Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

Chu Tianshu watched Lin Huai from a distance for a while, and he stared at him for a while with the heart of "how do you dress like this".

He stared blankly. The patrolman followed his gaze and said, "You... do you want to change his clothes."

"No need." Chu Tianshu was silent for a while, then replied quickly, "We promised each other."

Patrol: ?

Chu Tianshu: "We will not interfere with each other's actions."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and left with a blank expression on his face. The patrol hurriedly followed behind him, and soon saw a hair on the top of Chu Tianshu's head, and he couldn't help humming.

Patrol: ? ? ?

...What, what's going on, this man is so happy when he sees his brother...sister...oh, brother and sister, dressed like this? ?

The patrolman glanced at Chu Tianshu's clothes with a strange look. What made him even more strange was that Chu Tianshu's clothes were quite normal.

...

"This is unscientific, this is very unscientific." Lin Huai sat under a wax statue in a secluded place, and said with a blank eye, "I was wearing this dress, and no one came to strike up a conversation all afternoon..."

The boy sat next to him, already learned his expression, and imitated his eyes and said, "I don't think it's normal for anyone to strike up a conversation."

Lin Huai:  …

"It's hard to guess what a straight man is thinking." He said to himself, "Forget it... eh? Is it raining somewhere?"

Some moist liquid fell on his brow, Lin Huai wiped it with his finger...

It is a drop of a slightly yellowish, white viscous liquid.

Lin Huai frowned and looked at the thing in his hand. He raised his head, and what he was facing was the wax statue. On the wax statue, a girl put one hand on her chest and stretched the other hand forward. . She closed her eyes, her cheeks were shy and pretty, and her demeanor was gentle and beautiful.

And the drop of wax that fell on his eyebrows was dripping from the girl.

There are many flowers under the wax figure, passionate red roses, elegant cornflowers, white perfume lilies... It seems that they are thrown and piled here by different people.

Lin Huai changed positions and sat down. He swayed his legs, thinking about his next trajectory. Soon after, someone came and removed the wax figure.

The man was pushing the cart, wearing a very ordinary dark blue uniform. Lin Huai yawned and said, "Are the wax figures here changed every day?"

The boy poked his eyes and said, "Oh, you know, things like wax figures tend to melt after a day's sun exposure. So we show them during the day and hide them in the night. In the cold storage, do some tinkering and then show it the next day."

"What about those flowers?" Lin Huai said, pointing to the flowers underneath.

"Speaking of which, this is also a tradition here in Wucheng." The boy excitedly said, "We will present flowers to our favorite wax figures. These flowers are not only a courtship for the wax figures, but also an appreciation for the artists."

Lin Huai said, "Oh, I roughly understand."

He looked at the scooter under the sunset for the last time. On the scooter is the wax figure, and in front of the scooter is the man in the blue uniform.

In the distance, Lin Huai saw the outstretched hand of the girl through a ray of sunshine. Her fingertips were filled with sunlight, and more sunlight dripped down that finger...

In the dripping wax, a pale and slender fingertip is being revealed!

Lin Huai was lost in thought again. The boy pushed him and said, "Let's go? It's getting late, it's not safe for us to walk on the road again. Later, those urban legends will come out."

"I'm thinking about a problem." Lin Huai said.

Boy: "? What's the problem?"

Lin Huai: "Do you mind building a snowman?"

boy:?

Lin Huai: "doyouwannnamakeasnowman"

... The boy was obviously insensitive to Lin Huai's invitation to him to carve him into wax.

"I can't do such a perverted thing!" the boy screamed.

Lin Huai said sincerely: "I can add money."

Boy: "No more money!"

Lin Huai: "Ten times?"

Boy: "Not even ten times!!"

Lin Huai: "Don't you have any artistic pursuit other than money? Wucheng is a city full of artists. You are twelve years old this year. You should know that Zhang Ailing once said that you should be famous as soon as possible. I believe that in my With your help, you will definitely become the best artist in Fog City."

Boy: "Pervert!!"

The boy shouted the pervert and left Lin Huai.

"Unexpectedly, I obviously underestimated the moral level of the NPCs in this dungeon. In that case, I can only make plans." After seeing the boy off, Lin Huai sighed, "I never imagined that in this world, even with money, Impressed person. Since this is the case, I can only consider blackmailing him with my life next time."

Lin Huai didn't realize that he was a "victim" at all, and he had already made a villain speech at this moment.

The night was getting darker, but Chu Tianshu had not come back. Lin Huai was sitting on the bed of the hotel, dangling his legs - long after he came back, he changed out of the hot-eyed Bai Jie... no, the white and pure suit, and changed into white silk lace pajamas.

After turning his eyes around the empty room, he finally stopped on the brown leather case.

Chu Tianshu put everything that belonged to the original David into this suitcase and locked it with a password. Idle is also idle, Lin Huai crawled towards the direction of the suitcase and picked up the lock.

It was a combination lock, Lin Huai thought for a while and entered Chu Tianshu's birthday.

wrong password.

Lin Huai pondered for a while, then entered his birthday, which belonged to "Lin Huai" on his ID card.

wrong password.

Lin Huai: ? ? ? ?

Lin Huai's mood at the moment can be called a black question mark. After a long time, he hesitated for a while, and typed in...

Chu Tianyu's birthday.

"Hee hee," Lin Huai muttered as he typed, smiling and muttering, "If it can be opened, I will kill you when you come back."

He smiled sullenly and pressed the lock.

wrong password.

Lin Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became more sincere. After a long time, he smiled and broke the lock with his hand and opened the box.

Inside the box was everything that belonged to David—it didn't seem to be any different from what he had seen while looting on the road.

The perfume contained in the box was still lying quietly in the middle of the box. For some reason, in the empty room, Lin Huai's eyes flickered.

If someone comes in at this moment, he will see this picture that seems to carry the European traditional classical beauty. The short-haired girl in white silk pajamas stared silently at a box of perfume like amber stones. In her eyes, there was a faint light... like some kind of gem that can deceive people, a faint light.

Then, she picked up the bottle. The bottle was in her hand like a gem. She unscrewed the bottle cap and sniffed the contents.

That's a very nice taste.

The rich fragrance of flowers, rain and dew, grass... In short, it reminds people of many beautiful scents.

It is fragrant, but only fragrant. For Lin Huai, apart from its fragrance, it has no other features, not to mention its artistic flavor...

Not only that, but after smelling this smell, it became a bit more disgusting and annoying, like flesh and blood.

Lin Huai sniffed for a while and sneezed. He shivered, put the perfume back on, and put it back.

There was nothing else in the box. He planned to close the box, but at the moment when he was about to close the box...

He found a piece of white paper on the top of the box exposed.

Lin Huai: ?

He pulled out a white piece of paper, the piece of paper was only the size of a postcard, and what appeared on it was a sketch.

Sketch of a hand.

It was a feminine, feminine hand with a sapphire ring on it. The **** of this hand has a callus, and it appears that the woman often uses her hand to write text.

Lin Huai gave a short "huh" and turned to the next one.

The sketch on the next postcard shows a bare waist. The top of the waist seems to be the tube top of Linlang, and the bottom is the fishtail-style dress. It seems that the owner of this waist is a dancing girl.

This new discovery made Lin Huai frown slightly. Before that, he hadn't thought that there were still these postcards in the dark seam of the box.

He continued to turn one by one. The next postcard shows a pair of tensed feet. The jade feet were wrapped with pink ribbons and stood on tiptoes, which looked like they belonged to a ballet dancer.

After the feet, are the legs. Those calves were white and even, with a hunting knife tied to them, which seemed to belong to a certain heroic hunter girl.

Then, the neck, arms, collarbone, lips, earlobes...

Lin Huai took out these photos one by one and arranged them. There are a total of twelve of these sketches, all drawn on a set of postcards. In addition, there was a blank postcard, which was placed in the deepest position, and Lin Huai also put it out.

Twelve postcards with sketches of different body parts belonging to women and to different beautiful women. Twelve parts are the feet of a ballerina, the calf of an Orion girl, the thigh of a female general in armor, the waist of a belly dancer, the right hand of a female writer, the left hand of a female painter, the soft and beautiful arms of a farmer girl, and a nun The chest with the silver cross, the proudly raised chin of the noble lady and the neck with the pearl necklace, the delicately raised lips of the courtesan, the delicate earlobes, the high nose...

The sketches of these small pieces are extremely expressive, and even if they are not marked, Lin Huai can spy on the graceful appearance of the owners who originally belonged to these parts from these small pieces of auspicious light. On the back of these postcards, there are also small numbers marked. "Ballet dancer's feet" is "1", "Orion woman's calf" is "2"..."High nose bridge" is "12".

On the back of the last blank postcard, "13" was outlined with a very fine pen.

It is the only blank one of these postcards, but there are vague traces of unevenness on it. Lin Huai looked at this postcard for a long time, suddenly remembered something, and started rummaging in the box!

Finally, let him find it!

The portrait that once had a relationship with Lin Huai when he got into the carriage, slipped out!

The portrait is still the beautiful girl. She is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, exuding an enchanting light from beginning to end. She was wearing a slim dress with freshly picked flowers in her long hair. She was graceful, with a slender neck, slightly raised her chin, and looked at the person outside the painting with a smile.

However, compared with other parts of her extremely beautiful beauty, her eyes were particularly out of place. Those eyes were dull, numb, and emotionless, like a sticker stuck in vain on a picture of a beauty. It makes me want to take it off.

These eyes may be the only flaw in this beauty picture - but after staring at this picture for a long time, Lin Huai tasted more strangeness.

Just look everywhere, the girl is indeed extremely beautiful. However, if you look closely, this kind of beauty is abrupt and spliced. The beauty of each part of her body is ready to be revealed, but it is independent of its own affairs, like a pile of parts that are forcibly put together, each of which is screaming. To escape, to fall apart...

Lin Huai picked up the dozen or so postcards right in front of the disintegrating painting.

"Foot." He whispered.

The feet on the girl's portrait are surprisingly consistent with the feet in the ballet shoes!

"hand."

Some of the hands in the sketch are now growing on the girl's body.

"lip."

The courtesan's mouth has a soft smile, and the girl's lips... also have a soft smile.

Twelve postcards, twelve sketches of body parts from different women, now paired with every body part of the girl in the portrait... one by one!

It's not a girl, it's a... pieced together!

Lin Huai lit the oil lamp, took out a pencil, and carefully wiped it on the thirteenth blank postcard with uneven marks. The graphite lead remained on the surface of the postcard, but the dents inside remained blank traces. Soon, under the light, the words that were once hidden and followed by being padded at the bottom appeared in front of his eyes.

"...I can't find the thirteenth."

"Are there perfect beautiful women in the world? I don't know. But unfortunately, those beautiful women who exist in heroic epics and sung operas, I have never seen in reality."

"I've seen noble ladies. They have beautiful features, high chins and swan-like proud necks, but no soft hearts of mercy."

"I've seen ballet dancers. They have beautiful feet, but their arms have built up muscle from years of practice."

"I've seen beautiful hunter-women with strong and clear legs, like deer in the jungle."

"The beauty in the world is scattered everywhere, on different women, and in different corners. They have a part of beauty, but they are not beautiful enough, not beautiful enough... What would the most beautiful woman in the world be like? Woolen cloth?"

"So, I decided to collect all the beauty in the world. I moved faster than I thought, and soon I found a beautiful arm, a musician's earlobe, and a painter's skillful hand. I tried Putting them together, all I get is decay. I draw them together, but what kind of beauty can a dead portrait have? Dead objects are dead objects after all, and a portrait drawn with my pen is beautiful Beautiful, but no soul—no living soul that belongs to those women. It's not art, it's just a simple reproduction..."

"Until, I met a perfumer. She was an ordinary woman with a beautiful nose. She liked to wear long black dresses and had butterfly tattoos on her arms. She was not beautiful, but she was So peaceful that I even thought about spending the rest of my life with her and giving up my trembling hands."

"She told me that everyone has their own fragrance. Perfume is the soul of beauty. There is a saying, 'Smell the fragrance to know a woman'. I told her everything about my past, she was taken aback, and finally But she decided to accept me. At that time, I also believed that I would accompany her from now on and never wander again. My soul, which is always trembling, will also stop."

"Later...until now, I am also very grateful to her, she gave me a whole new inspiration. She made me understand the true meaning of art, and made me understand a way to create beauty that can be preserved and mixed for a longer time. Therefore , I took her away..."

"I used their serum as a solvent to make incense and added them to this bottle little by little. I started to build a peerless beauty from the end to the end, from the feet, to the legs, to the waist, to the hands. And lips. Based on the principle of subsidence, the steps of this process cannot be exchanged or changed. This is pouring - layer by layer, build the peerless beauty you want. But..."

"I can't find those eyes, I can't find the most beautiful eyes!"

"No matter how gorgeous their appearance is, their eyes are always ordinary, always ordinary colors, ordinary thoughts, ordinary eyes... I can't let one ordinary thing ruin this masterpiece, my inspiration , my artwork, the culmination of all my passion and love..."

The crazy handwriting on the postcard stayed here, Lin Huai thought, this lunatic should have received an invitation from the "tea party" after this.

"Looking at this bottle now, it's really disgusting." Lin Huai put down the letter and looked at the perfume bottle next to him again, "He plans to use this kind of thing to stitch together a peerless beauty who has learned from others? And now, he came to Wucheng. , to find the last remaining pair of eyes as the finishing touch?"

Lin Huai pondered for a while, then shook his head regretfully: He guessed that the man's body was almost rotting in the soil, if not, he would probably have gone down the path, dug out the man's own eyes, soaked into this bottle.

But this is the end of the matter, and it is already reluctant. It seems that if Lin Huai and Chu Tianshu hadn't intercepted the man's carriage on that road, the man would have entered the foggy city with his bottle and searched the town for what he needed, the man with the most beautiful The blood of the woman with the eyes has completed his bottle of "peerless beauty". Perhaps, if players like Gu Beichen were here, they would probably search in the fog city, hunt women with beautiful eyes, and finally complete this bottle of perfume, using it as a stepping stone, as an "artist", Arrive at the "Tea Party".

Unfortunately, Lin Huai was not interested in being a mosquito.

Chu Tianshu has not returned to the hotel. Lin Huai put the perfume bottle away. He held his chin and stood in front of the desk for a while, and after a while, he let out a long yawn.

"It's almost time for bed."

The rain outside the house gradually grew louder, and the wind blew the curtains. Lin Huai heard the rumble of thunder in the distance, playing dully in the sky.

It's raining.

Just now, he was fascinated by the postcard, but Lin Huai didn't notice the thunderstorm at all. Perhaps because of the vibration of the thunder, the flame in the oil lamp flickered. Lin Huai lowered his head to hold the oil lamp, but out of the corner of his eyes he caught the newspaper inside.

"Famous ballet dancer Christina lost her ability to dance since her feet were paralyzed overnight..."

Ballet dancer, bipedal?

Lin Huai frowned and picked up the newspaper. If he hadn't seen those postcards just now, this yellowed newspaper should not have attracted his attention.

He read the report carefully, word by word, carefully. Then, he took out another newspaper from the pile of newspapers.

"The well-known writer Diana, whose hands are paralyzed and unable to work, is forced to regretfully announce that her novel "The Hammer of a Strange Man" will be suspended indefinitely. The readers are excited and protest collectively..."

After reading this report, he turned to the next one.

Lin Huai, who had his back to the window, didn't notice that behind him, the window that had been completely covered by silk curtains actually...

A seam opened.

It was pitch black outside the window, it was wind, it was rain, it was…

Whistling down, lightning!

A dark figure appeared outside the window at the moment when the entire window glass became as bright as day due to lightning!

Lin Huai was still watching.

"Perfumer Florence Evelyn lost her sense of smell due to an accident. Disordered, she began to smell the scent of flowers as blood, and the stench of hydrogen sulfide as refreshing spring water... due to the disorder of smell. All, her whole life collapsed, and her mysterious fiancé, Mr. Davis, never showed up once..."

"Six months later, Florence Evelyn hanged herself in her apartment in desperation. She left a suicide note."

"'Thanks for saying goodbye to this tasteless, or stinking world.'"

Lin Huai turned the newspaper page by page. Newspapers, news articles, and stories of the victims of this bottle of "perfume" were revealed in front of his eyes.

What he saw undoubtedly surprised him.

"It's weird," he muttered, "I thought these victims were drained of blood after they died, and then condensed into this bottle of perfume. But why...they didn't seem to be dead? It's just..."

"It's just that I was deprived of the ability of the corresponding organs." Lin Huai's fingers rubbed the last report, "Why? This question seems-"

He suddenly laughed and opened the corners of his mouth: "There is a very enthusiastic lady who is going to answer my question. Because she is too enthusiastic, she not only ran three hundred miles at night to my hotel in the wind and rain, but also, He broke into my room without my permission—"

"Am I right?" he said lightly, "Lady Lust standing behind me?"

A thunder with a cold light struck down. Silver light illuminates the interior. Lin Huai closed his eyes and said, "I know why you are here."

'Lady Lust' did not speak.

Lin Huai: "It's fate, it was an unfair fate that ordered you to come."

"Lady Lust":  …

"You have opened Pandora's Box—" a hoarse voice said in a low voice, "The moment you see the truth, your eyes will be sacrificed to the truth—"

Lin Huai: "Oh, are you saying that?"

Lin Huai turned his head, and in his pale palm lay a bright red eyeball. The color of the eyeball was almost coquettish, like a mysterious and elegant ruby.

The other eyeball is still in his right eye socket. With his empty, dark left eye socket, he looked at the shadow behind him.

And raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Even the bright red eyeball he put in his palm, after a short turn, "stared" in the direction of the shadow, as if to greet her, nodding up and down.

Shadow: ………………

Lin Huai: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, do you think I'm perverted?"

Shadow: ………………

Lin Huai: "It doesn't matter, you'll understand after spending a long time with me. These are all my routine operations, hee hee hee."

Saying that, he raised his hand and put the bright red eyeball in his palm back. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and blinked his bright red eyes at the shadow: "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

He spread out his hands in a leisurely manner, waiting for the other party to speak. After a moment of pause, the woman's shadow suddenly laughed coldly and madly.

"The moment you learned the truth, you were already under a curse." Sombra said coldly, "Do you know what a curse is?"

"You're going to have your eyes—not just your eyes—"

"In the end, no one will see you." The voice was low and mysterious. "You won't see anyone either."

The author has something to say: I am so excited to write this chapter today.

Friend: You are too perverted