ghost on paper

Chapter 35

Although Truman had never touched the door that separated the central area of ​​the warehouse from other areas before, he had always seen its opening process when the carriage drove in.

The door was so thick, made of oak, iron, and so many rivets, that it would take a strong coachman to push it.

But now it is only a thin layer of skin.

No, it seemed to be turned into a piece of paper, which was instantly broken by Truman's poking. This made Truman realize that there might be a very strange pollution in the central area.

Truman also experienced the pollution caused by the out-of-control of Lingwen.

Chen Xing was burned into a 'burnt angel' right in front of him.

Truman has always kept a respectful distance from pollution.

But this time, this time is different.

A wonderful sense of excitement, excitement and joy rose from the bottom of my heart. It should be a very dangerous situation, but Truman burst out with the pleasure and tension of "I will perform on stage".

I am laughing.

Truman touched the silver mask on his face and felt a curved arc.

The mask is laughing.

……

half an hour ago.

Truman guessed that the "mysterious monument" mentioned by the owner of the workshop should have arrived at the shipping company.

So I wanted to find out. For this kind of thing, of course, the avatar must be activated. Anyway, the loss of the avatar is lost, and the "share" is just reduced.

And the moment he put on the mask, Truman felt a little different.

The moment he jumped out of the window, the wind suddenly rang in his ears, and he actually felt that he was Spiderman, Superman, Iron Man... He was any hero or villain who could jump freely in this city, and this city was his. stage.

Truman felt weird at the time, but then suppressed this feeling.

……

Now, face possible contamination.

This feeling came again.

The excitement boiled in his heart, and the idea of ​​"going to perform on stage" was so exciting that Truman felt that he needed to indulge once.

At this time, the sound of "Xi Xi Su Su Sui" suddenly came out in front of Trumen.

The reason why it is called 'in front of' is that when Truman heard the sounds, he also saw them.

It was a group of mice, fleeing desperately, forming a dark cluster on the ground faster and thicker than the dark color in the warehouse.

Small animals are always the most sensitive to danger.

There must have been great danger in the heart of the warehouse.

Truman originally felt that this situation was normal, but suddenly realized something was wrong!

Because the swarm of rats he saw, the swarm of rats moving like shadows, turned out to be just shadows!

The mice were pouring out like silhouettes in a shadow play.

They are just shadows.

Viewed from the side, in groups.

From a slightly straighter angle, it looks like vertical strips of black paper.

These are shadow mice, paper mice!

Truman's scalp was a little numb, and he felt dazzled, but it was still the same when he looked again.

Is this a strange polluted creature...

Seeing the paper mice rushing towards him, Truman was vigilant in his heart, with a strange high spirit, and the corner of his mouth let out a laugh: "Hey~ thin little mouse~"

What a fart you are laughing... Truman wanted to slap himself, but in the next second, a more wonderful image attracted him.

The mice rushed through the gate of the central area. The paper door that was smashed by Truman seemed to be separated by a boundary, so the mice that crossed the boundary turned back into flesh and blood.

It turned into a group of gray fur mice, but maybe the previous paper form was too fragile, so when it turned back to flesh and blood, it fell into a ball.

It didn't simply fall into a ball, but turned its flesh and blood, and fell into a huge flower of flesh and blood with black hair turning over.

This is not over yet.

In the pool of flesh and blood, there was a mouse in a slightly complete form rushing out, driving the whole pool of flesh and blood towards Truman like a huge mouse with fur growing randomly.

But just as if it was about to rush over, it immediately dispersed again, and fell to the ground with a 'snap', blood and fur overflowing.

That appearance was so terrifying that Truman couldn't help admiring: "It's so handsome~"

Anything is so handsome... Truman felt that the emotions in his head should be called crazy.

……

After seeing this or this bunch of crazy mice, Truman began to head towards the central area with great interest.

The central area is relatively large. If the entire warehouse has thousands of square meters, the central area accounts for a quarter of it.

There are shelves everywhere, and there is a wide road among the shelves, which can accommodate carriages to unload goods here.

At this time, the cry for help became more and more real in Truman's ears.

He walked forward quickly, and his figure was very agile. His surrounding vision was dim, but the central area was brighter. There was an electric light there, which should be the place where appraisers work, so his vision was very clear.

Truman saw a monument over two meters high... well, it really was a monument.

Now Truman can determine the source of the cry for help.

It's that monument.

The monument is calling for help.

The voice belonged to Abu.

"Save me...help me..."

Truman found it very strange, because he clearly heard the voice coming from the stele, but how could a stele call for help?

Slowly approaching, the light shines on the stele, showing the unique dark brown texture of pottery, and it can be seen more clearly: there is a personal image walking on the stele.

The surface of the pottery stele is originally engraved with a large number of traces. Those traces may be spiritual scripts, or they may be gibberish codes without any meaning. It is the job of the appraiser to distinguish whether it can be translated.

But now the suspected existence of Abu seems to be sucked into the inside of the stele. This scene can't help but make Truman feel suspicious.

Abu was eaten by this stele?
But on closer inspection, it was wrong.

The stele and the figures on the stele have obvious bumps.

It should be a figure pasted on the stele.

It looks like a person has been swallowed into the stele, but in fact it is a human figure pasted on the stele.

That's much more reasonable... completely unreasonable!

The next moment, Truman realized that the reason why he thought this scene was reasonable was because of the paper mice he saw just now.

Truman took a few steps forward. According to the experience of the mice just now, he realized that if he wanted to save Abu, he had to take Abu out of this area, and at the same time take him out completely, so that he could return to his flesh and blood .

However, just take one step.

Truman felt that there was something extra under his feet, and it made a 'click' sound.

Ok?
Truman bowed his head.

boom!
The explosion happened on the spot.

The yellow flame wants to engulf Truman.

Truman was one step faster than the rising flames.

The 'sensitivity' technique made him seem to be blown away, but in fact, most of the time it was Truman who used his strength to jump away.

is 'trick'.

Truman smelled 'skill' from this explosion.

"Who is your Excellency? Why did you trespass on the warehouse of Habs Shipping Company?" A voice sounded, "Leave immediately, I can pretend that this incident never happened!"

Truman stood on the ground in the posture of an Olympic gymnast, looked over to the voice, and saw two people standing side by side, the one on the left was wearing a dark formal suit and a silver wig, and the one on the right was wearing a black veil with a curvaceous figure but no body. Show even an inch of skin.

The steward of Habsburg, and another appraiser of the shipping company, Hei Sha.

Truman didn't notice them just now, because they hid farther away, seeming to be watching the pollution.

"Hey~" Truman smiled.

Of course he won't go.

He still has a show to do.

And at this moment, at this second, he felt his 'share' begin to grow.

　Update~ The next one will be a little later, the train arrived at BJ this morning, and then I rushed to the company to work, I took the time to code a chapter, and the next chapter has not been spared yet, a little later, probably at 1 pm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)