After a brief period of chaos, order was finally established on the stairs.
Most people left.
Those who remained were almost all bionic executive officers.
Wu Yu smelled ammonia when he first came in, and Lu Wen had to be on guard.
Anything related to this smell is basically related to explosions.
After describing the pros and cons, only a few media outlets chose to stay to see what would happen next.
"Actually, things have almost progressed and it will probably be over soon."
Everyone stood at the gate.
A little crowded.
The media people held up their cameras.
The scene in front of them shocked them speechless.
The crack that separated everyone from the little painter seemed like a hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The corpses seemed to be still struggling, and the distorted expressions on their faces were particularly terrifying.
"There are snakes in that big pit!" a media person exclaimed.
"No, that's not a snake, that's..." An android executive explained, but he frowned and checked the database for a long time, but could not find the corresponding creature.
The blue biological database does not save this snake-like creature.
This shouldn't be the case.
This database claims to contain all creatures that have appeared since ancient times.
"Those were brought back from the no-man's land by the teacher. They are not the ordinary no-man's land, but the polluted ones." The little painter smiled and sat across from everyone, far away.
"His teacher is No. 0." Lu Wen told everyone.
"The teacher said that although my painting was very good, it looked too dead and lifeless, so I found some cute creatures from the no-man's land."
painting
The young painter calls this terrifying crack a painting.
"The name of this painting is Purgatory. It is an attempt of mine. How about it? Does it have the beauty of art?"
"I just feel sick."
Wu Yu was the first to retort.
He did feel sick.
"Alas, people who don't understand art are always like this, criticizing masterpieces that should be handed down to the world with personal colors."
The little painter glanced at the people at the door with a slightly regretful look.
Finally he shook his head.
None of these people can understand his art.
Only teachers have such a realm.
"I have created many works of art in this place, but in the end they all became the monsters you call them. I feel very puzzled. Those beautiful intertwined reds and blues, those deformed beauties, and that incomplete happiness, are you really all that beautiful? Don’t you realize it?”
"I think there are still people who can feel it, but the voices from the outside world prevent them from admitting their inner thoughts, so artists are drowned, drowned in the sea of mediocrity."
The little painter began to pack his things.
Drawing board, palette, brushes…
He seemed to find it very boring. It was a complete waste of time to communicate with these people who did not understand art.
An executive pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed the muzzle at the little painter.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, this place will explode in ten minutes. It sounds very long, right?" The little painter stretched out a finger and shook it slightly, "But as long as I die, before the explosion, The time will be shortened to one second."
"Put down the gun, he's trustworthy."
The Little Painter is very similar to Zero in some ways, so I won’t lie on this point.
"Goodbye, everyone."
He smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and performed a more elegant etiquette.
At the end of the main hall behind, a stone door flipped over.
The little painter is ready to leave.
"Jing Le, Bai Sisi is still waiting for you to take her to the art exhibition!"
This was the first time Lu Wen called out the name of the young painter.
He chose this name himself.
Jin Le paused for a moment with his back to everyone, then turned around and glanced at Lu Wen.
Very clear blue eyes.
In a daze, Lu Wen felt as if he had seen the familiar street painter again.
"That's my favorite painting. You... help me take her to see it."
A very soft voice.
After that, the little painter turned around, without looking back this time, and walked into the stone door.
…
No man's land.
In an abandoned city.
The battle between the two snipers was over.
The sound of a gunshot echoed through the empty streets.
Vasily dragged his burst leg, gritted his teeth, and climbed into a certain corridor bit by bit.
He is disgraced now.
The gun in his hand was knocked down by No. 9 during a certain confrontation.
Then there was no chance to pick it up again.
"Vasily, you have lost the qualification to resist. You are destined to die here today. This is a big stain in your life."
He sat slumped by the corridor, still talking to himself.
Nine has been toying with him.
From the start, his resistance was in vain.
every time.
He thought he had found No. 9's hiding place, but in the end it only made him more embarrassed.
Number nine seemed not to exist at all, but also seemed to be everywhere.
He is the ghost of this city.
Watching from an invisible place, harvesting life bit by bit.
again and again.
Vasily gave up resistance.
He was like a embarrassed wild dog, running around in this city, just looking for a chance of survival.
Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous.
"After being a hunter for so many years, what does it feel like to become the prey today?"
A voice suddenly sounded outside the street.
What followed was the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
"No. 9, I failed, but I just missed the opportunity. If I had to do it again, I would not make such a stupid mistake again."
"Yes, but the androids you hunted didn't have a second chance, but you did."
Lu Wen stood at the entrance of the dilapidated corridor.
The sunlight hit him, and his shadow swayed gently among the gravel and gravel in the corridor.
"Next time I meet you, I will personally take off your head and give it to the Sixth District Enforcement Bureau and ask them to hang it at the gate as a warning."
"I will convey this to your new body."
Vasily, this Core Red 4th generation also has data backup.
Although he failed miserably this time, all his equipment was left in no man's land.
But the wealth he had accumulated over the years was enough for him to own a new body and buy all the necessary equipment again.
"You are welcome to come to me at any time in the no-man's land. I am curious how many times you have enough money to resurrect you."
Lu Wen smiled faintly and raised his hand to kill this guy with one shot.
…
Mowu City.
It was already evening.
Everyone from the Executive Bureau returned to the city.
The little painter didn't lie to them, and it did explode in the end. The monster factory, as well as countless rotting corpses, were buried under the endless sand.
He never saw the light of day again.
"Lu Wen returns victoriously and eradicates Zero's monster factory outside Mowu City!"
This title is quite pertinent.
But Lu Wen’s fans were completely excited.
Many passers-by also expressed their gratitude to Lu Wen. From then on, he no longer had to worry about the appearance of monsters every day.
Supporters of Core Red Fourth Generation Vasily were not feeling well.
So they also started to create topics, and at least they had a sense of presence.
"Vasily is still hunting No. 9 in no man's land. He will definitely return with No. 9's head!"
…
Good night, fellow book friends!
The first update added for the Glory leader.
(End of chapter)