Matryoshka Off-Limits

Chapter 89: Sunset Red Tour Group

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The one-hour massage came to an end in the warm afternoon sun.

The gold medal masseuse used her elephant trunk to help Wen Shi up and gave him a cup of herbal tea: "I wish you a wonderful afternoon."

Wen Shi nodded modestly, stood up after drinking, twisted his neck, and sighed comfortably. He caught a glimpse of a girl in a white dress and a masked man standing at the door, with two pairs of equally overly dark eyes staring straight at this side.

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, and could only see the other person's back: "What's going on?"

Yu Xingzhou is a very rational person and he would not come here for no reason.

The advantage of issuing a travel card is that the identity of the player or the shadow is clear at a glance. For example, Wen Shi’s card reads: Aaron 666; the shadow’s is: Aaron 999. The travel agency distinguishes them according to the train number they came from. The one who just came is Yu Xingzhou himself.

The girl was about to leave too, preparing to continue distributing flyers.

Wen Shi called her over: "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. Seeing the rich dog owner 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 sign of a cinema hanging high in the distance.

"Tsk, there is a Royal Cinema. Let's go buy 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 opposite street. As far as the eye could see, there were many small clinics on the busy 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 accurately: "My grandma may not have eaten them yet."

It smelled fragrant and sweet. She had never eaten anything so sweet before. 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 softly. This was also the reason why he was embarrassed to kill the girl. Every time he saw the girl and the boy standing together, a sentence automatically flashed through his mind: stupid and unhappy.

He coughed lightly to shake off the disrespectful thoughts. 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 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 his 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 even made 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 shadow of the scarecrow was very powerful.

This is a bit troublesome, and the old lady may not be able to win the fight. However, the old lady 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 was definitely not such a powerful figure. It seemed that he had to ask him in detail where he got such a big eyeball from.

The two of them had very different thoughts. The girl was worried about the boy: "I wonder how my poor grandson is doing now?"

Wen Shi turned on his phone and the screen stopped at the webpage he had searched earlier about the Sunset Town Museum. There was nothing special about it, just one sentence: a treasure trove of evolutionary history that collects and displays.

Looking at the location of the museum, Wen Shi glanced at the time again, "The poor little guy should be here."

After saying that, he glanced at the girl and said, "For the sake of your good grandson, let's make a rule."

When she heard the word "good grandson", the girl's eyes had 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 searched the map and asked for directions, and finally walked to the entrance of the distant museum.

Looking around, there were dense and narrow long steps stacked 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 there are two stone sculptures standing on the left and right.

The sculptures are of a man and a woman, just ordinary young men and women, without any mythological color. The boy observed carefully and found that they were not without unique features. The eyes of the statues were installed separately, and they could roll when touched. The ears seemed to be glued on. Overall, they lacked the smoothness of ordinary statues 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, closed for two hours at noon, and open until 4:00 in the afternoon. There are some 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 interpreters, which can be found on the right hand side after 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 have come to the must-visit museum. Please visit at least two exhibition halls before closing. You can freely choose whether to visit the first exhibition hall. After the visit, go to the sixth floor to find the staff to stamp it."

"The exhibition themes of each exhibition hall are evolution, transplantation, and perfect sample. You need to stay in each exhibition hall for at least fifteen minutes."

"Reminder: If you fail to get your stamp before the museum closes, you will lose something."

The boy checked his phone. It was already 11:15, less than an hour left. The museum's business 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 the body transformation, and then went to get the interpreter.

Following the instructions on the sign, he looked to the right. There was a red box in the shape of a coffin. There was an opening in the center of the board for one to reach in and fish out something. In front of the coffin board was written: Interpreter. Below that were two lines of small words:

Please close your eyes and make your choice. A 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. It was pitch black below the small opening on the top, and he couldn't see anything. He closed his eyes and grabbed one at random with considerable confidence.

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 go to Hall 6 on the first floor."

Inheriting Wen Shi's characteristic of hating 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's body transformation. In theory, cats have a restraining effect on snakes.

"..." But that is only under normal circumstances. This kind of restraint can be ignored in the game.

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 district. During this time, the boy kept observing his surroundings, especially the top of his head, but he had not seen any surveillance cameras yet.

Apart from him, there was no one else in the entire museum.

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 area has half as many windows as the north area, so the light is dim and it's also the source of the stench, making it obviously more dangerous.

According to the guide map, he walked all the way to the end of the corridor and vaguely saw a large number six pasted in front of him. Next to it was the entrance to Exhibition Hall No. 6. The door was very small and low. There was no light inside. It was pitch black like a hole, full of a sense of weirdness.

The boy walked over cautiously. His height was limited, so even so, he had to bend over and squeeze 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 turned on the flashlight to illuminate the surrounding walls. There were at least hundreds of irregular holes. Because it was too humid, small drops of water would drip from the walls from time to time. The smelly water hit the glass, and inside was a huge snake bone coiled.

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. The sound was so sudden that he almost threw it away.

"I only remember that my hometown suffered a famine when I was a child, and my whole family survived by eating tree bark. Later, life got better, and I made a career through hard work." The unpleasant voice echoed in the empty exhibition hall, and the guide exuded a damp and cold breath, as if a beautiful snake was winding around my ear and talking. "But my stomach was damaged by hunger when I was a child. If I ate a little more, it would hurt terribly. But I really want to eat. Only by eating continuously can I forget the hunger that looms over me."

"… That kind of hunger made it impossible for me to concentrate on my work. After being introduced by someone, I decided to go to the Kingdom of Jinta. I heard that people there can get a second evolution. I chose to evolve into a snake man."

Through the flashlight, one could vaguely see something long and narrow drilling out of the dense holes on the wall. The soft, wriggling snake head finally poked out of the cave, and the boy's temples jumped. If he hadn't had to stay in each exhibition hall for a specified time, he would have run away long ago.

Half of a snake's 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 for food.

"Snakes are full of treasures. Snake liver, snake gallbladder, snake blood..." The interpreter seemed to be integrated with him. Every time it uttered a word, the boy had an illusion that the forked tongue of a venomous snake seemed to be constantly sweeping across his palm. "Only one of them is non-venomous. It can relieve your hunger."

The boy covered his twitching stomach and said, "Then I will 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 hole entrances 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, and the fragile glass shattered on the spot.

The narrator'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 tightly onto the end of the tree that the snake bone was wrapped around.

In the story of the narrator, the protagonist survived the famine of his childhood by eating tree bark. The truly non-venomous thing was not the snake itself, but the wooden stake. The narrator kept trying to mislead him into eating the snake, pretending to be angry on the surface, but the hidden excitement could not be hidden from the boy. The other party definitely hoped that he would eat the bones raw.

It's easy to imagine that bad things will happen if you eat snake bones.

The tree stump was not too heavy, but in his current state, it was still a bit difficult to lift. His right hand was stuck to the interpreter, so he wrapped his arm around the tree trunk and moved it a little bit. After a distance, the tree trunk fell heavily to the ground and leaned against the exhibition stand.

The rough bark rubbed against the skin through the clothes and hurt, not to mention chewing it dry. But when people are hungry, they will eat anything, and the dry tree stumps in front of them seem to have become golden bread.

The boy knocked his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something. The Yin energy entering his body and hunger affecting his brain's thinking, he was in a daze 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 my whole body numb.

Cattail smashed the snake bones and threw them on the ground as if they were garbage. The 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.

Sometimes anger helps to keep one awake. Relying on his anger towards Wen Shi, the boy regained some consciousness and vaguely remembered something.

"food."

The notice outside the door said that eating was prohibited in the museum. The boy put his face against the tree bark, his hands hanging down limply, and muttered, "I almost starved myself to death."

The interpreter 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 and slowly wasted time. Since the design was to lure players into eating snake skins, it was unlikely that these snakes would attack people for no reason.

Being surrounded by a dozen snakes is not a comfortable thing. The boy bent his body slightly, and his temporarily sharp nails gently scratched 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 point of having this luck value

The interpreter whispered seductively: "If you eat my bones, you will gain the ability to command snakes."

There is one last minute.

The boy felt like his days were long, and his stomach felt like it was on fire. He could only swallow his saliva to relieve the pain. In order to divert his attention, he kept drawing circles on the tree stump and 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 interpreter turned into snake skin, and the slight graininess seemed to jump from time to time. The boy realized that entering the exhibition hall was only dangerous. When the interpreter completely transformed into a snake, there would probably be more trouble.

"Please go to the transplant theme exhibition hall No. 6 in the building." The tour guide suppressed his anger and gave the next step of guidance.

The staircase was designed with great artistic sense, and the winding and spiraling feature staircase made the boy think of snakes again.

When he arrived at the exhibition hall, he stood outside and watched for a few seconds. Inside was a large freak show, with snake heads and human ears, two-headed snakes, and rattlesnakes with a second eye on their foreheads. After the boy walked in, the interpreter spoke again:

"I was very happy at first, but after I became a snake man for a while, I gradually acquired most of the characteristics of snakes. I lost my hearing, had very poor eyesight, and no longer liked to interact 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, he saw 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 thing 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 ahead, there are small living fossils.

[Little Bright Flying Insect: Chasing the light and stealing the light]

Judging from this introduction, it should be a steal of eyesight.

"I heard that Sunset Town is conducting research on organ plastic surgery. If you sign up, you can get the chance to regain your five senses for free. I signed up." The interpreter seemed to recall something horrifying. "There were many other test subjects who signed up like me. We underwent a series of live experiments at the Plastic Surgery Hospital."

There is a slogan on the wall directly opposite the display case: You need to walk to the end of the exhibition hall.

The boy kept walking forward, shining the flashlight in front of him. There were no display cases in front of him, but the snake-skin patterned walls were covered with ears, and at least a thousand small bright flying insects were hanging from the ceiling. Every time he blinked, the wall seemed to move, sometimes closer, sometimes farther away. Every second he looked at it, he would lose his sense of direction and his perception would be confused.

A word emerged in the boy’s mind: ghost wall.

There was no floor under the ceiling, but a thin wooden bridge. The bridge was incomplete, with several broken places in the middle, connected by smooth round stones, and it went all the way to the basement. The boy vaguely saw countless snakes poking their heads out and wriggling underground, which could be called the Ten Thousand Snake Abyss.

The interpreter smiled sinisterly 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 added up, even if his body changed, 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 to have a second round of consumption.

"I really should let the original person come."

As the guide urged him, the boy's expression turned cold and a sword appeared in his hand.

The interpreter found him holding the sword very funny and asked, "Are you going to use it as a walking stick?"

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 Eliminate All] once.

He raised the sword and made a light stroke, and the sword energy surged in all directions. This simple move had an earth-shattering effect.

Living experiments are cruel, but the snake man gained vision and hearing some time before his death, and now he has become a complete monster, with excellent vision.

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 was even more horrific. There were two XX 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 was responsible for stealing his hearing, but now that the earworm is gone, he doesn't have to worry about the sound problem at all.

"What's in the first exhibition hall?" he asked.

The interpreter trembled at his perversion: "No, I can't say it."

The dark voice of the interpreter, pressed against the sword, 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 lenses. 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 stamped it and threw it aside.

The boy did not let his guard down. He took a step back to make sure that the staff member was still sitting in his original position 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. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

He triggered the death rule and was completely suppressed by the interpreter.

The moment the fangs pierced his throat, the boy's hands and feet were cold, and he tried his best to stay rational. No, this was not an absolute death rule. Only the few forbidden words in the notice column at the door were 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 to survive.

As he thought this, the young man fell down in a daze. The moment his body hit the cold ground, blood splattered out again.

Before coming here, he had prepared to die once, and the boy even thought that this was a trump card, thinking that the monster thought it had succeeded in hunting, but it didn't know that this was the beginning of its own death. Just thinking about this reversal of the scene made the boy feel a little excited.

However, the feeling of real death was not so painful. His vitality was stripped away in an instant, and he felt 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 in, and said with a smile: "Such a complete body, we made a lot of money this time."

The boy who was "unable to close his eyes" saw the staff's face clearly, and it turned out to be the ticket seller of the Scream House. The other party changed his hairstyle to a ponytail with heavy bangs, and the wide frame of the glasses covered half of his face.

No wonder, she kept her head down.

The boy put aside his wild thoughts and hurried to take the potion to restore his blood.

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 by in your mind, followed by an increase in health points.

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 blood.

The ticket seller squatted down and took the interpreter from the boy's hand, and the interpreter returned to its original state. This thing is an important property 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: "You are so useless."

Being scared like this by a mere human being.

The narrator spoke up for himself: "Do you know how scary it is? He killed thousands of earworms and light flies with one sword!"

The conductor's expression suddenly changed.

The boy thought to himself, "Oh no!" He used up his last bit of strength to take out his sword and was about 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 grimly: "I was fooled by such a trick."

The sword skills were clearly sealed yesterday, so the fact that he can use them means that the person who came here is not himself, 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 was about to strike again.

The cold light of the sword was reflected in his pupils, and the airflow brought by the sword's 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.

At the moment when the sword tip was about to pierce the throat, the conductor's ponytail was suddenly pulled back, and a figure appeared behind her. The person was ruthless and slashed the thin neck with a kitchen knife at the fastest speed. At the moment when the blood spurted out, the person closed his eyes skillfully to prevent the blood from splashing into his eyes and causing contamination.

It all happened so fast that only the tour guide saw 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.

Previously, all her attention was on the young man, and she had never expected 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 expressionlessly 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 someone unexpectedly, not holding your breath like you did and using the sword as a hidden weapon."

The boy was very surprised how he appeared. Looking 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 came over, half squatted, carried the boy on his back, and said as he walked out, "Murder and arson are only the lowest form of revenge. When you were about to die, were you afraid that the people who were still alive 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 while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence with a 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 the full ticket and put all the change I had into it." Wen Shi said softly, "I just hope you can understand that we are all very worried... hiccup..."

juvenile:"?"

Wen Shi burped again with some embarrassment, "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, and smelled a faint barbecue smell on his back.

The girl at the side kept shaking her shoulders. The boy thought she was crying, but now—

The boy turned his head with difficulty. The girl avoided his gaze and said guiltily, "We are really worried... Hiccup."

She quickly covered her mouth.

I haven't eaten like crazy for a long time, and today I suddenly ate too much. Just now, I saw the boy bleeding, and I was anxious, so I burped.

"We had money to take a taxi and plenty of time, so we went to the food court first," the girl said after a while, "We were actually there a long time ago, but I swear to him with your life that you won't do anything when you die for the first time."

This was the condition for Wen Shi to buy a ticket and bring her in.

There are two other options, namely, go for a meal first and be a bodyguard.

“After coming in, he first visited the projects in the North District.”

The projects in the North District were relatively easy. He only needed to stay in each exhibition hall for ten minutes. With the girls to escort him, Wen Shi finished two spots quickly.

Although the old lady had told me not to rely on external forces before she left, it was always a good idea to bring a bodyguard with me at critical moments. With the girl around, it was easy to hide or observe secretly.

The young man tightly grasped Wen Shi's clothes, wishing he could bite his throat to pieces, and said intermittently: "You could have just let her come in with you last night."

He went through so much trouble just to let himself die? No, it also made him consume points, so that he couldn't kill him instantly with a single sword strike later on.

Wen Shi shook his head: "I didn't know about the half-price tickets at that 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 just said that murder and arson were low-level

Wen Shi watched the fire start, burning all the evil in the museum, and said with a smile: "I am doing this to vent your anger."

"… "

As soon as he left the museum, the boy immediately struggled to jump off Wen Shi’s back and began to frantically use potions to recover his health.

After his throat finally felt a little better, he raised his head and was about to start cursing.

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 scam, 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 act.

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 was caught in a tough situation!

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The Royal Cinema is the most luxurious cinema in Sunset Town, and even the chairs are equipped with silent massage function.

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 the car.

The tour guide sneered: "You said I was extremely unlucky. I'll take you to see it now. I'm afraid the brazier you stepped on is already cold."

She wasted a lot of time at the train station trying to find the turtle man.

The turtle man hugged himself helplessly. It was obvious that the other party looked unlucky no matter how he looked at him!

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 inexplicably uneasy. When the car stopped again, the driver was in a bad mood and rolled down the window to chat with passers-by to kill time: "Where is 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 by the collar.

Facing those terrifying eyes, the passerby stopped cursing and forced himself to swallow the chewed meat. "There's a big fire in the museum, and the surrounding area has been blocked off. Oh, and it seems someone died. The body was hung outside the window and was roasted beyond recognition..."

(End of this chapter)