Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 635: Writer's Book House

William opened the bathroom door, but inside was no longer a toilet or bathtub, but a huge library.

The moment the door opened, a wave of malice hit Li Mingzheng in the face, causing cold sweat to instantly seep out of every pore on his body.

This is not an exaggeration, but a personal experience at the moment. He felt that the skin all over his body was slightly moistened in an instant.

Although the amount of sweating is so small that it seems like an illusion, the skin does feel like it is covered with a layer of cold droplets.

It would not be accurate to describe what he felt at that moment as malice.

It is something far more complicated than just malice.

evil?

Maybe, but more of it is chaos!
Indescribable chaos!
All the messy and crazy things were condensed in the breath that was released in an instant.

He didn't even know whether he should describe it as a breath.

Or should we call it coercion? Aura?
Li Mingzheng followed William and walked into the room. His steps seemed steady, but in fact they were very weak. He had the illusion that each of his steps was touching the ground but not firmly.

The timidity and inferiority in his heart, which he thought he had long abandoned, took root in secret.

A faint rotten smell rushed into my nose, a bit like a mixture of rotten pork and dead rat.

Li Mingzheng covered his nose, turned his head carefully, and secretly looked towards the source of the smell.

It was a person, sitting at the dining table, wearing very clean clothes, but his body was extremely dirty and disgusting, with blood stains cleft between his fingernails, and his loose hair was like it had been glued into clumps and tied casually behind his head.

In fact, the other person's appearance could even be described as elegant, but the stubble and dirty blood on his face made him look like a crazy murderer.

"Life Artist, he was deeply involved in the Blood Mother Cult incident in Edinburgh." William introduced softly in Li Mingzheng's ear, "I heard that he is currently in the Library of Humanity. I don't know why he came here."

Li Mingzheng nodded carefully and quickly looked away.

From where they entered, they could see three areas separated by archways. In the first area, there was a long dining table that could accommodate ten people. There were no windows on the walls on both sides, but bookshelves filled with books.

The second area forward has sofas, which seems to be a living room. In the farthest area, there is a large desk with a strange device behind it, and it seems that there is someone sitting there.

The artist of life was sitting alone in the dining room, with no one else around him, while there were a few people sitting in the living room.

William took him straight past the restaurant where Yi Lei was and came to the living room. The five people sitting on the sofa were discussing something intensely.

They looked much more normal than the Life Artists, and seemed to be part of a team. The five of them wore the same uniform and identical hoods with Roman numerals from one to five on them.

Apart from height, weight, and gender, there were no other distinguishing features. Moreover, they were all very quiet, each tearing a book in silence, eating in small bites, and occasionally whispering to each other in polite discussions.

In the corner next to the sofa, near the bookshelf, Li Mingzheng noticed a strange person.

The other person was wearing clothes like an Egyptian pharaoh, but all the skin areas visible to the naked eye were wrapped in white bandages, with only gaps left around the eyes, mouth and nostrils.

Next to the bandaged Pharaoh, there was a person who was in a similar posture as him, with his hands crossed over his chest, leaning against the bookshelf, and staring blankly.

For a moment, Li Mingzheng's pupils contracted.

There is information about this person in Du Youguang's memory!
The other party is a very famous figure among the younger generation—the nameplate collector, Lin Tiandong!
Isn't he from the Control Bureau?
Why is the control bureau's finishing man here too?

Didn’t William say that the lowest level of people here is level five?

In Du Youguang's memory, Lin Tiandong's abnormality level was not even level five.

Wait... why does Lin Tiandong look... a little different from what Du Youguang remembered?
What's that on his neck? Gills?

How strange, isn’t he Lin Tiandong?

Before Li Mingzheng could think carefully, he was led to the big desk in the last room. It was only then that he finally saw the strange device and the figure sitting on it.

Behind the desk was a wheelchair, on which sat an old man with his upper body naked. He was bald, skinny, and covered with age spots, as if he had some skin disease.

The shape of his sternum and ribs were clearly visible through his paper-thin skin.

If it weren't for that pair of eyes that made him look energetic, this old man would be no different from a dried mummy.

And the strange device he saw in the distance just now was actually the ceiling of this study. It was equipped with multiple layers of vertical and horizontal slide rails, and dozens of IV bottles were hung on it at different heights.

The medicine hoses connected to the medicine bottles were tangled together like a complicated network of electrical wires. Countless infusion needles were inserted into the old man's back, arms, chest, and neck.

Some of those colorful liquid medicines were still making strange noises, and some were even swaying constantly, making the surrounding medicine bottles jingle like wind chimes, as if the liquid medicine inside was some kind of liquid living thing.

As he walked along, Li Mingzheng felt unsteady.

But when he came before this old man, for some reason, his discomfort was alleviated a lot.

"we are coming."

William bowed to the other party according to the ancient Chinese etiquette, and turned sideways to introduce Li Mingzheng:

“This is [writer], Master Anonymous.

The master won the Bram Stoker Award seven times, the Edogawa Ranpo Award fifteen times, the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times, and the Hugo Award eight times.

Of course, the anonymous master usually inspires the authors through dreams.

It’s a pity that those authors always like to modify the stories conceived by anonymous masters according to their own ideas, and ultimately produce imperfect and defective products.

Fortunately, secular literature is just the master's hobby, and the master doesn't care much about it."

The writer grinned, his toothless lips turned inward, and his smile was very kind.

He looked at Li Mingzheng and said incoherently, "Teacher Li, I've seen your movie. You acted very well. I've watched it many times. The best part is you and the leading actress."

Li Mingzheng's whole body trembled and he shuddered violently.

Am I being praised?

Is it a compliment or a mockery?
Do not!
I am sincere!

Li Mingzheng, who had been unable to fit in since he entered this place, suddenly felt a sense of reality in his body and mind. He quickly replied, "You are too kind."

"Excessive modesty is actually pride. Only after meeting you today did I realize that your acting skills are so good. You have improved a lot in such a short time." The writer laughed, like a kind-hearted old artist.

William stood aside like a junior and added: "The anonymous master has dabbled in various artistic fields. He said that you are the most promising actor he has ever seen under the age of 30."

"Thank you for your praise. I really don't deserve it!" Li Mingzheng said flattered.

Because he was too excited, even Du Youguang's performance had a flaw and seemed unlike himself.

To be honest, Li Mingzheng was really surprised.

The legendary writer turned out to be such an ordinary, kind old man.

I'm afraid no one will believe it if I tell them.

"Although a few of them are not coming, the schedule remains the same. Let's have the meeting, shall we?" The writer looked at William with a smile.

William smiled and said, “You have the final say.”

(End of this chapter)