Chapter 152 Self-Introduction Part 1

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A taxi was driving through the night, about to reach the bridgehead blocked by police cars.

Two policemen in raincoats stepped forward, took away the reflective cones, and the vehicle drove past them with almost no slowing down.

After watching the taxi drive into the new urban area, they put the traffic cones back in their original positions and returned to their original locations.

Soon, the taxi arrived at the foot of the Longting International Hotel, and the crowded people in front of it dispersed to make way for it.

A young woman dressed as a waitress, wearing a red vest, approached the taxi and opened the back door. The man who had been sitting in the back got out and stood under the woman's umbrella.

The man had a buzz cut, a thin face, and prominent cheekbones. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and a blast helmet. Through the thick glass, you could see his slightly sunken eye sockets.

He glanced around, seemingly frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

At this moment, the waitress reached out and took the man's hand, saying, "Just follow me... Shen Xing." "Oh." The man nodded and was led by the waitress through the dispersed crowd to the hotel entrance.

The once magnificent hotel lobby was now dimly lit, with only emergency candles illuminating the space, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere. A female server accepted a spotlight from someone nearby; they seemed to understand each other perfectly, completing all their actions without needing to speak.

"Want it?"

The waitress next to the man in sunglasses suddenly reached into her waistband, pulled out a handgun, and handed it to the man.

The man simply waved his hand and said, "I... don't know how to use it."

If you ignored the fact that the waiter was holding a black handgun, you would think they were just offering each other cigarettes, just by listening to their calm conversation.

"Where's the knife?" Another man stepped forward and handed over a straight watermelon knife.

The helmeted man, called Shen Xing, took the knife, weighed it in his hand, and shook his head: "I don't know how to use this either."

The waitress seemed speechless. She handed the machete to the person next to her and cocked her pistol.

The area was without power, so the hotel elevators were out of service. The female staff member, accompanied by the helmeted man, headed towards the stairs, seemingly intending to walk up to the top-floor suite.

Besides the waitress and the helmeted man, there were several other people following behind, carrying various kinds of equipment, from chainsaws and hammers to oil drums and DV cameras. If no one said anything, outsiders might think they were filming some low-budget zombie movie.

The woman led Shen Xing along the dimly lit fire escape to the top floor. Apart from Shen Xing, who was carrying a heavy load, everyone else was panting heavily.

Even though they all shared the same will, their bodies were still the frail bodies of humans, making it quite difficult for them to climb directly to the top floor of the 25th floor, not to mention that the upper floors of this hotel were particularly tall.

The top floor is huge...

The ceiling here is nearly six meters high, and the top is decorated with a giant crystal chandelier. Gold and red carpets are laid on almost the entire floor, and there is no stuffy, musty smell like in a typical hotel.

Shen Xing looked around, seemingly lost in thought as if he were seeing such luxurious decor for the first time.

He only snapped out of his daze and looked ahead when the waitress took his hand.

The group had recovered from their shock. The man in the lead, carrying a chainsaw, walked towards the suite at the end of the corridor. He stopped at the suite's door, and a female attendant approached with the key.

The hotel is experiencing a power outage, and the access control system is also malfunctioning, so the only way to open the room door now is with a key.

"Crack."

As the woman turned the doorknob, the heavy solid wood door was pushed open, revealing the interior of the suite.

After pushing open the door, the waitress took a few steps back, stood in front of Shen Xing, and raised her pistol. Her posture was neat and standard, like that of a well-trained special police officer.

This action, paired with the waitress's dress, creates a unique sense of contrast.

Several beams of strong light from flashlights shone into the dimly lit suite, and Shen Xing's gaze followed the light into the room.

Directly opposite the room door is a desk.

The beam of the flashlight shone like a searchlight towards the wooden table, behind which sat a middle-aged man in a leather swivel chair. In Shen Xing's view, the man's head was nowhere to be seen, starting from his neck.

He seemed completely unprepared for the arrival of the crowd, simply sitting there calmly, his chest rising and falling gently as he breathed.

Shen Xing couldn't tell whether the other person's eyes were open or closed, because in his eyes, the other person's head was just a hanging clock on a wooden house. But looking up in the diffused light of the flashlight, above the wall decorated with pale yellow and gold-patterned wallpaper, hung a head with its eyes closed and a faint smile on its face.

Shen Xing could still see the head, but he couldn't recognize whose head it was.

He wanted to ask the waitress whose head it was, but as soon as he turned his head, she raised her gun and cocked it. "You've kept me waiting a bit too long."

The man with the head of the wooden house clock on his head got up from his seat and looked at the group of people at the door.

"You guys are... Wang Xinran, right? Haha, several Wang Xinrans, I hesitated for a moment to see if this was the right word." The man with the wooden clock hanging on his head laughed twice. He seemed completely unconcerned about the tense atmosphere around him. He simply walked from behind the desk to the front and faced the crowd with his hands folded in front of him.

Even though Shen Xing couldn't see the other person's expression, he could guess from their movements and posture that the other person was definitely... relaxed. Like someone who had anticipated everything.

"Ugh!!!" The man carrying the firefighter's uniform rushed forward, raising it high and aiming a chop at the man's neck. But the man didn't dodge at all.

"laugh"

"Crack."

The dull thud of an axe cleaving flesh rang out, accompanied by a slight tearing sound of a spine.

The trapezius muscle at the junction of the head, neck, and shoulder of the clock head was slashed with a horrific, deep wound that exposed the bone. The wound also seemed to have affected some important blood vessels, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The axe seemed to be stuck in the bone of the clock head, and the axe wielder was unable to pull it out for the time being.

"As for you..." The clock seemed completely unconcerned about the wound on his body, and continued the previous topic. He looked at the man who was being protected by the waiter behind him, who was fully dressed in protective gear.

"You're the weirdo who killed Li Ya, right? Is your condition a symbiotic relationship with humans? Or have you awakened self-awareness?"

"But you will kill Li Ya. In my opinion, whether you are human or a monster, we share the same ideals. I think we should sit down and talk... Oh, right."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Wen Yan."

The axe was still embedded in Wen Yan's neck. He wore that axe and bowed slightly, giving an elegant greeting to everyone.

Several ordinary people quickly retreated, including the waitress, leaving only Shen Xing standing in front.

Shen Xing lowered his head slightly and clenched his fists, seemingly ready for battle.

The next moment, he swung his arms and charged straight toward Wen Yan.