The one-hour massage came to an end in the warm afternoon sun.
The gold medal masseuse helped Wen Shi up with her elephant trunk and offered him a cup of herbal tea: "I wish you a wonderful afternoon."
Wen Shi nodded reservedly, then stood up, twisted his neck, and sighed comfortably. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl in a white dress and a masked man standing at the door, their equally overly dark eyes staring straight at him.
Why are they here and why are they looking at me like that?
Wen Shi waved politely and prepared to go over and talk.
However, before he could take a step, Yu Xingzhou shook his head and turned away.
Deng Wenshi walked to the door in confusion, only to see the other person's back. "What's going on?"
Yu Xingzhou is a very rational person and would not come here for no reason.
The advantage of issuing travel cards is that the identity of the player or shadow is clear at a glance. For example, Wen Shi's card reads: Aaron 666; Shadow's is: Aaron 999. The travel agency distinguishes them by the train number they arrived on. The one who just arrived is Yu Xingzhou himself.
The girl was about to leave too, ready to continue distributing flyers.
Wen Shi stopped her and said, "Let's chat. What's the point of handing out flyers?"
The girl didn't want to pay attention.
Wen Shi took out a few banknotes from his pocket and said, "I'll hire you for an hour."
The girl looked at his full wallet and crumpled the flyer in her hand again. After seeing the wealthy man face to face, she suddenly felt that her struggle was meaningless.
...I really want to grab it.
Considering the advice of his beloved grandson, he forced himself to hold back.
While she was struggling, Wen Shi stood steadily on the stone pier outside the door, glanced at the busy traffic, and saw the movie theater sign hanging high in the distance.
"Tsk, there's a Royal Cinema. Let's go buy some movie tickets."
For the first time in her life, the girl experienced the evil of capital. She finally couldn't stand it anymore and silently threw the flyer into the trash can.
Wen Shi casually glanced at the title on the flyer: "The Most Beautiful Plastic Surgery Hospital, Grand Opening Promotion!" There was also a small plastic surgery clinic on the street across the street. As far as the eye could see, there were many small clinics on the bustling commercial street.
Seeing this, he smiled and said, "The plastic surgery industry in Sunset Town is really developed."
On the way to the cinema, Wen Shi bought two ice creams. The girl was about to throw them away, but Wen Shi caught her by surprise: "My grandma might not have eaten them yet."
It smelled fragrant and sweet. The original body had never eaten such sweet things. When she ate it, she achieved a spiritual victory. The girl bit off the tip of the ice cream in one bite.
Wen Shi sighed lightly. This was also the reason why he felt embarrassed to kill the girl. Every time he saw the girl and the boy standing together, a sentence automatically flashed through his mind: brainless and unhappy.
He coughed lightly, shaking off the thought of disrespect. After all, it was his grandmother's shadow. Wen Shi's expression became serious again: "Where is the scarecrow's shadow?"
"I don't know." The girl tried a new way of eating: chewing the ice cream.
Wen Shi looked at her and it didn't seem like she was deliberately being harsh on him, it seemed like she really didn't understand.
Girl: "That damn shadow didn't get off the train. It would be better if he died at the end of the world."
Hearing the anger in the words, Wen Shi used a leading question: "Did he hit you?"
The girl was silent. "It's not a fight."
She was suppressed before she could even make a move, but if she had a kitchen knife, she should be able to put up some resistance.
Wen Shi frowned slightly, understanding her micro-expression. It seemed that the scarecrow's shadow was very powerful.
This is a bit troublesome. The old lady may not be able to win the fight, but the old man is much smarter than the girl and will not rush in without any preparation.
The ice cream in Wen Shi's hand was almost melting. He took a bite with an expressionless face. Jian Qingrong definitely didn't have such a powerful shadow. It seemed that he had to ask him in detail where he got such a big eyeball from.
The two of them were thinking very differently. The girl was worried about the boy: "I wonder how my poor, darling grandson is doing now?"
Wen Shi opened his phone and the screen stopped at the webpage he had searched for previously about the Sunset Town Museum. There was nothing special about it, just one sentence: a treasure trove of evolutionary history.
Looking at the location of the museum, Wen Shi glanced at the time again, "The poor little guy should be here."
After saying this, he glanced at the girl and said, "For the sake of your dear grandson, let's make a rule."
When she heard the word "good grandson", the girl's eyes showed the legendary clear stupidity, and she automatically took the bait: "What method?"
…
When Wen Shi and the girl were making the rules, the boy whom the girl was worried about had just arrived outside the museum.
Wangjing Street was too long. The boy touched his empty wallet and gave up the idea of taking a taxi. He relied on searching the map and asking for directions, and finally walked to the entrance of the distant museum.
Looking around, there were dense and narrow long steps piled up layer by layer. The museum was built on more than a hundred steps. When the boy walked up, there was only a cool breeze blowing around him in the empty surroundings.
At the entrance of the museum, there are no traditional stone lions and Pixiu, but two stone sculptures stand on the left and right.
The sculptures, a man and a woman, were ordinary young men and women, devoid of any mythological overtones. Upon closer inspection, the young man realized they were not without their own unique features. The sculptures' eyes were individually inserted, rolling when touched, and their ears seemed glued on. Overall, they lacked the fluidity of typical sculptures and looked more like assembled building blocks.
There are business-related signs on the side.
The museum is open until 12:30 in the morning, closes for two hours at noon, and remains open until 4:00 in the afternoon. There are a few things to note when visiting:
1. Full-price tickets (300 yuan) allow you to visit all areas, while half-price tickets (150 yuan) only allow you to visit the South Area.
2. It is strictly forbidden to hide garbage in the museum in any form, it is strictly forbidden to eat in any form in the museum, especially in the exhibition hall, and it is strictly forbidden for tourists to make loud noises.
3. The museum provides free audio guides, which can be found on the right hand side upon entering the museum. They will provide you with professional explanations.
The boy took note of the precautions and continued walking forward.
The door is not designed to rotate, so it takes some effort to push it open. The moment it is opened, a faint foul smell hits you in the face.
The door closed again, and the system prompt sounded:
"You've arrived at the must-see museum. Please visit at least two exhibition halls before closing. You can choose whether to visit the third exhibition hall or not. After your visit, go to the sixth floor to get a stamp from the staff."
"The exhibition themes of the individual exhibition halls are Evolution, Transplantation, and Perfect Sample. You need to stay in each hall for at least fifteen minutes."
"Reminder: If you don't get your stamp successfully before closing time, you will lose something."
The boy checked his phone. It was already 11:15, less than an hour left. The museum's operating hours were only an hour and a half at most, and he didn't want to wait until the afternoon.
The boy made all preparations, activated his body transformation, and then went to get the interpreter.
Following the sign, he looked to his right. There was a red coffin-shaped box with an opening in the center for reaching in and grabbing something. In front of the coffin was written: "Interpreter." Below that were two lines of small text:
Please close your eyes and choose. Each tourist can only bring one audio guide.
If you are unlucky, blind selection is not recommended. You can go to the vending machine fifty meters ahead and put in fifty coins.
"Talking about luck with me..." The boy seemed to have heard a joke. Through the small opening on the top, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He closed his eyes and confidently grabbed something at random.
The moment he took it out, the surface of the interpreter suddenly felt strange. The boy looked down and saw a lifelike snake painted on the back of the flat interpreter.
The guide automatically turned on, and a hissing voice came from it: "Congratulations on choosing the snake-themed exhibition hall. Please proceed to Hall 6 on the first floor."
Inheriting Wen Shi's aversion to snakes, the boy couldn't help but curse. He quickly realized why he had drawn the snake explanation device. He was currently using the cat body transformation, and in theory, cats have a restraining effect on snakes.
"..." But that's only under normal circumstances. This kind of restraint in the game can be ignored.
The young man's mouth twitched. What use was there for him to have this luck value?!
After having a headache finding the signboard, he first walked towards the south area. During this time, the boy kept observing his surroundings, especially the top of his head, but he had not seen any surveillance cameras yet.
There was no one else in the entire museum except him.
The tour guide gave me a ticket that I couldn't tell if it was full price or half price, but judging by his personality, it was definitely the latter. The south section had half as many windows as the north section, making the light dim and also the source of the stench, making it significantly more dangerous.
Following the guide map, he walked deep into the corridor and could vaguely see the number six plastered across the front. Next to it was the entrance to Exhibition Hall 6. The door was small and low, with no lights on. It was pitch black, like a hole, and filled with an eerie feeling.
The young man walked over cautiously. His height was limited, so even so, he had to bend over and squeeze in sideways to enter the door.
There is only one transparent display case in the entire exhibition hall, and the dark and humid air makes people feel very uncomfortable.
The boy flicked on his flashlight, revealing at least a hundred irregular holes in the surrounding walls. Due to the excessive humidity, small drops of water occasionally dripped down the walls. The foul-smelling water slammed against the glass, revealing a giant, coiled snake skeleton within.
After entering the game, Wen Shi's acceptance of snakes has increased a lot, and the boy's acceptance has also increased, but it does not mean that he can tolerate entering a snake cave.
"I don't remember my name." A shrill voice suddenly sounded.
The interpreter in the boy's hand vibrated, and the sound was so sudden that he almost threw it away.
"I only remember a famine in my hometown when I was a child. My family survived by gnawing on tree bark. Later, when life improved, I worked hard and built a successful career." An unpleasant voice echoed in the empty exhibition hall, and a damp, cold air seeped from the audio guide, as if a beautiful snake was whispering in my ear. "But my stomach was damaged by hunger when I was a child. Eating even the slightest bit would cause it to hurt terribly. But I really wanted to eat. Only by constantly eating could I forget the hunger that was enveloping me."
"...That hunger made it impossible for me to concentrate on my work. After hearing someone recommend it to me, I decided to go to the Kingdom of Jinta. I heard that people there can achieve a second evolution, so I chose to evolve into a snake-man."
Through the dense holes in the wall, through the flashlight's light, he could vaguely see something long and narrow trying to burrow out. The soft, wriggling snake head finally poked its way out of the hole, and the boy's temples jumped. If it weren't for the stipulated time limit for each exhibition hall, he would have run away long ago.
Half of a snake body emerged from the hole, with a human face on its head.
The fishy smell became stronger and stronger, and the surface of the interpreter became smooth, damp and cold.
"It feels so good to be a snake. I can swallow a huge prey alive in one go and feel the wonderful taste of food slowly digesting in my body. I can even go without food for a month and still feel full." The interpreter was stuck to the skin and could not be removed even if I wanted to.
The hissing sound in the hole became louder and louder, and the feeling of hunger seemed to be pouring into his body through the interpreter. The boy's stomach kept contracting and he felt a cramp-like pain.
He was now craving food.
"Snakes are full of treasures. Snake liver, snake gallbladder, snake blood..." The guide seemed to become one with him. With each word it uttered, the boy had the illusion that the tip of a venomous snake's forked tongue was constantly sweeping across his palm. "Only one of these is non-venomous. It can relieve your hunger."
The boy clutched his twitching stomach and said, "Then I'll become like you, a snake-man?"
When insect people evolve, in addition to the change in mentality, they also need the mucus in the insect's mouth, which is similar to the spread of a virus.
His health points did not drop, indicating that Yin Qi had entered his body. He was feeling a little dizzy now. The boy looked at the holes. Not every hole had snakes. There were empty holes at certain intervals, and there were fallen snake skins in the holes.
There are two relatively safe options: snake skin and snake bones.
The snake skin might be stained with snake secretions, and the snake bones in the display stand had long been dried up, leaving only fragile bones. He walked to the side of the stand, gathered all his strength into the cat's tail, and swung it hard, shattering the fragile glass on the spot.
The guide's voice was slightly exasperated: "What do you want to do with my bones?"
The boy's eyes were almost turning green. He took a deep breath and did not take the snake bone. Instead, he held the end of the tree where the snake bone was wrapped.
In the docent's story, the protagonist survived a childhood of famine by eating tree bark. The truly non-venomous thing wasn't the snake itself, but the wooden stake. The docent constantly tried to trick him into eating the snake, feigning outrage, but the boy couldn't hide his underlying excitement; he definitely hoped he'd devour the bones.
It's easy to imagine that bad things will happen if you eat snake bones.
The tree stump wasn't too heavy, but in his current state, it was still a bit of a struggle to lift. His right hand was stuck to the guide, so he wrapped his arm around the trunk and nudged it slightly. After a distance, the trunk landed heavily on the display stand.
The rough bark rubbed against my skin through my clothes, let alone chewing it dry. But when people are hungry, they will eat anything, and the dry tree stumps right in front of them seem like golden bread.
The young man knocked his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something. The Yin energy entering his body, coupled with hunger, affected his brain's thinking. He was completely confused and muttered to himself, "What on earth did I forget?"
The tour guide kept talking, interrupting my thoughts. A fishy smell drifted to my ears and seemed to flow into my head, making me feel numb.
Cattail smashed the snake bones and scattered them on the ground like garbage. The young boy took over the magpie's nest and thought about the problem like a koala holding a wooden stake.
The tour guide was really angry this time, and he kept releasing cold air.
The boy was indifferent. He tried hard to create a hateful face in his mind. He didn't know what his damn original body was doing now, but it was definitely not chewing tree bark.
Anger is sometimes helpful in staying awake. Relying on his anger towards Wen Shi, the boy regained some consciousness and vaguely remembered something.
"food."
The notice outside the door stated that eating was prohibited in the museum. His hands drooped limply, the boy pressed his face against the bark and muttered, "I almost starved myself to death."
The audio guide gave off a very cold aura, and some of the snakes in the hole were attracted to leave the hole and crawl towards the boy.
However, the boy still did nothing, slowly wasting time. Since the design included a segment to lure players into eating snake skins, it was unlikely that these snakes would attack people for no reason.
Being surrounded by more than a dozen snakes is not a pleasant experience. The boy bent his body slightly, and his temporarily sharpened nails gently rubbed the bark, as if he was ready to hunt at any time.
In fact, he looked so hopeless that he once again raised a soul-searching question: What's the use of this luck value?
The interpreter whispered seductively, "Eat my bones and you will gain the power to command snakes."
There is one last minute.
The boy felt like his days were numbered, his stomach burning like fire, and he could only swallow his saliva to ease the pain. To distract himself, he kept drawing circles on the tree stump, cursing Wen Shi.
When I drew the tenth circle, a reminder sounded in my ear: "Congratulations on completing your visit to Exhibition Hall No. 6."
The boy groggily got down from the tree stump and walked out of the painful evolution-themed exhibition hall.
The outer shell of the guide had transformed into snake skin, its grainy texture seemingly pulsing from time to time. The boy realized that entering the exhibition hall was only one of the dangers; once the guide completely transformed into a snake, there would likely be more trouble.
"Please go to the Transplantation Theme Exhibition Hall No. 6 in the building." The tour guide suppressed his anger and gave the next instructions.
The staircase was designed with great artistic sense, and the winding and spiraling feature made the boy think of snakes again.
Arriving at the exhibition hall, he stood outside for a few seconds to observe. Inside was a large freak show, featuring snake heads with human ears, two-headed snakes, and even a rattlesnake with a second eye on its forehead. After the boy entered, the guide spoke again:
"At first I was very happy, but after becoming a snake-man for a while, I gradually acquired most of the characteristics of a snake. I lost my hearing, had very poor eyesight, and no longer liked interacting with people..."
The young man's eyes moved. It seemed that like the fat worm, the snake man was in a completely alienated state, retaining only human language and some habits.
The interior of the exhibition hall was very large, and what he had seen before was just the tip of the iceberg. When he really walked in, there were dozens of display cabinets of various sizes.
The boy bent down almost touching the glass surface and could barely see a thin layer of small object underneath. At first glance, it looked no different from a piece of paper, and its outline resembled a human ear. The name of the family on the label was: earworm.
[Spotted Earworm: A master of eavesdropping.]
This row of cabinets contains introductions to various types of earworms.
The boy had never entered the second floor of the Screaming Shack, otherwise he would have discovered that the wallpaper of the Screaming Shack was made up of these various earworms.
Going further, there are small living fossils.
[Little Bright Flying Insect: Chasing the light, stealing the light]
Judging from this introduction, it should be a stealing of eyesight.
"I heard Sunset Town is conducting research on organ plastic surgery. If you sign up, you can regain your five senses for free. I've signed up." The narrator seemed to recall a terrifying incident. "There were many other test subjects who signed up like me. We underwent a series of live experiments at the plastic surgery hospital."
The boy shook his head. If the plastic surgery hospital was related to Frank, then this hospital really had nothing to do now.
There was a sign on the wall directly opposite the display case: You need to go to the end of the exhibition hall.
The boy walked straight ahead, his flashlight shining. There were no display cases ahead, only ears covering the snakeskin-patterned walls. At least a thousand tiny, brightly colored flying insects hung from the ceiling. Every time he blinked, the walls seemed to shift, sometimes closer, sometimes farther away. Every second he looked beyond his gaze, his senses blurred.
A word emerged in the boy's mind: ghost wall.
Beneath the ceiling was not a floor, but a slender, single-plank bridge. The bridge was incomplete, with several breaks in the middle, connected by smooth, round stones. It extended all the way down to the basement. The boy could vaguely see countless snakes poking their heads out and wriggling beneath the ground, a veritable abyss of snakes.
The audio guide gave a sinister smile and reminded: "Please do not make any sound exceeding ten decibels, otherwise you will lose the ability to see and hear forever."
The young man was silent for a few seconds. With all these requirements combined, even if he changed his body, the possibility of passing safely was not high.
The most troublesome thing is the arrangement that is similar to a ghost wall. [Return] can only find the way back, but cannot explore the unknown way forward. It really wastes time, and you may not be able to get out until closing time.
The pain from the previous hunger was still there, and he didn't want a second round of consumption.
"I really should let the original body come."
As the tour guide urged him, the boy's expression turned cold and a sword appeared in his hand.
The guide found him holding the sword extremely amusing and asked, "Are you going to use it as a cane?"
Before Wen Shi entered the copy, he still had more than 9,000 points left. The boy copied it to the same score, which was enough to use [One Sword to Complete the Problem] once.
He raised the sword and slashed it lightly, and the sword energy surged in all directions. This simple move had an earth-shattering effect.
The living experiments were cruel, but the snake-man gained sight and hearing some time before his death, and now he has become a complete monster, with excellent eyesight.
It clearly saw tiny objects falling from the sky, and realized belatedly that they were the genitals of earworms and small bright flying insects. In less than a second, the heads of these things fell off.
"…"
Such a small thing can be cut off so accurately!
The communicator trembled, and looking at the Ten Thousand Snakes Abyss below, it was even more horrific. There were two XXs of snakes, and not a single one escaped.
The snake-skin wall was damaged, and the ghost wall effect disappeared. The boy walked slowly along the single-plank bridge, walking and jumping as needed. The earworm that had been stealing his hearing was gone, and now he didn't have to worry about the sound at all.
"What's in the first exhibition hall?" he asked.
The docent trembled at his perversion: "No, I can't say."
Pressed against the sword tip, the dark voice of the interpreter sounded even more desperate: "I really can't tell you. I work here and we have a confidentiality agreement."
It seems very dangerous.
The boy lowered his eyes. The task did not require him to visit the first exhibition hall, so he gave up without hesitation. After staying in the second exhibition hall for fifteen minutes, he went to the sixth floor to find the staff to stamp his passport.
During this time, the red light of the interpreter flashed, as if it was sending some message.
On the sixth floor, a staff member was hunched over, her bangs covering her glasses. She was almost lying on the table reading a newspaper, so her face could not be seen clearly.
The boy handed over the travel card, and the staff member stamped it and threw it aside.
The boy did not let his guard down. He turned back and made sure that the staff members were still sitting in their original positions before he walked out the door with confidence.
Almost at the moment of leaving the house, the system's cold voice sounded:
"You didn't stay in the Perfect Sample Theme Showroom for fifteen minutes."
The young man paused and looked at the guide maps at every door. The sample theme exhibition hall had moved from the fourth floor to the sixth floor.
He suddenly understood something. The staff member responsible for stamping was the perfect sample. Wherever she went, the exhibition hall was there.
What a sinkhole!
The interpreter suddenly turned into a long snake and fiercely bit towards his throat. The boy felt the movement, but the feeling of hunger in his body kept rebounding, as if he had severe hypoglycemia and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
He triggered the death rule and was completely suppressed by the explainer.
The moment the fangs pierced his throat, the boy's hands and feet turned cold and he tried his best to stay calm.
No, this wasn't an absolute death rule. Only the few forbidden words in the notice board at the door were truly a complete death rule. Now, the monster was attacking him, and as long as the monster didn't finish him off, he should still have a chance of survival.
As he thought this, the young man fell down in a daze. The moment his body hit the cold ground, blood splattered out again.
He had already prepared himself for death before coming here, and he even thought it was a trump card. The thought of the monster thinking it had succeeded in hunting, but not knowing that this was the beginning of its own death, made the boy feel a sense of excitement just thinking about this reversal of events.
However, the feeling of real death was not so pleasant. His vitality was stripped away in an instant, making him feel powerless as if he was falling into darkness.
It must be an illusion.
How could he be afraid of death when he was a shadow?
The staff member came out, dragged the boy inside, and said with a smile, "Such a complete body, we've made a lot of money this time."
The boy, still lingering in his death, saw the staff member's face clearly. It turned out to be the ticket seller from the Scream Shack. She had a ponytail hairstyle with heavy bangs, and her large glasses covered half her face.
No wonder, she kept her head down.
The boy put aside his wild thoughts and hurried to take the potion to restore his health.
However, just as he was about to take the medicine, he became uncertain again.
There are two ways to use potions. One is to take it out like a prop and drink it as normal medicine; the other is to operate directly in the property panel. Click the [Use] button, and an animation clip of a little man pouring medicine will flash in your mind, and then the health value will increase.
The game likes to play with words, secretly taking medicine, and perhaps violating the rules of fasting.
The more I think about it, the more likely it is. Otherwise, there would be no need to use the description "eating in any form is strictly prohibited."
It is not easy for him to counterattack without recovering his health.
The ticket seller squatted down and took the audio guide from the boy's hand, and the audio guide returned to its original state. This thing is an important asset of the museum.
When he put it on the counter, the interpreter's mouth was still open, as if he still couldn't believe that he had really bitten the pervert to death. The ticket seller mocked him: "You are so useless."
Being scared like this by a mere human being.
The narrator spoke up for himself, "Do you know how terrifying that was? He killed thousands of earworms and light flies with one sword!"
The conductor's expression suddenly changed.
The young man thought to himself, "Oh no!" He gathered his last bit of strength and took out his sword, ready to throw it at the conductor's back.
However, what most powerful animals in nature lack the least is speed.
The sword hit nothing.
The conductor smiled sinisterly, "I was fooled by such a trick."
The sword skills were clearly sealed yesterday, so the fact that he can use it means that the person who came here is not him. So the ability to resurrect on the spot should still be there.
She picked up the sword and walked over, aiming at the broken throat and about to strike again.
The cold light of the sword was reflected in his pupils, and the airflow brought by the sword stabbing made his already injured throat feel cold.
Am I going to die?
The young man moved his fingers slightly. Once the conductor was on guard, it would be useless even if he took the risk of taking the potion.
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce the conductor's throat, her ponytail was suddenly yanked back. A figure suddenly appeared behind her, ruthless and swiftly slashing the slender neck with a kitchen knife. As blood spurted out, the person expertly closed their eyes to prevent any contamination.
It all happened so fast that only the tour guide witnessed everything... The cat-eared boy rushed over like lightning, and his killing movements were as smooth as flowing water.
The conductor's eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.
All her attention was on the boy before, and she didn't expect that someone would launch a sneak attack at this time.
The flying blood flowed down the boy's smooth forehead, making his skin look even paler. Wen Shi wiped it with his sleeve with an expressionless face and loosened his ponytail. The conductor covered his neck and wanted to say something, but blood bubbles kept gurgling out of his throat.
Looking down at the young man, Wen Shi said coldly: "This is called killing by surprise, not like you holding your breath and using the sword as a hidden weapon."
The boy was very surprised at how he appeared. When he looked again, he saw the girl standing not far away. She walked over and looked at the wound on the boy's neck with heartache.
Wen Shi went over to pick up the sword and stamped his own and the boy's badges.
"Death is not a toy. When you try to play with it, you often die miserably."
After saying that, he waited for fifteen minutes to pass. During this time, he asked the girl to help raise the middle finger of the conductor's body and then hang it upside down out of the window as a warning.
After checking his phone, Wen Shi walked over, half-knelt down, and carried the boy on his back. As they walked out, he said, "Murder and arson are just the lowest form of revenge. When you were about to die, were you afraid that the survivors would be sad?"
The blood from the boy's throat splattered all over Wen Shi. He didn't say anything and didn't want to admit it. At that moment, his subconscious reaction was that the little girl would cry to death beside his body.
After a moment, he managed to squeeze out a word in his hoarse throat: "How did you get in?"
Wen Shi: "Your grandma was handing out flyers on the street, and I was working non-stop, and finally I managed to scrape together enough money."
The young man was stunned. He didn't expect that the original body could do this.
"I bought a full ticket and put in all the change I had." Wen Shi said softly, "I just hope you can understand that we are all very worried... hiccup..."
juvenile:"?"
Wen Shi burped again, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I was in such a hurry on the way here that I took a few breaths of cold air."
The boy lowered his head and sniffed, smelling a faint barbecue smell on his back.
The girl beside him kept shaking her shoulders. The boy thought she was crying before, but now—
The boy turned his head with difficulty. The girl avoided his gaze and said guiltily, "We were really worried... hiccup."
She quickly covered her mouth.
I haven't eaten like crazy for a long time. Today I suddenly ate too much. I just saw the boy bleeding, and I got anxious, so I burped.
"We had money for a taxi and plenty of time, so we went to the food court first," the girl said, taking a breath. "We were already there a long time ago, but I swear on your life that you won't attack him the first time you die."
This was the condition for Wen Shi to buy a ticket and bring her in.
There are two other options, namely, to have a meal first and to be a bodyguard.
"After coming in, he first visited the projects in the North District."
The projects in the North District were relatively easy to conduct. He only needed to stay in each exhibition hall for ten minutes, and with the girls escorting him, Wen Shi finished the two spots quickly.
Although the old lady had advised against relying on external forces before leaving, it was still a good idea to bring a bodyguard with you at critical moments. With the girl around, it was easy to hide or observe secretly.
The young man pinched Wen Shi's clothes, wishing he could bite his throat as well. He said intermittently, "You could have just let her come in with you last night."
He went through so much trouble, just to kill himself?! No, it also meant he was using up points, so he wouldn't be able to instantly kill him with a single sword strike later on.
Wen Shi shook his head: "I didn't know there were half-price tickets at the time."
However, the boy's inference was not wrong. Those two were indeed Wen Shi's targets.
When he reached the building, Wen Shi stopped and looked around for something to light with the lighter he had bought.
In the firelight, a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The fire quickly engulfed half of the room. The boy was stunned. Who had just said that murder and arson were low-level?
Wen Shi watched the fire begin, burning all the evil in the museum, and said with a smile, "I'm doing this to vent your anger."
"…"
As soon as he left the museum, the boy struggled to jump off Wen Shi's back and began to frantically use potions to recover his health.
When his throat finally felt a little better, he raised his head and started to curse.
Wen Shi said calmly: "I'm not going to let you bear everything alone."
Even if there were girls, he would still be taking a big risk by walking in. The last sample hall was indeed a pitfall, and Wen Shi didn't react at all. When he saw the boy being killed in seconds, he realized what a perfect sample was.
There is a special reminder written on the ticket stub for those who buy full tickets: The Perfect Sample Hall is very dangerous, so please think before you enter.
The boy and Wen Shi had similar thinking when it came to making decisions on major issues, and Wen Shi chose to give up without hesitation.
Before the boy could say anything, Wen Shi took out a movie ticket and shook it: "Let's go to the movies."
"…"
Damn, I'm being held in such a tight spot!
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The Royal Cinema is the most luxurious cinema in Sunset Town, and even the chairs have silent massage functions.
While Wen Shi and others were enjoying the movie, the tour guide first went to the plastic surgery hospital and then rushed here from the distant train station.
In the taxi, the turtle man tried to shrink his body, wanting to cry but unable to: "What on earth are you going to do?"
It was setting up a stall for no reason when it was inexplicably taken into a car.
The tour guide sneered, "You said I was incredibly unlucky, right? I'll take you to see for yourself now. I'm afraid the brazier you stepped on is already completely cold."
She wasted a lot of time at the train station trying to find the turtle man.
The turtle man hugged himself helplessly, because no matter how he looked at him, he looked unlucky!
The taxi finally drove into the bustling Wangjing Street, and flames were rising into the sky in the distance.
Cars stop and go, and the commercial streets are extremely congested during the day.
The tour guide looked in the direction of the fire, feeling a strange sense of unease. Just as they stopped again, the driver, feeling irritable, rolled down the window and chatted with passersby, "Where's the fire?"
"Museum." Passersby happily ate fried meat skewers.
"What did you say?" In the back seat, the tour guide suddenly stretched out her slender arms and grabbed the passerby's collar.
Facing those terrifying eyes, the passerby stopped cursing and forced himself to swallow the chopped meat. "There's a huge fire in the museum, and the surrounding area has been blocked off. Oh, and it seems someone's dead. The body was hung outside the window, and it's been smoked and roasted beyond recognition..."