At eleven o'clock that night, when Wu Lun came home from work to open the door, Lin Sanjiu was putting a stocking on his head.
She heard the sound and turned her head toward the door; the stockings had not yet had time to pull to the end, only the eyebrows were pressed into a shape, and became a triangle with two eyebrows. When Wu Lun looked up, his movements stopped, and he stood in the doorway, and even the keys were forgotten.
"You are back," Lin Sanjiu greeted.
"No... No, no." Wu Lun closed his eyes and seemed to hope that when he opened it again, Lin Sanjiu could disappear in the same place. 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, it won't work."
"You can rest assured that I will not be in danger." Grab a bank.
"Absolutely not, I am not worried about you. You take off my socks."
Lin Sanjiu peeled off the stockings she had found out of the closet and asked, "What good way do you have? Yesterday morning, didn't you say that you want to help me?"
After her phone call yesterday morning, Wu Lun quickly realized that letting her have the money to advertise and find someone is the best way to avoid the destruction of the world. Therefore, this BA girl excitedly said a lot of rhetoric. However, under the two days of various discussions, trials, insomnia, and tossing to work, Wu Lun's ambition and spirit are now visible to the naked eye.
"I really don't understand," Wu Lun opened the door and pulled the key. He closed the door and muttered: "Why would you let me have a BA to save the world? And why is the way to save the world is to make money?"
She sighed and sat down on the sofa, picking up her calf like an old lady. "If I know how to make money, I will still be a BA that stands up to the night. You...the one that you listen to, can't really come again?"
It should have been remembered what was sitting under his own fart, and Wu Lun's eyes lit up. Lin Sanji shook her head and shattered her luck: "A ability description can only be used once."
Yesterday - or in the early hours of the morning, she finally gave up the cooling time of the "Pygmalion Collar" and immediately woke up Wu Lun. Where the latter's wallet is hidden, Lin Sanjiu knew it long ago; not only did he know that he also took out a 100-dollar banknote with the largest denomination, and Wu Lunun read a piece of his ability to “copy a certain object in large quantities”. description.
Just like the ability of nature to evolve, the ability to produce the Pygmalion collar also has various limitations and is not omnipotent. In the case of a large number of copied objects, Lin Sanjiu soon discovered that if she copied something simple, such as a piece of white paper, its proliferation rate was almost unlimited, just two or three seconds. The large amount of white paper copied out drowned Wu Lun's bed. However, in order to prevent counterfeiting, the materials and craftsmanship of the banknotes were very complicated; until she had used up all five minutes, the copied cash was only filled with a small piece of floor.
For this quantity, Yi teacher explained that it may be because the collar effect and potential value are all weakened together.
Lin San wine looked dissatisfied, but Wu Lun's sleepiness was all driven away. This girl seems to be a little wealthy, and the land rushed to the pile of money, grabbed the banknotes one by one, and screamed in a low voice: "It's exactly the same!"
Unlike the production of counterfeit banknotes, Lin Sanjiu copied all the real money, enough to pass through any precision counterfeit banknote inspection machine. But the problem is that each of them is exactly the same as the mother banknote used as a template.
Corner breakage, slight stains, folding marks... Most importantly, the banknote serial numbers are exactly the same. If it's only two or three sheets, and after more than a thousand bills are put together – this number is Wu Lun's sleepless nights – their similarities converge into a very impactful picture. Even if you just glance at it, you can let ordinary people immediately notice that something is wrong.
"It's impossible to hold this pile of money to advertise,"
Wu Lun carefully and cherished the banknotes into a very neat glimpse. They were tied tightly under the sofa with rubber bands. They said with satisfaction: "There are so many cashes in the same serial number, on the spot. I have to call the police. I can't save it in the bank... Even the ATM machine will know that something is wrong. If you want me to see it, I will spend one at a time, so that I don't have a problem."
After asking what a hundred dollars can do, Lin Sanjiu's mind is left with the idea of illegally collecting money. It's not practical to go to the museum again. You can't just stare at the same sheep. Even if you take something, she doesn't know who to sell. If you want to find a Han Jun, you can't connect when you call. - She thought about it and couldn't think of a way, so Wu Lun was embarrassed to buy the new stockings.
"If not, we will print a small advertisement tomorrow, I will rest tomorrow." After waiting for her to persuade her, Wu Lun stumbled before going to bed: "First find a shop to print a hundred dollars, After you have posted it, you will find another one for a hundred dollars... Anyway, it's real money, right?”
The efficiency is lower, but the ability to pass the message out early is, after all, reluctant to sit at home.
Lin Sanjiu did not sleep this night.
Now, in her awake time, a small part of her time is constantly training, purifying, and refining her own consciousness. Yi teacher said that if the intensity of such training is put in the past, I am afraid that it will be upgraded in half a year; but now, her level of consciousness can only be kept barely.
Moreover, it seems that the time to stay will be shortened and the time spent on training will be longer and longer.
One day later, even if she doesn't eat, drink, or sleep, she can't maintain the level of consciousness that gradually slips down... Lin San's eyes open in the early morning sunshine, while feeling the full and lively consciousness. I thought. When she finds a way to deliver news to the Doomsday world, what is the power of her ability to decline?
... In case she can't find a way to pass the message?
"Good morning,"
When she was fascinated, Wu Lun stretched out from the bed, and the shadow of her arm straightened into the sunlight that was covered by the curtains in a light orange, like a peaceful painting. "Give me half an hour, we can go out."
Lin San wine nodded silently, and once again focused on "how to make money."
In order to allow small ads to be posted as long as possible, the two spent a lot of thought on the content.
It is not acceptable to say that I am looking for an evolutionary person. I am afraid that it will be swept away as something nonsense. In general, small advertisements for people, dogs, and lost property survived for a long time; Lin Sanjiu thought about it and decided to make a "seeking person".
In order to increase its impact, let the passing people can notice it at a glance, she also prepared a photo - find a similar photo, use the power of [description] to modify it according to memory, you can become what she wants The effect is gone.
An hour later, Wu Lun ate the ice cream while watching the shop's printer slowly spit out such a tracing notice.
Search notices:
This person in the picture is my uncle, I am his niece. My uncle called "mad dog", the business is very big, there are many employees in 12 places, employees like to hang a wooden doll earring on the ear. He always carries a lot of people when he goes out, but this time he went there without a net, the employees were separated from him, and now I am looking for him.
The machine made such a paragraph in an orderly manner, and then continued to spit out the text.
If you know the news about the twelve places, if you know the news about my uncles, if you want to go back to those 12 places, you are welcome to contact the following number, there must be a remuneration.
Next, it is a bunch of mobile phone numbers from Han.
The printer was still ringing; Wu Lun was also looking at it casually, watching his hand suddenly shake, almost throwing the ice cream in his hand. "I rely on it," she said, and she sweared a swearword. "Where is this? How? How is this... Is he really your uncle?"
"Uncle is still awkward, I also forgot, what is the relationship, anyway, it is not true." Lin Sanjiu whispered. The fat boss of the print shop is sitting at another table behind him and playing games. The two ears can't wait to turn over and listen to them.
"Too, it's too scary," Wu Lun said, crying and sullen, and began to pick it up again: "Although it seems that there is no **** mouth, but how..."
Actually dare to "look carefully", it seems that not the real person is present, the chill effect is not good. Can this also attract attention?
Lin Sanjiu sighed and picked up the first hit and found the notice, and shook his eyes to the boss: "Do you think this is right?"
The boss wife jumped into a fat flesh, subconsciously pushed the chair back two steps back, and then squinted and looked at it for a while.
"Wow," she exclaimed in a whisper. "There is a kind of... what is it, oh, the beauty of the Goth."
Fine.
Lin Sanjiu held back his stomach and silently collected the hitter and asked him: "How many sheets can I print for one hundred dollars in this black and white?"
"We usually have a piece of money," the boss replied.
Lin Sanjiu was separated for a long time, and once again felt that the ability of Mike Duck was hot in her body.
The proprietress continued to say: "You play more, I will give you a discount, fifty cents."
... If Mike Duck knows that he is the richest man, he can only get a piece of hair here, and he may be unhappy.
After the two people took two hundred people to leave the print shop, according to Wu Lun's suggestion, they posted small advertisements on every bus stop and telephone pole along the bus line. From the perspective of the evolutionist, Lin Sanjiu also posted some outside the supermarket, sporting goods store, pharmacy and hardware store – each store gave a hundred dollars as a tip for allowing posting. It is quite a lot to post a few hundred a day; but it is still too slow, especially when Wu Lun has to go all the way to rest and buy snacks. It is a bit of a delay.
"I have walked with you at least 20,000 steps today," she didn't feel slow at all, but also invited: "The feet hurt, can you not ask me to press a motorcycle at night?"
When Lin Sanjiu was about to respond, he suddenly heard the phone ringing in Han's cell phone, and his heartbeat was a few quick shots.
So soon someone saw the advertisement?
She hurriedly took out her cell phone and couldn't help it. Coming in is a text message, sent from a strange number, the content is only a short sentence - "hus, where are you?"
Chapter end
Report
|
Donate
Oh o, this user has not set a donation button.
|