He shook his hands as he ran. Even after running far away, I still couldn't get rid of the raw papery feeling on my fingertips. So he ran for a while until he calmed down a bit. Willy Xiao ran and ran, leaving the battlefield of Frame No. 1 far behind him, leaving the Silverskin Man, Paper Man and the Stepper far behind him.
After a while he became happy again. He will encounter things he is looking forward to. He felt so. Although the three-day time limit was beginning to end, his ability to press the line was top-notch. Besides, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Yi Cha just wanted to express his attitude - it would be nice if he also expressed his attitude to him.
Willie Shaw has attitude.
A ghost was walking towards him - maybe it was a ghost, maybe not, that's what he would write anyway, although he preferred to call it "ghost" no matter what kind of spirit he was in life.
No doubt the ghost greeted him as soon as he came near. "You're here. This is City No. 2." It reported the location enthusiastically.
"I'm here." Weili Xiao responded with a smile, stretching his neck and looking around. They didn't know when they came to a beautiful street. There was a black lamp every other section, lighting up the surrounding area.
"It's pretty good! Is life good?" He looked at the exquisitely carved eaves - the flower pots on the balcony were hanging upside down like many bats on the shady side of the balcony, growing lushly downwards. Willy Xiao and the ghost walked side by side - one of them always changed the original direction, but Willy Xiao couldn't quite remember who it was.
Anyway, it’s enough to be very harmonious now.
They quickly became like brothers.
"There's no war here that I need to watch, right? Then I'm going to ask you to help me." Willy Xiao said cheerfully to the ghost.
"You can do whatever you want. But you have to wait until dark." Gui held his coat tightly with one hand and walked carefully in the darkness illuminated by the street lights. "We usually don't do activities in the day and night. Did you hear the noise on the street? It's very noisy. Right? Everyone hasn’t gotten up yet. Now I’m the only city citizen No. 2 on this street who’s awake. It’ll be quiet when everyone gets up. Now it’s——” The ghost looked up and glanced, “——Anyway, there are still Two hours. Let’s go get a drink.”
"Of course it's good to have a drink. There's no rush." Willy Xiao nodded repeatedly. It had been a long time since he had heard such a practical and positive proposal. Two hours was nothing compared to three days—it was like nothing. He followed the ghost to the place where he had a drink - a tavern called "Golden Suo Wenzheng", and soon discovered the magic of his companion - even though it had changed its destination twice, it never changed again. Never changed direction.
They didn't meet any other ghosts along the way.
"It's really strange. Isn't it? Have you noticed it?" Willy Xiao looked left and right, confident, and smiled mysteriously at the ghost beside him. The ghost imitated him and looked left and right for a while, and also imitated his smile:
"No. How?"
"Hi. It seems I have to explain it myself." Willy Xiao squinted his eyes and looked at the ghost beside him - he finally understood why Chaint liked to make this look so much:
"You said that everyone usually doesn't get up at this time, so why did you get up?" He gave a speech with an IQ crushing attitude: "Besides, if everyone in City No. 2 doesn't get up. We're going to have a drink. Who is the place open for? Didn't you notice? Jin Suowenzheng shouldn't be open at all - besides, the name is too weird. Oh my god. Does this tavern really exist? Its name and Your naming convention here is completely different. Could this be a fictional place?"
"What? Jinsuo Wenzheng is Jinsuo Wenzheng, a place to have a drink. It's open when it's open. Why am I teasing you?"
The ghost curled his lips, looking disdainful. On the other hand, it seemed to be temporarily frightened from the bottom of its heart by the keen intuition and sharp words of the occult scholar. After thinking for a while, it stopped under the shadow of a street lamp, frowned and crossed its arms.
"So you are doubting me!" it shouted angrily, "If you don't want to go, just don't go. Let's just stand here until dark day comes!"
"I didn't doubt you! Of course not! It's just unreasonable! Hi! Do you know what I do? This is an occupational disease, an occupational disease!" Willy Xiao patted the ghost on the shoulder with a look on his face to resolve the conflict. The smile was quite effective. The ghost looked at him for a while, stuck out his tongue, then put down his arms and continued walking forward.
"I'm not done yet. Listen to me. I am an occultist, a writer. You may have read my books, my newspapers, and listened to my radio. By the way, my next works It's going to be a breathtaking story - the true story of a demon that impacted our universe."
After Willy Xiao successfully provoked and resolved a conflict with his intelligence and wisdom - which made him feel four times proud - he proudly patted Any Spirit on the shoulder as he walked:
"Do you know why I am so great and different? Because I pay special attention to the logic of the story. My stories are all logical." Willy Xiaokang's statement was very persuasive:
"That's why I ask you these questions. This is not a small talk. You know what? You may not know how much thinking and professional ability is involved... Well. Anyway, there are a lot of them. You see." The streets have been blocked by them. After walking all the way, they were standing in front of a beautiful little white building.
Willy Xiao pointed to Xiaobai Tower and saw that the signboard not far above their heads seemed to have two lines of symbols of different lengths forming the words "Jinsuo Wenzheng".
The ghost looked at him puzzledly and did not go in immediately.
Willy Xiao was not in a hurry and squinted his eyes:
"We're already here. I already know what you said is true." He spread out a hand boldly - this was naturally learned from Chaint. Anyway, the devil is not here now, so this kind of boldness will not Reduced by imitation:
"But I still have to ask you those two questions: Why did you get up alone and meet me when no one else got up? Why are the residents of No. 2 clearly inactive at this time, but there are still pubs open. I also I want to ask you these two questions, not because I doubt you, but because I care about logic. Very, very much. A generalist must be able to explain these two logics."
"I see."
The ghost nodded. It seemed to really understand, and its next tone became very solemn:
"That's right, great Willy Shaw: because if there hadn't been a resident like me getting up at night, you wouldn't have been welcomed here. And if the Kinshoven wasn't open, you were waiting for the dark night You won’t have anywhere to go when it comes. We won’t be able to recruit the guys to help you. Does that make sense?”
"It makes so much sense. This is logic. Look. Isn't it very simple?" Willy Xiao nodded seriously, "Well done, brother. We can go have a drink now."
They walked into Jinsuo Wenzheng.
Two hours later, I walked out.
The black sun hung in the sky, casting shadows. Two ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, helped Willy Xiao onto a carriage - the horses' manes were as bright as fire.
Willy Shaw hiccupped. Four ghosts sat in front of him, and beside him sat the ghost who had welcomed him here.
"Looking for tung oil. Right?" said the ghost next to him, "Let's go to 'Three Plus Three Standard'."
