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Zhong Kui's Diary
When we got back in the car, Tian Zhiyong and Zhao Ting both acted as if nothing had happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Zhao Ting; there was a hint of unease on her face. Looking at Tian Zhiyong in the rearview mirror, he appeared completely indifferent.
No doubt about it, he must have been rejected.
I couldn't help but think maliciously that Tian Zhiyong, being neither from a prestigious family nor particularly good-looking, had no idea where he found the courage to confess to Zhao Ting. Wake up; fairy tales are just lies. The phrases about mountains collapsing and rivers drying up are merely tricks used by unscrupulous authors to pad their word count.
But isn't my situation with Guo'er quite similar to theirs? In my eyes, both Zhao Ting and Guo'er are not particularly concerned about family background or material wealth; it's just that Guo'er sees me while Zhao Ting does not see Tian Zhiyong. I let out a bitter laugh, closed my eyes, and leaned back in my seat, choosing to ignore it all.
The car soon arrived at Big Pit. After the four of us got out, Fatty and I led the way. Before long, we reached the rock wall, climbed up, and pushed aside the vines to reveal the entrance to the passage.
Just as we were about to enter, my phone suddenly rang; it was Lou Wei.
“Zheng Nan, we have made some progress here. The Doll is like this…” Lou Wei rambled on with a bunch of technical jargon. After listening for a while, I interrupted him impatiently: “Director Lou, we are about to go into battle with those three hundred Dolls. Can you point out their weaknesses or vulnerabilities?”
Lou Wei paused for a moment: “You’re going underground to duel with them right now?”
“There’s no other choice! I wish you could send a special reconnaissance team armed with Rocket Launchers to wipe them out, but there’s no time for that. What if those hundreds of Dolls blend into human society? Are you going to scan everyone on the street with a metal detector? And don’t even think about asking the Sun City police for help; who knows if the chief is just Gu Quan in disguise?” I said in frustration.
It seemed like there were people around Lou Wei; he whispered a few questions before finally saying, “These Dolls have very unstable brains. If they receive particularly strong stimuli, their brains will overheat and… crash. It will take at least an hour for them to recover after crashing.”
“What kind of strong stimuli are you talking about? Does borrowing money from them and not paying it back count?” I was extremely frustrated; this was practically useless information.
Lou Wei gave a bitter smile: “I don’t know. How about you wait for our main force to arrive?”
“I can’t wait!” I hung up the phone and entered the passage first. Zhao Ting followed closely behind me, then Fatty squeezed in with a flushed face, and finally Tian Zhiyong came in last.
Each of us took a shotgun and loaded it with bullets; everyone received ten extra rounds as backup since there was no place to store more. With flashlights in hand, the four of us cautiously moved forward.
The journey was uneventful, and after about half an hour, we arrived at the large iron gate. The gate was already closed, but when I pushed it with my hand, it felt loose, indicating that it was merely ajar.
I signaled to the three people behind me. Zhao Ting and Tian Zhiyong looked at me in confusion, not understanding the meaning of my gesture. Only Fatty laughed and said, "Ghost Brother, that gesture isn't universally recognized; only I understood it!"
I shushed him and scolded, "It's not something to brag about, so why shout so loudly?"
Fatty chuckled while holding his gun and rushed to the door, kicking it open with a loud bang. Then he cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouted with all his might, "Gu Quan beast, Wang Chuan beast, Autumn Red Flag beast, your uncle is here!"
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that moment. I shot Fatty a fierce glare and raised my gun as I charged inside.
The flashlight illuminated the area, revealing a quiet interior with no sounds. We moved forward until we reached the switch by the door and turned on the lights. The Print Shop was instantly bright.
Looking around, the Print Shop was empty; even the two Golden Skeletons at the end of the assembly line were nowhere to be seen. After a quick inspection, I called everyone over to the iron door and said, "Behind this door is the Golden Puppet warehouse. It was here that Fatty and I saw over three hundred Golden Puppets. Now Gu Quan and the others have dragged all the corpses from the Sun City gang over here, and several have already passed through. It's possible that someone inside has started reviving them."
"Get to the point!" Tian Zhiyong interrupted bluntly.
What’s wrong with him? If it weren't for the fact that he had just been rejected in his confession, I would have knocked him out.
Ignoring him, I continued, "As soon as I push this door open, all sorts of situations could arise. It's even possible that a group of Dolls might rush at us, so let's prepare for battle!"
I wasn't trying to scare anyone; if Gu Quan and his group really revived these Dolls, each one could be as formidable as Gu Quan himself—if not more so—considering there were quite a few Kung Fu masters among the gang members. Plus, they were tough and strong; I suddenly thought of the Shaolin Temple's Bronze Man Formation.
Fatty and the others nodded in agreement, readying their guns and aiming at the iron door.
I slowly applied pressure and pulled the iron door open just over a foot wide. Fatty dashed forward to the gap and fired a shot inside.
"Bang!"
The loud gunshot echoed hollowly in the hall, clearly missing any target.
With a snap, Fatty pulled the cylindrical handle, extending the gun barrel into the doorway, and fired again with a bang.
It seemed that the shot hit something, as a clattering sound came from that direction.
Hearing the noise, Fatty fired three more shots until all five bullets in the magazine were spent. He then retreated to reload. Zhao Ting rushed forward to take his place and was about to shoot when I quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, wait."
Zhao Ting looked at me suspiciously, and I smiled, "It seems quiet over there; can we conserve some bullets?"
Pulling the door open to about a meter wide, the light from this side immediately shone through. Looking around, the Doll hall was surprisingly empty; the two or three hundred Dolls that had been there earlier were all gone. Only a forklift was parked near the iron door, which seemed to be what Fatty had shot at.
Where did the Dolls go? I walked over to turn on the Light Bulb, but there was nothing in the hall.
"Where are they?" Tian Zhiyong looked at me and asked, "Where did your three hundred Golden Puppets go?"
His tone suggested he was somewhat suspicious of me. I furrowed my brow in anger, but Zhao Ting quickly said, "There might be other hidden rooms. Look, this forklift is used for transporting things!"
Upon hearing Zhao Ting's words, Fatty and I exchanged glances. Other hidden rooms? The only other place would be where Li Yunfan and the others were resting—the wooden cabin by the underground lake.
After discussing the situation of the underground lake with Zhao Ting, both of our faces slightly changed color. It was understandable; anyone would feel some fear when encountering the unknown for the first time.
Following the passageway back to where we had taken the elevator up, I shone my flashlight downwards. About three or four meters below us was a square Metal Plate blocking our view. I rummaged through my Spatial Bag and found a can of beer, tossing it down casually. It clinked as it hit the Metal Plate.
"This is controlled by a mechanism; the entrance mechanism is below," Fatty said with an air of someone experienced.
"But if there's only a mechanism below, how do people get down from above?" Zhao Ting countered while shining his flashlight around.
"Uh, maybe Gu Quan went in through that giant rock in the mine first and then opened the mechanism below!" Fatty stubbornly argued back.
"How is that possible? Don't assume everyone else's intelligence is like yours!" Tian Zhiyong scoffed.
Fatty was furious, his brows furrowing: "What do you mean by that?"
I knew Fatty's temper; if he got angry, he would use whatever was at hand, and right now, he was holding a Shotgun. I quickly grabbed Fatty and shouted sternly at Tian Zhiyong: "Listen, Tian, I don't care what kind of blow you just suffered. You need to calm down. Damn it, your petty issues are nothing. Forget about national righteousness for a moment; look around—there are nearly three hundred Golden Puppets watching us, and we could be in danger at any moment. Yet here you are, trying to save your pathetic pride by mocking us for a sense of existence. If you're scared, you can leave right now; no one will stop you. But if you keep talking nonsense over there, I swear I'll beat you to death!"
I glared at him fiercely, ready to act at the slightest sign of his anger. At that moment, it wouldn't just be a beating; everyone had guns, and any action would lead to serious consequences.
Tian Zhiyong's face shifted between red and white, his eyes flickering with various emotions—anger, shame, and finally guilt. He lowered his head and said hoarsely, "Alright, I admit I was wrong!"
A sigh of relief came from beside me; it was Zhao Ting: "Senior Brother, it's all my fault. I'm sorry."
Tian Zhiyong looked at Zhao Ting with a bitter smile: "It's not your fault; it's my mindset that was wrong. From now on, I've let it go. I will focus entirely on dealing with the Golden Puppets!"
Fatty and I exchanged glances and saw a hint of amusement in each other's eyes. The way he looked at Zhao Ting so affectionately—could he really let it go?
Not wanting to dwell on that any longer, we began knocking around the vertical passage. If there was a switch, it should be nearby. Watching Fatty run around aimlessly made me unable to resist teasing him a bit. Surprisingly, it was Fatty who found the mechanism in front of the Doll warehouse door.
With a series of clanking sounds, the Metal Plate retracted into the stone wall, revealing a square hole. As we stood next to the hole and looked down, we couldn't help but gasp in shock. Standing on the rising square table were about ten people; leading them was a man with a bushy beard—it was none other than Zhou Yaodong, the head of Lion's Hall. Beside him stood a thin middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses—who else could it be but Liu Jinhang?
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