Wen Shi raised an eyebrow, but didn't express an opinion.
The teenager wasn't an intern, so there was no food for him. This was fortunate, as most people would've wanted to stay away from such meals.
Wen Shi stirred the foamy, blood-tinted broth. In this world that highlighted purity, he didn't think chefs would've used dead players' bodies for cooking, at least not at that time. The only thing to figure out was whether not eating this bowl of food would've triggered the death rule.
If Wen Shi learned something from veteran players, it was to always find excuses.
In the previous instance, the only person who could've helped him buy time by detonating the staircase was likely A'Ling from the real bride's faction. She openly destroyed the castle master's staircase, yet she didn't die at the Earl's hands. That was worth thinking about.
Looking at things from A'Ling's point of view, in that critical moment, she either mustered her strength to endure the Earl's attack with the help of items, or she had already crafted a justification for her actions. Wen Shi was more inclined to believe the latter scenario. If he were in her shoes, he would have likely claimed that destroying the staircase was a strategic move to prevent the bride from escaping.
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Having a perfect excuse in advance might have led to punishment, but it wouldn't have resulted in death.
Wen Shi composed himself and decided to experiment. He stood in front of Tu Bianxi's table with a bowl in his hand and earnestly said, "You must be really hungry to eat so quickly. I was on the verge of becoming the ambassador for Big Factory's Beautiful Soul, so I felt obligated to make sure you're well-fed."
After speaking, he emptied the soup from his own bowl into Tu Bianxi's bowl.
Accompanied by a splashing sound, the entire process resembled pouring slop.
The bowl that had just been emptied was instantly full again, making Tu Bianxi's face turn frighteningly dark.
Having done all this, Wen Shi patted his shoulder and said, "You're welcome."
Tu Bianxi really wanted to push the person's head onto the table and stuff everything from the bowl, including the porcelain, into his mouth. However, doing so could easily anger Overseer Zhao, leading to being accused of provocation and misconduct and getting expelled.
Wen Shi's experiment was quite successful.
However, the other players didn't follow suit. Firstly, after witnessing Wen Shi's actions, everyone guarded their own bowls to prevent a similar incident. Secondly, they didn't have the status of an ambassador. It was highly likely that their attempts might backfire.
After the meal, Overseer Zhao led the new employees to collect their belongings. Each new employee received a set of their own work uniforms and a mobile phone. Then he began explaining the post-entry precautions.
"Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, everyone must gather downstairs in the dormitory on time. I will assign you to workshops. Interns are mainly responsible for handling raw materials and processing. Whether you'll be assigned to Workshop One or Workshop Two depends on your performance tonight. Workshop Two offers monthly incentives, and the benefits are better than Workshop One."
"Are we starting work tonight?" asked one of the twins.
When it came to attractive members of the opposite sex, Overseer Zhao seemed a bit more accommodating. "Of course not. Unless it's time for the night shift, the factory operates on regular working hours. You work from eight in the morning until noon, and then from two in the afternoon until six."
A bizarre smile tugged at the corner of Overseer Zhao's mouth, as if he recalled something. "At the beginning of the year, we hired a batch of interns. However, they violated the accommodation rules and had some bad luck. Some encountered thieves, got seriously injured, and some even lost their lives."
Overseer Zhao sighed as if regretting something. "After all, interns can only stay in the first three floors of the dormitory, without supervision during the night. Ensuring safety during nighttime is quite difficult."
His gaze swept over the players one by one. Overseer Zhao made a sinister prediction. "You university kids with skinny arms and legs, I doubt even half of you will survive tomorrow. However…"
He intentionally dragged out his words, adding suspense before saying, "Desperate for wealth, when you encounter thieves, you can buy your lives with money. For instance, with Beautiful Soul Elixir."
"But we haven't started working yet, and we don't have any salary."
"On credit," Overseer Zhao grinned. "I can introduce you to Hai Sheng from Workshop Three. He often keeps some Beautiful Soul Elixir on hand. You can give him an IOU note, but when it's time to pay back, you'll have to show some extra effort, for sure."
Hai Sheng.
Wen Shi remembered hearing this name outside the factory manager's office. The guy had once donated fifty yuan to Jian Qingrong. Later, after Jian Qingrong returned the fifty yuan, he ended up losing more than half his salary every month.
Wasn't that guy sick?
Wen Shi couldn't help but suspect that Hai Sheng wasn't sick at all, and he was just trying to swindle more money from Jian Qingrong.
This Overseer Zhao wasn't a good person either, probably taking the new employees to borrow 'high-interest loans'.
[Side Quest: Successfully Survive a Night in the Dormitory Building
Quest Reward: 50 points
Quest Description: This is a dormitory building where staying once means a lifetime commitment. It has been the nightmare of countless people. Always remember that the rules inside the dormitory are stricter than the ones in the factory. Also, never provoke senior employees on the sixth floor or above.
Players are requested to do their best and strive to see the dawn of the second day.]
The game's specific task assignment was proof enough that safely spending a night in the dormitory wasn't easy.
Other players also received notifications. Considering the Beautiful Soul Elixir they bribed during the interview, writing another IOU note would truly pile up debts.
Never underestimate an NPC's greed. Overseer Zhao played the hunger marketing card, "The quantity of available Beautiful Soul Elixir for borrowing is limited. Interested individuals can come with me now."
Apart from two veteran players who were confident in surviving the night alone, including Wen Shi, the rest followed Overseer Zhao.
However, Wen Shi had a different plan. He needed to get a closer look at this Hai Sheng.
The group returned to Workshop Three from the cafeteria. This time they delved much deeper than during the interview.
Workshop Three was actually quite spacious, with winding paths inside. The picking area, quality inspection area, and shipping warehouse were all said to be here. Hai Sheng was on the night shift tonight, and the night shift personnel had to take care of patrolling. According to Overseer Zhao, Hai Sheng wasn't feeling well these past days, probably catching up on sleep.
At this hour, the workers in the workshop had already finished their shifts. The lights, which were already not very bright, were turned off for the most part.
"Big Brother, I'm scared of the dark," the teenager tightened his grip on Wen Shi's sleeve. "Can I wait for you outside?"
For safety's sake, Wen Shi wanted to keep him close, but a drop of foul-smelling liquid falling from the ceiling quickly changed his mind.
…maybe it's better to stay inside the workshop.
"Just be careful and don't wander around." Wen Shi thought for a moment. "Go downstairs near the dormitory and find a hidden spot to wait for me."
"Okay."
After the teenager left, he didn't go far. He leaned against the outer door with his hands in his pockets. He could clearly feel that this factory wasn't clean. It wasn't terribly dangerous to say, but that timid overseer would probably flee soon.
The deeper they went, the heavier the cold and dampness became. Suddenly, a player exclaimed, "What the hell?"
Startled, Overseer Zhao snapped, "What's with the fuss?"
The player's lips moved a few times before finally speaking up, "There seems to be something on the ceiling."
"Did your eyes play tricks on you?" Overseer Zhao's expression seemed a bit uneasy.
Wen Shi also looked up, within the narrow fluorescent light tube, only speckled colors were illuminated. The obstructed parts resembled a distorted face. As Wen Shi tilted his head, he locked eyes directly with a pair of lifeless fish eyes.
A faint mist floated around the ceiling, currently condensing around the light tube. Gradually, the mist gathered to form hands, feet… limbs took shape. In the next moment, the brightness of the light increased significantly, and the humanoid figure that had been blocking the light inside suddenly disappeared.
Wen Shi took a step closer to Ji Yuanzhi. "Dad, protect me."
…
Something "plop" landed not far in front of them. The player walking ahead squatted halfway down, suppressing disgust as he said, "It's minced meat."
A blurry mass of flesh and blood blocked the path.
Overseer Zhao's expression changed multiple times. He blurted out, "I suddenly remembered I have something to attend to. You guys can go find Hai Sheng yourselves. Keep going inside, turn left at the second room, that's the shipping warehouse. He's in there."
With that, Overseer Zhao fled as if his life depended on it.
He practically dashed outside like a gust of wind. However, his running steps halted upon catching a whiff of a delicate fragrance.
Overseer Zhao turned his head and then spotted someone still standing there, which startled him.
The teenager smiled and gestured, "Hello, let's get acquainted."
Overseer Zhao found it totally bewildering. Coupled with the fear from earlier at the factory, he was about to reprimand when, at that moment, the teenager leisurely removed his mask. "It's so stuffy."
The instant he recognized that face, Overseer Zhao's blood rushed to his head. Soon, his entire face turned crimson. It took him a while before he managed to say a complete 'fine.'
The teenager smiled contentedly.
Overseer Zhao was so captivated that he didn't even grasp what the other person's lips were forming in speech.
•
Workshop Three
The abandoned players exchanged glances, surprised that the NPC had fled before even leading them to their destination.
Damn, heartless!
They had come this far, and leaving now wouldn't be justifiable. The group could only grit their teeth and continue forward, reassuring themselves that their numbers would prevent a complete wipeout.
Whatever they feared seemed to manifest.
The overhead fluorescent light suddenly burst into blinding brightness, and then the tube exploded.
Wen Shi carefully counted and heard four distinct explosions. In the darkness, an unnerving silence settled in.
Relying on their numbers, some tried using light-emitting items. Wen Shi also took out his[Flashlight]and attempted his newly issued mobile phone. Both prompted that these special circumstances prevented their use.
"Touch shoulders, count." Ji Yuanzhi suddenly spoke up.
Wen Shi reached out and felt the shoulder of the person beside him. Someone behind him also placed a hand on his shoulder.
"One." The first count came from Lil Sis.
After a brief pause, with no one speaking, Wen Shi said, "Two."
"Three…"
"Three." Two people almost spoke simultaneously, the later one stopped and corrected, "Four."
…
People started to count in succession, until they reached eleven, matching the number of players who entered.
Sweat beads formed on Wen Shi's forehead. He couldn't relax at all. He was sure that the person ahead of him had not counted.
The shoulder he held onto felt like a deflating balloon, gradually becoming limp. A chill crept up his hand as if he were holding an ice pop that was freezing his entire arm, making it difficult to let go.
He glanced at his attribute panel and indeed found an additional line of status after his health points: "Infiltrated by Yin energy."
"Wandering Corpse."
Without hesitation, Wen Shi summoned his war general.
The cooldown for the harp skill hadn't passed yet, so the Wandering Corpse could only attack in its primitive state. It excelled at [Devour] and [Heart Extraction], biting into the throat of the monster ahead. There was no anticipated spray of blood, just a mouthful of putrid stench.
"Warning: Your war general has inhaled toxic mist."
"The mist is currently corroding the Wandering Corpse."
While the Wandering Corpse tore at the monster, Wen Shi's arm could barely move. He received another notification.
"Your War General has been provoked, releasing[Sweet Floral Scent]."
Sweet Floral Scent?
Wen Shi realized it instinctively, linking it to the mutated pomegranate flower.
The monster in front of him seemed either disgusted or fearful of the sweet scent. It suddenly vanished, not straying far but shifting its target of attack.
Amidst four explosive sounds, the monsters shattered the team's formation.
Human vision would be obstructed by darkness, but not monsters, and similarly, not war generals. Wen Shi commanded the Wandering Corpse, "Turn left and take me to the shipping warehouse."
They were already inside the factory. There were no windows nearby. The cold wind rustled from above and descended.
Wen Shi's hand brushed against the edge of a machine. He brought it to his nose and sniffed, catching a whiff of blood. The Wandering Corpse led the way, not avoiding obstacles. Wen Shi accidentally kicked a metal bucket.
He could sense something inside the bucket.
.....
Wen Shi recalled the chef pulling out buckets filled with chunks of meat during the day. He asked in a serious tone, "What's in the bucket?"
The Wandering Corpse had an IQ of seventy-nine, though it had some cognitive issues. It had basic logical thinking and replied sluggishly, "Person, a man, mostly eaten."
Disregarding the unsettling description, Wen Shi tentatively deduced it was likely one of the players who didn't make it past the afternoon interview. For some unknown reason, they were taken away and then returned, ending up in the bucket.
"Like fodder." Wen Shi considered a possibility: could this corpse be used to feed the monsters in the factory, to appease them?
After all, well-fed beasts might spare other prey.
Staying near the monsters' "feeding trough" was undoubtedly dangerous. Wen Shi urged in a hushed voice, "Hurry."
Afterwards, the Wandering Corpse didn't bump into obstacles anymore. Wen Shi smoothly arrived outside the shipping warehouse. Coughing sounds echoed from inside, along with a man's low complaints, "Itchy as hell, so damn itchy."
To Wen Shi's surprise, he found that his phone worked here.
"Who?" a gruff male voice came from inside.
Wen Shi put away his phone and adjusted his breathing, using a disguised voice to answer, "Overseer Zhao sent me."
The sudden switch to a girlish tone startled the Wandering Corpse for a moment. Its eyes widened.
"Write an IOU note." As he scratched himself so vigorously that his skin was close to breaking, Hai Sheng said, "You're lucky. I only have ten bottles of Beautiful Soul Elixir left. You're the second one to come."
After confirming that there were no other players in the shipping warehouse through the Wandering Corpse, Wen Shi approached slowly. In the darkness, he whispered, "Why not turn on the lights?"
"I've got a bit of a skin condition lately, can't handle bright light," Hai Sheng impatiently retorted, "Why all the chit-chat? Hurry up and write the IOU note. Once you get paid, give me three bottles of the improved version of Beautiful Soul Elixir."
He provided new employees with the original Beautiful Soul Elixir, but collected three times the price for the improved version. Hai Sheng and Overseer Zhao had often profited from this scheme.
Writing an IOU note required some light. Hai Sheng barely found the flashlight button when a sharp pain shot through his neck. His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.
Even after receiving Wen Shi's elbow strike, he didn't lose consciousness. Furious, he cursed, "You dared to hit me? You damn scoundrel, you trying to steal Beautiful Soul Elixir?"
Wen Shi continued using that sweet, false voice, "Not really."
The factory prohibited stealing Beautiful Soul Elixir. He had witnessed Overseer Zhao reminding the cargo handlers. It was unlikely that private robbery was allowed either, otherwise, the senior employees could have just openly taken from the newcomers instead of resorting to IOU notes.
Wen Shi wasn't about to take risks for a few bottles of Beautiful Soul Elixir. He had the Wandering Corpse flip the man over and then stepped on Hai Sheng's waist, gripping his arm and giving a strong yank.
In the instant his arm was painfully dislocated, Hai Sheng let out a pained scream.
Wen Shi opened his phone. The factory-issued model was old-fashioned, like an outdated cell phone with big and bright text. Nevertheless, since it was a free communication device, Wen Shi didn't complain. He opened the camera and captured the moment.
"Aaah! Aaaah!"
Wen Shi made sure Hai Sheng wasn't severely injured, but each strike elicited cries of pain. Before leaving, he delivered a final elbow strike, leaving Hai Sheng nearly hoarse from yelling. With the Wandering Corpse, Wen Shi swiftly fled the scene.
As he exited, Wen Shi sensed something in the darkness, but he was unsure if it was a player or a monster. The former seemed more likely, as both sides were cautious, yet neither attacked.
Approaching the exit, they finally met the light again.
Wen Shi dismissed the Wandering Corpse. The sky had quickly darkened after 6 p.m., and now only faint light remained after sunset. He purchased three potions, restored his health, and hurriedly headed towards the dormitory building.
He looked around, but there was no sign of the teenager.
Considering the late hour, Wen Shi needed to first address the more pressing accommodation issue for the night before searching for the summoned individual. He calmed himself slightly, reentering the unsettling darkness of the dormitory building. Devoid of streetlights before the dormitory, climbing the stairs felt like stepping into a monster's belly step by step.
Wen Shi ascended to the fourth floor in one breath, only to be stopped by the dormitory supervisor, who held an electric baton as if one wrong word from Wen Shi could trigger an attack.
With composure, Wen Shi produced an application form. "The manager asked me to submit this tomorrow. There are a few parts I don't know how to fill, so I came specifically to seek guidance from the previous ambassador for Beautiful Soul."
Since the excuse seemed plausible enough, the dormitory supervisor believed it. This owed partly to Wen Shi's visit to the fourth floor with the interviewer that afternoon, which helped avoid too much suspicion.
"Don't stay too long," warned the dorm supervisor.
He walked to the end of the corridor alone.
Once again standing outside Room 401, Wen Shi adjusted his mood and gently knocked on the door.
After about half a minute, the door finally opened. A desk lamp illuminated the room. Jian Qingrong still wore his worn-out uniform, standing straight in place. He didn't say a word, his messy hair framing a pair of dark eyes that stared fixedly at Wen Shi.
Wen Shi rubbed his arm, which had felt numb due to the Yin energy. He handed over his phone and showed him Hai Sheng's miserable state.
"You're Beautiful Soul's ambassador, and I am too, so roughly speaking, we're friends, right?" Wen Shi patted his chest. "As friends, I have a responsibility to protect your property. This Hai Sheng isn't a good person, so I've given him a lesson on your behalf."
Jian Qingrong's expression was hard to read, and he didn't respond.
Continuing his train of thought, Wen Shi added, "It's only fair to return the favor, right? How about you invite me to stay at your dormitory for a night? Oh, and my little brother too, I need to bring him along."
Jian Qingrong finally reacted, his gaze carrying a hint of confusion. It seemed he couldn't comprehend why Wen Shi had the audacity to come find him again after the events of the afternoon, let alone suggest staying over.
In truth, if there were other options, Wen Shi wouldn't want things to be this way.
Dormitories were off-limits to outsiders, and unless he wanted to forcefully eject the teenager, there was only this route available.
After careful consideration, the only glimmer of hope lay in staying in Room 401. Wen Shi believed the prohibition on outsiders might not be set in stone. After all, Jian Qingrong's father lived in the dormitory, didn't he? Perhaps this room was an exception.
Jian Qingrong mused softly, "My father doesn't like outsiders disturbing him."
With the door to that small room wide open, illuminated by the light, Wen Shi could clearly see the outline of the old man. He sat in the same posture as this afternoon, back turned to the entrance. On the main table lay a single portion of boxed meal. Before Wen Shi entered, Jian Qingrong must have been having his dinner.
A dutiful son who had lived with his father for many years wouldn't neglect preparing meals for the old man.
Wen Shi managed to maintain a smile and waved towards the inner room. "Good day, Uncle. Is it alright if my little brother and I stay here for a night?"
After a brief pause, he looked at Jian Qingrong and added, "Uncle is silent, so Uncle is giving his consent."
"..."
After this exchange, Wen Shi couldn't hide his unease. Even though he had a thick skin, saying those words made him feel a bit self-conscious. His ears felt slightly warm.
Jian Qingrong noticed the faint redness on his earlobes. After a while, the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, casting a dim light on his expression. "Fine."
He agreed to Wen Shi's request to bring his little brother along and stay.
Despite achieving his goal, Wen Shi couldn't find much joy in it. Considering what had happened in the afternoon, staying in Room 401 was definitely not a good thing.
Jian Qingrong lowered his gaze again. "I don't have spare bedding at home. Go to the first floor and pick a set."
Wen Shi cautiously inquired, "Is it alright to take without asking?"
"Interns usually don't stay for long. You can choose any room below the fourth floor."
Couldn't stay for long, and even skipping the process of room allocation. No matter how he thought about it, this statement carried implications. It seemed the mortality rate in this dormitory was even higher than expected.
Wen Shi used the excuse of fetching bedding to go downstairs, but his real intention was to search for the teenager's whereabouts.
He wandered around the dormitory building, about to expand his search, when fate played a hand. Ahead, a group of players approached, and one of them was Tu Bianxi.
Tu Bianxi was in conversation with another player, their interaction seemed close. The other player had a tattoo of a broken goat horn on their neck, similar to the player who first approached Wen Shi in the square. It was likely some kind of guild. Wen Shi pursed his lips, reminding himself to be cautious. He hadn't exactly been polite to that player earlier.
Tu Bianxi had long noticed Wen Shi and deduced that he was searching for someone.
As he approached, Tu Bianxi smiled and remarked, "Wearing a mask is either to hide ugliness or beauty. That kid looks like a real beauty from the mortal world. You're quite protective of him, I just wonder how long you can keep that up."
The puppet doll's eye sockets were oozing murky yellow liquid, dripping onto the ground and leaving a stain.
Tu Bianxi clicked his tongue. "Time for another eye replacement."
The other three players watched the interaction between the two, each lost in thought.
The player from the Seventh Commandment who teamed up with Tu Bianxi had a grudge against Pei Wenwei, who had embarrassed the Seventh Commandment publicly. It wasn't surprising that he was targeted now. Especially with a liability, Pei Wenwei's situation was even more precarious.
What puzzled them was Ji Yuanzhi allowing the newbie to fend for himself after purchasing a team slot.
Just as the saying goes, when mentioning Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives. Ji Yuanzhi returned to the dormitory building just as the last moments of daylight faded. Seeing Tu Bianxi walking alongside the Seventh Commandment member, he narrowed his eyes.
[T/N: mentioning Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives = speak of the devil]
Tu Bianxi didn't engage in verbal sparring with Ji Yuanzhi.
Among all the players this time, he feared Ji Yuanzhi the most. No one in the virtual world knew what exactly his skills were.
Before they could exchange more than a glance, another group arrived…
Surprisingly, it was the teenager and Overseer Zhao.
The teenager voluntarily removed his mask and walked beside Overseer Zhao, pretending not to notice the covetous gazes. He quickly spotted Wen Shi among the crowd and said, "Big Brother, this kind-hearted gentleman has agreed to take us to the fifth floor."
The rule against bringing outsiders into the dormitory building only applied to residents on the fourth floor and below.
After speaking, the teenager tilted his head up, his enchanting eyes fixed on Overseer Zhao. "You're really kind."
So kind, might as well go all the way and die tonight, permanently giving that room to him and his big brother.
Unable to hear the teenager's true thoughts, Overseer Zhao licked his lips and wished he could lead them inside right away, welcoming the approaching night. "It's just a small effort."
This scene left the other players dumbfounded.
At first, they were amazed by the teenager's fatally attractive looks, then they were stunned by the hidden meaning behind his words.
Tu Bianxi showed an unusual moment of confusion, then he looked at Wen Shi with a meaningful gaze. "Using him to seduce the overseer, Pei Wenwei, I underestimated you."
The member of Seventh Commandment standing nearby was also looking at Wen Shi with eyes that could only be described as degrading.
They had miscalculated. Someone as ruthless as Pei Wenwei, caring so much about his in-game younger brother, must have ulterior motives.
The surrounding players instinctively took a step back from Wen Shi.
What a ruthless person!
Too ruthless! How could someone come up with such a vile scheme?
Wen Shi had lived for over twenty years and had never cared about being misunderstood or explaining himself to others.
But this time, he immediately jumped in to refute, "It's not me, I didn't do it!"
Seeing that no one believed him, Wen Shi turned his head and looked at Ji Yuanzhi. "Golden Daddy, I…"
Before he could finish his sentence, a chilling figure slowly approached from the dormitory building. It was Jian Qingrong. He glanced at the crowd below and his deep eyes locked onto Wen Shi. "What's taking you so long?"
His gaze swept past the teenager. Jian Qingrong was the only person present who didn't show surprise at his appearance. He simply said calmly, "Let's go."
"Go?" The teenager repeated in confusion.
When facing Jian Qingrong, he instinctively put up a guard. The teenager's captivating appeal relied not only on his looks but also stems from unique racial talents. However, this person looked at him without desire, as if observing a piece of decaying wood.
"Your Big Brother came to see me. You both will stay with me tonight."
The teenager blinked in surprise and looked at Wen Shi. Could this Big Brother be one of their kind?
Wen Shi: "..."
Ji Yuanzhi tilted his head and said, "I believe you now."
Clearly, Ji Yuanzhi wasn't the one who instructed his "little brother" to seduce the overseer. One chose to take action personally, the other acted spontaneously.
How should one put it, they were meant to be true brothers.
The most confused one was Overseer Zhao, who, upon realizing, immediately turned to Jian Qingrong and angrily questioned, "Say it again, where are they going to stay?"
Jian Qingrong seemed naturally timid, yet he was also quite rigid. When it came to things he needed to do, he would repeatedly express his intentions. Just as he needed to move out of the dormitory, he had to write an application and get the factory manager's approval. The factory manager had torn up his application at least three times, but Jian Qingrong still went ahead.
At this moment, Jian Qingrong gazed at Wen Shi and answered indifferently, "They'll stay with me. He said it himself."
Overseer Zhao, preoccupied with his little beauty, shifted to a tone laden with pressure and asked Wen Shi, "Oh, is that so?"
With the silent Jian Qingrong ahead and the angry Overseer Zhao behind, Wen Shi instinctively looked towards the nearby Tu Bianxi. To his surprise, the usually ruthless Tu Bianxi actually took a step back and, along with his puppet doll, started looking everywhere but at him, as if they didn't know him at all.
Wen Shi's eyelid twitched.
"..." Can you all act like human beings!