When Wen Shi was talking to the boy, his expression was mixed with just the right amount of criticism, as if they were just two unrelated passers-by pointing fingers at each other.
If she hadn't witnessed everything with her own eyes, the girl would have complained about their innocence.
The boy suddenly asked, "Where did you buy the museum ticket?"
"Ticket vending machine." Wen Shi rubbed the tip of his nose. "Generally, the system will upload transaction data to the terminal, so you can check it if you want."
They all have stamps to prove that they have been here. The identity exchange will be exposed sooner or later. Anyway, as long as they can safely survive until the end of the check-in task, nothing else matters.
More than one player and shadow figure were gathered around the big screen in the square. The museum fire had happened that morning, when most of them were still working. The only person who had the chance to go was the one who had received the free ticket. When they saw Wen Shi show up so generously, they couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise. Wasn't he really afraid of being reported?
Some people have already excitedly written down the reporting phone number on the screen and are thinking about whether to find a place to call it and try.
Wen Shi interrupted their beautiful imagination of the bounty and said with a half-smile: "The tour guide hasn't taken any action yet, why are you so anxious?"
Reports also require direct evidence. The people of Xiyang Town are simple and even rough, and they can find out on their own even if it's just a clue that someone has entered the museum. Not only will the informant not receive the reward, but he or she may also be the target of wrath.
What really made everyone present give up the idea was the presence of the tour guide. If such a good thing really happened, it would not be their turn.
When it was almost six o'clock, everyone was rushing to Tianchang Square, regardless of whether they had completed their tasks or not.
When Song Yan saw Wen Shi, he walked quickly over to join them. There were too many shadows in the square, and he was worried that he would be assassinated if he was not careful.
After all, they had met before, and Wen Shi took the initiative to ask: "Is the mission completed?"
If not, he can transfer appropriate money.
Unexpectedly, Song Yan nodded and showed him the sign.
Wen Shi was a little surprised to have collected all five chapters, including three high-consumption occasions. At least he had a skill when he was a rookie, but Song Yan had neither a skill nor props, so it was really not easy for him to complete it.
"When I saw those punch-in tasks in the morning, I was stunned. I didn't dare to go to work for fear of being cheated by the natives, so I could only pick up bottles." Song Yan talked about his adventure of the day.
Wen Shi's mouth twitched when he heard this. Another Zerg player was also scavenging, and the two of them had surprisingly similar thoughts.
"But this isn't a solution. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to go find you for the sake of my life." The museum was too far away, so Song Yan hesitated and decided to walk there. "I was only halfway there when I saw a fire in the distance."
Worried that Wen Shi was on a mission, he didn't dare to call directly. If the phone rang and it happened to violate the death rule, it would be a serious sin.
"Since I'm already here, I decided to go take a look. When I arrived, the tour guide and the turtle man were there. I heard an investigator say that the deceased got off work at the Scream House yesterday and then came to the museum to work the day shift. This really excited me..." Song Yan swallowed hard and said to Wen Shi, "I quickly used my last bit of change to take a taxi to the Scream House. The staff were all dead, so maybe there would be no one there during the day. I went to the back door and it was locked. If you stick your head out, you'll get hurt too. Didn't the tour guide pay a lot of money yesterday? I picked the lock and stole everything out."
Song Yan still felt a lingering fear when he said this. "Fortunately, the Screaming Shack is located in a secluded place, so there aren't many people there during the day."
Wen Shi's eyelids twitched: "And then?"
"Then I went and spent it."
Yu Xingzhou suddenly turned his head and looked at Wen Shi silently.
"…" Shit, what is he doing?
Song Yan scratched his head embarrassedly, looked at Wen Shi and said, "On the way there, I was worried that the Screaming House had been looted by you, Boss. I didn't expect the lock was still there."
Wen Shi was silent. What kind of image did he have in other people's minds?
That being said, robbing the Shrieking House was indeed a good option. Those kinds of spooky places tend to stay open late at night, so daytime is much safer. When the ticket seller received the payment yesterday, he put it directly into the drawer, proving there's a reasonable chance they won't take it.
The tour guide finally appeared at Tianchang Square, standing on a platform next to the fountain, waving a flag to let everyone pass.
Yu Xingzhou patted Wen Shi's shoulder and said, "Good teaching."
After Song Yan entered the game, he followed Wen Shi for a period of time. It is impossible to say that his way of thinking was not influenced by Wen Shi.
Even Wen Shi himself could not deny this. He looked at the bounty notice on the big screen, his eyes glancing at Song Yan's excited smile, and a sentence popped up in his mind: a group of bandits.
The gang of tough guys walked together and walked towards the fountain in tacit understanding. After they stopped, they looked up at the sky.
Even without looking at her, he could sense the murderous gaze of the tour guide. It wasn't just him; everyone felt it. The rage in the guide's eyes rivaled the blaze in the museum as seen in the news.
Qian Lai was also quite unique. Every time others were afraid of being implicated and kept away from Wen Shi, he would approach and strike up a conversation. He checked the time and said, "We'll soon be able to experience the wonders of Sunset Town's sunset again."
Wen Shi vaguely sensed that this person had some hidden world-weariness and admiration for the strong, which could also be seen from Qian Laiye's shadow's ridicule in the library earlier.
Qian Lai was very good at reading people's expressions and knew what he was thinking. "Before I entered the game, I was just an ordinary person, and my life wasn't very eventful."
I'm still in this state now. I feel like life is meaningless, and death is even more boring. I can only desperately connect with people to find a sense of belonging. Important NPCs have authority in the game, and Qian Lai can also feel a sense of fighting against the world from the guide's angry gaze.
After saying that, Qian Laiye's breathing became a little faster. Wen Shi forced a smile. Obviously, everyone was not normal, but in comparison, he was the normal one.
"Hypocritical villain." Qian Laiye's shadow took the opportunity to mock.
He wanted to take action, but when he saw Wen, he remembered the twenty yuan agreement and held himself back.
At six o'clock, the clock tower opposite the square struck the time.
No one died this round.
The free activities were generally safe. Even if you failed to complete your check-in point, you'd only have some organs stolen, not fatally. To stay safe, simply avoid the tours offered by travel agencies and special places like museums. With the exception of Yu Xingzhou, who attempted the Sky Tower, everyone else preferred to fail the check-in rather than try the free rides.
After checking the travel cards one by one, the tour guide stayed next to Wen Shi for a few more seconds. The museum's stamp had become a out-of-print item, and it seemed to emit a mocking light in the sunlight.
"You really know how to have fun." These were the three words Wen Shi gave her on the first day, and the tour guide returned them intact.
Before the sound faded away in my ears, the tour guide had already walked to the next person.
The player was only one check-in point away, and the tour guide finally had a smile on her face.
Under the constraints of the rules, the player's body instantly froze, and he could only watch helplessly as a small flying insect darted into his left eye. The insect stayed on his eyelid for several seconds, and the player's field of vision suddenly narrowed, and his left eyelid collapsed. When he regained his movement, his eyelid was no longer open.
He lost the sight in his left eye.
The insect grew a lot in size and was put into a transparent container by the tour guide.
The whole process is silent and bloodless, but it makes people's hair stand on end.
"Little bright flying insect."
The boy's sudden mumbling caught Wen Shi's attention. When he turned his head, the boy said, "There's an introduction to this kind of insect in the museum."
When it was the next person's turn, the other person pretended to be calm and asked, "Can I choose by myself?"
The tour guide nodded.
"Left ear."
The player whose eyesight was taken away earlier almost couldn't help but curse. If he had known earlier, he would have chosen it himself.
After the tour guide finished checking everything, she finally calmed down again. At least her work today was not in vain.
The travel agency has taken saving to its core. After a day's trip, everyone takes the bus back.
While waiting for the bus, the tour guide stood next to Wen Shi and said with a forced smile, "The ticket machine shows that only one person has purchased a full ticket today."
She said in a tone that was half threatening and half tempting: "Where are the old man and the scarecrow who followed you? If you tell me where they are, I promise that everything will be forgiven."
Wen Shi smiled and responded calmly: "Don't forget that besides me, there are other people who have visited."
For the first time since the gathering, he took the initiative to meet the guide's gaze: "A stingy tour guide suddenly gave tourists tickets out of his own pocket. Who of us is more suspicious?"
The bus came and Wen Shi ignored her and got on directly.
There were almost no people on the bus at this time. Not wanting to have too much contact with the tour guide, Wen Shi sat in the last row. After all the members of the tour group got on, the bus suddenly became much more crowded.
There are many people who want to make a fortune. There are car and bag checks everywhere on the road. The bus was stuck at an intersection and did not move for twenty minutes.
The sun began to set and a small area of sunset glow appeared on the horizon.
Qian Lai was sitting next to Wen Shi when he suddenly said, "There must be treasures hidden in this copy."
Wen Shi subconsciously thought of the key, but still nodded with a hint of doubt.
"Orc evolution can be accomplished with viruses, but no matter how advanced scientific research is, it can't remove the shadows of everyone in a city." Qian Laiye opened the car window wide and squinted at the sky. "Have you noticed that when the sun sets, this sky really does look like a mirror?"
The sunset in the small town can bring people a negative feeling. Wen Shi was completely immersed in the deep red light yesterday and didn't notice anything else. Now, while the afterglow has not yet filled the sky, he looks over there.
It is so crystal clear that you will have the illusion that everyone's reflection is in it.
After watching it quietly for a while, Qian Laiye said in a very soft voice, "I always feel that it can absorb people's negative emotions and release them every time the sun sets. Each of us is like a prisoner living in a mirror. Light and shadow are all controlled by the mirror."
Wen Shi thought silently for a long time like a philosopher, and finally a word came out of his mouth: sorry.
"Do you think what I said is wrong?" Qian Lai also came to his senses.
Wen Shi: "No, I didn't understand."
"…"
Wen Shi spoke frankly: "What prisoners, light and shadow, it sounds weird."
"That's right." Qian Laiye took a deep breath and wrote four words on his palm: True Spiritual Communication.
The car bumped violently, the setting sun was blood-red, and the gorgeous sunset finally burned the entire sky.
Even the shadow couldn't stand the negative impact of the sunset. It stood with its head down and eyes lowered, but still inevitably felt a sense of world-weariness.
What's strange is that Wen Shi and Qian Lai were not affected too much this time.
They were like two children who were caught gossiping by God, isolated from the whole world.
This feeling of isolation from the world was definitely not a good one. Goosebumps appeared on both of their bodies. Wen Shi was still immersed in the previous topic, his eyes wider than usual: "You mean..."
Qian Laiye nodded heavily and mouthed, "In a dungeon controlled by a true spirit, the initial rules are set by the true spirit, not the game itself. The true spirit's body should be something like a mirror."
Wen Shi was silent for a few seconds, his mouth slightly open, as if swallowing the sunset. He asked a more practical question: "Why did you tell me?"
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but ever since he heard Qian Laiye's words, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was being stared at by something.
"Once you have this concept, it's easy to be targeted by the rules. If you tell the big guys that they are affected, your hope of getting through will be slim."
Qian Laiye's thoughts were quite divergent. Li Nan and Yu Xingzhou's attention had always been on the key and the hospital, and they had not considered this aspect yet.
In addition, this copy has been having bugs in the early stages, and many people even thought that this was a copy that was put into use not long after the game was developed, and that players' lives were being used to fill the loopholes.
"..." Wen Shi silently clenched his fists, considering whether to hit the other person in the face.
Qian Lai also said seriously: "Knowing has its advantages. You haven't played many games yet, so even if you know, you won't act according to the inherent way of thinking of old players."
The two of them didn't say much after that, basking in the sunset, their scalps tingling.
Until he got off the car, Wen Shi was still in a strange state of thought.
Qian Lai's words were not wrong. It was definitely not enough for one person to have this understanding. The most speechless thing was that after thinking about it, Wen Shi admitted that no one was more suitable to know this news than him.
It's a long way to walk from the bus station to the inn. There are a lot of people walking near the train station, and I saw the tour guides all walking to the side.
On the first day at the train station, the turtle people didn't react so strongly. At this moment, they were even holding their breath to avoid breathing the air that the tour guide had breathed.
The tour guide resisted the urge to attack.
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows unceremoniously upon seeing this: "I'm suddenly very curious about what will happen if you report me. Do you want to try it?"
The tour guide glared at him fiercely and strode forward with his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Wen Shi sneered and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
Before entering the inn, he deliberately slowed down his pace and secretly stopped Qian Laiye: "You have to tell me what to pay attention to."
Qian Lai also looked around, thought for a moment and said quickly, "Finding the incarnation of the true spirit will help you pass the level. The incarnation may be a person or an object, such as the mirror I just mentioned. However, the mirror is just my personal speculation. I only have a limited understanding of the rest of the content, so telling you might mislead you."
Listening to experience can help you avoid detours, but experience can sometimes be harmful. For example, today, by some strange coincidence, it was Song Yan who had the smoothest experience.
The two of them walked into the inn one after the other. When Wen Shi passed the front desk, he noticed that the mosquito owner looked a little uneasy. He went upstairs calmly and checked the room. He found that the things had been touched.
Apparently, while he was away, the Mosquito Boss tried to find traces of the Four Hundred Thousand Walking in the room.
Since there were no valuables, Wen Shi didn't care too much and leaned on the bed to read the more detailed game guide that Ji Yuanzhi had asked someone to give him.
He hadn't previously been particularly interested in the True Spirit section, having considered it unavailable for him, and had simply brushed it aside. The game manual was also quite sparse on this subject. There were claims that True Spirits could be deployed as avatars to travel through dungeons, and that artifact-based True Spirits were relatively more rigid and easier to deal with. There was also an unverified legend, mentioned by a very experienced player in the original edition of the "Virtual World Guide," that True Spirits weren't the ultimate form of monster NPCs, but rather that a Lord of Terror existed above them.
"Lord of Terror." Wen Shi thought this name was quite interesting. Shouldn't the game be the one that dominates the players' fear?
Just like his previous attitude towards true spirits, he didn't think he would come into contact with some terrifying lord that only existed in legends, so he didn't take it seriously. Seeing that it was getting late, he put away the guide and went to take a shower.
There was no mist in the bathroom.
Mosquito boss didn't provide hot water today. Ice water poured from head to toe. It was so cold that my legs were shaking.
He didn't feel like he was taking a shower, but rather like he was suffering in the icy rain. After sneezing, Wen Shi suddenly uttered a sentence: "Let the storm come even harder."
Suddenly, a system notification sound, colder than the water temperature, came to my ears.
"Congratulations on triggering the special mission - Who is the murderer?"
Wen Shi froze.
The notification tone didn't care about his emotions at all, and continued to broadcast smoothly:
"Players must determine the identity of the assassin who came to assassinate you tonight before being killed."
"Note: Players only have one chance to answer in this round. If you answer incorrectly, you will miss your only chance for salvation."
"Attention, if you successfully survive the hunt, you will receive a special reward."
"The countdown for the pursuit is about to begin. 10 seconds, 9 seconds, 8 seconds..."
"Fuck it... Wait for me to get dressed!" Wen Shi hurriedly turned off the shower. He was halfway through putting on his outer pants with only four seconds left. Cursing, he pulled the bathrobe off the rack and saw his disheveled self in the mirror.
Water kept dripping from his wet hair, and his face, pale from the low temperature, was flushed due to his impatience at the moment.
"You remember this!"
Dog game, he will definitely take revenge in the future!
Wen Shi opened the bathroom door and hurriedly put on his bathrobe, only having time to casually tie his belt.
Two seconds left.
Since he was being hunted, he absolutely couldn't stay in his room. While opening the door, he didn't forget to operate the attribute panel in his mind.
"Do you want to spend 300 points to activate the Cat's Temptation?"
"yes!"
Cat ears and a long tail popped out, and the moment Wen Shi turned the doorknob, a big knife that was even paler than his face came slashing down at him.
Wen Shi instinctively dodged to the side, and heard a "bang" sound beside his ear. The big knife hit the door panel behind him, and the wooden door broke into pieces on the spot.
Taking advantage of the moment when the other party drew his sword, Wen Shi used his small size to nimbly slip out from under his arm.
The man was extremely tall, with his head even touching the ceiling. He was wearing a strange and funny mask, and every move he made revealed his absurdity.
Wen Shi had no time to observe more, he now had to keep some distance.
"Is anyone there?!"
Wen Shi yelled a few times at the top of his lungs, knocking hard on every door as he ran. Of course, he wasn't expecting anyone to come out and save him. There was an unnatural silence in the corridor now, and he wanted to test it out.
Sure enough, no matter how he knocked on the door or shouted, no one responded.
Under normal circumstances, even if no help is given, some timid players will find something to block the door, so there shouldn't be no movement at all.
A large shadow was cast behind him, which was the shadow of the big knife. When Wen Shi sprinted madly, he looked back and saw that the funny weirdo was still separated from him by several doors, but the knife in the other's hand was getting longer and longer.
He suddenly remembered a joke on the Internet: I allow you to run 39 meters first.
The reason it is allowed is because the knife is forty meters long!
Without any skill, the long sword fell straight down.
The unnatural speed of the wind passed by his back, and Wen Shi could feel it. If it was two or three centimeters closer, the blade would have scratched his scalp.
He didn't even dare to look back now. There was only one thought left in his mind: run!
His teenage body couldn't support the large bathrobe. When running downstairs, Wen Shi was still trying to re-tie his belt. He stepped barefoot on the stairs, and the dripping water caused him to slip and he almost fell.
Mosquito boss was not at home, so Wen Shi rushed all the way to the main door, almost hitting it with all his might.
Bang!
The loud noise was still ringing in my ears, but the door seemed to have been bolted from the outside and could not be opened at all.
The funny weirdo had also come downstairs at this moment. This time, Wen Shi did not flee immediately, but paused for a few seconds, luring the other party to attack him.
The long knife chopped down, but Wen Shi narrowly avoided it. The blade collided with the rotten door, but the door still stood there firmly.
"Something's wrong." There was no reason why the sword couldn't cut through it. The wooden door upstairs had been split open earlier. It was as if this area had been sealed off, preventing him from forcing his escape.
The two sides were too close, and the funny mask looked even more terrifying under the dim light.
Wen Shi was completely aware that he was not in a normal space. Although it was also an inn, the direction of the counter and the position of the tables were completely opposite to the inn he remembered.
"Mirror."
Wen Shi suddenly remembered Qian Laiye's words and suspected that he had entered the world in the mirror.
Where did his 2B luck value go?
Qian Laiye had said that when one noticed the presence of a true spirit, the rules would easily target them, but it didn't make sense for it to happen so quickly. He hadn't seen Qian Laiye on his escape, proving that he was the only one in trouble tonight.
"I should have told Shadow this information earlier." Wen Shi was on the verge of tears as he fled again. "We're all being hunted together, at least there's someone to look out for."
The inn was so small that he could only run upstairs.
The funny weirdo swung his knife again, and a cool breeze swept past. Wen Shi clearly felt that the other party's knife was aimed at his ankle.
The inn had only one staircase, and no matter which end of the corridor he ran to later, he would be unlikely to be so lucky and be able to escape downstairs again. The more likely scenario was that he would be trapped in a corner and be killed by machetes.
"Who is killing me?"
Only by figuring out the answer to this question can he have a chance to survive.
Wen Shi tried his best to stay awake. Judging from the height and build alone, the killer was different from everyone he knew. The part of his head near the ceiling seemed to be automatically blurred. Apart from the strange mask, nothing else could be seen clearly, and his clothes were blurred into a black robe.
There are many people in the dungeon who want to kill him, not to mention the NPCs, there are also several players and shadows.
conductor?
The opponent was killed with a kitchen knife, so it is not impossible for him to come after him with a machete to retaliate. The fat worm is the best example. Orcs can freely adjust their size according to their needs.
But the ticket seller was roasted through, so there should be some burnt smell on his body, right?
Behind him, the funny man's speed was getting slower and slower, not because he could not run any more, but because the big knife in his hand had become several meters long.
With the advantage of length, random chopping is not as accurate as forcing the prey into a corner and slowly skinning and cutting the meat.
Faced with the choice between the end of the corridor and his own room, Wen Shi had no choice but to rush back to his room.
The window was wide open, and without incident, when he tried to jump out, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Damn, who is using the knife... No, the problem is not the weapon." Now there was nowhere to escape, and Wen Shi could see clearly that in this strange mirror space, the tip of the knife opposite him was slowly stretching like a shadow under the light.
It may have originally been just a short knife.
The killer deliberately changed his body shape and wore a mask because he certainly didn't want his identity to be known, so it was basically impossible for him to use common weapons.
The eccentric had already reached the doorway. Wen Shi's mind was working incredibly fast. He was more inclined to believe the killer was an NPC. While the game might allow players to freely shape their bodies to become the killer, that was a bit too casual, more like killing for the sake of killing.
"There must be a suitable chain of logic to explain the appearance of the killer."
The long knife fell in front of him, and Wen Shi rolled back with his tail tucked in. However, in less than two seconds, the knife was raised and chopped down again without any hesitation. This time it hit the edge of his bathrobe, and a terrible tear appeared on the edge of Wen Shi's sleeve. He almost rolled to the corner of the wall.
"Is that all you can do with a machete?"
Wen Shi tried to talk to him, but the monster just approached quietly, hacking and slashing.
"The ticket seller, the tour guide..." All the NPCs he had come into contact with, even the attendant when he first boarded the train and the turtle people he met at the train station, flashed through his mind.
There was no room for him to dodge in the corner. Wen Shi pressed himself against the wall, breathing heavily. The gleaming blade of the sword above him almost blinded him. The moment the sword came, a flash of light flashed in Wen Shi's mind. He suddenly connected the two NPCs and quickly announced their identities!
The next moment, the system's prompt sounded in my ears: "Congratulations, you have escaped the mirror space and found the way to salvation."
…
"The sun is shining—it's a good time—"
The discordant music filled the room, and the tour guide's mood brightened again. She had been depressed for an entire afternoon, but finally decided to reconcile with herself.
Turtle Man was right. She had lost enough now. She didn't know if the museum incident would implicate her. Judging from the behavior of the tourists in the Screaming House, a gambler's mentality was not a good thing.
"I can't be like those stupid tourists."
Anyway, the number of people in the tour group has dropped a lot. She can get rid of it in a few days. During this time, she just needs to pretend that she can't see that bastard named Aaron.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
The singing was interrupted and the tour guide frowned. Who was so ignorant as to knock on her door so late at night?
She flung the door open, about to burst into a rage, but the person outside was also about to bang on the door, and inertia caused him to fall headfirst in. The tour guide stared at the person who had fallen firmly into her arms, stunned for a moment. Bathrobe, bare feet, cat ears... what was he trying to do?!
"Help!"
The moment Wen Shi shouted, a man appeared out of nowhere not far away. He was no longer as tall as he was in the mirror space, and the knife in his hand was several times shorter.
She walked from fantasy into reality, her funny mask split in the middle, and when she fell to the ground, she revealed a face exactly the same as the tour guide's. Without a word, she suddenly used a knife to cut off Wen Shi's neck.
The tour guide's pupils dilated as if she understood something. Her body reacted first, pushing Wen Shi to the side with one hand and kicking the killer in the chin.
Wen Shi's nose turned red from the cold wind as he was sweating profusely. He said with a look of grievance, "You're going to kill me."
He had sensed something was amiss, but it wasn't until the moment the knife fell that he suddenly remembered a few details. This afternoon, when he passed by the train station, the tour guide hadn't stepped forward to embarrass the turtle man, who was trying to avoid him. Then, when he provoked her with rude words, she simply walked away.
All signs indicate that the tour guide is ready to give up targeting him. In this important choice in life, this NPC actually deviated from his original intention!
The killer is the tour guide's shadow, carrying her true desire to kill.
The monster's shadow is much crazier than humans and will not give up until it achieves its goal. Of course, the tour guide cannot let her shadow kill the tourists, as this would be a major work mistake.
The noise when the two men fought was earth-shaking.
All the players and shadows were suddenly awakened. The old wooden door had no peephole, so they could only stick to the door to listen to the noise outside.
The Mosquito Boss rushed over and saw the door being kicked to pieces. He was so scared that his sharp mouth almost fell out.
"My seventy-year-old pearwood door!"
The tour guide made a beautiful sideways roundhouse kick, but Shadow was so fast that he managed to dodge it. The kick hit the black wall, and cracks appeared on the tiles.
"My century-old black brick!"
In the end, he was tired of shouting, so he just came up with an abacus: "Five hundred plus sixty plus..."
The tour guide was almost going crazy listening to the sounds of abacus beads and counting. She let out a roar that was almost mournful: "Why—"
Why did she give up fighting against fate, when misfortune still came as expected!
Inside the door, Wen Shi had just recovered from being chased for so long when he realized his bathrobe was dirty, wrinkled, and tattered. He looked completely disheveled, especially his belt, which seemed to be threatening to break at any moment. He shouted, "Is there any kind soul out there who could give me some clothes?"