"Oh, Master Qingtang, it's unfair!"
Gu Huaiwei never takes sides. Both sides are her precious customers, and she only takes the perspective that is beneficial to business.
Her voice softened. "That girl has a powerful cross on her body. If you ask those low-level weirdos to chase her, they probably won't be able to catch up. Why waste their time?"
He looks like he is thinking about the other person.
Han Zhusheng stood there surrounded by black air.
"As for you, you just said that you would use his hands and feet to fill the four corners of the bookshelf, but you didn't say that you would take his life. You cut him first. If he is still breathing, you can leave him to me. How about that?" Gu Huaiwei said the terrible words with a smile.
If the rules Zhang Wenwu violated would directly lead to his death, Han Zhusheng would not have said anything about chopping off his hands and feet.
Since he said so, it means that the rules Zhang Wenwu violated were not rules that would result in death.
Gu Huaiwei could save him without offending these weird people.
Zhang Wenwu felt a little numb as he listened to their conversation.
The "weird" woman in front of him seemed to be here to help him.
But...what she said was terrifying.
Gu Huaiwei doesn't care that her customers are missing limbs. The sanatorium itself has the function of healing and maintenance. Disabled people can experience more paid services when they go in.
"Okay." Han Zhusheng slowly raised his head, his hollow eyes devoid of any light. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, pulling at his stiff, lifeless face, his smile filled with malice, "My mother's birthday is coming soon, and I want to give her a painting, but I'm not good at painting.
If you can help me draw this scene, I will promise you."
"Sure." Gu Huaiwei likes painting, but as for whether others like her paintings or not, that's not certain.
During her adolescence, she felt that she had artistic talent and often submitted her paintings to other publications. Although her works were always rejected, she never tired of it.
Seeing Gu Huaiwei's agreement, Han Zhusheng's mouth widened: "He is a big guy. As you can see, I am still a student and need someone to help me."
"I'll do it, I'll do it~" Bai Meimei immediately jumped out with her hands raised, volunteering, "I'm very good at cutting and sewing flesh. My father used to work in a slaughterhouse, and my sister used to work in a tailor shop. Although my whole family is vegetarian, I inherited their strengths. I can both cut and sew! I guarantee the least amount of blood will be shed, and I can cut off the most complete limb!"
Gu Huaiwei frowned slightly: "But if you do this, your clothes will get dirty."
She blinked her huge eyes, clasped her hands together and begged, "Please, let me try. I promise, I will wash the clothes myself when I get home."
Zhang Wenwu felt like a fish on a chopping board, surrounded by a group of executioners.
He broke out in a cold sweat.
Can you please not treat him as a dead person with all these weird things?
According to the rules, he doesn't have to die...
Bai Meemie pouted, her eyes sparkled, and her voice was soft, which made Gu Huaiwei unable to refuse.
Gu Huaiwei nodded and agreed.
It just so happened that she also needed Bai Meimei's suturing skills.
Bai Meemie jumped up happily, her lips curled up with a hint of pride: "Yeah, I knew Sister Gu treats Meemie the best."
At this time, Han Zhusheng was already impatient and was about to take action.
Gu Huaiwei said, "Wait a moment, let me have a few words with my subject and comfort him, so that he won't struggle too much later and the painting won't look good."
"Please." Han Zhusheng stopped and nodded politely, indicating that she could go.
Gu Huaiwei walked closer to Zhang Wenwu and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, lowering her eyes, "Quick, let me see the rules."
"!" Zhang Wenwu was stunned.
The weird ones cannot directly ask humans for rules.
And the strangeness of human rules cannot be seen.
"Hurry up, I'll make sure you suffer the least amount of damage."
Zhang Wenwu's heartbeat quickened. Han Zhusheng looked over here. Zhang Wenwu decided to take a gamble. Without suspecting anything, he took out the rule note from his pocket, put it in his palm, and turned it to show Gu Huaiwei.
She glanced down quickly, and the words on the rule slip came into view clearly.
The rules state:
"You can investigate the truth about the library fire, but be careful to avoid the staff on the second floor of the library. They do not welcome customers to take newspapers away.
The bookshelves are in disrepair and unstable. If you are unlucky enough to bump into one, you will need to use the materials you have on you to repair it before the library staff will forgive your mistake."
The rules mention repair and forgiveness.
This is the way to survive.
Gu Huaiwei's mind moved.
"Wait a moment, bear with the pain. The bookshelf is only missing a corner, and I will help you sew the remaining three broken limbs back on. In exchange, you have to promise me something after you survive."
Zhang Wenwu wanted to ask what was going on, but now was not a good time.
If both his hands and feet were broken, he would lose basic self-care ability.
But if only one hand was lost, he would still have a chance to return to his wife and children.
"Don't worry, I'll only shorten your lifespan a little, not take your life."
"Okay." Zhang Wenwu gritted his teeth and agreed. He had no choice.
Han Zhusheng brought paper, pen and watercolor for Gu Huaiwei.
After hearing what Gu Huaiwei said, Zhang Wenwu did not struggle.
He felt Han Zhusheng's cold hand pressing on his shoulder, giving him the illusion of being in an operating room.
Han Zhusheng is dead.
Bai Mee Mee is a monster.
Dead people don't have body temperature, but monsters do.
"Don't be afraid, Meeme will help you blow it, and it won't hurt." Although Bai Meeme said softly, she still skillfully selected cutting knives from Han Zhusheng's toolbox, and she showed no mercy when she took action.
The knives rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound.
Gu Huaiwei dipped the tip of her brush into paint.
The blade cut through the skin.
Gu Huaiwei wrote a stroke of vermilion on the paper.
The blade separates bone and flesh.
Gu Huaiwei drew another stroke of pure white on the paper.
Bai Meemie was like an experienced butcher, cutting off Zhang Wenwu's hands and feet with precision.
Zhang Wenwu was sweating profusely and was in excruciating pain. He gritted his teeth until his gums bled, but he relied on his iron will to hold on and did not run away.
Han Zhusheng took away Zhang Wenwu's severed hands and feet, propped up the fallen bookshelf, and used one of his hands to support the missing corner of the bookshelf.
His hand turned into a corner of the bookshelf.
As for the rest, Han Zhusheng threw them aside.
He looked at the bleeding Zhang Wenwu with malicious intent, and his voice was like an echo from hell: "There are too many materials, I will return the rest to you."
Han Zhusheng put the remaining hands and feet back in front of Zhang Wenwu.
Zhang Wenwu really wanted to curse at this moment.
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