Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 137 The Hero You Don't Know

Susie leaned against the car door and looked at the distant sky.

She stood in the wasteland, the truck parked crookedly.

"It's all here, why don't you go?"

Schneider asked.

"Professor, you also saw the car accident."

"Ah."

"You didn't hit it on purpose."

Susie also twitched her lips.

"No more."

she says.

"A good knife should not have a sheath."

"What a weird kid."

"Are you awkward?"

Susie said.

"That's who I am."

Professor Schneider laughed heartily twice.

He was in a good mood.

No student needs to die.

There's nothing more satisfying than an ending like this.

"By the way, Professor, there is something I want to..."

"Oh, what did you say?"

Schneider knocked on the earphones and said in confusion.

"Is there anyone on the phone this afternoon? It seems not."

Susie said with a chuckle.

"Thank you Professor."

"Haha."

Schneider smiled.

"You and Chu Zihang."

"They're all good boys."

The three of Chu Zihang rested on the spot for half an hour, and then decided to continue exploring.

By now they were almost certain that Qian Mian was not in the safe house.

After such a big commotion, it's no wonder he can still hide it.

Although the safest way is to leave for the time being, and explore after recuperating.

But time waits for no one, in case a thousand faces come back and see that the safe house is full of Deadpool's corpses, they turn around and run away without saying a word. They are really looking for a needle in a haystack if they want to find this dangerous hybrid again.

In fact, when they discovered Thousand Faces' safe house, they had a vague guess.

Qian Mian is probably not alone.

There is a huge organization behind him.

Otherwise, the existence of this safe house cannot be explained.

So is Deadpool.

How could it be possible for an ordinary dangerous hybrid to raise so many Deadpools.

It is even unknown whether Cassel can do this.

After all, as we all know, deadpools are creatures dominated by the desire to kill. Apart from submitting to dragons, their minds are only fighting and killing.

Raising dead servants is a false proposition from the beginning, unless you have mastered the technology of taming monsters.

But is there really?
such technology.

On both sides of the passage, there were doors that opened wide.

Presumably Deadpool escaped from these rooms.

The three of them went into the room one by one to check.

"This layout,"

Han Ye said.

"Like a laboratory."

He was right, the room was very monotonous, and the monotony was depressing.

Pale walls, floors and ceilings, a row of iron-gray beds are abruptly displayed in the center, and there are white cloths scattered on the ground beside the beds, probably originally covering Deadpool's body.

They imagined that Deadpool sat up from the bed after smelling the breath of humans, and the white cloth on Gaizai's body slipped off, revealing a face like a ghost.

It's like a horror movie.

"laboratory?"

The senior brother went to see Han Ye strangely.

"Shouldn't normal people think of the morgue? Why do you think of the laboratory?"

"Haha."

Han Ye laughed awkwardly.

"Isn't that how it's done in movies? Frankenstein uses human corpses to study immortality. I seem to have seen it in it, and I was very impressed."

"oh oh."

Brother suddenly realized.

"You mean Frankenstein, I've seen that movie too, indeed."

Let him touch it.

"When you put it that way, it's really similar."

"Speaking of which, if this is really a safe house for thousands of faces."

Han Ye asked puzzled.

"Then how did he manage not to be attacked by these Deadpool?"

"Is there really someone who can control Deadpool?"

"Who knows?"

The brother shrugged.

This action touched the wound, causing the man to grin his teeth for a while.

"Wait, that's it!"

Han Ye exclaimed.

"what?"

The senior brother followed Han Ye's gaze.

His eyes widened.

It is the only hospital bed still covered with a white cloth.

And look at its raised outline.

The things below are still there.

"Is it Deadpool?"

Han Ye asked.

Chu Zihang stepped forward.

But the senior brother held him back and shook his head.

"I come."

He raised his eyebrows.

"It's just a dead waiter, don't worry leave it to me."

"Yeah yeah."

Han Ye supported Chu Zihang with his hands wrapped in huge brown gloves.

From the paleness of the boy's lips, it is not difficult to see how bad his state is at the moment.

"Thank you."

Chu Zihang said.

Han Ye froze for a moment, touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

The senior brother has come to the bedside.

He is ready to fight at any time.

Then he picked up the white cloth with a big sword.

Han Ye and Chu Zihang also looked over.

Under the dignified eyes of the three.

The objects under the white cloth reveal their true colors.

The brother blinked in confusion.

"It turns out...it's not Deadpool."

On the hospital bed was a handsome man.

It can be seen that the short broken hair has been carefully managed and meticulous.

The eyebrows and eyes look like a young man, with eyes closed naturally, at first glance, it will give people the illusion that the boy is probably asleep.

The man's hands were peacefully stacked on his lower abdomen, and there was light makeup on his face.

The senior brother let out a little snort, tapped the man's cheek with his finger, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

"what happened?"

Han Ye asked.

The senior brother frowned for a while.

He showed his finger to the curious Han Ye.

"this is……"

"pigment."

Brother said.

"The pigments used for oil painting, because of my family, I know a little about these pigments."

The senior brother frowned, while rubbing off the paint between his fingers, he looked at the man's face on the hospital bed.

"Strange, is it thousands of faces?"

He muttered to himself.

"Make up a dead body with oil paint."

"What do you think?"

"With paint..."

Han Yemao's eyes widened like that.

"Make up the corpse!"

He looked down at the man's peaceful face.

Suddenly felt a chill.

Han Ye rubbed his arms trembling.

He imagined Qianmian sitting beside the hospital bed, preparing paint on the palette, and applying makeup to the corpse stroke by stroke.

Chances are Qianmian will still be singing while doing this.

Such as Mozart's dance music or something.

"What a pervert."

Han Ye said.

Chu Zihang nodded towards the corpse.

"excuse me."

He said.

Then gently opened the hands where the corpses were stacked.

Under those hands, is a glass bottle.

"This is……"

Han Ye moved closer and said in confusion.

"earthworm?"

Yes.

Under the man's folded hands was a glass bottle containing earthworms.

The worms were dead, stiffly tangled and lifeless.

"Why are there earthworms?"

Han Ye asked.

"Maybe... Qianmian did it."

Brother guessed.

"Analyzing Qianmian's previous modus operandi, he often processed the victim's corpse to a certain extent, just like performing artistic creation."

"Art!"

Han Ye clicked his tongue.

"Sounds like a pervert!"

"Dangerous hybrid."

The senior brother shook his head.

"What do you think, what is a dangerous hybrid? This guy probably doesn't see himself as a human anymore."

"However, it's strange."

He frowned.

"Qian Mian has always only preyed on women."

"Why is it a man this time?"

"This is not in line with his law of crime."

"Maybe."

Han Ye guessed.

"Is it more serious to become Deadpool with Thousand Faces?"

"Can't control the dragon's desire to kill?"

The senior brother pondered.

"That makes sense."

"But."

His eyes fell on the carefully made-up face of the corpse.

From the exquisiteness of this makeup, it is not difficult to see how hard Qian Mian was at that time, probably with the attitude of creating a work of art.

Even, it is more delicate than most of the previous cases.

"Can a hybrid controlled by the desire to kill really have such a painting level?"

"And, having said that."

"The reason why we believe that Thousand Faces is a dangerous hybrid, falling towards Deadpool."

"On the one hand, it is because Qianmian commits crimes frequently."

"On the other hand are the claw marks found at the crime scene."

"Now, now that we have identified Deadpool."

The senior brother looked at Han Ye and Chu Zihang with a strange gaze.

"If those traces are left by Deadpool."

"So, is there such a possibility?"

"He with a thousand faces has not fallen."

"He just wanted to kill someone."

As soon as the words came out, the brother also noticed his slip of the tongue.

"That's not a good way to say it."

"Um……"

"Let's give an example."

He thought about it.

"There is."

"Do you know Hannibal?"

"It seems to be a character in Yi Yi's novel, a murderous psychiatrist."

"Yes."

Brother said.

"Actually, the prototype of Hannibal in this novel is a hybrid."

"I suspect that Thousand Faces is someone like Hannibal."

Chu Zihang closed the man's folded hands again.

Squeeze the glass bottle.

Cover him with a white cloth.

"I remember."

Han Ye said suddenly.

"The tramp!"

"The wanderer you mentioned disappeared here!"

"Could it be him!"

Chu Zihang described the man's facial features to Susie.

"correct."

Susie answered in the affirmative.

"it's him."

"Sure enough."

Han Ye was a little lonely.

"Still can't catch up."

"You boy."

The senior brother put his hands on Han Ye's head and rubbed his hair.

"It's really sad. If you go to Kassel, join the Lionheart Club."

"Then enter the executive department and use your hands to rewrite those tragedies."

Han Ye nodded vigorously.

"Is the Lionheart?"

he murmured.

At the end of the passage is a heavy iron door locked with a 36-digit password disk.

Han Ye bent his fingers and knocked, feeling the feedback from the iron gate, he couldn't help clicking his tongue.

"It's really thick."

Even in his heyday, with all his strength, he probably wouldn't be able to break through.

"Let let, let let."

The senior brother pushed him aside.

"Look at it, this is a real technical job!"

After the proud introduction, he offered a seat to Chu Zihang, and watched the chairman's operation with Han Ye without blinking.

Han Ye saw Chu Zihang take out a ball of plasticine, the kind of small toy that kindergarten teachers give children to pinch elephants and giraffes.

He had thought so.

It wasn't until Chu Zihang led the two of them away that he didn't know what this man had done. When Han Ye was still confused, there was a muffled bang.

Han Ye stared at the open iron gate dumbfounded.

"Fried... exploded!"

"Ok!"

Brother is also amazed.

"This kind of environment similar to a closed space can also be detonated safely, and the door can be opened accurately. It really deserves to be the master key produced by the equipment department."

"Master key!"

Han Ye had a hellish expression on his face.

"You call that thing a master key!"

He remembered the plasticine.

sorry!
He confessed to the kindergarten teachers and children in his heart.

You probably can't pinch a giraffe with this plasticine.

Who can resist plasticine that can explode.

"of course."

The senior brother patiently explained to him.

"It has been tested by the equipment department. As long as the quantity is enough, the vault door can be blown open."

"So, look, even the door of the treasury can't be blocked, there is no door in this world that can't be opened."

"It's a master key, right?"

"The door is broken, of course it can be opened!"

Han Ye was powerless.

"I think you may have misunderstood the matter of opening the door. This master key really opens it."

"Make a big deal out of a molehill."

The senior brother waved his hand calmly.

"Just get used to it."

"I don't think I might get used to it."

The two followed Chu Zihang into the iron gate.

The entrance is warm yellow light.

Pumpkin lanterns hanging from the roof.

The triangular eyes and mouth are cut out like a Halloween decoration.

"It looks like some kind of warm children's toy."

Han Ye murmured.

"Think about it, this is hung with thousands of faces, is it still warm?"

Brother said.

Han Ye's face fell down, his expression was full of chills.

"Not at all."

"Snapped."

Han Ye turned on the light.

A warm yellow light enveloped the entire room.

Han Ye and his senior brother's expressions changed.

A figure stands in the room.

Some are wearing complicated gothic long dresses, gloomy black, dark rose net socks, a pair of pale little hands lift the skirt slightly, and their knees are light, as if saluting.

Some wear baseball caps, smart sportswear, one leg is strong, and the other is raised high, revealing the tight and healthy curve from the thigh to the buttocks, which is the movement of pitching in baseball.

There are many more other girls.

Most of them are dresses, either gorgeous or fresh.

The three of them walked among them, as if they had entered the ball of the British nobles in the last century.

Turning around and looking around, the girls smiled like flowers, and a beautiful youthful atmosphere came to their faces.

"all these are……"

Han Ye murmured.

"Did Qianmian do it?"

The brother tapped lightly on the face of a girl in a ballet pose.

"It's paint."

He said.

See each girl's face one by one.

Or shy or chuckle or naive or slightly angry.

"It's all...painted!"

Han Ye's eyes lit up.

"Look, there really is a phonograph!"

He flipped the switch.

It's too late for senior brother to stop it.

Crisp and flowing piano music.

Reminds me of The Maiden in the Moonlight.

"To Alice."

Han also said.

"Beethoven's Für Elise!"

"What kind of face is this? It's quite enjoyable. There are so many dolls. Listen..."

"I think."

The senior brother tugged at him.

Han Ye saw Chu Zihang holding Cun Yu.

"what happened?"

he muttered.

Turned.

For just a moment, he was stunned.

A room full of girls, girls who thought they were dolls.

Actually following the melody for Alice.

Dance slowly.

"Is it an alchemy tool?"

Brother said.

"Wait, there seems to be more here, next one."

Han Ye pressed the button.

"Clang clang clang!"

Soul-stirring notes.

A timeless classic.

Symphony of Destiny.

And the moment this song sounded.

It was as if the gods had grasped fate.

The girls knelt down one after another, their knees touching the ground, and their heads bowed deeply.

"Is this a prayer?"

Brother said.

"Play the symphony of fate and pray."

"It's really good at playing with thousands of faces."

"Am I right."

His voice is getting smaller and smaller.

He looked towards the phonograph as if he had seen a ghost.

The boy hugged his knees, crouched in a corner, curled up, and shivered.

Just by looking at him, one can feel the great fear and helplessness exuding from him.

"Han... Brother Han."

The senior brother was tongue-tied.

(End of this chapter)