Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 11: Modern World [Complete]

1310: Gangster Lin Sanjiu

"What's wrong?" Wu Lun was startled by Lin Sanjiu's reaction and quickly stepped back two steps, probably thinking that the mentally ill person was finally going crazy. She asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you suddenly... Do you recognize this place?"

Even though she knew she was attracting the attention of passersby, Lin Sanjiu still took quite some time to finally steady her emotions—her gaze still couldn't move away.

Indeed, it was the [Pygmalion Choker], identical in texture, color, and shape to the one under her neck bandage. If there were any differences, the choker in the photo seemed dull, dimly lacking in luster, as if its color had been worn away over a long period.

She furrowed her brow, unable to figure out what was going on.

The protagonist in the promotional photo had only one [Pygmalion Choker]. Besides that, there was only a small line of text in the lower right corner, saying 'International Touring Exhibition Area, Collection of Mrs. Catherine Kennedy.'

Lin Sanjiu vigorously wiped her face, feeling that she should be calm enough now. Then, she pointed at it and asked Wu Lun in a low voice, "I'm fine... What's that?"

"How would I know? It seems to be some kind of jewelry, right?" Wu Lun examined the photo for a while, suggesting to her, "Let's go inside and see, won't we find out? Hmm, there's a cultural and artifact exhibition these days... Turns out there's also jewelry. It's really beautiful, isn't it?"

If this is considered beautiful, Wu Lun should see what the [Pygmalion Choker] looked like in its prime.

Why did she use the term 'in its prime'?

With a heart full of doubt, Lin Sanjiu followed Wu Lun toward the entrance of the museum, still suspecting that she was hallucinating. Could it be that the [Pygmalion Choker] was originally just a beautiful piece of jewelry in ordinary society and underwent a change only after doomsday? Like humans?

After thinking it over, this explanation seemed the most reasonable.

When she came to her senses, she realized that Wu Lun had already asked her the same question twice.

"You don't have money, right?" The beauty advisor knew the answer but still couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of hope as she took out a twenty-dollar bill to show her. "Do you have this thing? Even if it's just one or two."

"I don't have even half of one. What's the matter?"

"We need to buy tickets," Wu Lun said with a disappointed expression. She hesitated for a moment, as if reluctant to take out her wallet. Perhaps in a spirit of 'since we're already here,' she sighed and turned to the ticket window, saying, "Two adult tickets, please... Uh, can't mentally ill people get a discount?"

The beauty advisor's expression showed she felt the pinch even as she handed over a few bills and received the tickets. Lin Sanjiu could almost feel her pain just by looking at her.

"I can give you something else to repay you."

As they climbed the stairs and approached the entrance, Lin Sanjiu, with the spirit of repaying kindness with even greater kindness, said, "I have some dry food and canned food here, a few knives. Hey, why do I also have something that can emit small explosive waves—"

"I beg you not to say anything more." Wu Lun hurriedly pulled her, saying, "We're about to go through security. Can you not get me arrested."

Even though she had lived in modern society for over twenty years, now, for the first time outside of an airport, she saw such tightly guarded security measures. The museum-goers seemed accustomed to it, however, naturally forming a queue at the security checkpoint, placing various bags on the conveyor belt, and casually passing through the metal detector gate. Wu Lun also placed her bag on it and walked through the detector gate—Lin Sanjiu was just about to follow, but the detector gate beeped.