After a brief period of chaos, order was finally established on the ladder.

　　 Most people retired.

　　 Almost all the bionic executives who stayed.

　　 Wu Yu had smelled ammonia when he first came in, and Lu Wen had to guard against it.

　　 The smell is basically related to the explosion.

　　 After stating the pros and cons, only a few media companies chose to stay and watch the follow-up development.

　　 "In fact, things have almost progressed, and it is estimated that it will end soon."

　　 Everyone stood at the gate.

　　 is a little crowded.

　　 The media guys raised the camera in their hands.

　　 The scene in front of them shocked them and they were speechless.

　　 The fissure that separates everyone from the little painter is like a **** of blood and corpses. The corpses seem to be still struggling, and the distorted expressions on their faces are extremely terrifying.

　　 "There are snakes in that big pit!" a media person exclaimed.

　　 "No, that's not a snake, that's..." A bionic executive explained, but frowned and searched the database for a long time, but no corresponding creature was found.

　　 Bilan's biological database does not store this snake-like creature.

　　 This shouldn't be.

　　 This database claims to contain all the creatures that have appeared since ancient times.

　　 "It was brought back by the teacher from the no-man's land, not ordinary no-man's land, but those polluted." The little painter smiled and sat on the opposite side of the crowd, far away.

　　 "His teacher is number zero." Lu Wen said to everyone.

　　 "The teacher said that although my painting is very good, it looks too dead and lifeless, so I found some cute creatures from the no man's land."

　　Draw?

　　 The little painter called this terrifying rift a painting.

　　 "The name of this painting is called Purgatory. It is some kind of experiment of mine, how about it, is there any artistic beauty?"

　　 "I just feel sick."

　　 Wu Yu was the first to rebut.

　　 He does feel sick.

　　 "Well, people who don't understand art always do this, criticizing those masterpieces that should have been handed down with a personal touch."

　　 The little painter glanced over the people at the door with a little regret.

　　 finally shook his head.

　　 Among these people, none of them can understand his art.

　　, only the teacher has such a realm.

"I have made a lot of artworks in this place, but in the end they all became monsters in your mouth. I feel very puzzled. The beauty of red and blue, the beauty of deformity, the happiness of incompleteness, you really are all Didn't you realize it?"

　　 "I think some people can understand it, but the outside voices make them afraid to admit their inner thoughts, so the artists are all overwhelmed, submerged in a sea of ​​mediocre people."

　　 The little painter started to pack his things.

　　Drawing board, palette, paintbrush...

　　 He seems to find it very boring. It is a waste of words to communicate with people who do not understand art.

　　 An executive drew his gun from his waist, and the muzzle was facing the little painter

"Yes, I forgot to tell you that this place will explode in ten minutes. It sounds very long, right?" The little painter stretched out a finger and shook it gently. "But as long as I die, before the explosion The time will be shortened to one second."

　　 "Let's put down the gun, what he said is believable."

　　 The little painter is very similar to Zero in some respects, so he won't be deceiving on this point.

　　 "Goodbye, everyone."

　　 He smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and performed a more elegant etiquette.

At the end of the hall behind 　　, a stone gate turned over.

　　 The little painter is about to leave.

　　 "Jing Le, Bai Sisi is still waiting for you to take her to the exhibition!"

　　 This is the first time Lu Wen has called out the name of the little painter.

　　 This name was taken by him himself.

　　 Jing Le paused with his back to the crowd, he turned around and took a look at Lu Wen.

　　 Very clear blue eyes.

　　 Suddenly, Lu Wen felt that he had seen the familiar street painter again.

　　 "That is my favorite painting, you... help me take her to see it."

　　 Very soft voice.

　　 After that, the little painter turned around and walked into the stone gate without looking back this time.

　　……

　　 no man's land.

　　In an abandoned city.

　　 The battle between the two snipers is over.

　　 A gunshot echoed in the empty street.

　　 Vasily dragged his bursting leg, gritted his teeth, and crawled into a corridor little by little.

　　 He is now humiliated.

　　 The gun in his hand was shot down by the number nine in a certain confrontation.

　　 Then there was no chance to pick it up again.

　　 "Vasily, you have lost the qualification to resist. You are destined to die here today. This is a big stain in your life."

　　 He sat down beside the corridor, still talking to himself.

　　 No. 9 has been playing with him.

　　 From the beginning, his resistance was futile.

every time.

　　 He thought he had found the hiding place of No. 9, but in the end he just made himself more embarrassed.

　　 No. 9 doesn't seem to exist at all, and it seems to be everywhere.

　　He is the ghost of this city.

　　 watching from the invisible place, reaping life bit by bit.

again and again.

　　 Vasily gave up resistance.

　　 He is like a wild dog in a panic, running around in this city, just looking for a chance.

　　 It's ridiculous to want to come now.

　　 "I have been a hunter for so many years, how do I feel like becoming a prey today?"

　　 A voice suddenly rang out of the street.

　　 Followed by the sound of footsteps from far and near.

　　 "On the 9th, I failed, but I just missed the opportunity. If I did it again, I would not make such a low-level mistake again."

　　 "Yes, but the bionics who were hunted by you did not have a chance to do it again, but you did."

　　 Lu Wen stood at the entrance of the dilapidated corridor.

　　 The sunlight hit him, and the shadow swayed gently between the gravel and gravel in the corridor.

　　 "Next time I meet you, I will personally take off your head~lightnovelpub.net~ and give it to the Sixth District Executive Bureau, asking them to hang at the gate as a warning."

　　 "I will tell your new body this sentence."

　　 Vasily, the fourth generation of core red, also has data backup.

　　 Although he suffered a terrible defeat this time, all his equipment was left in no man's land.

　　 But the wealth accumulated over the years is enough for him to have a new body and buy all the equipment he needs again.

　　 "Welcome to find me in no man's land at any time. I am curious that your money is enough for you to resurrect a few times."

　　 Lu Wen smiled faintly, raised his hand and shot this guy out.

　　……

　　Mowu City.

　　 It is already evening.

　　 Everyone from the Executive Board returned to the city.

　　 The little painter didn't lie to them, and it did explode in the end. The monster factory and countless rotten corpses were buried under the endless sand.

　　 Never saw the day again.

　　 "Lu Wen returned victoriously, get rid of the monster factory No. 0 outside of Mowu City!"

　　 This title is more relevant.

　　 But Lu Wen's fans are completely boiling.

　　 Many passers-by also expressed their gratitude to Lu Wen. From then on, there is no need to worry about the appearance of monsters every day.

　　The supporters of the fourth generation of Vasily of the core red are not comfortable.

　　 So they also started to create topics, somehow they have a sense of existence.

　　 "Vasily is still hunting the Nine in the no man's land, he will definitely return with the head of the Nine!"

　　……

　　Good night, all book friends!