MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2170 Lin Sanjiu, Lin Sanjiu, spit sister head, spit

Chapter 2170 Lin Sanjiu, Lin Sanjiu, Tu Mei's head, Tu Ma's head

The mother was stunned.

"How come it's too high again?" Her voice was full of sleep-deprived anger, as if the air was being torn apart by a hoarseness, which attracted a lot of attention. "Didn't he just drain the doomsday energy in his body the day before yesterday? When he tested it yesterday, his energy level was still normal. How could his doomsday energy be too high in just one day's work?"

"It's taller," the operator said with a straight face, "you don't even know what's going on with the child, how would I know?"

"I can't take him out for a walk!" The young mother blushed. "We've been on the farm—"

"Children have poor resistance and are easily invaded by doomsday energy. It's also common. Didn't I tell you all over and over again?" No more smoking? The inspection cup is impossible to make mistakes. If you don’t smoke, you are responsible for yourself, and don’t delay the next person.”

The young mother paused, because of the words "responsible for herself", her face was a lot ugly. After a few seconds, she put the child down again and said, "Can you pump out the energy of the doomsday a little more this time, how can he bear the repeated blood draws like this..."

"Do I still need you to teach me in my work," the operator taught her, "You see that we can't do it, you can do it yourself?"

The mother stopped talking.

The silver needle shone with a cold light, and was inserted into the baby's arm suddenly. Lin Sanjiu looked at it after a few steps, and felt that the needle was pierced much harder than the others—the baby was screaming and crying. Inside, the operator drew a syringe full of blood.

"He's still so young..." The young mother seemed very distressed and quickly opened a Band-Aid.

Elder Sister She took a step forward, stood beside Lin Sanjiu, and comforted the mother: "We will all have nutritious meals to supplement our bodies. Don't be afraid. Besides, these are all verified and will not affect our health."

Hearing the words "nutritious meal", the mother's face finally brightened a little; she didn't thank the eldest sister, she took the two cards on the table, turned her head and left.

"Hey, you've finished watching it," the operator in front of Lin Sanjiu called out to her, and only then did she call back her god. In fact, the operator himself was watching the fun just now, and he also helped a few words; with this episode, she realized the omission just now and asked, "Where's your card?"

"I'm new here," Lin Sanjiu handed over the blank card, and said according to what the eldest sister of Shepherd taught me just now, "This is a new personal card issued to me, please create a file."

The operator sighed heavily, his face drooping down, his eyelids drooping, he snatched her card and picked up a pen.

"Name," she asked without raising her eyelids.

"Lin...Lin Daqiang," Lin Sanjiu couldn't remember any other names for a while. The more she didn't want to use the name, the more empty her mind became.

"Ah?" The operator raised his head and looked her up and down. "what?"

Before Lin Sanjiu could repeat it, the eldest sister at the side pulled her hard.

"She's just here, she doesn't understand anything yet, so don't take it offense." The eldest sister smiled and said to the operator, "I am her chief, and she came in as a substitute. Her name is Bing539."

The words "three nines" entered her ears, almost making Lin Sanjiu think she was exposed, and her heart almost jumped; she paused, then remembered that there were two words in front of her—what kind of name is this?

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the elder sister She, and before she could ask, the operator had already written down her new name and asked, "Age?"

She herself was a little confused about her age. After thinking about it, she simply replied according to her apparent age, "Twenty-five."

The operator nodded, inserted the written card into a machine that looked like a magnifying glass next to him, and said to himself, "It's not easy to find someone of such a suitable age outside now."

How is it appropriate to be twenty-five? What's with that name?

Lin Sanjiu also knew that her question to the operator would probably lead to no results. Besides, she didn't dare to ask about everything, for fear of being suspicious. Fortunately, the elder sister seemed to be someone who would feel uncomfortable if she didn't speak, and she was whispering and asked, "You, the initial introduction, didn't listen to you at all? ?"

Lin Sanjiu faltered a few words, but couldn't really provide a good explanation.

"Hands out," the operator ordered.

When the operator wiped a cool piece of iodine on her arm, the eldest sister of She continued: "The name outside, at most, is called privately when you first came in, to help you transition. When you get used to farm life , Gradually, it is time to start to realize that the name officially given to you represents your new life. Not only is your official name written on your personal card, but you must also use your official name to receive newcomers in the future. This name It's an honor, it means that you are part of the group and belong to this big family."

Lin Sanjiu watched the silver needle gradually sink into his skin, and it took a lot of effort to hold back and not break it.

How did the dormitory know her "official name"? She just picked the first one in the crowd to respond to her, how could it be so coincidental that there is a name waiting for her?

"Bing539," she nodded and said obediently, "I remember it now."

"You have a good attitude," the elder sister She praised her, and unexpectedly, she told her the answer that Lin Sanjiu wanted but couldn't get: "The last 'Bing539', I didn't like to use it very much. The number is used as a name, and she said that her name outside is very good, and she will correct the person who calls her official name whenever she has the opportunity..."

Lin Sanjiu's heart tightened.

The "official name" here is the number? No wonder she knows her name, it seems to be a person with a serial number. If C represents the classification, then "539" is her number?

If this is the case... Ding Liuyi, could it be that it is not his own name, he is only the 61st of D class?

This underground farm has something to do with the pig-type degenerate?

But after coming in for so long, looking around, she has never seen a pig, let alone heard of it - not mentioned on the screen, not by the head of the house.

When Lin Sanjiu thought of this, he wondered if there was a clue on his face, and asked the elder sister to watch it, but a misunderstanding came up: "Don't you want to call the number?"

"No, no, no," she said, watching as the operator squeezed a small tube of blood that had just been drawn out of her body into the silver-white long cup beside her.

"Wait, you said just now that the last name 'Bing539' was very nice outside?" She suddenly had an idea and hurriedly asked, "Do you remember what her name was outside? curious."

Her [No Coincidence Fails to Make a Book] is not open, but I'm not sure, the last one is Feng Huanyan?

"Cough, what's there to be curious about," Sister Shel looked away, seemingly reluctant to repeat the name outside. "It's all things that will eventually be abandoned... I'm Bing535, you just need to remember this. Our names outside basically represent a tragic and confused history of believing a thief as a father, and I don't want people to know it yet. "

She didn't want to say it, but Lin Sanjiu had to ask. "I have a friend who came a step ahead of me. Her name is very nice. I want to see if she is someone I know."

"Then it's better if you don't ask," She eldest sister calmed down, only said a few words, then took a half step back, stood on Lin Sanjiu's shoulder, and cut off the conversation.

In order not to be too hasty and backfire, Lin Sanjiu stopped asking questions for the time being, but the other party's voice kept echoing in his mind.

It's better if you don't ask... Then the ending of the last Bing539 is probably not good.

"It's weird, why is your blood test so slow?" the operator grumbled, pulling her attention back.

Lin Sanjiu looked down and found that it had been half a minute, the color on the long cup had not yet shown, and his heart sank.

Now that she's closer and takes a closer look, she realizes that these silver-white long cups are not complete artifacts, nor are they completely special items, but they remind her of the humanoid license on the spaceship: a mixture of special items. After the characteristic, it is artificially manufactured.

Could it be that the doomsday energy in her body is too high—

"Oh, it's out," the operator said suddenly, his eyes glued to the long cup. "What's the matter?... You don't have any doomsday energy in your body, which is really rare."

In fact, I have changed a lot in the past few years. At best, I understand my limitations. At worst, it is learned helplessness. The specific manifestation is that no matter what happens, the words I can't help but say are becoming less and less. . What's the use of talking, it's good to have this time to read a book and amuse the cat.

As for what other people think of what I wrote, this is under the jurisdiction of Hamlet. As long as you don't come to my police, I can't control it. Sometimes things are like this. The more you are not allowed to say something, the more you think about it. In the end, everything you see is like an expression of it, a hint. I can understand this very well, and I don’t think it’s anyone’s fault. Everyone is living in desperation.