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Carrie got into that supercar that was so cool she'd never seen anything like it before... right under the envious gazes of her classmates.

What kind of car is this?

Although she had always been a good girl, introverted, and friendless, Carrie didn't know why, but when she got into the sports car, she actually felt a little hot.

“Black Mountain,” Tan Wenjie replied casually.

"I've never seen a car like this before."

Carrie was expressing her deep feelings.

She had never seen such a dazzling car before. The windshield looked like a high-tech screen, and the car didn't even have a steering wheel. In every way, it didn't look like a car.

"Are you ready?" Tan Wenjie asked. "We're pressed for time; it would be best if we could get this done in the next few days."

Carrie suddenly remembered that she had something important to ask: "God, I still have to go to school. I'm a student. You can't take me to save the world right now."

My mother will definitely go crazy and kill me, I'm not kidding.

The teacher will definitely not let him off the hook.

“That’s right.” Tan Wenjie nodded slightly. “Help me call and contact the principal.”

"Hello?"

Soon a voice came from inside the car.

“It’s me,” Tan Wenjie said.

"Mr. Tan, is there anything else you require?"

Carrie's eyes widened, because the voice belonged to the headmaster, whom she had heard during his last school-wide speech.

Privately, the students all agreed that the principal was a serious, selfless, and kind person. He was a graduate of New York University and had been featured in the newspapers, but he was usually too busy with work to be seen by many.

But now his voice sounds so obsequious that it's unsettling.

Tan Wenjie calmly said, "I suddenly want to donate another library, a football field, and... a special 'Eat Lunch Well Fund'. Now we're missing a fund manager. Principal, do you have the time?"

"Of course!" the voice exclaimed in surprise. "You've made your decision?"

"Yes, five million US dollars. My lawyer will contact you. I hope we can work together smoothly."

"Of course, we will have a very pleasant collaboration!"

"Oh, right, there's one more thing," Tan Wenjie said, as if he had just remembered something. "There's a person named..."

He looked at Carrie.

“White,” Carrie whispered, “Carrie White.”

“Yes, Miss Carrie White,” Tan Wenjie said. “She wants to take a leave of absence, but her mother is very worried about her grades and doesn’t want her to fall behind in her studies.”

"Please rest assured, Miss White is an excellent student, and our school has always emphasized individual development. If she is distracted by important matters and becomes preoccupied in class, the quality of teaching will suffer greatly. Holidays are not a problem; I will also persuade Miss White's mother..."

“Headmaster,” Tan Wenjie interrupted the other man’s rambling, speaking calmly, “I believe Miss Carrie White is a good student, polite and with a strong sense of contract. She will definitely get into a good university. A student’s worth cannot be judged solely by grades, right?”

The voice on the other end remained silent for a long time before saying, "Yes, it just so happens that I know a professor at New York University. He previously hoped that I could recommend a few outstanding students, and Carrie Waita has always been my first choice."

Carrie, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but correct him: "It's White, Mr. Principal."

"I'm sorry, Miss White."

“Principal, I’ve noticed that the school’s soccer field seems to need renovation,” Tan Wenjie replied.

"I will have the recommendation letter ready by next Monday."

“The school’s rugby team needs a sponsorship,” Tan Wenjie continued.

"I can finish writing the letter this afternoon."

"You're too kind, Principal. I'm sorry to trouble you with Miss White's leave request." Tan Wenjie hung up the phone.

Carrie, sitting in the passenger seat, was still a little dazed.

I was actually praised as an excellent student with outstanding academic performance and character, and even recommended to New York University.

She was certain that the principal didn't know her at all, not even after that phone call.

Everything could be related to football fields, rugby teams, libraries, foundations, and so on.

Could it be that the other party spent so much money just to hire her to "save the world"? Carrie felt she wasn't crazy.

If someone were to treat her like that to save the world, she would be willing to do it herself. She was fascinated by the feeling of being valued and given special treatment.

So she asked in a low voice, "Do you know the principal?"

A very tactful inquiry.

“No.” Tan Wenjie shook his head decisively. “It’s for you, so that you can come with me to save the world.”

Carrie: "..."

Her cheeks were burning, and her ears were flushed.

Tan Wenjie knew very well that poor little things like Carrie, who were often ignored, might say they didn't like being valued, but what they actually loved most was "the bright moon shining alone on me."

No one dislikes receiving special treatment.

But all he did wasn't just for Carrie. After learning that this world was likely the "Stephen King Horror Universe," Tan Wenjie made ample preparations and forcefully entered the human side with funds.

He is now in contact with the military, which has long been aware of Pennywise the Joker's existence and has been trying to turn him into a weapon, but with less than ideal results.

"How did you manage to do all this? I've heard that the principal is a very honest person."

“His wife is used to spending money lavishly, the children have student loans, and his mother suffers from Alzheimer’s,” Tan Wenjie said, listing the issues one by one.

When the IOU was placed on the principal's desk, he had to choose between becoming a homeless person the next day or being less honest.

Carrie: "..."

That's not the kind of adult she wants to be.

Tan Wenjie: "This is a capitalist country where money is everything."

In such a country, Tan Wenjie is not short of money... especially not short of gold and silver.

……

As the car drove towards Delhi, Tan Wenjie immediately sensed a distinct difference upon entering the town.

Pennywise the Clown is the shadow of Derry. He comes from the universe, and his true form is the Death Ray, which predates the birth of the universe and even time itself.

It feeds on fear, and has a particular fondness for children.

Similarly, those who are without fear will be less affected by it, and their beliefs will become its nemesis.

The clown Pennywise, who awakens every 27 years, hunts indiscriminately in Derry, so he can treat the whole town as his own private buffet.

“What are we going to deal with?” Carrie asked.

She also keenly sensed the change in atmosphere, and her unease intensified.

"What are you most afraid of?" Tan Wenjie asked rhetorically instead of answering.

"may be……"

Carrie's eyes gradually glazed over.

Suddenly she screamed.

Have you seen a red balloon?

Tan Wenjie squinted at the front: "No... are you afraid of balloons?"

"Not afraid."

After Carrie finished speaking, she fell silent.

"Then why are you screaming?"

"Perhaps it's because of...the atmosphere?"

As she spoke, she herself felt embarrassed.

Since entering Delhi, she had a feeling that she was in a dangerous situation, but whenever she saw the people driving next to her, her unease would turn into calm, as if she had jumped directly from a terrifying environment to in front of a television.

All the scary things were on the screen, while she was outside. She knew perfectly well that none of this could hurt her.

“Okay, next time you encounter something scary or in danger, call my name,” Tan Wenjie said.

What's your name?

"..." He remained silent for a moment before replying, "Tan Wenjie."

A name possesses the most fundamental and powerful force. As a deity, Tan Wenjie can quickly descend upon anyone who asks for help or prays to him.

He is now a true god, traversing countless universes, and possesses a military force capable of transforming the world.

“I’ve heard of Derry before,” Carrie said, “but I’ve never been here. My mother won’t let me.”

"The mother-daughter bonding session can wait until things are settled here," Tan Wenjie said. "If you want to go home and hug your mom, or anything else, that's fine... Do you want something to eat?"

Almost all coming-of-age films involve family discord, mixed with elements of female-male rivalry, male-female rivalry, and romantic relationships. Can't they be a little more straightforward?

After all, this is a horror movie.

Carrie, whose emotional outpouring was abruptly interrupted, froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you, okay."

They each held an ice cream cone and leaned against the car, eating.

In the distance, a few young people, covered in bumps and cursing, walked towards them. They saw Tan Wenjie and Jiali, in their flashy sports car, eating ice cream.

Looking at myself, I felt as destitute as a beggar.

An inexplicable anger surged within him.

"What are you?"

Tan Wenjie: "?"

Even in a foreign land, you might encounter such a familiar method of finding fault.

Carrie glanced at Tan Wenjie with a hint of helplessness.

Here we go again. This "hero saves the damsel in distress" scenario is fine once in a while, but she herself is getting a little uncomfortable with it happening so often.

Tan Wenjie: "What are you looking at!"

After a brief exchange, a silent clash of fists ensued.

"Henry, go!"

"Powers?" The boy with the wolf tail was a little scared, but his friend had already rushed forward first.

The others could only yell "Ah ah" and rush forward helplessly.

Outnumbered and powerful, even though the other party seemed wealthy and powerful, young people never consider the consequences of their actions.

A group of people rushed towards Tan Wenjie, and in return, Tan Wenjie did not hold back his punches, swiftly and decisively taking down these silly teenagers who looked like redneck villains from movies.

The moment the fist landed on their faces, their anger was extinguished by clarity and pain, and they quickly left.

"Did you arrange this too?" Carrie asked.

“How could that be? I’m here to save the world,” Tan Wenjie replied.

Whether Carrie believes it or not, he really did hold back just now, otherwise he would have at least given Earth a middle parting.

Tan Wenjie gleaned a lot of information from the faces of those thugs; their foreheads were dark, clearly indicating they were surrounded by an aura of death.

It seems that Pennywise didn't act on himself because he had already chosen a target.

“You stay in the car,” Tan Wenjie said to Jiali. “I’ll go with you and take a look.”

“Okay,” Carrie agreed readily.

Tan Wenjie chose the boy named Bowers, who was shrouded in deathly aura and clearly did not have long to live.

He followed Bowers until they entered a sewer.

"what!!"

They hadn't gone far when they heard Bowers scream from ahead.

Tan Wenjie rushed forward quickly, and a red balloon floated in front of Bowers.

A sinister voice came: "Powers, it's time to float."

"Oh!"

The balloon burst.

One by one, rotting figures, as if their bodies had been possessed by leeches, staggered toward Bowers.

Amidst Bowers' wails, he was tackled to the ground by those figures.

Tan Wenjie acted quickly, using a freezing spell, but it had little effect; apart from the red balloon being frozen in place, nothing else changed.

Bowers' screams continued.

He appeared beside Bowers as if by teleportation, placed one hand on Bowers' shoulder, and chanted passages of scripture.

The light enveloped Bowers' body, and the fear on his face gradually faded, while the terrifying figures receded like the tide.

That passage of scripture made him feel incredibly peaceful inside, as if all evil forces had been expelled.

Bowers saw Tan Wenjie and asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"

His head was still burning with pain.

“I’m a pastor. I just saw you being lured into the sewers by goblins and almost defiled. Out of humanitarian spirit, I’m going to save you,” Tan Wenjie said, handing Bowers a seal with his name on it. “Take this, and evil spirits won’t be able to get close. By the way… sincerity is key.”

Sincerity brings results; if it doesn't, it's because you're not sincere. Ultimately, the gods have the final say.

Although Bowles is a scoundrel and deserves to die, he shouldn't die at the hands of the Joker and become fertilizer for him.

Bowles, however, was overjoyed.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe—!"

He and Tam Man-kit looked in the direction from which the laughter came.

The red balloon reappeared, but this time a figure appeared behind it.

The other person, like a circus clown, grabbed a red balloon and used it to cover half of their face.

Tan Wenjie finally met his long-awaited old friend whom he had never met before—the clown Pennywise.

"Powers, I'll come back to you, and then... I'll float away."

The clown simply said this to Bowers, then his body gradually dissipated. However, before leaving, he looked at Tan Wenjie with no change in his gaze, as if he didn't take Tan Wenjie seriously at all.

"What is that?" Bowers gripped the stamp tightly, his lips trembling.

"A clown."

"I know it's a clown, but what kind of monster is it?"

“A monster that looks like a clown.” Tan Wenjie looked at Bowers speechlessly.

Is this guy out of his mind? He can't even figure out such a simple answer, and he keeps asking himself questions.

He looks like the kind of unlucky guy who won't survive more than half an hour at the beginning of the movie.

Bowers: "..."

Communication is difficult, even more difficult than with that idiot Henry.

After Tan Wenjie and Bowers walked out of the sewer together, Bowers was overjoyed to see the light of day again and shouted with joy.

"Snapped!"

She slapped him on the back of the head.

"What are you doing?" Bowers glared angrily at Tan Wenjie.

"What are you howling about in broad daylight?" Tan Wenjie pointed to the sewers. "Watch out or I'll throw you in!"

Derry is more than just a clown hunting game; it also makes adults increasingly indifferent, and all those who die at the hands of the clown will eventually be coldly forgotten.

Bowers was furious but dared not speak out. He was no match for the boy in front of him, whether physically or mentally. But if others knew that he was afraid of such an Asian boy, he would lose face.

"Oh, right, Carrie!"

Tan Wenjie thought of the girl he had brought with him. She was mentally sensitive and seemed easily emotional. Perhaps she had already been captured by Pennywise.

His eyes gleamed, and he vanished in an instant, leaving Bowers standing there dumbfounded.

The clown from earlier was definitely a ghost, but the one who saved me might not be human either.

"what--!"

Bowers scratched his head and screamed.

I have had the worst luck today.

He looked at the seal in his hand again. This thing had saved his life, but it could also be another kind of evil curse. Should he keep it?
Bowers gritted his teeth, threw it on the side of the road, and then turned and ran.

I'm smart enough that no one can fool me. (End of Chapter)