Global Collapse-Chapter 625 - 593: Black Heart Collapse_1

Gu Mian had originally planned to ask the man if he recognized a little girl in a red dress. Now, there was no need to ask; his reply had directly choked off 007's question.

Although the man claimed he hadn't seen any other children, 007 could tell he was hiding something.

007 lowered her head, thinking. Perhaps he knew the little girl in red. Otherwise, why would that girl cling to his back and no one else's?

But since he had denied it, pressing further would seem forced.

If they used the torture instruments now, they might get more information, but torture wasn't her department. 007 began to miss Gu Mian, who had just left with the torture instruments. I wonder if he's started his performance yet?

Gu Mian had followed the five children to the rooftop.

This bird's-nest-like structure wasn't hollow; its topmost layer covered the space below, presumably to protect the delicate audience members from getting drenched during rain.

At this moment, Gu Mian stood at the very top of this carnival-like building.

Like most buildings, accessing the rooftop required passing through a large door. Gu Mian was standing right in front of the door leading to the rooftop.

Before him was a three-meter-wide, double-leafed iron door, its surface coated with deep brown paint. Due to frequent use, the paint had been rubbed off in many places.

A thick, long chain was wound several times around the door handles, and where the chain met, it was secured with a large, somewhat rusty lock.

The door was locked very securely. Gu Mian surveyed the sturdy door before him.

Is it to prevent people from breaking in? Or to stop those on the rooftop from escaping?

Gu Mian remembered the little girl saying something like, "Let's go to our usual place."

It seems this is the 'usual place' she mentioned. Considering what the snake-headed mask said earlier, these children must be bringing their chosen Lower Class People here to 'play.'

Mike reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a brass Key.

He took two steps forward, walked up to the slightly rusty large lock, raised the Key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it gently.

CLICK. The large lock on the chain sprang open.

Mike removed the rust-stained lock and threw it onto the ground at his feet, where it landed with a heavy thud.

After removing the lock, he reached out to push the iron door.

Presumably because the iron door was too heavy, Mike couldn't budge it.

He stopped, turned to Gu Mian with a malicious look, and said, "You open the door."

At this, all the children turned to look at Gu Mian, their faces bearing the same malicious expression. Gu Mian knew without a doubt that there was something behind the door intended to give him the "shock of his life."

Gu Mian had seen such expressions many times before.

It was the typical look of eager onlookers anticipating trouble.

When someone looked at you like that, you were usually about to be the target of a prank.

Once the prank succeeded, the spectators would surround the miserable, tricked person, laughing triumphantly.

Seeing this expression, Gu Mian grew vigilant.

There must be some kind of prank behind the door. I can't fall for it. A prank involving a door would most likely mean a bucket of water falling when it's opened, soaking the person from head to toe—a chillingly 'refreshing' experience.

Gu Mian had no desire to put on a 'wet look' show here.

He adjusted the hem of his clothes and, amidst the children's sinister smiles, took a few steps forward and stopped before the heavy iron door.

Then he kicked it open with a violent thrust.

BANG!

The two leaves of the door, propelled by immense force, slammed into the walls on either side. Bright light streamed in from the wide-open doorway, and Gu Mian took in the scene before him.

Surprisingly, no basins or buckets fell from above. The atmosphere, however, turned peculiar. For some reason, Gu Mian felt the smiles on the nearby children's faces had frozen.

Then, hushed discussions began.

"What the hell is he? I've never seen a Lower Class Person open a door with such force before!"

"They all say he's not right in the head. He doesn't seem scared of us at all. But that's what makes this type interesting. Those other Lower Class People we brought here before were scared to death of us; it was no fun at all."

"We need to teach him a lesson! It's more fun to make people like him, who aren't afraid of us, wet their pants in fear the next time they see us. Wait until he sees what's on the rooftop; he won't be so cocky then. It'll scare him to death!"

Their discussion was punctuated by scornful laughter.

By now, Gu Mian's gaze had already swept across the rooftop twice.

Looking in through the wide-open doorway, the first thing he saw was the clear, azure sky in the distance. A breeze swept in from the distant sky, carrying a fresh scent.

The sun shone brightly, bathing the entire rooftop in a pleasant warmth.

Directly opposite the door, a large sheet of oilcloth was spread on the ground. It rustled in the wind and, judging by the signs of wear, had been there for a long time.

One corner of the oilcloth was weighed down by a large blue barrel.

The barrel was one and a half meters tall, made of sheet iron, and in a dilapidated state. Much of its paint had peeled off, especially near the bottom and around the rim.

Unwashable stains covered the barrel, with dark brown patches clinging to its surface. It somewhat resembled the barrels chicken vendors at the market used to collect blood when slaughtering chickens.

But a chicken vendor's barrel wouldn't be this big.

This thing doesn't look like it's for killing chickens. More like…

At that moment, Mike stepped forward, crossed the threshold onto the rooftop, and glanced back at Gu Mian smugly. He seemed to be showing off his collection, eagerly anticipating Gu Mian's reaction to these "treasures."

Gu Mian, for his part, was examining the scene with great seriousness.

Under the children's gazes, he took a few steps forward, crossed the threshold onto the rooftop to get a clearer view.

His gaze moved past the barrel that looked like it was for killing chickens to several stacks of transparent rubber tubes. Beside the stacks of tubes was a pile of folded transparent oilcloth, weighed down by a large stone to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

On the ground next to the oilcloth was something resembling a suitcase. The large case was open, revealing its contents.

Only upon seeing what was inside did Gu Mian realize it wasn't a suitcase, but a toolbox.

Inside the box were items he was very familiar with.

They were often used in craniotomies or amputations.

However, the instruments used in surgery were much cleaner than what he was seeing now. All the tools in this large box were stained with dried blood. He couldn't tell if this was intentional or if the person responsible for them was too lazy to clean them.

Looking at the filthy tools in the large box, Gu Mian's expression turned to one of disgust.

Mike, standing nearby, was intently observing Gu Mian's face, trying to detect fear or horror on it. The Lower Class People they had brought here before had always shown such expressions upon seeing the bloodied tools.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the only expression he saw on Gu Mian's annoying face was disgust.

No fear, no horror—just disgust.

Disgust? That's not right. How could he be showing *that* kind of expression?

Mike stared hard at Gu Mian's face, trying to pick apart his expression for other emotions, like fear or panic.

To his surprise, after staring for a while, the look of disgust on the face before him only deepened.

Looking at the incongruous expression on Gu Mian's face, Mike's head began to throb, and he felt an overwhelming sense of frustration.