A Man with Paper Slips Plastered over His Face (Four Thousand Words)

Seeing that the Red Eyes Club had accepted the newcomer and was preparing to begin the guidance process, Xiao Xiao left alone. Black Gate City was indeed becoming more and more standardized in every aspect. Even Mingming it was still the same people, and even fewer in number than when he had just awakened, and their average strength was also lower, it inexplicably began to give people a sense of security.

Perhaps it's because order and rules themselves are things that can make people feel at ease?

Xiao Xiao pondered all of this, a lingering sense of oppression remained in his heart.

He could see the efforts of Mister Ye and Yang Jia, and he could also see the changes they brought about.

However, it always felt that whether it was the cleanup and order that Mister Ye brought to Black Gate City, or Yang Jia's tireless efforts to give hope to the strangers in Black Gate City, it all seemed to be based on a "foreign land" and "return".

But can we really go back?

While all the forces in Black Gate City were busy getting things done, he, the nominal guild leader, was doing absolutely nothing.

Xiao Xiao understood that perhaps the most important thing for him to do at this moment was to go to the Old Chairman's small building to learn about everything he had researched back then, and even prepare to inherit and promote his Noah Project.

But the thought of what Uncle Chen had told him back then made him feel even more pressured.

After telling himself that it was the road guide, or the Arcane Compass, that led him into the small building, Uncle Chen, in accordance with his role as the guardian of the Old Chairman's estate, told Xiao Xiao about the Old Chairman's greatest desires and pursuits.

Xiao Xiao didn't even tell Yang Jia these things.

But he is unable to decide whether to inherit these things, because the responsibility is too great.

Perhaps I am no longer a newcomer.

However, he still felt that he knew far too little about the world and was not worthy of making such a ruthless decision.

So...

... Never mind, let's go back to the office and play Minesweeper!

Before finding his father and figuring out what happened to him, perhaps the only thing that truly matters is accumulating more points to strengthen himself and those special items as much as possible.

However, what's puzzling is that while points can be spent quickly, where do you find them when you need them?

Ordinary aberration events don't earn nearly enough money...

Unbeknownst to Xiao Xiao, as he returned to his office with a disdainful attitude towards Xiao Qian, a strange mist had quietly spread across the deserted streets on the western edge of Black Gate City, engulfing the stone-paved path.

In the fog, even the light from the streetlights appeared pale.

The sounds of residents watching TV, arguing, and doing private things inside the houses on both sides quietly faded away.

Only the homeless man on the roadside quietly hunched his shoulders and covered himself with the cardboard box.

From the depths of the fog, a figure gradually appeared.

He walked forward with light steps, a hint of emotion on his face. As he drew closer, his figure emerged from the mist, revealing him to be a slender man with his face covered in white paper strips.

A pair of dark eyes were faintly visible beneath the white paper strips fluttering in the wind.

It looks mysterious and has a somewhat eerie quality.

Once his body was completely out of the fog, he had reached the end of the street. Looking up, the vast and profound scenery of Black Gate City came into view, and his eyes, hidden beneath the note, seemed to light up with excitement.

But he didn't say a word, slowly squatted down, and looked down at the ground.

He was muttering to himself, as if he were talking to someone.

This bizarre sight, along with the unsettling atmosphere, startled homeless people on the roadside.

He had only glanced at the person stealthily at first, but seeing that the person remained squatting not far away for a long time without getting up, his panic and unease grew stronger. Finally, he mustered up his courage and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at over there?"

"I'm looking at this city..."

The other party was surprisingly friendly, and said with a smile, "I wanted to ask this city about something, but it wouldn't tell me."

"Shouldn't you ask someone for help if you just need to ask something?"

The homeless man didn't quite understand. "Why are you muttering to the ground?"

"Because, this city is actually alive."

The person with notes stuck to their face laughed and replied, "We all actually live in hell. You feel like you're still alive, don't you?"

"No, actually you have already died without realizing it. You look around and it feels very familiar, nothing has changed, but in fact we have all become ghosts, and this city is the jailer who guards us, making us suffer eternal pain."

These cryptic words made the homeless man increasingly uneasy, and he subconsciously changed the subject:

"So, did you manage to ask it?"

"..."

The person with the note stuck to their face laughed, "He wasn't really keen on saying, but I still managed to get pretty much the answer."

"That..."

The homeless man shrank back. "Now that you've found out, why aren't you leaving?"

He was terrified, feeling that if this person didn't leave soon, he would have to give up his relatively warm little home.

"Because I was thinking about how to say hello to them..."

The person with the note stuck to their face smiled, then suddenly turned to look at the homeless man. "Are you very hungry?"

The homeless man paused for a moment, then whispered, "I ate half a loaf of bread this morning."

"How can half a loaf of bread do the trick?"

The person with the note stuck to their face laughed and said, "Would you like to go to the convenience store up ahead, make a bowl of hot and spicy beef noodles, and add a sausage?"

The homeless man swallowed hard, but dared not speak.

He found it hard to believe that such a good thing would happen to him.

The person with the note stuck to their face seemed to understand the homeless man's thoughts and laughed, "I've told you, we're all in hell now. We're all evil spirits, but some have been chosen from among them to become ghost messengers, accomplices. Others are still suffering eternally without realizing it. But we hate this world..."

Why should you have to suffer? Why can't you have a bowl of hot and spicy beef noodles?

"..."

His voice was very seductive, and a longing gradually appeared in the homeless man's eyes.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal!"

The person with the note stuck to their face stood up with a smile and said, "As long as you're willing to come with me to the store up ahead."

As he spoke, he ignored the homeless man's reply and walked over first. After hesitating for a while, the homeless man quickly crawled out of the cardboard box and followed him to the store in front, keeping a certain distance.

He didn't expect that this person would actually spend money to buy a bowl of beef noodles, and even add sausage, which the clerk prepared for him.

The homeless man squatted next to the store, eating quickly and hurriedly, as if afraid the store would steal his food.

But the strange man with the note stuck to his face just smiled at him. When the homeless man was about to finish the last sip of soup, he suddenly said, "You don't seem to be full. How about we go to the restaurant up ahead and order some dishes, lots of meat and fish, and maybe even a few bottles of wine? We can enjoy the warm air conditioning while we eat and drink, and chat a bit."

The homeless man was stunned and could only nod vigorously.

So they actually went to a restaurant, ordered several dishes, including fish and meat, and even wine.

But before he had finished eating, he suddenly looked at the dishes on the table with disdain and said, "None of these are good. Do you want to eat lobster?"

"Would you like some caviar? Foie gras? And some red wine that costs tens of thousands of dollars a bottle?"

"..."

The homeless man felt as if he were in a beautiful dream, and could only nod repeatedly.

So, led by this person, he entered the upscale Western restaurant where he would have been turned away if he had even gotten a little closer before. He ate lobster and caviar that he had only ever seen on TV, and drank that sour but extremely expensive red wine. But just when he thought he had enjoyed the best things in his life, the person with the note on his face asked mysteriously:

"Want to play around with women? The most beautiful kind, as beautiful as celebrities."

"..."

The homeless man could hardly believe his eyes until the man actually led him into a high-end club.

Just a few hours ago, a homeless man who could only squat by the roadside, exposed to the cold wind, wondering where he would find breakfast the next day, suddenly found himself enjoying the best things in the world, things he wouldn't even dare to dream of. He was wearing a silk robe, a cigar in his mouth, and holding two stunningly beautiful women in his arms, feeling like he had everything.

The person with the note stuck to their face just kept smiling at him.

No matter what the homeless man was doing, he just waited patiently, even when the homeless man was in bed with two beautiful women.

He waited until the homeless man finished his business, then came up to him contentedly, thanked him sincerely, and then smiled and leaned forward slightly, saying gently, "Have you had enough fun? Is there anything else you want, or anything you'd like to eat or play?"

"Alright, alright..."

The homeless man, overcome with gratitude, said, "I never imagined I'd have such good fortune in my life..."

"But why are you being so nice to me..."

"..."

"Because we click with each other..."

The person with the note stuck to their face laughed and said, "Besides, what's one day? How about we do this every day from now on?"

"Really?"

The homeless man's expression was one of surprise and delight; his previously cloudy and dull eyes were now brimming with intense joy.

"Of course."

The person with the note stuck to their face laughed and said, "Go get me a beer first, then we can chat."

"Well..."

The homeless man was overjoyed and turned to grab a beer from the table.

But just as he turned around, the person with the note stuck to his face suddenly made a move.

His movements were lightning fast and incredibly precise. His fingers, like iron hooks, pierced the homeless man's head in an instant, destroying his thalamus to prevent the man from experiencing intense pain during his death.

Once he was certain that the homeless man had died within a very short time, he carefully supported him and laid him down.

The homeless man's expression had frozen, but it still carried a hopeful smile and a look of contentment.

His life ended at the most fulfilling and hopeful time of his life.

Even the act of killing him was precisely calculated.

The timing and actions were extremely precise, so as to avoid the fear of being killed from ruining his hard-won joy and happiness.

"I really envy you, brother, to be able to die in the happiest of times without suffering at all..."

He smiled at the homeless man, his eyes full of pity and sympathy.

Then, he picked up the homeless man's body and gently placed it on the soft bed in the hotel. He personally cleaned and tidied the man's body, shaved his beard, and fixed his hair before carefully and slowly tearing open his chest piece by piece.

Some things were taken out, and some things were put in.

Every movement was extremely meticulous and rigorous, filled with respect for the person.

More than an hour passed, and it was already getting light outside, before he finally finished his work.

Then, he picked up the homeless man, slowly walked out of the room, took the elevator downstairs, and arrived at the most bustling intersection in the city. He then placed the homeless man, who had been made into a work of art, in the middle of the intersection.

Time passed slowly, the sky gradually brightened, and there were more vehicles on the road.

The first few cars that passed by didn't even notice the slightly stiff and strange figure in the middle of the street.

It wasn't until the sun's rays fully illuminated the city that people inside the vehicles suddenly spotted the figure.

After taking a closer look, she suddenly screamed in surprise.

Then, a sense of panic began at this intersection and quickly spread throughout the city.

"Beep—"

"Ding-a-ling..."

"..."

Xiao Xiao had just fallen asleep after returning home from the bar when he was quickly awakened by emails and phone calls.

Then he learned about the strange thing that had just happened in Black Gate City, and he also saw the carefully arranged artwork.

He was a man wearing an expensive white suit, with a satisfied and happy smile on his face.

The eyes were gouged out, and two red roses replaced them.

His body was positioned in an elegant walking posture, with one hand outstretched as if asking for something.

That eerie feeling was unforgettable and left a deep impression on the mind.

"A psychopathic killer?"

Xiao Xiao didn't sense Pain Substance or abnormal aura from the homeless man, and frowned slightly.

"No."

Yang Jia shook her head. "This is how the Hell Organization greets people."

"This is telling us that they're coming soon..."

One more chapter today.