Chapter 159
Chapter 159
“What are you talking about, Senior Huo?”
“Wasn’t this what you asked for?”
The girl looked confused, but the sultry smile soon returned to her face. “Oh, I get it. You want to roleplay, don’t you?”
“What’s your character supposed to be? A shy, innocent virgin? So that’s what you’re into, Senior?”
She reached out flirtatiously and traced a finger across Qin Lan’s collarbone.
The touch of her cool fingertip sent goosebumps racing across his skin.
Something was wrong!
Not just wrong–twelve kinds of wrong in a ten-kind package!
“Stop wasting time, Senior. I have another client later… Come this way. I know a tree in these woods that’s just the right height.”
Terror was no longer strong enough to describe Qin Lan’s expression.
Whose goddamn memory had he stumbled into?
Was this some kind of wilderness PvP session?
Then the girl did something even more horrifying.
After glancing around, she quickly found the “just the right height” tree she had mentioned.
Right in front of Qin Lan, she contorted herself into an extremely difficult pose.
“Whoa!”
The terror vanished from Qin Lan’s face, replaced by pure admiration. “Madam Hero, did you study breakdancing too?”
[I hate to correct you at a time like this… but I believe that’s called yoga.]
Yin Manqing spoke weakly.
[I would advise against doing anything with her. There’s a very good chance the monster is waiting for you to expose yourself at your most vulnerable…]
Qin Lan nervously backed up another two steps.
“Definitely not. My exposure would be a little too big.”
“Even if you hadn’t warned me, I wasn’t going over there… What if she’s toxic?”
“That’s a Mad Baby bag… She might even be the source of a bioweapon outbreak.”
Qin Lan suddenly paused.
“Huh. Come to think of it, once the Curse Core reaches Tier Three, doesn’t it grant immunity to most viruses that would be lethal to ordinary people?”
[What exactly are you implying?]
“Nothing.” Qin Lan laughed awkwardly. “Just asking…”
The girl seemed to be growing impatient.
With her pose ready, she lifted the hem of her skirt and glanced back at Qin Lan with a pitiful, inviting expression that seemed to say no even as it begged him to continue.
“Senior Huo, what’s taking so long?”
“My legs are going numb…”
Qin Lan’s brow furrowed.
“I’m supposed to follow the script of the memory’s original owner, right?”
“Otherwise, I won’t be able to lure out the monster hiding in this scene…”
“So should I walk over there with a dirty grin and start undoing my belt?”
Qin Lan scratched his head, caught between two impossible choices.
“If this keeps going, not one word of the next scene will survive censorship… They’ll drag us out back and execute us within two minutes…”
[I’m not sure. Why don’t you try?]
[Consider it a personal sacrifice to draw out the monster.]
Yin Manqing’s voice betrayed no emotion.
Qin Lan nodded solemnly. “You make a good point!”
“As the saying goes: If not I, then who shall enter–”
[What do you mean, enter? Enter what, exactly?]
Yin Manqing’s previously weak voice inexplicably rose by several octaves.
“Huh?”
Qin Lan blinked. “If I do not enter hell, who will? You’ve never heard that famous saying?”
“Sister Yin, what century are you from?”
Before he could finish, Qin Lan heard something tearing rapidly through the air.
His stats might have been suppressed, but his combat instincts remained intact. The instant he heard the sound, he judged its approximate speed, direction, and force.
Qin Lan sidestepped, perfectly avoiding the thing hurtling toward him at incredible speed…
Uh, a werewolf.
“Wow, an old friend!”
Ignoring the junior student’s scream, Qin Lan looked at the crater in the ground and the white werewolf lying inside it. He crouched down and gave the creature a poke.
“Out cold, huh? Oh, I remember now. This was when we first met, wasn’t it?”
“The Elite Program’s training grounds should be right nearby.”
Qin Lan slapped his forehead, finally realizing what was happening.
“Did I really hit him that hard back then? No wonder Duan Tianpeng always looked at me so strangely afterward…”
Apparently, some unlucky bastard had planned to relieve his loneliness in the academy woods, only to encounter a werewolf falling from the sky–a bizarre event with odds infinitely close to zero.
The thought filled Qin Lan with sympathy.
He had not succumbed to temptation, but the “Senior Huo” who originally witnessed this scene must have been just about to charge into battle.
A shock like that had to leave some serious psychological trauma.
“The memories being extracted from everyone are the moments when their emotions fluctuated most intensely… Why do I suddenly feel a little guilty?”
Qin Lan sighed. “But you can’t blame me, right? If you wander through the jungle, you accept the risk of getting ganked.”
“Oh, right, Sister Yin.”
Qin Lan waved a hand. “No need to trouble yourself with this one. I can see what’s wrong.”
[Oh? You’re that confident?]
“Of course.”
Qin Lan smiled. Standing beside the crater, he pointed at the werewolf inside.
“That Duan kid always shreds his clothes when he transforms, so his pants are custom-made.”
“There’s no way he’d be wearing pants with a belt.”
…
[Breaking News]
[A major fire has erupted on Street B0452 in the Central Region. The flames spread rapidly, and fire crews are currently working to bring the blaze under control while search-and-rescue efforts proceed…]
[Preliminary findings indicate a gas leak as the likely cause. Relevant authorities have stated that the incident will be thoroughly investigated…]
Thick black smoke billowed from the dilapidated buildings. Bright yellow police tape cordoned off the area outside, and fire alarms blared.
Several charred bodies lay on the street beneath white sheets.
Despite repeated efforts to drive them away, a large crowd of onlookers remained, discussing the disaster that had just occurred.
“I was taking a nap when there was this huge bang. Nearly gave me a heart attack…”
“Burned that badly… What a tragedy.”
“Storefronts on this street aren’t cheap. I remember the monthly rent is…”
“Good thing only those few shops burned and it didn’t spread any farther. Otherwise, who knows where we’d buy discs from now on?”
Someone let out a long breath, quietly relieved.
“You mean that guy who sells porn? He’s damn lucky. The fire stopped right next to his place… Otherwise, all those thousands of discs would’ve gone up in smoke.”
Outside the cordon, a middle-aged man in a loose white undershirt yawned.
He wore a pair of ancient green slippers. His stubble looked at least two weeks old, and his hair was so disheveled that he resembled a vagrant from some street corner.
It was the owner of the DVD shop.
His gaze passed over the crowd and settled on the bodies covered in white sheets. Something shifted faintly in his eyes.
“Those bastards…”
“Still as ruthless as ever.”