on stage

Author: seedless melon

on stage

Although Truman had never come into contact with the door that separated the central area of ​​the warehouse from other areas, he had always seen its opening process when the carriage drove in.

The door was very thick, made of oak, iron and numerous rivets, and required a strong coachman to push it.

But now it only has a thin layer of skin left.

No, it seemed to have turned into a piece of paper, which could be broken when Truman poked it. This made Truman realize that a very strange pollution might have occurred in the central area.

Truman also experienced the pollution caused by the out-of-control spiritual text.

Chen Xing was burned into a 'scorched angel' right in front of him.

Truman has always stayed away from pollution.

But this time, this time is different.

A wonderful excitement, excitement and joy rose from the bottom of his heart. It was obviously a very dangerous situation, but Truman felt the joyful tension of "I will perform on stage."

I'm laughing.

Truman touched the silver mask on his face and felt a curved arc.

The mask is smiling.

…

half an hour ago.

Truman guessed that the 'mysterious monument' mentioned by the workshop owner had arrived at the shipping company.

Then I wanted to find out. For this kind of thing, of course you have to activate the incarnation. Anyway, if you lose the incarnation, you will lose it. It just reduces the 'share'.

The moment he put on the mask, Truman felt something was different.

The moment he jumped out of the window, there was a sudden roar in his ears. He felt like he was Spider-Man, Superman, Iron Man... any hero or villain who could jump around this city as he pleased. This city was his.

stage.

Truman felt weird at the time, but then suppressed this feeling.

…

At this moment, faced with possible contamination.

This feeling comes again.

The excitement was boiling in his heart, and the thought of "going on stage to perform" was so exciting that Truman felt a sense of relief that he needed to indulge in for once.

At this time, there was a sound of "smashing" in front of Chu Men.

The reason why it is said "in front of" is because when Truman heard the noise, he also saw them.

It was a group of rats, trying their best to escape, forming a black cluster on the ground that was faster and thicker than the dark color in the warehouse.

Small animals are always the most sensitive to danger.

There must have been great danger in the central area of ​​the warehouse.

Truman thought this scene was normal, but suddenly he realized something was wrong!

Because the rats he saw, the rats that were moving like shadows, turned out to be just shadows!

The mice were pouring out like silhouettes in a shadow puppet show.

They only have shadows.

Seen from the side, they appear in groups.

From a slightly more upright angle, it looks like vertical black pieces of paper.

These are all shadow mice, paper mice!

Truman's scalp was a little numb and he felt dazzled, but it was still the same when he looked again.

Is this a strange contaminated creature...

Truman watched the paper mice rushing toward him. He was wary in his heart and felt strangely high-spirited. He actually laughed out of the corner of his mouth: "Hey~thin little mice~"

You're laughing your ass off... Truman wanted to slap himself, but the next second, an even more wonderful image attracted him.

The rats rushed through the gate of the central area. The paper door that Truman smashed seemed to be separated by a boundary, so the rats that rushed through the boundary became flesh and blood again.

It turned into a group of gray-haired mice, but perhaps the previous paper form was too fragile, so when it turned back into flesh and blood, it fell into a ball.

It didn't simply fall into a ball, but the skin and flesh turned over, the blood bloomed, and fell into a huge flower of flesh and blood with black hair.

This is not over yet.

In the pool of flesh and blood, there was a slightly complete rat rushing out, driving the entire pool of flesh and blood towards Truman like a giant rat with fur growing randomly.

But just as if it was about to rush over, it immediately dispersed and fell to the ground with a 'snap' sound, blood and fur spilling out.

The appearance was so terrifying that Truman couldn't help but exclaim: "So handsome~"

This thing is so handsome...Truman felt that the emotion in his head should be called crazy.

…

After seeing this or this bunch of crazy rats, Truman began to move towards the central area with great interest.

The central area is larger. If the entire warehouse is thousands of square meters, the central area accounts for a quarter of it.

There are shelves everywhere, and there is a wide road among the shelves, which can accommodate horse-drawn carriages to unload goods.

At this time, the cry for help became more and more real in Truman's ears.

He walked forward quickly, his steps were very agile, and his surrounding vision was dim, but the central area was brighter. There was an electric light there, which should be where the appraisers worked, so the vision was very clear.

Truman saw a monument that was more than two meters high...well, it was indeed a monument.

Now Truman can determine the source of the cry for help.

It's that monument.

That monument is asking for help.

The voice belonged to Abu.

"Help me...save me..."

Truman felt very strange, because he clearly heard the sound coming from the monument, but how could a monument ask for help?

As you approach slowly, the light shines on the monument, showing the unique dark brown texture of pottery. You can also see more clearly: there is a personal image wandering around on the surface of the monument.

The surface of the pottery stele is originally engraved with a large number of traces. Those traces may be spiritual texts, or they may be meaningless gibberish. It is the job of the appraiser to determine whether it can be translated.

But now the suspected existence of Abu seems to be sucked into the inside of the monument. This scene can't help but make Truman feel suspicious.

Abu was eaten by this monument?

But if you look closely, it's wrong again.

The monument and the human figure on the monument have obvious concavities and convexities.

It should be a human figure affixed to the monument.

It looks like a person has been swallowed into the monument, but in fact it is a human figure stuck to the monument.

This is much more reasonable...it's completely unreasonable, okay?

The next moment, Truman realized that the reason why he thought this scene was reasonable was because of the paper mice he had just seen.

Truman took a few steps forward. Based on the experience of the mice just now, he realized that if he wanted to save Abu, he had to take him out of this area, and at the same time, he had to take him out completely and let him return to his flesh and blood smoothly.

.

But just take one step.

Truman felt something was under his feet, and it made a "click" sound.

Um?

Truman lowered his head.

boom!

The explosion occurred at the same location.

The yellow flames want to engulf Truman.

Truman was one step faster than the rising flames.

The 'sharp' skill made him seem to be blown away, but in fact it was mostly Truman who used the force to jump away.

It's 'skill'.

Truman smelled the smell of 'technique' from this explosion.

"Who are you? Why did you break into the warehouse of Hubbs Shipping Company?" A voice said, "Leave immediately. I can pretend that this never happened!"

Truman stood on the ground in the posture of an Olympic gymnast. Looking towards the voice, he saw two people standing side by side. The one on the left was wearing a dark formal suit and a silver wig, and the one on the right was wearing a black gauze and had a graceful figure but no body.

Show even an inch of skin.

The Habsburg steward, and another appraiser for the shipping company, Black Sha.

Truman didn't notice them just now because they were hiding further away, seemingly watching the pollution take place.

"Hehe~" Truman smiled.

Of course he won't leave.

He still has to perform.

And at this moment, at this second, he felt that his 'share' began to grow.

Update ~ The next update will be a little later. I took the train to BJ this morning, and then rushed to the company to go to work. I took the time to code one chapter. I haven’t found the time for the next chapter yet. It will be a little later, probably at 1 p.m.
Chapter completed!