Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 11: Modern World [Complete]

1323: Missing Person Flyer

When Wu Lun's gaze fell on Lin Sanjiu, she opened her mouth as if to say something. However, after the two entered the room, she remained silent and closed her mouth.

"You're here," she whispered, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. "Who is he?"

"He's a posthuman I just met," Lin Sanjiu briefly introduced him as she approached the bed. She lowered her voice and asked, "What happened with the accident? Are you injured?"

"I have a concussion, the doctor said," Wu Lun said weakly. "My body is fine, just some bruises... A car hit us from behind while we were halfway in a taxi. I hit my head."

She seemed to have been through quite a bit. Without proper rest, her eyes were dark, with bruised circles underneath. Her voice was dry and hoarse, and even her expression seemed dazed. No wonder Lin Sanjiu was startled when she saw her just now.

"They said I passed out for a while... When I woke up, I forgot about us posting advertisements," Wu Lun said.

"Isn't that serious?"

Wu Lun seemed to want to nod but restrained herself, considering her condition. Her slightly swollen pale face, buried in the black hair on the pillow, seemed as if it would fade away with another sigh. "The doctor said it's normal," she said weakly as if reciting lines. "I remembered it slowly in the evening and then remembered to ask the night nurse for a phone... I didn't expect you to come right after you answered the call."

Following her gaze, Lin Sanjiu saw Wu Lun's phone still charging on the cabinet beside the bed, plugged into a charger that was probably borrowed.

"It's good that you're okay," Lin Sanjiu recalled her worry. "I searched for you all the way home, couldn't find you, and I was worried you might have been kidnapped."

Feeling uncomfortable, Wu Lun only moved her mouth slightly as if smiling. Her gaze circled around He Huan, a bit wary, and she whispered, "Did you... find each other through that missing person flyer? Is he r-really another posthuman?"

She still seemed to find it hard to believe that Lin Sanjiu was a posthuman and not mentally ill.

"Yes," Lin Sanjiu replied. "He won't harm you, don't worry."

He Huan didn't seem like the kind of posthuman who would harm people casually, which was quite a relief to her. She was prepared to deal with all sorts of unpleasant characters, but having He Huan as the first person to join them was unexpectedly reassuring.

"What are you going to do next?" Wu Lun asked softly.

Lin Sanjiu had already discussed this question with He Huan on her way here. As she inferred, since posthumans were being teleported to this world, it indicated that it was part of the doomsday world system. Essentially, it should be possible to communicate messages with other doomsday worlds.

What they needed to do was to find loopholes in this airtight world, and to achieve this, they needed more manpower and information.

"We'll continue spreading advertisements to find more posthumans for now," she said, tucking Wu Lun into bed, and glanced at the time on her phone. It was already 4:15 AM on June 10th. Wu Lun had mentioned earlier that she could be discharged by 10 AM today. Although she should rest for another day or two, she insisted on leaving the hospital early because she couldn't afford the cost of staying another day.

For Lin Sanjiu, a posthuman who had a thousand banknotes with the same serial number, there was nothing she could do about it.

"Don't worry about these things. You can sleep for another six hours now, and I'll come to pick you up then," she said, smiling at Wu Lun. "I won't mess around. Your world will definitely hold on until you're discharged."