Chapter 118 Thirty-three. The unwise and the wise

   Wheatley slowly shrank his body and raised his arms weakly to embrace himself. His face twitched, and he murmured in pain, "Wu...it hurts...the whole body hurts..."

  Lu Li squatted down and knelt down, basically keeping the same level as Wheatley: "You have been rotting for many days, and your nerves should no longer feel it. The so-called pain is just your illusion, let it go."

   This fact is cruel, but it works.

  Whitley no longer murmured in pain, stretched out his curled body again, and lowered his arms.

   "Can I ask some questions?" Lu Li looked at those eyes that were no longer clear.

"What do you want to know."

  Eyes slowly rolled and landed on Lu Li. Her hand suddenly lifted and stretched towards Lu Li's face.

  An invisible wall stopped her and forced her back into place.

  Anna floated aside, bulging into a bun face.

   "I can roughly guess what happened to you. What I want to know is the cause."

   Regardless of their little actions, Lu Li said seriously.

   "What happened to you?"

  Whitley was silent as minutes passed by.

   When Sauron, who was watching the whole situation in the corner, thought she was dead, Wheatley spoke slowly.

   "There is a madman..."

  …

   Wheatley's narration is disordered and fragmented, like a madman's speech has been disrupted and reassembled. It's understandable that you can't expect logical words from someone whose mind and body are on the verge of collapse.

  Sauron is a lawyer, and analyzing key information from discourse is his forte. It's just that this time Sauron couldn't understand Wheatley's words at all.

   Perhaps only Lu Li understands what she is saying and expressing.

   is almost the same as Lu Li's guess, Wheatley is another victim of Richard as a test subject, just like Claire.

  Richard's attack was five days ago, which is close to her level of decay. The cool rainy season extended Whitley's "shelf life" by a few days. If it's on a sunny day, maybe her body will rot and grow maggots in just three days.

In    Wheatley's account, Richard grabbed her on her way home from get off work, performed surgery in some dark and damp secret room, and implanted blood-colored tentacles into her body. Here she was talking about "a cold, squirming, worm-like disgusting thing", and Lu Li thought she was referring to the blood-colored tentacles.

   Wheatley thought that he had met a steam monster, waiting for his fate to end the rest of his life on a cold operating table. But surprisingly, she was let go by that lunatic—it would be inappropriate to say that she was let go, because she was still locked in the secret room, but the lunatic left, and simply closed the door, not even unlocking the door .

  Whitley broke free from the restraints and escaped. Because she was timid, she did not contact the police and returned to work the next day after a day off at home.

She should have realized that her body was gradually decaying, but unfortunately, Richard's experiment this time has something more than before, which made Wheatley's mind start to become dull, slow, and finally become Lu Li This is what I see at the moment.

   Surprisingly, Wheatley didn't have the ability to occupy other people's bodies. She might have it, but she doesn't.

   The other victims who were implicated by several tentacles were probably the same, which made Lu feel a lot more relaxed. This means that there will not be as many victims as imagined.

   "What is the Steam Freak?"

   Lu Li tilted his head and asked.

  Sauron thought he was asking himself, and opened his mouth to speak when a crisp answer came from the air.

   "The characters and images in horror novels and comic books come from legends. Some conservative people and believers believe that the so-called science and those metal crafts are destroying the world and angering the gods, and then there are these contents."

   Compared with noble etiquette classes and boring painting and art, Anna prefers these interesting stories.

   "The Steam Freak is a mad scientist, he will capture innocent people to transform and synthesize them with those industrial products."

   "Let's go back and talk about this." Lu Li interrupted Anna's story, because Wheatley was about to die.

   Wheatley's chest became heaving and she didn't need to breathe because she had been dead for many days. The siphon sound like a beast licking water came from her chest, and she suddenly felt like an electric shock, she grabbed Lu Li's wrist tightly, panting rough, the swollen head lifted up, her cloudy eyes seemed to have focus, and she died. Staring at Lu Li: "Find...to...he..."

"I will."

   After receiving Lu Li's answer, Whitley's body lost the last trace of strength, those cloudy eyes gradually dimmed, the palm that held Lu Li became weak, broke away from his watch, and fell down.

   Her head bowed, and the last flame of life disappeared from her body.

  The people present and the ghost sighed in unison, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

   "Anna, set up a solidified stand."

  Lu Li stood up, took a step back and said.

   "What is the freezing position...?"

With his palm on his waist, Lu Li stared at the head hanging down in front of him: "I'll blow Whitley's head off later, in order to prevent the brain, blood, and hair from splattering when the head explodes, you must use your ability to prevent those things from spreading. "

   "Okay, I'll know if you say so. But it's really...evil..." Anna regretted asking Lu Li, so that she was disgusted now.

   She didn't want to ask why Lu Li wanted to blow up Whitley's head, and just used the rest of her energy to place the so-called "solidified position" around Whitley's body.

  Lu Li drew his gun and pulled the trigger.

   Amid the deafening gunshots, the windows trembled slightly, the meeting room was screaming, Wheatley's head exploded, but the **** scene did not occur. Like Hall, her broken body gradually turned into nothingness.

   This is a bit strange. It was also invaded by that thing, and the body was preserved after Claire's death, but Hall and Wheatley disappeared into the air after death, as if they never existed.

   However, at least they don't have to worry about what to do with the corpse.

   "We thought Wheatley was sick..."

  Sauron let out a turbid breath, not knowing what expression to use to face Lu Li: "Well... Mr. Lu Li is right. Do you have time? Maybe we can talk..."

"No time."

   "...Then how should I contact you?"

   "The business card is at the front desk, you can ask her for it later."

   "Ah okay."

The contrast between   Sauron before and after is a bit funny. He thought that Lu Li had a bad relationship, so he decided to shut up and said nothing, and sent Lu Li away from the Root Bank building.

   "Most people still don't seem to believe that there are ghosts in this world." Back in the carriage, Anna revealed her soul and whispered, "It's obvious that the disaster of the night is right in front of you... how stupid."

  Lu Li has a different view on this.

   "People with more knowledge are more likely to have doubts. This is the force that drives us forward. These people are more willing to trust their own eyes and judgments than illusory rumors."

   "The real fools are those who believe anything easily."

   (end of this chapter)