MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2115 try moving it

No, Lin Sanjiu turned around again, she just wanted to make a 360-degree view around her body—there wasn't anywhere, she had already found here according to the image of the stall on the screen just now, but where is it nearby? There is no shadow of the King of Li.

Surrounded by the surging heads of people, everyone was a stranger; she knew no one, and no one knew her, and the eyes of others swept past her, and they returned to the stranger.

Strange, is she wrong?

Thinking about it carefully, the only contact she had with Li Zhijun was very short, and it was so many years ago. Now when she was asked to describe the appearance of Li Zhijun, all that came to her mind was an oval fuzzy flesh color. .

Under such circumstances, it was normal for Lin Sanjiu to read it wrong.

"Besides, you're not really friends, you've only met once," Teacher Yi reminded mercilessly. "It's him or not. What is he going to do? What's your business? It's important to do business quickly."

"In case Kurosawa Ji also..."

"Kurozawaji himself said that he hasn't found his friend for many years." Teacher Yi replied immediately.

After all, he was the one who helped him back then. if not

Before Lin Sanjiu could sigh in his stomach, he heard a greeting from behind: "Girl, are you standing here to buy something?"

When she turned her head, she met the stall owner's smiling eyes. The so-called "harmony makes money", although he didn't like Lin Sanjiu standing in front of the stall looking around to block his business, but he was very thoughtful and enthusiastic: "Come on, you're welcome, I brought a lot of new products this time, do you want to see it? Take a look? You can also try a piece."

Lin Sanjiu lowered his eyes subconsciously, swept around the booth, and found nothing that looked like food.

The security measures of Heishiji seem to be in place, and the sellers have put their things on the table with confidence and boldness. Some people even put them in a transparent box, and some people don't use anything; Five ceramic utensils, the center is a cake tray, the tray is only a pile of broken porcelain broken tiles.

"Come on, you can taste it," the stall owner picked up a piece of broken porcelain with his fingers and sent it to Lin Sanjiu's face, "but you have to be careful, don't cut your mouth... Are your teeth okay? No? Broken your teeth?"

Why would people try to eat shards of porcelain?

"No," Lin Sanjiu quickly waved his hand and declined, "I just want to ask, I don't have a stall, but if I want to sell things for money, what should I do here?"

The stall owner threw the tiles back on the cake tray, making a "dang" sound. Even if that thing wasn't a real piece of porcelain, it was definitely much harder than a normal piece of porcelain.

"My stall is D4," the stall owner replied quite in detail: "Follow this direction, go to D1, go all the way to the end, and you will find a circular open space in the center of the 'bowl'. Personal trading system, you can go there."

The entire black stone is assembled in a "bowl" sunken between the valleys, but the bottom is flat; I don't know how many roads radiate out from the center to cover the entire "flat bowl". When going down the red pine forest ramp, it happens to be between the two lanes AB. If Lin Sanjiu remembers correctly, the last stall on both lanes is 20.

"Thank you," Lin Sanjiu was about to turn his head to leave, but couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want people to eat porcelain?"

The stall owner smiled complacently. "Have you ever heard of chicken eating pebbles? It's the same thing, it helps with digestion."

Well, it is better not to say it, it will cause more problems.

Although Lin Sanjiu was curious, he was able to distinguish the importance of it, and knew what to do now that mattered. If there was Yuan Xiangxi or Bohemia by her side at this time, she probably wouldn’t be able to just walk away—but she didn’t expect that she just took a step, but she couldn’t just walk away; When the first step landed, the stall owner spoke again.

"Come on, come to my side," he suddenly changed his tone for some unknown reason, almost like a pleading, and muttered from behind, "Please come here... Come here."

Lin Sanjiu's hair stood up; when he hurriedly turned his head, he found that there was still only one person in front of the broken porcelain stall who had not had time to go far. The stall owner looked straight at her. It was said to the second person.

"What did you say?" she asked suspiciously. "Where do you want me to go?"

Unexpectedly, the stall owner was stunned when he heard the words, and the look on his face was not only more suspicious than her, but also more dazed. "What did you say?" he asked in the same way, "I didn't want you to go anywhere."

"No, you told me just now that you wanted me to come over."

Although standing in the crowded and bustling market, Lin Sanjiu was quite sure that this time he was right, the stall owner was indeed speaking - even Teacher Yi confirmed her in his mind. Memory: What she heard was indeed the voice of the stall owner, and the source of the voice was where the stall owner was standing; it would not be someone else's voice that came over and confused.

"But I really didn't say anything, what's the benefit of me lying to you?" The stall owner looked at Lin Sanjiu up and down, and his suspicion grew, "You...you just stood here and looked around, what were you looking at? what?"

"Me? I was looking for someone."

"Didn't find it?" The stall owner's face suddenly realized, as if he had come to a conclusion: "Do you think you saw someone? Then you think you heard me?"

Hearing this, he almost didn't say that Lin Sanjiu was mentally ill.

After leaving the D4 booth full of bewilderment, Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to relax for a while, and always kept one ear facing back to listen to the movement, but the booth owner really didn't make a sound and let her go. Far.

Weird is weird, but it doesn't affect what she should do; the stall owner's instructions are good, and she quickly finds the central part of the "flat bowl", where the "personal trading system" is located.

The so-called "personal trading system" is actually not as high-tech as Lin Sanjiu imagined. Perhaps it is because there are too many evolutionary people with trading needs, and the fish and dragons are mixed, and people dare not directly touch special items or precision machines, so the "personal trading system" is actually a tent with several registrars sitting under two rows. In the middle is a long red and blue two-color booth like a runway.

"If you have an item or service to sell, you go to the blue shed to register, the red shed is for people who want to buy."

A tall and sturdy man standing in line in front of the red shed, wondering if he was taboo against the power of Karma in this world, was also very detailed and patient when answering Lin Sanjiu. "Have you seen that booth? It's also divided into two strips by color, right? On the red side, there are buying information; on the blue side, there are sales information."

At this time, two rows of sparse signs had already been erected on the long booth. When Lin Sanjiu looked up, he happened to see two evolutionaries reaching out to a sign in the red area for purchase at the same time. Before they could touch each other, they were aware of the competitors around them, and their eyes were tightly locked together, as if a small dispute was about to break out.

"When you see the right one, take off the sign and go to the shed to tell. You should have the small sign when you parked the aircraft, right?" Seeing Lin Sanjiu taking out the small wooden sign, the tall and sturdy man nodded and said : "Whether you are publishing information or applying for information, you have to use this as collateral to guarantee the sincerity of a transaction. Otherwise, for example, what if someone cheated the owner out to rob them on the grounds of asking for a purchase?"

Lin Sanjiu never thought about this—no wonder the aircraft must be parked uniformly.

"That's fine," the tall and strong man thought for a while, "you have the money ready, and nothing else."

"Any money?" Lin Sanjiu widened his eyes.

"You need money for posting information, but you don't need money for applying for information." The tall and strong man saw her expression and reacted. He raised his chin toward the booth and said, "If you really don't have a penny, go and see first. Purchasing information is fine...how can you have an aircraft and no money?"

Lin Sanjiu really couldn't provide an answer to this.

Since you don't need money for the application, let's take a look first... Anyway, she made it to change the seller's product. If you happen to see someone begging to buy something she has, then there is really nothing that can't be sold; just like money, it's all outside the body.

As she thought about it, she walked briskly past the first two signs asking for humanoid items.

The first thing that caught her eye and made her very tempted was a brand that asked for "concentrated bad luck" - it seemed that anyone who felt unlucky could extract the bad luck, but it had to be packed in a sealed container. In the container, there should be no risk of leakage.

Lin Sanjiu was helpless, and continued to walk down with regret; when she passed a few more signs, she suddenly stopped.

Yes, she still has this on her body, she almost forgot - but it's something she can't sell!

"Buy [Life is a Play]," the sign reads.

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