Artifact Report

Chapter 120 Double Pinyin: Pendulum Mai Minghe and Hunter Mansion Tailan

I hate it so much, I hate it so much, I hate Fu Tailan so much, I'm so angry
The gunshot was too close, right against his cheek; for an ordinary person, it would be enough to rupture his eardrum.

But as soon as the loud noise hit Mai Minghe's ears, she felt as if many bulging bubbles suddenly appeared in her four ears; the loud noise fell into the bubbles and was "bounced" out - not even tinnitus occurred.

The residents' health is really amazing.

She could still hear everything clearly: for example, when a bullet hit a person's body, the bones broke, and the blood and muscles swirled around, making a hollow sound.

I hit it, I really hit it, I hate it too blue

Fu Tailan was clearly at his fingertips. With just one strike, the young man would become a corpse that would no longer be a hindrance.

However, when he heard the sound of bullets piercing human bodies, Mai Minghe could no longer bear it. He let out a howl, dropped Fu Tailan, turned around and rushed towards Hai Luwei.

I really want to eat him whole. I don't want to see him covered in blood. That's like dropping an ice cream on the ground. Sea reed is her delicacy. She can't let him die. Good people must be eaten alive.
However, Mai Minghe knew very well that no matter how fast the residents were, they could not be as fast as bullets.

I'm afraid the sea reed is dead?
The human part of her seemed to be wailing deep in her mind that the death of the sea reed was because of her - lingering and annoying.

Mai Minghe rushed to the two overlapping figures on the ground, took a closer look, and was stunned.

…Someone was indeed shot, but it wasn’t Sea Reed.

Hai Luwei was pale, his hands and feet were weak, and his face was covered with sweat and tears; he didn't know whether it was fear or pain, he couldn't get up at all, and still fell beside the dream screenwriter - staring at it blankly, and didn't even notice the Mai Ming River rushing up.

It is difficult for people who have not experienced it personally to imagine the impact of a bullet.

The bullet bit deep into the screenwriter's chest, making it look like a huge hole had been dug out. His back was thrust high into the air by the bullet, but his skin and bones were not broken.

It will not die from this, but its chest cavity is almost broken, which is not easy for the residents either; it grabs the coat of the sea reed hard, pulls half of the coat off, and makes a "grunting" sound, seemingly in pain.

However, it doesn’t matter what the dream screenwriter does.

"You're okay," Mai Minghe said, looking at Hai Luwei carefully again, feeling relieved. "It's a relief that the ice cream didn't fall to the ground."

"……what?"

Hai Luwei raised his face, tears glistening in his eyes, his lips swollen and red from saliva, trembling constantly. "Wh-what ice cream?"

Mai Minghe gently touched the top of his head. "Don't be afraid. Does it hurt?"

Sea Reed's eyes flickered to the side quickly.

"Compared to it...it might be okay..."

I see. Humans are indeed creatures that constantly use comparison to confirm their position and status.

Fu Tailan, who was far behind him, not only did not take the opportunity to increase the distance, but instead took a few steps forward.

Hmm...that's a bit strange.

If you think about it carefully, the distance between her and the dream screenwriter is currently less than one meter.

Although it had become that state, it was not dead and could still activate its abilities; perhaps it was silently counting the seconds, waiting to use "lucid dream" to trap her.

She had to step back a meter.

After becoming a resident, her sense of time became confused; she could only say that it seemed less than seven seconds had passed. Just as she reached out, ready to grab the sea reed and take him somewhere else, someone behind her gently pulled the trigger.

...So that was the idea.

Use sea reeds to lure herself over, and then shoot at her from a distance; Mai Minghe will not die, but as long as she is injured in the leg and cannot retreat more than one meter in the remaining seconds, the goal will be achieved.

The whistling of bullets once again tore through the night sky.

This time, Fu Tailan was ruthless. He fired another shot immediately after the first one. Bullets poured into the darkness one after another. The sound of gunfire seemed to shatter the entire square - the targets were indeed her legs.

It’s a good idea, but unfortunately, I am different from those small-time screenwriters like Meng.

The second neck suddenly stretched out and fell straight down from the back; the second head swung at high speed behind the body like a pendulum, becoming a phantom - some bullets were knocked away by the high-speed swinging head; some bullets were caught by the wide-open, black hole-like mouth.

Even Fu Tailan probably didn't expect that she had this trick. Amidst the gunfire, he even exclaimed "Ah?"

"Do you really have a superposition state of humanity?" As the gunfire stopped, Fu Tailan couldn't help but complain, "How can a human be like this?"

This body is getting more and more adapted to it, like a fish in water. Humans' imagination of the body is still too low, ridiculous.

Mai Minghe pulled back her neck and kicked Dream Writer away. She wiped the bullet lodged in her skin and spat out the bullet in her mouth. Then she grabbed Sea Reed and pulled him far behind the car, hiding him there. This way, if Dream Writer tried to approach and kill him, she would hear his footsteps first.

There was a car blocking the way, so Mrs. Fu couldn't shoot him. Hmm, I'm really smart.

Hai Luwei's expression looked as if he just wanted to die quickly.

However, his wish cannot be fulfilled for the time being.

"What a pity, I can't stay with you." Mai Minghe whispered to him, "In order to prevent you from running away, I have to make you suffer more."

Before he could finish his last sentence, Sea Reed let out a long cry of pain.

Really, she screamed so loudly and she didn’t use any strength.

If he were compared to an ice cream cone, the force of grabbing his ankle and cracking his wrist bone could only be considered as smelling the cool, milky aroma of the ice cream cone; it couldn't even be considered as licking it.

Yeah, but it sounds so comfortable.
...Although I really hope that my first kill as a resident will be Sea Reed, but given the current situation, there is nothing I can do. I have to kill the most troublesome Fu Tailan first.

When this thought came to his mind, Mai Minghe turned his head again and rushed towards the young man.

"I really don't like your taste. It's full of poison. I don't like sharp, painful, and backlashing flavors."

After a short chase, Fu Tailan seemed to know that he could not outrun her, so he stopped, turned around and fired several shots at her.

Why waste bullets when you know it's useless?
It seems that no matter how smart a child is, he will become stupid when he is about to die.

Mai Minghe used the same trick again and blocked the incoming rain of bullets; after dodging and leaping a few steps, she stood tall in front of Fu Tailan.

He gasped, a bloody gash on one side of his jaw; as he forced a smile, drops of blood slid down his chin.

Fu Tailan is indeed a very beautiful person; however, the residents only look at taste, not appearance.

"Sea reed is ice cream, and I'm poisonous? How unfair."

"You're about to die, yet you're still so calm," Mai Minghe said softly. "I'm going to continue to torture the inhabitant born from you..." "Before you do anything, let me ask you a question," Fu Tailan asked without waiting for her to answer. "How would you feel if Hai Luwei died at the hands of someone else?"

Mai Minghe was stunned.

Screenwriter Meng wasn't around, so she didn't have to worry about the seven-second countdown; although she was reluctant to admit it, she was indeed confused now.

This is not the reaction of a dying person; if I say that I don’t want to listen or watch anymore, that would be a lie, because residents are also curious.

"That's absolutely impossible," Mai Minghe said sincerely. "Whenever I think about him dying at the hands of others, I feel so sad, so sad that I want to tear every human being into pieces."

The boy didn't seem to expect this answer. "Sad? Sad, actually... This emotion probably comes from the human part of you, right? As a human, you don't want him to die, right?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm so sorry," Fu Tailan chuckled softly and said vaguely, "...I'm going to make you sad."

Mai Minghe was stunned. "What?"

"While you were chasing me, the Dream Writer had already walked to the car and pulled Sea Reed into the 'lucid dream'. It's true that its head was broken off, but it could still walk—"

"Impossible, impossible, impossible. If it walks over, I will definitely hear the child who is telling lies. Kill you, kill you, kill you."

Mai Minghe twisted both heads back at the same time, his gaze fixed on the empty square.

The place where the dream screenwriter was just now was actually empty now.

How could it be? How could she not have heard?
How did he hide the movements of that scumbag from——

"I fired a lot of shots just now," Fu Tailan said slowly. "Oh, was the sound too loud?"

Did he calculate it?

Just because he was pulled into a lucid dream doesn't necessarily mean he will die immediately. The screenwriter must convince Hai Luwei that he is dead before he will really die. In other words, he must go and save him immediately.

***
...Her desire to kill Sea Reed with her own hands completely overwhelmed her thinking and reason.

This is good.

Fu Tailan looked at Mai Minghe's back and let out a trembling breath.

Once she realized that Sea Reed's life was in danger, she didn't even care about killing herself, and turned around and rushed straight towards the car; under the cover of night, her angry howls were like countless sharp thorns, which would pierce people's eardrums.

If you didn't know, you would have thought it was her child.

He panted, dragged his legs with trembling muscles, and followed step by step.

It's like a hunter stalking his wounded and exhausted prey—except it's him who's wounded and exhausted, and it's him who has had a brush with death.

"It's too late for you to go now. Writer Meng has already completed his mission and left."

Although they were far away, he knew that Mai Minghe must have heard it.

He had never seen a resident with such terrible hearing - if she had not been an old lady who had never used a smartphone before she got the artifact, it would be hard to say what her chances of winning today would be.

Fu Tailan knew that the "tapping" sound of her typing on the phone must have been heard by Mai Minghe; but she didn't know that the sound represented text communication - then she just needed to show it to screenwriter Meng, and there would be basic coordination between the two people and the resident.

While howling, Mai Minghe rushed to the back of the car, grabbed a figure on the ground and dragged him out from behind the car.

There was clearly no color on Hai Luwei's face, but he seemed to have forgotten the pain and fear. His eyes were wide open, and it was unknown what scene he was seeing in his dream.

One.

"Wake up, you are not dead, you are not dead, you are not dead, you are not dead"

two.

Fu Tailan raised his gun towards Mai Minghe and fired all the remaining bullets in the gun - he didn't even bother to avoid the sea reeds.

The ideal outcome for Mai Minghe is that he has to protect himself while making sure that Hai Luwei doesn't get shot.

Too many shots were fired just now, and the bullets were used up in the fifth second. Mai Minghe was still sitting on the ground intact; the second head was slowly returning to its place.

...What a monster.

The second head suddenly stopped in mid-air, lowered, and stared at Hai Luwei's face.

Perhaps it was due to the movement of her swinging the "pendulum" just now, but the hood of his coat was lifted a little, revealing a piece of skin on the top of his head.

Oh, it seems like she's about to find out.

six.

Mai Minghe was stunned, then grabbed the hat and pushed it down hard.

The top of Sea Reed's head had become bald at some point; there was only a wig hanging crookedly but firmly on his head, refusing to go away with the hat - if the technology for fixing this wig could be brought to Blackmore City, it would probably be worth at least a patent.

Mai Minghe finally realized that he had been tricked. He roared and jumped up.

seven.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Mai Minghe's face was empty of emotion, as if he had seen something. He slowly relaxed and sat down again next to Hai Luwei - no, the screenwriter Meng.

...successfully.

"That really scared me,"

Fu Tailan finally relaxed, his whole body seemed to collapse, and he fell to the ground almost dejectedly. His hand subconsciously searched for a cigarette in his pocket for a while - unfortunately, when he entered the nest, Long Zhen did not allow him to bring it.

"I thought I was finished just now... I didn't expect you to move so quickly after being shot in the chest, Brother Meng."

　I made a mistake yesterday. Mai Minghe buried his two faces in four hands, but I wrote them as four pairs of hands...

　　If there really are four pairs of hands, that's a bit too many...it's a bit crowded.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)