"Operator, hello. If you are hearing this broadcast, it means the erosion has already begun, and we have started to be forgotten by the world."
"If the erosion goes too deep and c...
When Sheen returned to the car, Belle crawled back into the back seat and pretended to be dead again—without making a sound. As she drove toward the gas station, she thought to herself, "This bastard is quite a figure in Eoubs. If possible... never mind, selling him is too absurd. If He Yu finds out, I'll probably get a lot of flak."
The gas station was similar to a supermarket, with hardly anyone around, which highlighted how strictly Sunset Hill controlled these point-based resources. The large station had only one employee, wearing a blue uniform and a vest, idly staring at a magazine.
Sheen glanced at it; the title was something like "The Transplantation Project for Outsiders," clearly discussing people like her who were "just passing through."
"Excuse me, can I interrupt?" She stopped the car and asked the employee, "What's the price for a full 95-liter tank?"
The other person glanced at her, their face full of doubt, as if wondering why anyone would ask such a question.
"804 nightmares".
Sheen immediately considered murder and robbery. Staring at the other person, he thought, "This really is a place that will get you killed. That bastard Bell was right, the gas prices are outrageously high! Does this thing not distinguish between virtual and real?" The psychotropic drugs he'd seen in the supermarket before were nothing more than a nightmare. Dude, you're just going to rip people off?
Seeing her reaction, the other person shrugged and continued reading the magazine, giving her a disdainful look that said, "You have no money, yet you're trying to take advantage of your mother?"
Sheen was extremely displeased.
So tired, so tired