Yi Cha and Ke Qier walked out of the consulting room one after another, poking at the corner by the door, waiting for them like brooms.
The receptionist assigned to each door seems to be responsible for the entire process of the guests, and should finally send them out of the door.
"Do you have a chip upgrade service here?" Yi Cha looked around and said to her. "Take us to see it."
He didn't know whether Amplitude 300 would finally muster up the courage to come into the terminal office.
If he were to come, he would probably go to the place where the chip was upgraded and ask about the situation without knowing anything. On the other hand, since they can't see the lawyer at the end, there is a slight possibility that Bainiao Erxing will go there to ask about the situation - after all, the chip is closely related to their bad fate.
"You know about chips?"
Zong glanced at them blankly and shook his head. "Only local guests are allowed in there."
It seems they will have to pray for themselves for a while.
"Okay. It seems that we have been classified forever from the moment we entered the door. I hope we are the bad one." There is no point in fighting this kind of rules, so Yi Cha feels that it is better to ridicule.
Almost without pausing, he asked, "In such a large terminal office, is there a room where local guests and foreign guests can stay together quietly?"
There really is.
After a long introduction, it turns out that there is indeed a business that is equally open to all living things.
Not long after, under the guidance of the receptionist, Yi Cha and Ke Qier sat comfortably in a spacious waiting room filled with soft pink armchairs.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Two seconds after he settled down, the angel said to him again.
They sat in the empty last two rows, one behind the other, and could run away or gossip at any time.
There were about twenty-five structures of various shapes and five other creatures in the room, all crowded at the front of the pile of seats, waiting for what was about to happen in a long and thin passage ahead.
The temperature here is higher than other places. It's rare to find a place that can be called "comfortable".
"We can only let him come to us." Yi Cha said. He casually looked at a lavender sign hanging above the passage across the room.
Written on it in dark yellow ink were ugly centipede-like characters that read "No residue, self-destruct center."
There are a few lines of small words posted below, which I don't know if they are advertising slogans or process notifications. "No return, no reality, and a complete farewell to trouble! Never come back again."
"Looking for us..." Ke Qier was at a loss for a while, and he didn't react at the time when he should have suddenly realized what he was saying.
Angels are slower to think about such things. "You mean you did it on purpose..."
"Hope it's useful."
Icha rested his chin lazily on the back of the chair in front of him. "If the lawyer at the end really likes to peek at his clients to check their bodies, or has any special interest in us - he must have heard what I said. Do you think my question just now is attractive enough?"
"Attraction..." Ke Qier thought for a moment and shook his head honestly. "Like a taunt."
"That's right." Icha said.
"Uh. Huh?"
"Since we can't go to see him, let him come to us."
"You...are trying to provoke him?"
Ke Qi paused and understood. "But what if he gets upset...you're already sure?"
"No." Yi Cha laughed twice. "of course not."
There was a "pop" sound from the far end.
Then there was the whirring exhaust sound. It seemed that a door at the end of the far passage in the Wushu Self-Destruct Center was opened, and something was being discharged out. There was also a hissing sound, like the background sound of repeated power outages and reconnections. Icha was familiar with this, the sound of the void.
Empty voice.
Ta-ta. Ta-ta.
After a while, a receptionist with clip-on bunny ears walked out gracefully and called out to the team.
The team in front squeezed forward.
Originally, the first person in line was a pale geometric structure that looked like a piece of paper. At this moment, he simply jumped up, with excitement that his thin face could hardly support. He turned around and was about to walk into the passage with the receptionist. Walk.
The receptionist held him down - it was so easy - and looked down at the form in her hand. Then he waved gracefully, and four five-large and three-thick law structures quickly emerged from the passage - their hands were in the shape of four staggered pliers.
The receptionist said something coldly to the geometric structure, and the legal structure stood twice to block his passage.
After a while, they started arguing. The geometric structure argued for a while, becoming more and more anxious as he spoke.
The waiting team behind them became impatient and complained.
Finally, it seemed that the geometric structure couldn't bear it any longer, so he pushed the receptionist away and rushed into the passage.
Of course, this behavior was a huge failure.
The five large and three thick legal structures grabbed the geometric structure that was as fragile as scraps of paper and had not taken two steps, raised it up, and turned around to carry it outside.
The geometric structure just screamed briefly, and then let out a small, wind-like sob.
"What's wrong with him?" Ke Qier asked as he watched the whole process.
The geometric structure was quickly taken outside the room, and the receptionist called the next person in line. Only the miserable atmosphere lingered like a bad perfume.
"I want to die but can't," Yi Cha said.
If it had been his fellow demon, maybe he would have given him a helping hand and helped him die. In fact, it doesn't matter whether they are compatriots or not, it just depends on whether it goes smoothly or not.
"This is a heinous crime!" Ke Qier was shocked. Suicide is an unforgivable sin for an angel.
He looked around as if he had just woken up from a dream, and soon his nose and eyebrows were all twisted together. "This place turns out to be...is..." He thought for a long time.
"No slag self-destruction center."
Yi Cha stretched out a hand and pointed to the sign next to the passage and the receptionist standing aside. "I thought it was obvious. This is a place where you can destroy yourself painlessly and without side effects - it seems to be quite expensive."
"So he is...is..." Ke Qier turned his head and wanted to cast his sympathetic eyes on the structure just now, but he no longer knew where he was thrown.
"He couldn't afford it."
Icha had just heard the gist of their argument. "I found it very difficult to survive in this place without money."
Ke Qier was stunned for a while.
"Then let's just go make money, right? The Building of No Solution." He said wiltingly, grabbing the back of the chair with both hands.
"That's for sure." Yi Cha nodded. "It just has to wait a little longer."
The clip girl receptionist in the distance glanced at them vaguely.
"What are you waiting for?" Ke Qier thought for a while and then came to his senses. "You plan to wait here for the lawyer to come to us..."
"This is one of those things," Icha said.
