Chapter 127

After a brief period of confusion, order was finally established on the steps.

Most of them backed out.

Those who stay are almost all bionic human executives.

Wu Yu smelled ammonia when he first came in, so Lu Wen had to guard against it.

It's related to the smell. It's basically related to the explosion.

After stating the pros and cons, only a few media chose to stay to see the development of the follow-up.

"In fact, things have almost developed, and it is estimated that it will be over soon."

The crowd stood at the gate.

It's a bit crowded.

The media people are holding up their cameras.

They were all speechless in the sight of the picture.

The crack that separates the people from the little painter is like a hell of corpses. The corpses seem to be struggling, and the twisted expression on their faces is particularly terrible.

"There are snakes in that big pit!" A media person exclaimed.

"No, it's not a snake. It's..." An executive officer of bionic human opened his mouth to explain, but he frowned and looked up the database for a long time, and found no corresponding creature.

Bili's biological database doesn't hold this snake like creature.

It shouldn't be.

This database claims to contain all the creatures that have appeared since ancient times.

"That's what the teacher brought back from no man's land, not ordinary no man's land, but those who have been polluted." The little painter sat in front of the crowd, far away.

"His teacher is zero." Lu Wen said to the public.

"The teacher said that although my painting is very good, it looks too dead and lifeless, so I found some lovely creatures from the no man's land."

Painting?

The little painter called this terrible crack a painting.

"The name of this painting is purgatory. It's some kind of attempt for me. How about 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 always criticize those masterpieces that should have been handed down from generation to generation with personal color."

The little painter swept the crowd at the door with a little regret.

Finally he shook his head.

None of these people can understand his art.

Only teachers have such a realm.

"I've made a lot of artworks in this place, but in the end they all became monsters in your mouth. I'm very puzzled. Do you really not realize the beauty of red and blue, the misshapen beauty and the fragmentary happiness?"

"I think some people can understand it, but the outside voice makes them dare not admit their inner thoughts, so the artists are submerged in the sea of mediocre people."

The little painter began to pack his things.

Palette, palette, brush

He seems to feel very boring. It's a waste of words to communicate with these people who don't know art.

One executive pulled out a gun at his waist and pointed it at the little painter.

"by the way, I forgot to tell you that this place will explode in ten minutes. It sounds very long, doesn't it?" The little painter held out a finger and shook it gently. "But as long as I die, the time before the explosion will be shortened to one second."

"Put down the gun. What he said is credible."

The little painter is very similar to zero in some aspects, so it is not enough to cheat people on this point.

"Goodbye, everyone."

He gave a little smile and a little bow, giving a more elegant etiquette.

At the end of the back hall, a stone door turned over.

The little painter is ready to leave.

"Jing Le, Bai Sisi is still waiting for you to take her to the exhibition!"

This is the first time Lu Wen called out the name of a little painter.

He took the name himself.

Jing Le turned his back to the crowd and looked at Lu Wen.

Very clear blue eyes.

In a trance, Lu Wen felt as if he had met the familiar street painter again.

"That's my favorite painting. You Take her to see it for me. "

It's a soft voice.

After that, the little painter turned around and walked into the stone gate without looking back this time.

……

No man's land.

Some abandoned city.

The battle between the two snipers is over.

A shot echoed in the empty street.

Vassily dragged his cracked leg, gritted his teeth, and bit by bit climbed into a corridor.

He's down in the dumps now.

The gun in his hand was shot down by No. 9 in a certain battle.

And then I never had a chance to pick it up again.

"Vasili, you have lost the qualification to resist. You are doomed to die here today. This is a big stain in your life."He sat down by the corridor, still talking to himself.

Number nine has been playing with him.

From the beginning, his resistance was in vain.

Every time.

He thought he had found No. 9's hiding place, and in the end he just made himself more embarrassed.

No. 9 seems to be nonexistent and ubiquitous.

He is the ghost of the city.

Watch where you can't see, reap life bit by bit.

Again and again.

Vassili gave up his resistance.

He is like a wild dog in a mess, running around the city just for a chance of life.

It's ridiculous to think about it now.

"What it's like to be a hunter for so many years and become a prey today."

There was a sudden sound outside the street.

Then came the sound of footsteps from far to near.

"On the ninth, I failed, but I just missed the chance. If I did it again, I would not make such a low-level mistake again."

"Yes, but the bionics you killed don't have a chance to do it again, and you do."

Lu Wen stands at the entrance of the dilapidated corridor.

The sun hit him, and the shadow swayed gently between the gravel and gravel in the corridor.

"Next time I meet you, I will personally take off your head and send it to the Sixth District executive board, asking them to hang at the gate as a warning."

"I'll tell you about your new body."

Vasili, the fourth generation of core red, also has data backup.

Although he lost badly this time, all his equipment was left in no man's land.

But the wealth accumulated over the years is enough for him to have a new body and buy all the necessary equipment again.

"Welcome to no man's land at any time. I'm curious that you have enough money to revive you several times."

Lu Wen light smile, raised a gun to solve this guy.

……

Maugham.

It's evening.

The executive board is back in town.

The little painter didn't cheat them. In the end, it did explode. The monster factory and countless rotten bodies were buried in endless sand.

There's no day to see the sun again.

"Lu Wen comes back victoriously and pulls out the monster factory of No.0 outside Mau city!"

The title is to the point.

But Lu Wen's fans are boiling.

Many passers-by also expressed their gratitude to Lu Wen. Since then, they don't have to worry about the appearance of monsters every day.

The supporters of the fourth generation of Vasili are not very happy.

So they also began to create a topic, at least a little sense of existence.

"Vassily is still hunting No. 9 in no man's land. He will come back with No. 9's head!"

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Good night, fellow readers!