Chapter 029 Chapter 29

"What did you say?"

Taiming, who was about to leave, paused and turned to ask.

"Just like you just heard, I said, I buried a bomb here, everyone will be blown away, and maybe it can also affect one or two buildings next to it.

When the fire starts, it must be very bright, and maybe half of the sky will be dyed red by the fire."

Liu Sheng replied with a smile.

"Where did you get the bomb?"

Taiming asked.

"From what you said, it seems that making a bomb is a very difficult thing."

Liu Sheng tilted his head and looked at Taiming's expression, smiling.

"How long have you been preparing?"

Taiming asked.

"From the time you decided to find me this morning to now. This period of time is not long, right?"

Liu Sheng said with a smile.

He looked really happy.

"It's just that this little time is not enough for you to make a bomb that can blow up the two surrounding buildings."

Taiming looked at him and said.

"Of course not."

Liu Sheng suppressed his smile and answered with a serious face.

Taiming frowned.

Liu Sheng laughed: "I'm joking with you. You don't really believe it? I can do as much as I want and do it however I want. It's actually very easy. Don't you know?"

Taiming felt that if he continued to talk with him, there would be no progress. He walked to the door of the room, opened the door, and was about to go out.

But when he opened the door, there were densely packed paper figures standing outside.

A pale face, an overly weird blush, dark eyebrows, blood-red lips, a lifeless smile, clear, straight and almost thornless bamboo sticks, antique clothes and shoes.

These paper figures blocked a road outside.

It was impossible to walk out directly.

At least, it was impossible to walk this way.

Taiming glanced at Liu Sheng who was still sitting at the table.

Liu Sheng smiled and waved to him, saying, "Do you want to hear me say goodbye to you? Goodbye."

Taiming frowned, turned around and walked out directly.

The paper figures outside the door tried to stop him, but missed.

Liu Sheng stood up and found that Taiming had disappeared from the door.

Obviously, Taiming's way of leaving was not through the door.

He took the road in the world of the painting.

He opened this path for himself before entering the door.

Theoretically, he can appear anywhere in the world at any time, because, to him, the whole world is a huge painting.

He left the bar.

Yagyu reacted and laughed: "You are worthy of being the one I have chosen."

At this time, Taiming, who was standing at the door of the bar, was rolling up the paper with the picture of the bar and stuffing it into his bag. The place where the bar building was originally in front of him was now empty.

There was only a piece of vacant land there.

Under the vacant land was a piece of soil.

Not even a piece of glass fragments accidentally dropped in the bar could be found on the soil.

Clean and tidy.

Taiming turned around and prepared to go back to the foundation.

Suddenly, another figure flashed in the vacant land.

Taiming frowned, turned around and looked at the man.

This man was not similar to Liu Sheng just now, either in face or figure, but he felt exactly the same, as if Liu Sheng had escaped from the painting and changed into another body.

"As you can see, I'm out. You can't trap me. Do you know why? Unless everyone in the world is dead. Otherwise, I am absolutely free."

Liu Sheng said to Taiming with a smile.

"Are you the will born from the dark side of human beings?"

Taiming looked at him and suddenly thought of an extremely absurd possibility.

To be fair, Taiming didn't believe this possibility, but the situation before him was very consistent with that possibility, so much so that he inexplicably felt a little funny in the absurdity.

"Oh my, you are so smart.

I didn't expect that the first person to guess this was you.

Before you, I met many people, and of course I killed many people.

I told my story in front of those I killed, but none of those dead people got the correct result. I had to watch them die with great regret.

In fact, I am very kind in my heart.

I also thought about saving them, but they didn't give me a chance.

So they had to die, how can you blame me?"

Liu Sheng laughed.

He is really carefree.

"Among the people you have met in the past, is there anyone who has not been killed by you?"

Taiming asked.

"Of course there is."

Liu Sheng opened his eyes wide, as if someone poured a basin of cold dirty water on his head from the second floor, and said loudly.

"Who is it?"

Taiming asked.

"It's you, my little baby."

Liu Sheng laughed again.

The laughter was shrill and unbearable.

Taiming took out a ball of paper that he had crumpled before entering the bar from his bag and threw it at Liu Sheng.

The paper touched Liu Sheng, and Liu Sheng was swallowed by the ball of paper.

Taiming walked over and picked up the ball of paper.

Liu Sheng suddenly popped out from it, like a little clown in a scare box, with a spring-loaded lower body.

Taiming punched him in the face, making it concave.

Yagyu was still smiling, as if it didn't hurt at all.

Taiming simply pinned him to the ground and beat him up so hard that Yagyu looked like a pile of meat sauce, mixed with some pieces of clothing, some hair and eyeballs.

Yagyu's eyes moved around, as if he was looking for something, or as if he wanted to laugh, but his eyes couldn't make any sound.

Taiming used a paper ball to wrap Yagyu inside, as if he had picked up a cockroach, then he took out a new piece of white paper, stuffed the paper ball into the white paper, and put the white paper back into the bag.

Yagyu's voice was faintly heard from the bag.

"The bomb is going to explode soon. Do you mind? There are other people in the bar. How can you be sure they are all dead? When the bomb explodes, they will definitely catch fire. Won't you save them?"

Yagyu asked.

Taiming responded by reaching out and closing the zipper of the package.

Yagyu's voice was muffled and was trapped inside the package. Taiming walked out of the alley and outside was a very busy street. The noise of the street was very noisy, covering up Yagyu's voice.

Nothing could be heard on the street.

Taiming returned to the foundation, entered the office, found Ayn Rand, opened the package, took out the white paper in the package, laid it flat on the desk, and took out the paper balls inside.

Ayn Rand was puzzled.

"What is this?"

Ayn Rand looked at the white paper and then at the paper ball and asked.

Taiming opened the paper ball and showed Ayn Rand what was inside.

Ayn Rand took a look and felt even more confused. He asked, "Is this the body you picked up from outside?"

Taiming smiled and said, "This is my task today."

Ayn Rand stood up and looked carefully. He was very surprised and asked, "You said that the meat sauce inside is Yagyu? I can't tell at all. Was he like this when you saw him?"

Taiming shook his head: "When I saw him, he was still in human form."

"I thought he was originally a ball of meat paste, or was originally a ball of meat paste, but I thought about it and thought that no meat paste could turn into a monster.

Probably no place would accept a ball of meat paste as an apprentice.

Unless someone secretly plotted to create such a thing to make others uneasy."

Ayn Rand sat back, put the paper on the table, turned his black leather roller chair, his eyes still on the meat paste in the paper, and said to Taiming.

"I don't know if there is anything in the foundation that can identify the identity. If there is, you can take this thing over and confirm the identity, just in case."

Taiming said.

"You're right. If something like this is left outside, it will harm others. The foundation certainly has something that can identify someone. But that thing is not in the office building, it's in the back."

Ayn Rand thought for a moment. "

I'll take you there. That place requires authority. Some employees don't have enough authority. It's no use just taking you to the door. Tell me what happened on the way."