Chapter 125 The Real Rules Are Hot.
"Please stay away from people in black uniforms... They are dangerous."
"Please report this promptly."
"Please report this promptly."
Sang Li held her breath, observed Lu Jin, and asked in a low voice, "What happened to your face?"
Lu Jin slowly raised one hand, his fingertips brushing against his cheek.
"Clatter".
A small patch of skin, like a piece of lacquer being torn off, rolled up with his movements, making a sound that made one's teeth ache.
Lu Jin pressed lightly with his fingertip, and the skin snapped back on with a "snap".
The movements were practiced, even somewhat... habitual.
"Does it look normal now?"
His voice remained calm, but it was filled with an inappropriate laugh.
Sang Li saw that beneath Lu Jin's palm, the "skin" was still slowly wriggling, as if something was breathing inside.
No way?
Is it true or not?
Where is Lu Jin?
No, no, that's not right.
When we kissed just now, it was very obvious that it was Lu Jin's scent.
I won't admit my mistake!
If she kissed a monster, she couldn't possibly not know it.
Sang Li took a deep breath, suppressing the absurd feeling of being torn apart in her heart.
She and Lu Jin were never truly separated.
She was certain of this.
The aura, the touch, and the oppressive aura belonging to Lu Jin just now could not have been faked.
"Please stay away from personnel in black uniforms."
She recalled the line from earlier.
If this was prepared for the members of the BEAM team, then...aren't those fully armed pursuers in black combat suits the perfect "black uniforms"?
The rules are not for her to see.
It's for the people at BEAM.
Sloan manipulated things here, changing the "personas" of all BEAM members.
Instead of directly confronting BEAM, he provided the "rules," creating a "world of rule-based supernatural tales." As a result, when the pursuers see each other, they instinctively feel fear, suspicion, and even kill one another.
Using this method, Sloan trapped the entire BEAM here.
She understood.
You must follow the rules.
Therefore, she is the one in the princess dress.
Because she doesn't belong to BEAM; she's just a tourist who stumbled upon this place.
Or rather, because of her relationship with Sloan, she was always the most radiant and beautiful presence whenever she entered his paintings.
whee.
very nice.
Sang Li's mind raced, and she pounced on Lu Jin, pressing her entire body against him. She cupped his face tightly in her hands, her fingertips tracing his skin as if trying to confirm something.
"..."
Lu Jin's brow twitched, and before he could speak, he felt her hand suddenly slide down and disappear into his clothes.
Cold fingertips glide across a burning chest.
Explore inch by inch.
Following the muscle fibers downwards, my fingertips stopped at his abdomen, almost touching his waistband through the fabric.
The space was cramped and the air was hot and dry.
Lu Jin's eyes darkened, and he sneered, "What? Do you want to do it in a place like this?"
Sang Li did not answer and continued downwards.
until.
It's so hot.
"Hiss!" Lu Jin gasped and grabbed Sang Li's hand.
Sang Li smiled.
"You almost mutated. The you I just saw was different from the real you."
Lu Jin raised an eyebrow, then gave a low hum: "I knew it. You were acting too strange just now."
His hand naturally gripped her wrist, the heat of his palm pressing down on her.
Sang Li suddenly let go. She didn't really want to do anything; she just wanted to find a switch to return to the real world.
She recounted her thoughts and the events that had just transpired.
Lu Jin said that he was lucky he didn't make any rash moves, otherwise he probably would have been beaten to death by Sang Li on the spot.
"If you were plastic..."
"Um?"
"Can it stay hard forever?"
"..."
Lu Jin wanted to say that it doesn't have to be plastic to work.
Sudden.
A sharp, piercing scream suddenly rang out from outside, the sound as if it had been soaked in water and was being torn out from the depths of the throat.
Immediately afterwards.
Gunfire erupted suddenly, a hail of bullets raining down on the outer walls and the water tank. The sound of shattering glass followed one after another, shards scattering like hailstones hitting the plastic walls. The huge jellyfish tank was pierced, and murky liquid gushed out, flowing down the ground.
At the end of the corridor, a huge shadow slowly swept by.
That's not a person.
It's a fish.
Its scales were pale and peeling off, and its eyes were like glass marbles soaked in stagnant water, empty and lifeless. Half of its mouth was still mechanically opening and closing, and wet bubbles were coming out from deep in its throat.
In its hand, it was carrying a fully armed member in a black uniform.
The man's helmet was already shattered, and blood dripped down his broken armor. His limbs hung limply, like a broken rag doll being carried.
The fish-headed monster stopped at the entrance of the children's playground.
In the silence.
A string of wet, bubbly sounds squeezed out from deep within the fish-headed monster's throat.
Through the round bay window, Sang Li saw the enormous, twisted body standing frozen in place. Half of its fish mouth slowly opened, revealing a row of jagged, white teeth.
The next second, its head slowly turned around.
His eyes were fixed intently on the direction of the hut.
In an instant, the cloudy eyes suddenly came close to the bay window!
Through the thin layer of plastic, Sang Li could clearly see that the reflection of her and Lu Jin was in that eyeball.
With the help of the light, Sang Li could see clearly.
That fish-headed monster was wearing a red uniform.
A sudden thought struck her.
It's the employee who just smiled and said "Welcome".
But now, the smile has been completely torn apart into a deformed fish mouth, turning into a monster.
Lu Jin's hand was already on the trigger of the miniature mechanical gun, his fingertips taut, a flash of cold light appearing and disappearing in an instant.
Sang Li reached out and pressed down on his wrist.
"Wait a minute."
She seemed to know something.
"I'm so smart, I've got it."
Lu Jin's dark eyes narrowed. He didn't immediately refute, but suppressed his killing intent and stared at the shadow outside.
Sang Li thought for a moment, then leaned closer to Lu Jin: "Take off your clothes."
Lu Jin's eyebrows shot up sharply: "...What?"
"You're all dressed in black right now, it's bad luck." Sang Li seemed a little too flustered. "Hurry up, take it off!"
Lu Jin stared at her for a moment, then suddenly laughed, but his actions were swift and decisive.
Unbutton the trench coat and discard the combat jacket.
Inside, he was still wearing a black combat vest.
Sang Li's pupils contracted: "Continue."
Lu Jin's smile grew increasingly dangerous, and soon, the last piece of fabric was thrown to his feet.
In the dimly lit children's playground, he was shirtless, his muscles taut in the interplay of cold light and shadow, his chest rising and falling with a suppressed, fiery aura.
"Are you satisfied with this?" Lu Jin asked in a low voice.
Sang Li was not fooled. She reached out and patted his shoulder, her eyes cold: "At least, now you no longer look like one of their 'black uniforms'."
As they were talking, the fish-headed monster outside made another "gurgling" sound and slowly turned its neck, as if sniffing out the scent of prey. It stopped looking at them and began to search its surroundings, with a megaphone clipped to its waist.
Sang Li and Lu Jin crawled out of the round pipes of the small house and stepped onto the faded plastic floor.
The fish-headed monster stopped in its tracks and looked at them again. Then, bang!
The black-uniformed corpse in its hand fell heavily to the ground, but it did not attack Sang Li; it simply observed quietly.
Half a minute later.
Welcome!
We're back to being employees.
The voice remained gentle, yet filled with an eerie politeness, as if inviting a guest to tour one's private theater.
Sang Li looked up and blinked: "Please show us around."
The employee nodded, his smile elongated and distorted in the shadows, exuding an indescribable eeriness that wasn't frightening: "Okay, please follow me."
Lu Jin narrowed his eyes, his fingers still lightly resting on the miniature mechanical gun, as he warily scanned the desolate landscape around him.
The air seemed even more humid, and the dried fish carcasses in the distance gleamed coldly in the dim light, like countless empty eyes silently watching them.
They followed the employees slowly forward.
The huge fish tank exhibit area had plastic models overhead that made a splashing sound.
Deep blue light shone from beneath the water, enveloping the entire space. Aquatic plants swayed with the current, their shadows elongated and distorted in the blue light. Several figures floated in the tank—members of the BEAM team, their bodies suspended motionless in the water. Sang Li's gaze swept across their faces before continuing forward.
She knew these people weren't dead; they were merely unconscious in the virtual space created by the paintings. Sloan's paintings never harmed them; death was simply a visual illusion and a form of nerve paralysis.
Lu Jin asked, "Shall we begin the tour?"
Sang Li: "The rules are real, they are all real, but they need to be considered together."
After 8 PM, all creatures in the pools belong to the park.
Only staff in red uniforms are our employees; you can ask one of them to show you around.
If you encounter an employee in a black uniform, please hide until they leave.
Therefore, the official business hours are after 8 PM.
If you follow along before 8 o'clock, there is a high possibility of danger.
Sang Li looked at the red figure and asked, "Where do we go now?"
The employee in the red uniform, expressionless, said: "On a tour."
Walking down the dimly lit corridor, blue lights reflected on the wet water plants, shimmering with dim light.
Finally, they arrived at a small theater. The theater doors were tall, and the wooden facade was already somewhat moldy, with what appeared to be a layer of white saline on the mold.
The small theater was dimly lit and cramped, and the seats were empty.
The small theater was spotless, and the air felt much fresher, clearly indicating a performance was in the works. Could it be that Slo will appear on stage later and give everyone a hug?
The employees stood with their backs to them.
Open your arms.
Welcome to the Dream Theater!
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