The middle-aged man walked down the path into the darkness. In the warehouse of the opera house, several familiar figures stood up one after another.
They are all serial killers with acquaintances with middle-aged men.
"We're in big trouble." The middle-aged man whispered, "Someone killed Morse and pretended to be him to start this tea party."
"Who is he?" a man screamed. "A member of the Patrol Bureau? A reporter? Or some lonely hero with a sense of justice?"
"He should be a new face. The only thing I know is his name." The middle-aged man explained the information he got from the female reporter in detail, with fear in his eyes, "His name is… "
"Lei Feng!"
Everyone was silent for the name. After a long time, one of the men who looked like a chicken thief whispered: "Morse is dead, so should we go? We..."
"Is there anything we can't go? This man, does he think he is a hunter of justice? Want to catch us?" The shrill man laughed, "Interesting, then let us have fun with him and let him Let's see who is the real hunter."
"Is there a plan to hunt Lei Feng?" Another person said, it was a woman's voice, "Sounds very good."
All whispers are blocked within the door. Beside the door, the eyes of the puppet wearing a black cloak flickered.
…
It was raining heavily at night, and the whole street was splashed with rainwater. Among the countless shops that have closed their doors due to the bad weather, only the White City Hotel is still lit.
The hall on the third floor was originally used as a dance hall, but now it has become a sea of countless serial killers. Under the guidance of the invitation letter, countless serial killers gathered together. In the hall, tables, chairs and benches have been placed by who knows who put them up. On different stalls, there are nameplates of different visitors.
Because the sponsor Morse has not come for a long time. A serial killer offered to take on the role of ticket checker. The "tickets" he checked are not only invitations, but also the things that exist as "works" brought by the killers.
Crazy serial killers brought their works, and rarely passed the security check politely and orderly. After getting a paper flower, they sat in their own booths. The puppeteer and Tian Chu stood in the middle of the line. The puppeteer looked at the serial killers in front of him, and found that almost all of them were opponents in red clothes.
With such a number of ghosts, it became impossible for even high-level players to leave safely after revealing their identities. The puppeteer couldn't help feeling a little thankful that he brought his "work" here. He whispered to Tianchu, "Do you have any thoughts about this place?"
"Oh, it's like some kind of comic-con, serial killers ONLY."
Puppeteer:
"Look, they also brought their own fan works to communicate with each other, and even had their own booth, and the stage in the middle. They were going to play on the stage something like 'Scrack! Serial Killer's Mixed Cut Special' and 'Rhythm Explosion!' Touching the heart of the killer a hundred moments', or performing a stage play or something like that?"
Puppeteer: ...
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I didn't expect you to be like the legend, a dead house."
Tian Chu shrugged, and resumed his mysterious and cold image.
However, thanks to him, the gloom that should have been in this scene is of course gone. After seeing the person in front of him using a cart to transport his plastified human statue in, the puppeteer took a step forward and attracted his own puppet.
His masterpiece was unanimously amazed by the rest of the killers. And when it was Tian Chu's turn, Sha Sha, who was in charge of checking him, lowered his head and looked at his invitation card.
"Your masterpiece...is a bottle of perfume?" The Sha's voice was hoarse and weird, with a strong smell of blood. It rolled its blood-red eyes and looked at Tianchu: "Where's your perfume?"
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent. All the ghosts turned their eyes and looked at this unwelcome guest who had never brought a work.
Being watched by dozens of pairs of eyes like this, for a moment, there was a feeling of black clouds overwhelming the city. However, in this gloomy air, Tian Chu shrugged his shoulders and said hoarsely: "I wrote to Morse a month ago, telling him that my perfume still lacks the last ingredient to be perfect."
That one rolled its eyes and licked its own lips: "There is such a thing."
"In the past three years, I have found twelve beautiful women, extracted the best parts of them, and made them into perfume. However, I found that this is not perfect. Today's perfume is just anyone It’s just a vulgar powder that can be made, and I still lack the thirteenth material—the thirteenth material that can make it unique.” Tian Chu said, with a lunatic flash in his eyes. Fanatic, "But what should the thirteenth material be? I have seen all kinds of beauties in this world, and I have extracted all kinds of flowers and trees in this world..."
Perhaps because his expression was too impassioned, all the ghosts present were immersed in his speech. Even the puppeteer who originally wanted to leave the scene couldn't help stretching his neck.
"Finally, I found the perfect thirteenth material—that is, people. For a perfume, its ultimate destination is to be sprayed on a person. Therefore, a suitable object for applying perfume, It is the thirteenth most perfect material!" Tianchu raised his hands, "And who should that person be? Who else can do it? Who else can do it all? Only me, only me—the only one The creator of perfume, the maker of all these perfections. I am so handsome, so perfect, and this kind of me—I want to wear perfume and become the god of the new century... Ahem, sorry, I’m running out of lines.”
As he spoke his last words, he gave a very kind smile.
Ghosts: …
"You mean, you sprayed your perfume on your body? And you...is the artwork you brought?" Sha twitched his eyelids.
"To be precise, it's my smell." Tian Chu said seriously.
Even the puppeteer was shocked by Tianchu's shamelessness, how dare he say these words because of the smell on his body?
Sha: ...
"Do you want to check? I will cooperate with your inspection work." Tianchu smiled heartily, "I sprayed them on my ankles, although it is a bit embarrassing, but if you want to see, I can take it right now…”
Sha: ...
Sha was silent for a while, he seemed to be struggling, but in the end he felt that he was perverted enough as a serial killer, and he didn't need to sniff another man's ankle to make himself appear more perverted. Therefore, he finally nodded silently and firmly, placed a paper flower on Tian Chu's chest, and said, "No, no need, you can go in."
"Thank you for your trust in me." Tian Chu saluted.
The puppeteer and Tianchu walked into the venue silently. Coincidentally, their seats were right next to each other. The puppeteer whispered: "Your way of clearing the level... is too..."
"Ok?"
Puppeteer: "It's nothing, it's just a feeling, a little bit, abnormal."
Tian Chu showed him a kind smile: "Everyone has their own lower limit."
The big beauty showed a kind smile, which should be pleasing to the eye. But for some reason, the puppeteer felt cold on his back. He touched the goose bumps on his body. His dolls stood silently behind him.
And another group of people is sitting in the corner of the venue at the moment. One of them whispered: "You said—when will that Lei Feng appear?"
"At least not now." Another person said, "Although his name sounds very aggressive, I think he should be very cautious. It is absolutely impossible to appear in the venue at this time... Ah!"
He suddenly screamed: "Which of you just stepped on my foot?"
The rest of the people looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Don't worry about this." Seeing that Morse, who was hosting the tea party, hadn't come for a long time, there was gradually commotion in the venue, the middle-aged man arranged in a low voice, "Now we are on the third floor, and that mysterious man doesn't know whereabouts. Two of us, go out and find him—see what room he's hiding in now."
His words were echoed by his companions. Two of them stood up and said, "Let's go."
"Although I don't know why he hasn't appeared at this time, he must have hidden secrets." The shrill man laughed coldly, "Since he has lived here, he must be kept. There are traces of existence. It is time to take a good look at what kind of person this so-called 'Lei Feng' is."
"But he still doesn't dare to come forward, he must be a coward?" Another person sneered.
The two left the crowded hall through the small door. Outside the hall, there is an empty corridor. The two who talked so much didn't realize at all that when they left the hall, the small door that they hadn't closed at first...
It was closed.
In the air behind them, there seemed to be a series of footprints, sneaking behind them, but they never disappeared.
In the ballroom, the person who was questioned said to Tian Chu: "According to the rules of previous years, each artist needs to display his work in public on the middle stage and share his creative ideas. Put your own paper flowers on the other party's booth. In the end, the work with the most paper flowers will become the most beautiful artwork today."
"I see." Tian Chu nodded, seemingly thoughtful, "It means that after the exhibition ends, the person who owns the most paper flowers can become the holder of the best artwork today? Need to snatch the paper Flowers, or rather, at the end..."
"There is no other contestant, and the final winner can only be me." He whispered, "However, this method is not only energy-saving, but also a bit tiring. If this is the case..."
The puppeteer watched Tian Chu approach the serial killer A beside him, and said in a low voice, "Are you going to throw the paper flower to me?"
Serial Killer A: ?
He looked Tian Chu up and down, as if remembering that he was the shocking perfume man at the door before, and said dryly: "Eh, although you are beautiful, but... I am not interested in men."
"Actually, I can dress up as a woman. Think carefully about it." Tianchu said kindly, "I dress up as a woman, and you give me flowers. Or if you die, I'll bring your flowers."
Puppeteer: ...
He sat silently a little further away from Tian Chu.
On the other side, the killers who left from the third floor also made new discoveries.
After leaving from the third floor, they walked down the corridor to the second floor, and searched for traces of "Lei Feng" living in each room.
They were working so hard and so ignorant that they had no idea when they left the hall and were looking around for that person ^
A shadow has followed behind them.
Finally, they opened the room marked 2024. The moment the door was opened, one of them was pleasantly surprised to find that there were traces of someone living inside.
"Look here," one of them pointed to the notebook on the desk, "Is this notebook something left by him?"
"Keep the notebook? What is he going to write on it? The battle plan? Who will write the battle plan in the notebook..." Another person stepped forward to pick up the notebook.
He flipped through it and said, "This seems to be... his diary?"