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Zhong Kui's Diary
Fatty stood behind me, excitedly chattering, "Ghost Brother, where did you learn that from?"
"Learn? Nonsense! I taught myself!" I carefully tapped the Hammer. With a ding, the bullet didn't fire. I tapped it again, but still no ignition. Could it be that fairy tales are all lies?
"Ghost Brother, it’s not working. Maybe your stance is wrong?" Fatty laughed from behind.
I rolled my eyes and handed the dagger and Hammer to Fatty: "Here, you do it. Show me how it's done!"
Fatty didn't hesitate, took the tools, aimed at the bullet's primer, and with a swift motion, he struck down. There was a bang as the bullet's powder ignited, and the bullet shot out with a ping, hitting the door and bouncing back, startling both of us.
It seems this thing only works with violence.
Based on the bullet's mark, I adjusted the position of the Lathe and placed another bullet in. To prevent Fatty from shaking the Lathe while striking, I squatted down and held onto its base tightly.
Fatty cleared his throat dramatically and struck again with a bang. This time, a loud noise came from the Lock Hole. It seemed the bullet had hit the lock; we hurried over to check and found that the padlock had been blown apart.
Both of us were overjoyed as we reached out to remove the lock. With a pull, the iron door creaked open.
Outside was a rocky passage. We turned on our flashlights and walked along the passage for about twenty minutes until we saw a crack in the rocks with light seeping through. This must be the exit.
The crack wasn't wide, about forty centimeters. I could squeeze through sideways, but Fatty had some trouble.
"You should have lost weight long ago!" I laughed at Fatty's round belly.
"Every Fatty has tried to lose weight; I'm no exception. During that time, I ran, climbed mountains, swam—nothing could stop me," Fatty gazed up at the cave ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, looking nostalgic.
"And what happened?" I asked curiously.
"Well... I went from being a Fatty to a black Fatty!"
"Get lost!"
Laughing aside, I had Fatty take off his belt. Taking a deep breath and pulling in his stomach, I quickly tightened the belt around his belly, looking around to make sure: "That should do it. Let's go. Fortunately, this stone crevice isn't too long; it won't suffocate you."
Fatty's face began to turn red from holding his breath. Just as he was about to squeeze into the crevice, he suddenly remembered something and turned around, signaling me to loosen the belt. Confused, I complied, and Fatty took a deep breath: "Ghost Brother, I was thinking, should we take out that golden arm we broke off?"
"At a time like this, you're still thinking about that? Are you planning to make a hundred gold bracelets for An Ran?" I laughed, but inwardly agreed; honestly, if Fatty was doing this, I wanted to snag an arm too.
"You've got it all wrong. I think these Golden Puppets must have other elements added to their bodies. If we take one specimen back and send it to Lou Wei or Lingfeng for testing, we might find some clues." Fatty said with a serious expression.
"Wow, when did your awareness get so high?" I nodded in appreciation but then thought of something and looked at Fatty disdainfully: "Don't you still have a Finger Joint on you?"
"Right! I'll just send the Finger Joint to Lingfeng and keep the arm for myself." Fatty secured his belt again, his expression gradually shifting to one of shamelessness.
"Alright, I'll go snag an arm too." I laughed and turned back with Fatty.
"Ghost Brother, how did they manage to bring such a large machine in through this tiny crevice?" Fatty asked as we walked.
"There must be another passage somewhere. Do you remember how we got in?" I casually replied. "That guy funding Li Yunfan definitely has some extraordinary means."
"Could that person be a Taoist?" Fatty suddenly speculated.
"That's possible."
The two of us chatted idly until we quickly returned to the Doll warehouse and walked straight to the Doll with the severed arm. Fatty picked up the arm he had broken off earlier and handed it to me, laughing: "Ghost Brother, how much do you think this arm is worth?"
I weighed the golden arm bone in my hand: "This is probably around fifty or sixty pounds. Let's say it's 0000 grams; with the current gold price at 00 yuan per gram, that's three times three equals nine, followed by six zeros—six figures—about nine hundred thousand. Huh, seems like it's not worth much after all?"
Fatty was taken aback for a moment, then spat, "Six zeros, and there's a nine in front, it's clearly a seven-digit number! This arm is worth nine million! If we take two arms out, we'll be millionaires!"
I laughed heartily and threw the golden hand bone over my shoulder. "Alright, let's hurry up and break it off. Once we get a piece down, we can leave. After we get out, we won't worry about anything else. We'll find Xiao Yuan to ask about the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit Pearl, then go into the ancient tomb to find the Nine Nether Grass to save Guo'er. From then on, we'll just focus on having kids and enjoying life!"
Fatty made a sound of agreement, spat into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and placed them on Number One Puppet's arm. Just as he was about to exert force, he suddenly let go and took a step back, frowning. "Ghost Brother, something feels off!"
"What feels off?"
"Didn't I raise Number One's arm earlier and pose it upright in the air?" Fatty pointed at Number One Puppet. "Look, both of its arms are hanging down now!"
Hearing Fatty say this made me shiver. After thinking for a moment, I smiled and said, "Maybe it's just because of its own weight that it fell down."
Fatty shook his head. "I feel like something's not right."
I impatiently urged him, "Do you still want to become a millionaire or not? Hurry up and break it off so we can leave!"
With a furrowed brow, Fatty stepped forward to twist Number One's arm. Just then, something terrifying happened—the Number One Puppet suddenly moved, its mouth opening and closing as it emitted a series of murmurs.
The sound resembled a child talking in their sleep.
Damn! This is just a skeleton; it has no throat or trachea—how is it making sounds? Fatty quickly retreated to my side, staring at Number One Puppet with a look of desperation.
I saw Number One Puppet twist its neck, raise its hand above its head, and open its mouth wide like a child waking from sleep, stretching and yawning.
I tugged at Fatty's shirt to signal him to sneak away quietly. The two of us tiptoed about ten meters; I didn't even dare to lower the golden hand bone in my hands for fear of waking up the Number One Puppet.
Just as we were about to step into the entrance of the Print Shop, I couldn't help but turn back to look. I saw Number One Puppet move slightly as if it had noticed us and began striding towards us with clattering sounds.
I threw the hand bone away and shouted, "Run!"
Fatty heard this and immediately ran off, giving off a vibe of a lone rider galloping away, Damn, clearly just a pig fleeing.
As I ran, I looked back and saw Number One Puppet increasing its pace, the sound of its footsteps growing louder like a rapid drumbeat, getting closer and closer.
Soon, we reached the iron gate behind the Control Panel. I shouted, "Fatty, close the door!"
Fatty, who was running ahead, happened to be right by the gate. Upon hearing my shout, he slammed on the brakes, the rubber soles of his shoes screeching against the ground. I leaped into the air, using the door frame to counteract my momentum. After landing, Fatty and I each grabbed a side of the door and slammed it shut with a loud bang.
"Quick, find something to secure the doorknob!" Fatty yelled at me. He knew my Spatial Bag was filled with all sorts of random items.
I reached into my Spatial Bag, my mind racing with one thought: a long or stick-like object would work best since only those shapes could fit through the doorknob like a lock.
I pulled out a flashlight. Hmm, this is too short to secure it. I handed the flashlight to Fatty and rummaged around again until I finally found something long and thin. It turned out to be a phone charger’s Power Supply cable.
Fatty was so anxious that his voice changed: "What good is such a thin wire? Do you have anything else? If not, I'm cutting ties with you right now!"
Damn, cutting ties? Why don't you just cut your own?
"We don't have time!" I gritted my teeth as the sound of footsteps outside grew louder. With no other choice, I quickly wrapped the Power Supply cable around the doorknob and urged Fatty to turn and run. Who knows how long this would hold?
Behind us came loud banging sounds against the iron door. As we ran, Fatty shone his flashlight back and said, "Damn... Ghost Brother, why does this guy only know how to bang on doors?"
"Motherfucker, what does it matter to you? Just focus on the path ahead!" As we turned a corner in the passageway, I nearly crashed into the rocky wall. Unable to hold back, I cursed loudly.
The banging noise behind us intensified. It seemed that as Fatty had said, this Doll didn't seem to know how to open doors. Suddenly, a thought from Li Yunfan's notebook flashed in my mind: 'The first Doll is complete; although it lacks muscle and skin and looks skeletal, it possesses its own consciousness. However, we found that this Doll's intelligence is only at a toddler level and cannot evolve...'
Could it be that this Number One Puppet is the first failed Doll created by Li Yunfan and his team? With that thought in mind, I slowed down and gasped for breath as I called out to Fatty.
Fatty stopped suspiciously and asked in confusion, "Why aren't you running?"
I shared my thoughts with Fatty, and after listening, he scratched his scalp and said, "Oh right, it seems like that's the case. You should have said something earlier; I ended up running in such a mess that my hairstyle is all messed up. Hehe, I hope he doesn't suddenly change his mind and go from pushing the door to pulling it. That thin Power Supply wire of yours can't withstand his tugging..."
Before he could finish, a loud clanging sound came from behind us, as the iron door was being pulled open with a resounding crash.
Damn it, that jinx.
With no choice, the two of us had to start running for our lives again. The echoes in the corridor were particularly pronounced; even after we had run quite a distance, we could still hear a huge bang from behind us. No need to guess; Doll had finally pulled the iron door open, and the sound of footsteps began to echo again.
Breathless, we reached the crevice in the rocks. I shouted, "There's no time to tie our stomachs; just squeeze in!"
Fatty took a deep breath and dove straight into the crevice while I pushed from behind. Fatty held his breath, occasionally making muffled sounds as if the stones were scraping against his stomach.
The footsteps behind us grew closer. In a panic, I didn't care whether Fatty would get hurt; I pushed him with all my might. This increased our speed significantly. With an angry curse from Fatty, we pushed aside the dense vines at the entrance of the hole, and a beam of light made us squint. We finally managed to escape.
At that moment, a grinding sound that made our teeth ache came from behind us; clearly, Golden Puppet had reached the crevice and was rapidly charging out.
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