… When Emily woke up again, it was already a child.
She found that she was still lying on the operating bed, but the restraints on her body had been lifted, and there were only slight bumps on her skin. Memories from before she lost consciousness came flooding back, and she first looked around in horror, to guard against the reappearance of the murderer. Then…
She was even more horrified when she saw the murderer's body in the bathtub that hadn't completely melted.
Obviously, someone came into this room, rescued her from the murderer, and threw the murderer into the hydrochloric acid pool. Before she could scream, Emily noticed a note.
A note lay on a nearby table.
"Dear Miss Reporter, just now, I saved you from a murderer."
The letter roughly described the experience of Emily being rescued by this unknown benefactor, and the expectations of that mysterious person for her: He hoped that she would post the news that the tea party will be held soon and please attend on time on the bulletin board of the newspaper In addition, he wanted her to delay reporting on the hotel incident. otherwise…
"I'm going to make you feel real fear."
Emily's hands trembled, and she could clearly feel that this person's words were not fake. She read the note carefully many times, and said to herself, "Morse? Is this your name?"
"No," a muffled voice sounded from behind the door, "I found this in the hotel, the boss's alias."
"Are you planning to pretend that he is not dead, so as to lure other people related to the boss out?" After being startled by the person behind the door, Emily understood the identity of the person hiding behind the door almost instantly. Intent, "Who are you? Are you also an undercover reporter? Are you also chasing crimes in this city?"
Her voice became agitated. The person behind the door panel was silent for a while, listening to the voice of the reporter who had fallen into the fantasy of Batman and Superman, he said with vacant eyes: "It's sort of."
"May I know your name?" The reporter asked excitedly, "May I know who I am serving?"
The humanity behind the door said: "I don't want to leave my name, I never leave my name when I do good deeds..."
"Oh, I understand," the reporter said immediately, "I know that people like you respect privacy, so..."
"If you must know my name, you can call me Lei Feng." The man behind the door said.
"Lei Feng, a very interesting name!" The reporter said excitedly, "Maybe because I was too frightened, I can't remember what happened after I was tied to the operating table. But you look very skilled, and you used to be very skilled. Ever done a lot of this kind of fighting evil in the dark? Like the Dark Knight, you sound like you have a lot of stories, can I interview you when it's all over? I want to hear your stories…”
"Strictly speaking, I like clowns a little better... no," said the man. "You can get out of here now."
When she left, Miss Reporter still didn't give up her idea of making big news. She kept persuading Lin Huai, who she couldn't see but whose voice followed her everywhere, trying to make him understand that she just wanted to write a novel about his struggle against darkness based on him. , like Sherlock Holmes, she will name it "The Story of Lei Feng". But Lin Huai thanked him seriously for his insensitivity, and after sending the reporter out of the Baicheng Hotel, he closed the door.
Lin Huai jumped back to the ground lightly. During the hours the reporter passed out, he searched the hotel and found the hotel owner's room. There is a secret door in the hotel owner's room, and inside are all sitting or standing bone specimens. After searching the boss's room but not finding even a letter resembling a letter, Lin Huai thought for a moment, then entered the secret door without any hesitation, grabbed the skulls of the skeletons, opened their mouths, and obtained the hidden treasure inside. Various confidential letters.
There is a saying that "only the dead can keep secrets", and it is clear that the owner of the hotel has practiced this principle in a rather dark and humorous way.
"As expected of a pervert, the way to hide the letter is so euphemistic and tortuous." Lin Huai, who got the letter, commented, "Only someone like me can think of where the letter is at once."
... He obviously didn't realize that his own thinking, which was able to think of this for the first time and synchronized with the thinking of the real pervert, the boss, was obviously in the same country as the perverts.
Lin Huai sat back in the boss's room and began to read the letters. He was lucky, and crashed directly into the enemy's lair. The tea party will be held the day after tomorrow, and those perverts will gather in the lobby on the third floor of the White City Hotel to share their creations.
It was also time for Lin Huai to make some preparations.
…
The puppeteer drove his puppets to patrol the city for a day, but found nothing. It was not until dusk that he recalled all the puppets, and shrugged to Tian Chu who was standing beside him, "I didn't find them."
Tianchu looked at the puppet he came back last. The puppet was tattered, with large patches of blood on its body, its eyes were dull, but it held an envelope in its hand. He frowned and said, "What is that?"
"Oh—you mean that envelope?" the puppeteer said cheerfully, "it met a pervert who followed it in the city, a killer who likes to make living people into puppets. I really can't stand him playing big swords in front of Guan Gong I killed him, and found the invitation letter to the tea party from his pocket—it just so happens that I can also bring the doll to the party. Speaking of which, they still made money, obviously, my people Even better than these NPC puppets... ”
"An ordinary NPC can hurt your puppet like this?"
"The perverted killer NPCs here are also ghosts above the level of red clothes, don't underestimate them." The puppeteer protested, then shrugged, "Well, you also know that there are still ghosts in this dungeon. A caught fish is the girl who was with Xia Xingye before. She hasn't given up chasing me yet, and this puppet was also broken by her after meeting her today... Don't question my strength! She also Injured. Hey, tell me, she is so weak, why is she always trying to provoke me? If the crow is not here, my primary target is the crow, and I don’t care about her. I would have killed her a long time ago, mosquito It's troublesome to be around all the time..."
"Some people are just very stubborn." Tian Chu spread his hands, "You are in trouble. At the beginning, this girl was cheated by a profiteer with an arrow, so she chased him all the way and returned the arrow to the high-end field. Now you owe her more than just an arrow." An arrow."
"Didn't she have a grudge against Xia Xingye? I thought she would be very happy too... It's all the fault of the profiteer. Why can't I think about saving people all of a sudden? Didn't he push people down?" the puppeteer touched Touching his nose, he said to the sky again, "That's it, we both got the invitation letter. I guess the crow will also go to the tea party, and then we will ambush him there?"
"Row."
"That's the end of the years of hatred! But I'm really curious, what kind of lively reaction will those people in the camp know that the 'crow' has returned." The puppeteer stretched his waist, " But unfortunately, what they see will only be a 'doll'... By the way, I almost forgot, I promised you that I will leave his execution right to you first."
Tian Chu was noncommittal. The puppeteer glanced at him. He remembered the rumors of discord between the two, and couldn't help but said, "How are you going to torture him? Let me first say that my ability to repair dolls is limited. You must at least put him Leave it to me alive, and don't break too many joints... "
"Don't worry." Tian Chu lazily patted him on the shoulder, "As for the way of punishing him, I have imagined many poses over and over in my mind over the years... no, the way. You don't need to worry about such things gone."
"Oh," the puppeteer said cheerfully, "we are the same in this point, for many days, I also thought about tying him up..."
Tian Chu's eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce.
"...and the scene of breaking his joints bit by bit." The puppeteer finished the sentence.
Tian Chu's eyes became tired and bored again.
When the two were talking, they happened to pass by a busy intersection. At the intersection, a newsboy is selling today's evening paper. Tian Chu took one casually, flipped through the evening paper, and put it into his package.
"I guess the crow will appear at the tea party. I know him well. He is a person who will never let go of any occasion to join in the fun and show off. I can even predict his behavior pattern. We don't need to find him when the time comes, he He will come out by himself, and I need you to confirm his location through the puppet." Tian Chu said, "It seems that he doesn't plan to appear in the city these days. Let's wait for the news of the tea party."
The puppeteer nodded. He unconditionally believed that Tian Chu knew everything about crows.
"But compared to this, I want to ask you a little bit." Tian Chu continued, "Are you sure you have completely killed Xia Xingye?"
"Could it be possible not to kill him? Hahaha?" The puppeteer laughed loudly, "His body is already in my hands."
"I always feel that a person like him should be left behind." Tian Chu said indifferently.
…
The middle-aged man clutched his forehead and held today's Fog City Evening News in his hand.
The memory of last night was as unclear as if it had been washed by rain. He vaguely remembered that he found the girl who sneaked in without knowing how, and chased her out of the store. But what confused him was that he seemed to smell a breath last night, after that, he couldn't control himself...
He put those strange thoughts to the back of his mind, and then he concentrated on reading the evening paper. When he saw the bulletin board at the bottom of the evening paper, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched.
"What's the matter?" his sister asked him.
The middle-aged man just looked at the newspaper repeatedly, and after a long time, he sneered and said: "...Maybe other people can't see it, but my friendship with Morse is far better than ordinary people. Yes, he should publish it at this time This message, but the wording in it... doesn't look like him!"
"I'm going to find out about the situation, is the Fog City Evening News?" He put on his hat and left the antique shop.
Seven hours later, the man came out of the coffee shop, walking in a hurry. He brought some hallucinogens and got a general idea of what happened last night from the reporter named Emily, about the mysterious person who killed Morse.
That person... The middle-aged man's eyes darkened, and he remembered the name that contained the chill and the sound of gold and stone again.
Lei Feng!