Chapter 163
A puppet in a middle school uniform came to Zhu Zangmo's "frozen corpse" at some point and was hitting him with a wooden stick.
The badge read: "Su X."
"It's classmate Su." Zhu Zangmo's frosted lips moved, "I painted a picture for you called 'Train to Heaven'..."
"Woo--" Suddenly a train whistle sounded.
The screen moves to a bird's-eye view.
A long railway track runs through the snowy forest, and a train is speeding towards it.
Click, click, click!
"Student Su" knocked Zhu Zangmo's head impatiently with the wooden stick in his hand, urging him on.
"I understand, I understand..." Zhu Zangmo propped himself up, his frozen joints creaking as he crawled towards the railroad tracks.
The train roared in, its huge front end rushed past, and snow flakes and strange debris filled the picture.
Snow flakes fall.
A bloodstained steel needle appeared in the picture, dragging a dark, sticky thread.
"Student Su" was squatting in the snow, threading a needle and sewing up Zhu Zangmo's limbs that had been crushed into several pieces and looked like frozen meat.
It wasn't sewn right, all long and short, all crooked. The right hand was attached to the left leg, the foot to the arm.
Boom...
After "Student Su" finished sewing the last stitch, he broke the thread and took a few steps back, as if admiring his own work.
Zhu Zangmo raised his crooked head and looked at his strangely stitched body, a look of surprise on his frosted face:
"Student Su... I remember your mother was a seamstress. To support your schooling, she toiled for years, and her eyes were worn out. Did you... not really learn her craft?"
"Student Su" kept a fixed smile on his face, but he was obviously unhappy.
She picked up the small wooden stick and hit him hard on the mouth.
Several of Zhu Zangmo's already shaky teeth were broken.
"Student Su" hit him a few more times, pointing the wooden stick impatiently forward, as if driving an animal.
Zhu Zangmo turned his head and looked in that direction.
Amidst the snow-covered trees stood a small building, an old three-story structure with rough quartz sand walls and security bars on every window.
"So it's the small building at the base." Zhu Zangmo said, his voice leaking out. "Okay, okay... Let's end where we started. Please finish it soon, please."
He tried to stand up, but his limbs were so awkward that he couldn't stand up. He crawled towards the small building, his body tangled and messy, like a spider that had been stepped on.
At the entrance of the small building, the iron-like security door was half open, and he climbed into the dark door.
A cold wind blew past.
"Bang!" The security door was slammed shut.
The small building stood in the wind and snow, like a lonely prison left behind in the frozen end of the world.
The old-fashioned corridor was dim. Zhu Zangmo crawled along.
His frosted limbs began to melt, and blood seeped from the seams, leaving messy bloody prints of his hands and feet on the dusty cement floor.
The old furniture was covered in cobwebs, and outside the rusty security window, it had suddenly become pitch black.
Zhu Zangmo crawled while turning his awkward neck and looking around.
"Anyone there? Anybody there?"
"Where is it? Where is it?"
"Qiu Yue... Is Qiu Yue here? It's Qiu Yue's turn here, right?"
But there was no human figure or puppet's shadow to be seen.
From the first floor to the third floor, Zhu Zangmo climbed up every floor along the stairs.
The camera zoomed out, revealing the small building as a dusty cage with a desperate, strange-looking ghost crawling inside.
Zhu Zangmo couldn't move anymore. His deformed face pressed against the corridor floor, blood and tears mingling with the dust. "How can I, how can I leave..."
Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared before my eyes.
He slowly raised his head and saw a girl in a white dress standing a few steps away.
This time it was not a puppet, but Qiu Yue's original appearance. She stood in the corridor, like a crescent moon emitting bright light, and the darkness around her was driven away a little.
Zhu Zangmo opened his toothless mouth, not knowing whether he was laughing or crying:
"Qiu...Yue. You're finally here. What should I do? Please tell me."
He banged his head against the ground again and again, like a praying mantis.
Qiu Yue looked at him expressionlessly.
Click.
Throw something in front of him.
It was a paint scraper with a little oil paint on the tip.
Zhu Zangmo's left hand fingers curled up and reached out, holding the scraper in his hand.
With a look of delight, he said, "It's that scraper. The scraper you wanted to use to blind me."
He pointed the sharp blade at his left eye: "To fulfill your wish, use it to blind my eye, and then you can leave here, right...Okay."
puff.
The scraper pierced his left eye socket and stuck out on his face.
He howled in pain: "Is it okay? Is it okay?"
Qiu Yue raised her index finger and shook it, indicating her disapproval.
Zhu Zangmo stared with his only remaining right eye and collapsed: "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
Qiu Yue pointed forward, pointing to his right arm that was mistakenly connected to his leg.
There's a butterfly tattoo there.
"I understand, I understand. And I'll give this back to you..."
Zhu Zangmo cried, gripping the knife handle with a cry, and pulled it out. He bent his body and reached for the arm, "Isn't it okay for me to peel it off and return it to you?"
He twisted, screamed, cried, and cut.
The scraper's blade is thin and soft, making it a very difficult job.
He twisted himself into a pretzel and finally completed this big project.
He excitedly held up the piece of skin: "Okay, it's off... take it..."
Qiu Yue took two steps back with a look of disgust on her face.
"Pooh."
She turned and ran away, the hem of her white dress fluttering like ripples of light as she disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
Zhu Zangmo dropped the piece of skin and slapped the ground, wailing loudly: "Why? What else do you want from me? What else do you want from me...what is that?"
A small object reflecting a little silver light stood not far away.
It is a lighter with a tiger head carving.
Zhu Zangmo then raised his left hand, and liquid dripped down from his palm. He said in surprise, "Why is the ground so wet?"
"That smell... is gasoline! Where does all this gasoline come from?"
The camera zoomed out to a panoramic view, and the floor of the corridor was filled with gasoline, and he was soaked in it.
"Click, click..." Footsteps were heard at the stairs.
Zhu Zangmo twisted his neck with difficulty, a look of hope on his face.
A figure came up the stairs. She wore a cashmere coat, small leather boots, and pearl earrings. A clear subtitle appeared beside her: Fu Weiru.
"Madam...Madam!" Zhu Zangmo was overjoyed, "Madam, save me!"
He stretched out his foot, which was mistakenly connected to his right arm, towards Fu Weiru.
Fu Weiru stopped at the stairs, disgust evident on her face: "You are disgusting."
She also stretched out her hand, holding a remote control car key.
Zhu Zangmo opened his eyes wide in horror: "Madam, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to do what you say," Fu Weiru said. "Didn't you ask me to kill Xing Yao and let him take away all the secrets?"
Zhu Zangmo waved his arms and legs anxiously, "It's me, Madam! I'm not Xing Yao, I'm Zhu Zangmo!"
"The one I'm going to kill is you."
Fu Weiru pressed the remote control car key with her fingers painted with dark nail polish.
A flame shot out from the lighter in the gasoline, and then, "boom..." the flames swept across like a wave.
Zhu Zangmo screamed, struggled and rolled in the sea of fire, like a pest thrown into a charcoal stove.
A look of satisfaction flashed across Fu Weiru's face as she ran down the stairs.
I ran to the first floor and tried to open the security door, but it only trembled and wouldn't open.
Fu Weiru's expression changed drastically: "Why is the door locked?"
There was a barred window in the door, and she grasped the bars and looked out.
The camera focuses on her from outside the door.
She stared directly at the camera, as if glaring at someone outside. She demanded sharply, "Why did you lock the door? Aren't we in the same group?"
The flames and smoke were behind her.
Her face was pressed between the bars, and one arm stretched out from the gap between the bars, trying angrily to grab the person outside.
"Why? Why?"
The camera didn't turn to the person opposite, but words floated into the picture:
"Because, as long as you die, you can take all the secrets with you, and all our money will be mine."
Fu Weiru screamed in despair: "You betrayed me, you are so cruel!"
"Same here."
"Boom..." The fireball swallowed Fu Weiru from back to front like a giant beast.
She seemed to be locked in a crematorium, turning into a ferocious black shadow.
The small building collapsed with a loud bang, and black smoke, flames, and dust filled the world.
The scene changes from ashes to darkness like nothingness.
A line of faint white words emerged from the darkness.
There is nothing behind the white words, but it makes people feel that the eyes of the god of death are hidden in the depths of the darkness, staring at the people outside the picture.
"Do you think you can escape, Lu Dun?"
Finish.
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