Odd Containment Specialist

William opened the door of the bathroom, but inside was no longer a toilet or bathtub, but a huge library.

The moment the door opened, a wave of malice rushed towards him, causing cold sweat to seep out of every pore on Li Mingzheng's body.

This was not an exaggeration, but a personal experience at the moment. He felt that his skin was slightly moistened in an instant.

Although the amount of sweat was so small that it seemed like an illusion, his skin did seem to be covered with a layer of cold liquid droplets.

It was not accurate to describe what he felt just now as malice.

It was something far more complicated than malice.

Evil?

Maybe, but more of it was chaos!

Indescribable chaos!

All the messy and crazy things were concentrated in the breath that was released in an instant.

He didn't even know whether he should describe it as breath.

Or should he call it coercion? Aura?

Li Mingzheng followed William and walked into the room. His steps seemed steady, but in fact they were very empty. He had the illusion that he was stepping on the ground but not firmly with every step.

The timidity and inferiority in his heart, which he thought he had long abandoned, took root in the dark.

A faint rotten smell rushed into his nose, a bit like the smell of rotten pork and dead rats.

Li Mingzheng covered his nose, turned his head carefully, and secretly looked at the source of the smell.

It was a person, sitting at the dining table, wearing very clean clothes, but his body was very dirty and disgusting, with blood stains in the nails, and his loose hair was like glued into clumps, tied behind his head casually.

In fact, the other person's appearance could even be called elegant, but the stubble and dirty blood on his face made him look like a crazy murderer.

"Life Artist, he was deeply involved in the Blood Mother Cult incident in Edinburgh." William introduced softly in Li Mingzheng's ear, "I heard that he is currently in the Library of Humanity. I don't know why he came here."

Li Mingzheng nodded carefully, quickly looked away and looked elsewhere.

From where they entered the door, they could see three areas separated by archways. In the first area, there was a long dining table that could accommodate ten people. There were no windows on the walls on both sides, but bookshelves full of books.

In the second area ahead, there was a sofa, which seemed to be a living room. In the farthest place, there was a large desk with strange devices placed behind it, and it seemed that there was a person sitting there.

The Life Artist was sitting alone in the dining room, with no one else around him, and there were several people sitting in the living room.

William took him and walked straight past the dining room where Yi Lei was and came to the living room. The five people sitting on the sofa were discussing something fiercely.

They looked much more normal than the Life Artist, and they seemed to be in the same team. The five people wore the same uniforms and the same hoods with Roman numerals from one to five on them.

Except for height, weight, and gender, there were no distinguishing features, and they were very quiet. Everyone silently tore books, ate in small bites, and whispered to each other from time to time, discussing politely.

In the corner next to the sofa by the bookshelf, Li Mingzheng noticed a strange person.

The other party wore a suit like an Egyptian pharaoh, but the parts of the skin that could be seen by the naked eye were all wrapped in white bandages, with only gaps left around the eyes, mouth and nostrils.

Next to the bandaged pharaoh, there was a man who was in a similar posture as him, with his hands crossed around his chest, leaning against the bookshelf, and staring blankly.

For a moment, Li Mingzheng's pupils shrank.

In Du Youguang's memory, there was information about this person!

The other party was a very famous figure among the younger generation - the nameplate collector, Lin Tiandong!

Isn't he from the Control Bureau?

Why is the end of the Control Bureau also here?

Didn't William say that the lowest level of people here is also level five?

In Du Youguang's memory, Lin Tiandong's abnormal level did not reach level five.

Wait... Why does Lin Tiandong look... a little different from what Du Youguang remembered?

What's on his neck? Fish gills?

It's really strange, isn't he Lin Tiandong?

Before Li Mingzheng could think carefully, he was led to the big desk in the last room.

Only then did he finally see the strange device and the figure sitting on it.

Behind the desk was a wheelchair, on which sat an old man with a naked upper body, bald, skinny, and covered with dense age spots, as if he had some kind of skin disease.

The shape of his sternum and ribs was clearly visible through his paper-thin skin.

If it weren't for the pair of eyes that made him look energetic, this old man would be no different from a dried mummy.

The strange device he saw in the distance just now was actually the ceiling of this study, with multiple layers of vertical and horizontal slides installed on it, and dozens of hanging bottles were hung on it at different heights.

The medicine hoses connected to the medicine bottles were like intricate wire mesh tubes, entangled together, and countless infusion needles were inserted into the old man's back, arms, chest, and neck.

Some of the colorful liquid medicines were still making strange noises, and some were even swaying, making the surrounding medicine bottles jingle like wind chimes, as if the liquid medicine inside was some kind of liquid living thing.

As he walked along, Li Mingzheng felt unsteady.

But when he came to the old man, for some reason, his discomfort was relieved a lot.

"We are here."

William bowed to the other party in the etiquette of the ancient Chinese people, and turned sideways to introduce to Li Mingzheng:

"This is the [writer], the anonymous master.

The master has won the Bram Stoker Award seven times, the Edogawa Ranpo Award fifteen times, the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times, and the Hugo Award eight times.

Of course, the anonymous master usually inspires those authors through dreams.

It's a pity that those authors always like to modify the stories conceived by the anonymous master according to their own ideas, and finally write imperfect defective products.

But fortunately, secular literature is just the master's hobby, and the master doesn't care too much."

The writer grinned, his lips without any teeth turned inward, and his smile was very kind.

He looked at Li Mingzheng and said in a somewhat unclear voice: "Teacher Li, I have seen your movie, and you acted very well. I have watched it many times, and the best is you and the heroine."

Li Mingzheng was shocked and shuddered.

Is he being praised?

Is it a compliment or a mockery?

No!

Is it sincere!

Li Mingzheng, who had been unable to fit in since he entered this place, suddenly felt real physically and mentally, and he quickly replied: "You are too kind."

"Excessive modesty is pride. I met him today and realized that his acting skills are so good. He has improved in such a short time." The writer laughed, like a kind-hearted old artist.

William stood aside like a junior and added: "Master Anonymous has dabbled in various art fields. He said that you are the most promising actor he has ever seen under the age of 30."

"You are too kind, I really don't deserve it!" Li Mingzheng said flattered.

Because he was too excited, even Du Youguang's acting had a flaw, and he didn't seem like himself.

To be honest, Li Mingzheng was really surprised.

The rumored writer turned out to be such an ordinary kind old man.

I'm afraid no one would believe it if I told him.

"Although a few of them are not coming, the schedule will remain the same. Let's have a meeting?" The writer smiled and looked at William.

William smiled and said, "You have the final say."