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The reversing car, carrying the two people, suddenly lurched forward with a flooring of the accelerator.

The blond-haired man and the bad girl in front of the car were trembling.

Then a sound came from behind, but it didn't sound as terrifying as I had imagined.

"Where are you going?" Tan Wenjie asked.

Salemtown. X2
“Could you please stop in Bridgeton?” Tan Wenjie said.

The girl following him lowered her voice and whispered in Tan Wenjie's ear, "That's not on the way at all. The two places are very far apart. We have to take another ride."

"No, they'll be going the same way, won't they?"

"Yes!" X2
"..."

"What exactly did you do to them? Why are they so... well-behaved?" The girl racked her brains for words and could only come up with this one explanation.

Tan Wenjie confidently stated, "Handsome guys always have special privileges."

"..."

The car was very quiet, except for the sounds of the car bumping along the uneven road.

They were not familiar with each other, and the two people in front of them both believed they had encountered a ghost.

The car paused briefly at the three-way intersection.

The left side leads to Derry, while the right side leads to Bridgeton. Salem, the destination of the two drivers, is located below Bridgeton, meaning they will have to part ways after only a short stretch of travel.

It's obvious that it's not on the way at all.

The car headed towards Bridgeton, but Tan Wenjie's gaze was fixed on Derry, a town on the other side. He had certainly heard of Derry, a town far more famous than the obscure one.

One of Stephen King's most famous cult works, It is the main setting for It.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence of names." Tan Wenjie gazed in the direction of Deli Town, where dark clouds continued to shroud the town.

Those cold and unsettling emotions, like venomous snakes, constantly clung to him.

Having probably confirmed that Tan Wenjie and his companion were harmless, the man and woman driving started chatting with each other.

“I heard that someone from the White family lives in Shawshank Prison, the one next to Derry.”

"Eighteen years, and then I'll die alone."

"Yes, they really are a family of bad apples."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He heard a name that made him even more uncomfortable. If Derry was just a case of people sharing the same name, then the name "Shawshank Prison" was probably something that was hard to find someone with the same name.

Whether it's The Shining, It, or The Shawshank Redemption, they all come from the same author.

"Can we get some gas? It's in Salem." A pleading voice came from ahead.

It's like being afraid that Tan Wenjie won't agree, yet also afraid that he'll be unreasonable and insist the car keep going forward—that's how unreasonable evil spirits in horror movies are.

“Of course, no problem.” Tan Wenjie was very agreeable.

The car stopped in Salem. While refueling, the staff member with a huge butt was even flirting with Tan Wenjie.

The girl sitting next to Tan Wenjie looked at him warily, like a fighting cock.

Only after she forced the other person back with her gaze did she turn her head to look at Tan Wenjie with her head held high, like a victorious rooster. But when she met Tan Wenjie's gaze, she became shy again.

Tan Wenjie: "?"

What kind of face-changing act is this?

After getting off the bus, he grabbed a newspaper, chewing gum, and a can of cola.

Sometimes, indulging in local specialties and following the customs can be quite enjoyable.

Looking at the timeline, it's only 1988 now.

"A rabid dog eating a person, is that even worth making the newspapers?"

Tan Wenjie complained that there was nothing newsworthy in the small town of Maine.

Clearly, he had no intention of continuing toward the so-called Bridgeton, Derry, next to Shawshank Prison. If the Joker really was there, then it would be far more appealing to Tan Wenjie than the Overlook Hotel.

The Shining is simply no match for the Joker, who is considered to be in a higher dimension.

He gently knocked on the car window, and after the window rolled down, Tan Wenjie said, "Take this beautiful lady to Bridgeton. I'll be keeping an eye on you. If you fail to do so... I'll be there at any time."

"We will definitely do it!"

The girl sitting in the back row suddenly changed her expression: "Aren't you coming with us?"

“I just remembered that there’s an old friend I haven’t met in the neighborhood,” Tan Wenjie said. “I plan to visit him.”

He thought for a moment, then said in a reassuring tone, "You deserve better."

"Could you leave your contact information?" the other person asked expectantly.

Tan Wenjie: "You deserve better, but not someone as good as me."

He turned and left with a flourish.

The three people in the car: "..."

On an afternoon in Salem, a somewhat introverted girl walks down the street, fretting about the school dance. As an introverted student who has always been bullied, she longs for the dance but also knows she shouldn't go.

"Mom will definitely not agree."

As she was thinking, she suddenly noticed a handsome man smoking by the roadside ahead staring at her.

Her wariness led her to avoid him, but the feeling of being watched by a handsome man of the opposite sex surprised and delighted her.

"Hello, what can I do for you...?"

"Little friend, is there anything you're afraid of?"

"kid?"

This was different from what she had imagined. She was a fully developed adult woman, well, she was still a little short of adulthood.

But she quickly shook her head: "No!"

"It's you!"

Derry is the clown's territory. This ancient evil god from outer space doesn't like adults and only likes to play hide-and-seek and scare children.

Unfortunately, Tan Wenjie is not exactly young.

His best-case scenario was that he would find the Joker, have a good fight with him, and then, relying on his iron fist and perhaps a small part of his personal charisma, make the Joker bow down in submission.

Aside from this outcome, all other scenarios would simply involve a major battle, followed by a test of who is less resilient.

Of course, the worst-case scenario is that the clown doesn't want to meet him at all. If the clown wants to hide, Tan Wenjie might not be able to find it. If he could find it, he wouldn't be looking for "bait" here, but would go straight to the clown's door to offer help.

The girl in front of him looked hunched over with a timid expression; she was clearly the kind of kind-hearted person who was bullied all the time, and she would definitely attract the clown.

Of the three people who had been traveling with him, the girl who was older was probably already an adult, while the other two had been terrified of him.

The clown is drawn to the fear of predation; the fear that he himself has broken first may not be of any interest to the predator.

Many demons and monsters are like this; they have a kind of fastidiousness when it comes to scaring people.

If many vengeful spirits accidentally choose the same target to kill, they are very likely not to join forces to kill, but to fight each other first and compete for their prey.

"Hmm?" She was a little surprised. "I already said that I don't seem to be afraid of anything."

The more you say these things, the more credible they will be.

“Now you might have a chance to participate in an operation to save the world,” he said. “In a small town not far from here, there’s an alien evil god, and you need to muster your courage…”

Girl: "..."

Although she stubbornly insisted that she wasn't afraid, she never said that she had a problem with her brain.

If it weren't for the fact that the other person was handsome and she wouldn't suffer any loss even if she were deceived, she would definitely suspect that he had ulterior motives.

"Sorry, I have no interest in saving the world."

“This is my business card. Feel free to contact me anytime if you’re interested.” Tan Wenjie didn’t press the issue. As he turned to leave, the other person suddenly called out, “Wait, if you can help me with something, I can agree to help you too.” In her eyes, Tan Wenjie was just an adult with some mental issues.

But putting aside her brains, her face alone perfectly meets her needs.

"Impossible, don't even think about it."

How did you know what I wanted to do?

"Your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes are sparkling with spring... Although I don't have a girlfriend in this world, there's no possibility between us."

Girl: "No, I meant to ask if you have time to come with me to the school dance?"

……

A dozen minutes later, the girl returned home and huddled in her room, lamenting that all the courage she had finally mustered had been wasted.

She couldn't muster the courage to face the boy she had a crush on at school, but when she met a stranger who was even more handsome than her crush, she was able to directly make her demands.

Perhaps it was because she knew in her heart that she would hardly have any contact with the other person again in the future that she dared to do this.

"If you don't want to agree, then forget it." She recalled the other person's last words.

"Carrie, is that you back?"

The mother's voice came from outside the room.

She trembled slightly: "Yes, Mom, I'm home."

……

The town of Delhi is bathed in sunshine.

A supercar sped past, skimming the ground, eliciting screams from girls on the roadside and causing their skirts to flutter.

After the car stopped, a teenager who looked like a high school student got out.

Tan Wenjie, who has changed his appearance and age, squats in front of a sewer opening by the roadside.

He planned to impersonate a young man, using his ability to conceal his presence and transform himself to deliver himself to the Joker's doorstep. There was no reason for the Joker not to fall for it.

"Hello? Is anyone home?"

There were no clowns in the sewers that would eat children's arms, and even that unpleasant smell was gone.

Suddenly, a repulsive aura came from behind.

Tan Wenjie turned around, but could only barely catch a trace of the other person's presence.

He considered one possibility: that he wasn't afraid of clowns at all.

Adults are not so easily frightened, so the Joker targets minors whose values ​​are not yet formed.

Although I still look young, my mental resilience far surpasses that of any other person on Earth.

But the result was disappointing.

"No?"

He put his arm down the drain, but the result was the same.

No, there really isn't.

the next day,
Carrie carried her schoolbag to school, feeling regretful that her chances of attending the school dance were doomed to fail. Yet, she still clutched the business card in her hand, hoping that the other party would take pity on her and attend with her.

When she arrived at the school gate, she found that the crowd had automatically dispersed in front of her, and boys and girls kept exclaiming "Wow!"

As Carrie's gaze swept through the crowd, she spotted a sports car with an exaggerated design and a low chassis.

The handsome man, hands in his pockets, leaned against the hood of the car, quietly waiting for something amidst the endless, drawn-out gaze.

“It’s him!” Carrie’s eyes lit up.

What happened next surprised her even more: the other person actually raised their hand to greet her.

In an instant, the gazes that pierced her like sharp arrows made Carrie so nervous that she could hardly breathe.

She admitted that this was the kind of attention she wanted.

Carrie had no choice but to bite the bullet and go over there.

After walking up to Tan Wenjie, she lowered her voice and asked, "Why are you here?"

The two appeared to be in a very intimate pose, which drew gasps from the crowd.

Some girls were even clenching their fists and gritting their teeth, thinking, "Why does that bitch Carrie get to eat so well?!"
Only Carrie, who was close to Tan Wenjie, noticed something different. The man in front of her seemed younger than when they met yesterday. Before, he looked like a young man in his twenties or thirties, but now he looked like a high school student in his teens.

Unlike high school students, he possessed a confidence beyond his years, and he didn't have that impetuous feeling.

“I agree to your cooperation yesterday,” Tan Wenjie said. “I can attend the ball with you, but you have to come to Delhi with me.”

"Save the world?" Carrie nodded without hesitation. "Yes!"

Even if this is a dream, no one can wake you up from it.

The whispers around her weren't hurting her; instead, they made her instinctively straighten her back.

"To show my sincerity, I've made some preparations." Tan Wenjie raised his wrist and glanced at it. "They should be here soon."

"Hey kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

A blond-haired man walked over with a girl who was clearly a bad girl.

There were more than a dozen people following behind them.

Carrie cried out "Ah!" and quickly hid next to Tan Wenjie, hugging his arm.

"Did you prepare these too?" she asked worriedly.

"Yes."

Hero saves the damsel in distress, sports car heartthrob, influential figure.

Tan Wenjie had no intention of waiting for the story to unfold before handling things that could be resolved with a script. Besides, he was driving a supercar, so how stupid would a redneck kid in a teen movie have to be to actively cause him trouble?

The world I live in now is a capitalist country, where the rich are God.

"Go! This kid dared to insult me ​​yesterday!" The blond-haired guy raised his baseball bat and shouted.

The students scattered like birds and beasts, leaving the battlefield clear.

The underlings charged forward, yelling and shouting.

The blond guy carrying a baseball bat couldn't help but complain to his female companion, "This is just like a movie."

This is the real world; how could there be such a stupid person here?

Especially for herself, there was absolutely no way she would provoke a man who drove a supercar.

"Let's finish this quickly and call it a day," the bad girl whispered. "If we do something this big, we'll attract the police."

"I'm up."

Huang Mao had considered taking advantage of the large number of people to swarm and take down Tan Wenjie, but when he saw that the brothers he had brought were lying dead all over the place, whether they were really fighting or not, he decided to proceed with the original plan.

We absolutely must not fight for real.

In a flash, he realized he was already lying on the ground.

However, Huang Mao was still thinking about his lines. He got up and said unsteadily, "You're something else, we'll be back!"

The group of people left in a sorry state.

The gazes of the crowd toward Carrie were filled with envy.

What gives her the right?

Carrie craned her neck, savoring the moment, and already looking forward to the day of the school dance.

"Come on, follow me to Delhi."

Interrupted, Carrie muttered under her breath, "Can't you let me enjoy this a little longer?"

The school dance wasn't starting for a long time, so she could keep her promise to him first. (End of Chapter)