin Sanjiu ignored it, and only asked Lou Qin, "How did you borrow it?"

Lou Qin seemed a little relieved that she had finally changed the subject, and was happy to answer. "Have you seen the shorts that pigs wear?"

"I checked it," Lin Sanjiu said coldly, "but they are just ordinary clothes, not special items."

"That's right, they are indeed not special items themselves, but the backlog of inventory that my men found from a pre-doomsday clothing warehouse. If you check the shorts, you can't find anything. We can only tell who is who by color."

Lou Qin said in a low voice: "But Occidentus has a way... to establish a connection between the user and the internal space of any man-made object. For example, the user can put one of his hands into your backpack, Or come out of your closet. Of course he can also put what the pigs ask for secondment into their shorts pockets."

Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized. "So everything they put in their trouser pockets will disappear, so it's because the trouser pockets are connected to Occidentals?"

"It shouldn't be him, but he specifically arranged who is responsible for this matter, I don't know." Lou Qin thought for a while and said: "If I remember correctly, he can even continue Do 'triage'. For example, he chooses a pig to establish a connection, and with his permission, that pig can also establish a connection with other people."

She smiled wryly, and said, "What he can do is too... too much. Sometimes I even feel that what he possesses is not ability or items, but 'supernatural powers'."

No wonder... Thinking about it this way, the pig that died in the [Medical System] at the beginning also took something out of his trouser pocket before it died. It must be because the fourth uncle put something deadly in its pocket.

"How did the pig ask for secondment?"

"As far as I know, in addition to putting the note with the name of the item in the trouser pocket when necessary, it is enough to open the trouser pocket and say what you need." Lou Qin glanced at them and pretended not to hear them Wangen, who was in the conversation, said: "Under Oscius' method, you can regard the trouser pocket as a...a passage. It's like a window. After opening, the person on the other end can even attack you through the window. "

Lin Sanjiu clearly felt that all the hairs on his back suddenly stood up.

"Wait, if you think of your trouser pockets as windows," she looked around and asked hoarsely, "then these 'windows' are always open?"

"Should it be?" Lou Qin obviously didn't know the details. "Only the pig in charge has the right to be seconded, and the trouser pocket is the channel to be connected..."

"Fourth Uncle has always been the person in charge here, right?" Lin Sanjiu's words were directed at Wang Gen.

Wang Gen was obviously a little confused when he heard the words, he nodded quickly and said: "Yes, we have to deal with Fourth Uncle's application for whatever we need."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

She understood why she couldn't let go of this problem, and at this juncture, she was still entangled in the pig's trouser pocket repeatedly.

The fourth uncle is in charge, and its trouser pocket is an "open window".

But now, the "open window" was being wrapped around the wound on Fourth Uncle's shoulder, soaked in thick blood layer by layer, almost drying up.

Occidentus on the other side of the "window", or the subordinate he arranged to be in charge of this matter, must have seen a lot of blood at this moment... and knew that something was wrong.

When this thought became clear, it was also when Lin Sanjiu heard the elevator ding again.

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