Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

"If you ask me, this painting was drawn by Yuanzi, but it's a bit unreasonable to ask her."

"Agreed, we have to ask her how she feels."

"It makes sense, I agree."

The value of the manuscript is very high, everyone is a lover of painting, how can we not respect the opinions of the original owner of the painting.

After a while, several painters knocked on the door of Yuanzi's team office.

Captain Luo heard the knock on the door and reluctantly hid the waste paper.

The other team members also put away the ball of waste paper, this thing cannot be seen by outsiders.

Except for Yuanzi who was not interested in the waste paper, the other team members wanted to study the mysterious power contained in it.

"Please come in." Captain Luo straightened his clothes and coughed.

Several old experts walked in, greeted Captain Luo and Yuanzi with smiles, and walked over with the painting "Jumping Window".

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with my painting?" Yuanzi stood up and took her own painting.

Just looking at it, the fluffy black spider girl jumped out of the scroll, making her heart skip a beat.

Fortunately, it was just an illusion, Mariko blinked and it disappeared.

"Miss Yuanzi, we want to take this painting home for collection, so I would like to ask you for a price. We want to buy it." The painters rubbed their hands together.

"But electronic money can only be used to rent books, how do you buy them?" Yuanzi put his painting on the table, looking at it with relish.

Only then did Yuanzi realize that he had drawn too much.

The expressiveness revealed through the back of the paper has had a huge impact.

No, several professionals couldn't move their legs when they saw it, and fell in love with Yuanzi's paintings completely.

Mariko doesn't mind selling her paintings to others, but in this era of planned economy, what value can her paintings sell for?

For electronic money, you can only rent books, Yuanzi's own points are enough for her own use.

Currency can also buy official-specific goods, namely furniture items such as beds, wardrobes, hangers, and tables.

But to buy this kind of thing, you need a shopping ticket for a specific item, otherwise you can't buy it with just electronic money.

Yuanzi couldn't think of anything valuable that the other party could offer in exchange, and the other party was also silently thinking about what kind of things the female high school students who just graduated would like.

"My family has a quartz watch with a hollowed-out dial produced before the nuclear war. It looks great. Wearing it will definitely improve your appearance." A painter reluctantly gave up his love and showed his watch.

Hearing this, Mariko remembered.

Although it is a planned economy, everyone also brought in some goods from other places before entering the shelter.

It was this flow of goods into the refuge that caused the barter boom in the resident market.

This commemorative item is undoubtedly a treasure in this world, and can be used to commemorate the past years.

"So this painting is so important to you." Yuanzi murmured.

A pre-nuclear watch that means a lot and can be kept as a family heirloom.

Just imagine decades later, the old painter said to the younger generation: "Look, this is an antique from the old days!"

This is the meaning of the old painter's collection of it, and it is also one of the core value of the watch.

"Watches are important, but in my heart, they are less than one ten-thousandth of "Jumping Window"." The artist shook his head.

Yuanzi was in awe when he heard this.

This is a real painter, worthy of admiration.

Mariko is just a painter who relies on cheating, and there is still a gap between him and a real master.

At this time, another painter hastily took out a warm jade from his chest.

Jade shone under the light, crystal clear and bright green.

The beautiful texture even fascinated the female colleague sitting next to him, and wanted to pick it up as jewelry.

"This jade was worth [-] million before the nuclear war, but now it's the refuge period. It has a price but no market. It's worth at least [-] billion or more."

"Master Yuanzi, please give it to me. I will protect this painting all my life and treat it as a family heirloom!" the jade painter said sincerely.

When Yuanzi heard this, he felt so good, he dared to say a billion dollars.

The male team members in the room looked eagerly, seeing Yuanzi's delay in making a statement, they really wanted to hold Yuanzi's head and agree to this deal for her.

The third painter has a strong ability to observe words and colors, and he can see that Yuanzi is not very interested in these physical objects.

He immediately knew that Yuanzi didn't like these things, and the things she liked might be relatively imaginary things.

"I don't have as many precious treasures as them, but I have a lot of contacts. I can talk to the Chief Sheriff of Black Gloves and the director of the laboratory. If you want to apply for a high position, I can help you."

The old man patted his chest, speaking with confidence.

Yuanzi's eyes lit up, she loved hearing those words.

However, she still listened to other people's trading conditions before making a decision.

The rest of the people are also trading items, Mariko has little desire for items.

Yuanzi will be able to return to modern times in ninety days. If you want to buy those things, you can just buy them with money, and you don't need to worry about not being able to buy them.

Things worth over [-] million in their eyes are not worth mentioning in Yuanzi's eyes, even if Yuanzi can't afford them for the time being.

The invisible and intangible, but very useful thing of contacts, attracted Yuanzi's attention.

Yuanzi left the well-connected old man behind and asked, "Can you get the inhibitor?"

The old man knows the director of the laboratory, so maybe he has a way to get a medicine.

"I can ask about that."

The old man heard that the bureau had developed a medicine to suppress tattoos. This thing is a new thing in the bureau. He didn't know if he could get it, and he didn't know for sure.

"If you can, help me operate it, from a trainee to a full-time employee... Forget it, I don't bother you, I am doing well as a trainee now." Yuanzi waved his hand after thinking about it.

The old man left with a promise, and Mariko continued to work, waiting for the results of DNA and portrait retrieval.

When it was time to get off work, the result had not yet come out, but the old man brought back the news of success.

"Get three inhibitors for you, this is already the limit of what I can do." The old man apologized.

Compared with those painters who have treasures, the resistance that the old man took out is not worth one billion.

However, in Yuanzi's eyes, the value of the three inhibitors was comparable to one billion.

"Thank you." Mariko thanked and handed him the painting.

"You don't need to thank me, I will accept the painting, and I will keep it safe."

"By the way, we don't have the conditions for cryopreservation. The best period of use for inhibitors at room temperature is within three days."

"If you don't use it for three days at room temperature, its potency will gradually decrease, and it will drop to a very weak effect within a month." The old man reminded.

In the shelter, since there is no need to cook, there are no household appliances such as refrigerators that consume electricity continuously.

Besides, the power is routinely cut off at night, and the refrigerator cannot maintain the sub-zero temperature. The night will definitely melt and become useless.

Mariko nodded, put the inhibitor into his suit pocket, and covered it tightly, as if covering his heart.

Chapter 84 What is the deepest desire

"Is this the legendary inhibitor?"

The squad leader put down his book, looked at the inhibitor Yuanzi brought, and felt a touch of emotion in his heart.

Inhibitors belong to the internal trial items of members of the Black Gloves, and this is not news that can be revealed indiscriminately.

Although this news would leak out from some people sooner or later, the squad leader did not hear the news of the inhibitor for the time being during the meal.

The inhibitor Mariko brought over was three glass test tubes. The liquid in the test tubes was crystal clear and shiny, the upper half layer was aqua blue, the lower half layer was purple blue, and the middle was a gradient of two colors, as beautiful as a drink.

"Squad leader, drink a bottle first and see if it can fade your tattoo."

The class leader was a little bit reluctant, this kind of reading ability really appealed to her, and she didn't want to lose it.

But in the past few days, she knew from Mariko that the power of tattoos will eventually lead people to lose their minds.

In order not to worry Mariko, the squad leader had to drink the bottle of inhibitor.

Mariko has not disclosed the "dementia" to the authorities so far, and this news is probably a secret of the cutting-edge biological laboratory.

If the news leaked, it would only be considered that there was an inner ghost in the laboratory, and it would cause greater panic and aggravate tattoo infections among the people.

This is not good for Yuanzi and the entire refuge, but it may catch Yuanzi and ask who the ghost is.

As a person who knows the secret of dementia, the squad leader is a little happy to share a secret with Yuanzi that no one else knows.

"Can I wait a few days before drinking, I feel that I can control my desire." The squad leader said, "Besides, I didn't have any strange reactions."

"The shelf life is three days, and the potency of the medicine will decrease after that, so it's better to drink it now." Yuanzi shook his head.

Without a refrigerator, the efficacy of this thing will decrease when stored at room temperature.

"I drank it down."

"Drink, I'll watch you drink." Mariko sat opposite the monitor, staring closely at the monitor's face.

The squad leader unsealed the bottle, he didn't know if it was hard or not, but the beauty was really beautiful.

Close your eyes, raise your head and take a sip, pouring everything down your throat.

Gollum.

The potion all went down the throat and flowed into the stomach.

"How?" Mariko asked urgently.

"It feels warm in my stomach." The squad leader smacked his mouth, still wanting more.

Before I felt anything, I drank it into my mouth, a little illusory.

"What about the taste?"

The squad leader shook his head: "There is no taste."

In short, the potion was drunk.

No effect can be seen in the short term. The two stared at the tattoo on the right arm, but the tattoo on the right arm remained unchanged.

After returning from dinner, the two looked at the tattoo again, but the tattoo remained unchanged.

"Speaking of which, the name of the potion is an inhibitor, and its effect is inhibition. It should not degenerate." The squad leader silently analyzed.

Yuanzi's mind is not very bright, and after hearing the monitor's analysis, she agreed with her statement.

No effect could be seen in the short term, so the monitor continued to brush books.

In the afternoon, the monitor had finished brushing all the books in the room, and her photographic memory made her desire to read more books.

The library is a good place, there is a rich collection of books, the monitor wants to go to the library to read.

Yuanzi heard this idea, and complained: "Did the inhibitor really work? Why does it feel like the desire is not suppressed at all."

"Because I have always liked reading, it's a hobby from my heart." The class monitor was not surprised.

The class leader believes that her thoughts are not controlled by tattoos. She really loves to read, and it is not because she has tattoos that she becomes more fond of reading.

Before she had any tattoos, she was a girl who loved to read books.

After Yuanzi heard the difference, she thought it was true.

The squad leader's desire to activate is different from the type Mariko saw. Others activate the invisible desire hidden in their hearts, but the squad leader activates the biggest desire on the surface.

Then the problem is coming.

What is the desire hidden deep in my heart?

Mariko accompanied the class monitor to the library, thinking about this question all the way.

On the road at night, street lamps dimly emit light, illuminating the foggy streets.

People on the streets were obviously wearing clothes, but walking in the fog, they seemed to be wearing black clothes, their shapes were blurred, and it was difficult to identify whether they were men or women.

Mariko stayed in the shelter for a long time, and couldn't tell the difference between night and day. The lights inside the shelter were basically at a constant brightness, and the height would not be changed deliberately.

To know the difference between day and night, Vault citizens have to look at the time.