MTL - Virtue is Abundant-Chapter 10 Changhong Street
Changhong Street.
This is a bar street, with a lot of fish and dragons and a lot of traffic. Every night, the music is loud and it is very lively.
Wu Xiaode got out of the car, held up the clown mask on his face, hurried all the way, bypassed the front of the street, and knocked on the side door of a bar.
The camera on the door was aimed at him.
Wu Xiaode took out the card and waved it casually.
Waited for a while.
The door opens.
Wu Xiaode walked in.
"Mr. Clown, you are quite a face." The waiter in charge of reception said.
"I do come less often." Wu Xiaode said.
"Are you looking for fun or business?"
"Do the right thing."
"Please come with me." The waiter smiled.
It was only after eight o'clock in the evening, there were not many people in the venue, and the music was very soft.
Wu Xiaode followed the waiter all the way in and entered a box in the depths of the bar.
"welcome."
A bald man wearing sunglasses was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar and raising a glass to Wu Xiaode.
There were five or six coquettish and beautiful women sitting on the sofa.
A few burly men were standing or sitting, guarding the door, their faces full of fierce and rebellious expressions.
"I need to buy something." Wu Xiaode said.
The bald man made a few strokes in the void in front of him, and a soft female voice suddenly sounded in the box:
"Customer No. 3057, platinum card, use year: four years, anonymous."
The bald-headed man said "tsk tsk" twice and exhaled a ring of smoke: "I haven't used this platinum card - you must still have a lot of money in your account - do you want to spend some money, brother will take you for a good night today?"
"No need." Wu Xiaode said calmly.
"Your Excellency doesn't sound like you're eighteen years old, tsk, getting this card means that you can spend the money on it as you like - come on, let me show you the real prosperous side of the world, how about that?" The bald man grinned. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth that turned yellow and black.
"I said no." Wu Xiaode said.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
"Go, get out, get out." The bald man waved his hand irritably to his side.
Those beautiful girls got up one after another and walked towards the door of the box.
The thugs surrounded Wu Xiaode.
"You kid—"
The bald man was about to say some harsh words, but suddenly stopped.
I saw that the clown suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly on the wall.
A handprint several inches deep appeared quietly.
In addition to the cement, the place covered by the handprint happened to have a steel decorative board.
The steel decorative panels were also pressed into the wall together—
It looks like it's made of paper.
The clown withdrew his hand, said nothing, and sat there quietly, as if nothing had happened.
The bald man paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Come on, good brother, it's the first time we've met, come over and sit down and have a drink together—"
"What are you dumb girls doing? Feifei, Xiaoxiao, and Lili, serve the distinguished guests together!"
The girls laughed and surrounded Wu Xiaode.
"I don't need these, I'm in a hurry, I have something to buy right away." Wu Xiaode's voice sounded behind the clown mask.
"Okay, okay, listen to you."
The bald man asked the girls to retreat, poured a glass of wine and handed it to Wu Xiaode, and then asked, "Brother, what do you want?"
"An identity."
"How long will it take?"
"Seven days."
"Seven days?"
"Yes, my time is very precious, seven days... almost enough."
"No problem, let's choose."
The bald man snapped his fingers and said, "Qianqian, the twenty-first type of service provides holographic images for customers to choose from."
A burst of light and shadow suddenly appeared in the box, condensing into the images of men with different looks.
Wu Xiaode looked at these images and asked, "Is it reliable?"
"Absolutely reliable, these people are here with me. After you choose, they will disappear for a day, and you will appear on the street as them—"
The bald man said in a serious tone: "Anything that happens on this day will be counted on their heads, even if it's murder."
"I guess it's not cheap." Wu Xiaode said.
"Of course, because you have a card number 3057, brother, and are our platinum customers, you can enjoy such a service - the price is naturally worthy of the content of the service." The bald man said.
Wu Xiaode looked at those characters.
These people are tall or short, fat or thin, and of different ages.
"If I choose this fat man, is there any way for me to pretend to be him?" Wu Xiaode pointed at a bald fat man.
"Injections speed up cell metabolism, temporarily showing an aging body, and there are special modelers who stick fat glue on your body, and there will never be a problem with facial modeling, and you can directly generate facial headgear; as for the pupils are also 3D printed. Special optical contact lenses, please rest assured."
"It's very professional, not bad, but how to solve the problem of height?" Wu Xiaode said.
"We have specialized martial arts experts to provide a one-time bone reduction service. It's a bit painful, so you can choose a painless package." The bald man shrugged.
"Very good, I want this person's identity." Wu Xiaode said.
He pointed to a thin young man.
"Qianqian, read the data." The bald man said.
"Yes," the female voice began to read: "Name: Zhang Chen, a peasant in the first suburb of the capital, working in the No. 51 Plantation till now."
"I'm innocent." The bald man said.
"Okay, it's him." Wu Xiaode said.
The box door opened.
Several men walked in, looked at Wu Xiaode and said, "Guest, please follow us to complete the modeling."
Wu Xiaode stood up.
The bald man also stood up, laughed and stretched out his hand: "Brother, welcome to the underground world, you are really outstanding, I seem to have seen a rising star."
Wu Xiaode took his hand and said, "Do you have any guns to sell?"
"Brother, guns are hard to deal with. If we have that thing, it will be troublesome." The bald man said sincerely.
"Okay, I understand, thank you this time." Wu Xiaode said.
The bald man smiled and said, "Welcome anytime."
Wu Xiaode followed those people out of the box.
After he left, the bald man heaved a sigh of relief, sat down on the sofa, grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it wildly, muttering in a low voice:
"Damn, what a hell, it almost scared me to death..."
A subordinate said puzzled: "Boss, it's just a handprint on the wall. Although this skill is good, it won't make you so polite."
Several other subordinates nodded, all agreeing.
The bald-headed man raised his neck and gulped for a while, and drank the bottle of wine completely, only a little bit more blood on his face.
He stood up, walked to the side of the wall, and said in a low voice:
"Do you know why I'm the boss, and aren't you?"
The thugs shook their heads blankly.
"Eyes."
The bald man said, stretched out his hand, and tapped lightly beside the handprint.
wow la la—
The masonry fragments kept falling down, and the entire wall several meters high sank directly inward.
The previous handprint was gone.
A giant handprint over one meter long and several meters deep appeared on the wall.
The bald-headed man ignored the surprise and shouts of his subordinates, took a few steps back, and looked at this huge and hideous handprint to himself.
The unconvinced subordinate before trembled:
"Boss, what the **** is this method? Just looking at it, my legs are shaking..."
The bald man snorted coldly and scolded, "A bunch of little bastards, now they know they're afraid, they don't even wink at all, and now they're all out for me!"
The thugs were completely convinced, and one by one they bowed their heads and walked out of the box.
Bang!
The box door closed.
The bald man took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, then muttered in a low voice:
"Damn, it scared me to death."
…
Under the dark of night.
Changhong Street was brightly lit and crowded.
Wu Xiaode walked slowly along the street, and suddenly looked at a shop window.
The news is being broadcast on the big screen in the window.
The dignified and elegant hostess looked serious and said to the camera: "The murderer's methods were extremely cruel. The two deceased were tied to chairs and burned alive... The name of the murderer is: Wu Xiaode, who committed arson and murder, and is currently at large. Please raise the awareness of the general public. Be vigilant, the special combat team has been dispatched..."
Wu Xiaode stood still.
Two patrolmen in black uniforms walked past him without looking at him.
At this moment, Wu Xiaode's appearance has changed into a person named Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen is a suburban peasant with a clean identity. He is very ordinary among the crowd and won't attract anyone's attention at all.
Wu Xiaode's eyes flashed and he looked towards the void.
The thick black-covered book was quietly opened, revealing a line of small ice crystal characters:
"Are you sure you want to issue a commission?"
"I'm sure."
Wu Xiaode said silently in his heart.
The opportunity to issue a commission was obtained when the ancestor spirit was completed.
Wu Xiaode intends to use it.
I will soon go to the Devil's Den.
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I saw a small line of ice crystals appearing again on the Book of the Dead:
"Please find a remote, quiet and uninhabited place so that this book can be commissioned on the Wishing Wall."
Wu Xiaode thought for a while, and remembered that in this urban area, there are several demolition areas. The houses are half demolished and no one lives there.
- Just go there.
He was about to start walking when a piece of news on the big screen suddenly caught his attention.
I saw the host read: "The earthquake in the Western Ocean has just passed, but the coastal cities have not experienced any tsunami. This is quite fortunate, but it also makes us feel strange."
"Let's connect with the frontline reporters."
The camera turned.
I saw a middle-aged man standing on the long embankment by the coast, with a helicopter parked next to it.
He held the microphone and said, "Friends in the audience, I'm standing by the coast right now, but the tsunami didn't come as expected. As you can see, the sea is calm and calm... Wait, that's a mirage!"
He turned sideways and pointed in the direction of the sea.
On the distant horizon, many huge shadows rose up silently, spreading all over the place.
The middle-aged reporter said incessantly: "It's really spectacular. Everyone knows that a mirage is a virtual image formed by the light reflected by an object and refracted by the atmosphere. It is an optical illusion..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
Because the huge scene on the sea gradually became clear.
It was a huge palace complex shrouded in ice and snow.
On the city wall of the palace complex, stood one after another black skeletons, holding various weapons, with dark ghosts flashing in their eye sockets, looking towards the coast.
