Artifact Report

Chapter 121 Mai Minghe: This car has a lot of drama
Mai Minghe sat on the ground, motionless, staring blankly at the square in front of him.

...Really, the situation is getting worse and worse, more and more difficult.

In the peripheral vision, Hai Luwei's face became a huge shadow, so close that I couldn't feel the heat of his breath.

The face stared at Mai Minghe for a few seconds without making a sound, then retreated little by little and returned to its normal size; the wig that was tilted on the other person's head appeared in sight again.

"My 'lucid dream' just came to an end."

The screenwriter Meng said, "She also filled out the 'Non-Resident Information Registration Form'. Logically, she should have been restored to human form. But why is there no response..."

Mai Minghe's gaze wandered in the night, completely unfocused.

"When did it end?"

Fu Tailan was cautious. Even though he had cooperated with screenwriter Meng and turned the situation around, he was still sitting several meters away and refused to get within one meter of screenwriter Meng.

"Didn't the second head shrink back at that time?"

The dream writer looked at her and said to Fu Tailan in the distance, "You saw it too, didn't you? Before that head completely retracted, it reached out and covered the top of the first head. This should mean that she has recovered."

...This is not human language at all.

"This is the first time I've encountered something like this... Could it be that all this back and forth and constant changes have ruined me?" Dream Screenwriter said, crossing her arms. "Do you want me to hit her on the head?"

"Do you think that's a house where you knock and a second head comes out to answer the door?"

Fu Tailan chuckled softly, took out the pistol that had just been emptied of bullets, and replaced it with a new magazine.

"Hey, aren't we all comrades now?" Dream Screenwriter's eyes flicked towards him. "You're so defensive. It really hurts my feelings."

The groans of sea reeds came from under the car.

"Can I...can I come out now?"

You could tell he'd been through a lot. If voices had bones, they'd be broken long ago, only skin hanging on, trembling. "Whether she recovers or not, I don't want to be this close to her anymore."

"Come out," Fu Tailan replied, "It's a good opportunity to see how she reacts."

Sea Reed used all three limbs and dragged his injured foot as he slowly emerged from under the car.

Just now, it was precisely because he was right next to the dream screenwriter, and his smell, heartbeat and breathing were all very close to those of the dream screenwriter, that he was able to deceive the resident Mai Minghe who was eager to save people.

As he climbed, he seemed very worried and kept looking back at Mai Minghe. Seeing that she had no reaction to him, he finally let out a long sigh and lay down on the ground dejectedly.

"What the hell is going on?" He covered his face with his hands, each word full of grievance: "Why am I so unlucky..."

Mai Minghe sat there with a blank expression.

"You'd better climb a little further," Fu Tailan suggested. "We're not 100% sure yet that the second head won't show up again."

Hai Luwei struggled to stand up, and in Mai Minghe's sight, she limped a few steps away, gasping for breath; she still just sat there in a daze, not even looking at him.

The strong appetite for "he must have it" just now has now completely disappeared; instead, it is -

"It seems that it is indeed broken."

The dream screenwriter suddenly said something, and his face returned to blankness.

"I've never heard of a human turning into a resident, and then a resident turning back into a human before. The chances of success are slim to begin with. But it doesn't matter. Just let me kill her and be done with it once and for all. I should have done this a long time ago. It's true that the residents' plans are always out of control."

Fu Tailan chuckled and whispered, "...You can't continue the performance, right?"

Screenwriter Meng was stunned and turned to him: "Huh?"

Only now can we——

Mai Minghe suddenly jumped up and used all his strength to punch the gunshot wound on the chest that had not yet fully healed. For a moment, his right hand was almost completely sunk into the chest of the dream screenwriter, and only his wrist was visible.

The dream screenwriter probably had not expected her to suddenly attack, and was hit in the chest; but after Mai Minghe lost the power of the residents, it only stumbled, took two steps back, and stood firm again.

Oops--

As this thought flashed through her mind, Mai Minghe suddenly crouched down and threw herself behind the car; the sound of bullets shattered the air and made her ears numb.

"Huh?" Writer Meng seemed to be still unresponsive. "What's going on?"

"It seems that after she returned to her human form, she retained all her memories."

Mai Minghe hurriedly jumped up from behind the car, still crouching. He could only hear Fu Tailan's distant voice, "...Doesn't it feel good? As soon as I woke up, my memory told me that I had become a superposition of a resident and a human. What's even more difficult is that there's a resident and a human next to me, both waiting eagerly."

This child is so cunning that there is nothing we can do.

As soon as the "lucid dream" ended, Mai Minghe had returned to her true nature - but how could she dare to reveal it?
Once she knew that she had recovered as a human, whether it was to kill her dream screenwriter or to take away the fake image of Fu Tailan, wouldn't she take action immediately?
Mai Minghe was under the sight of one person and one resident. Even if she woke up, she didn't dare to reveal her identity. She could only sit there blankly, delaying time while thinking about how to escape - but the dream screenwriter was too eager to kill her.

"Ah?" Sea Reed finally reacted, "She has returned to being human?"

Dream Screenwriter turned a blank face towards Mai Minghe behind the car. "That's great! Die, die, die!"

The moment it pounced towards him, Mai Minghe grabbed the door handle of the car next to him.

...Fu Tailan guessed correctly, she remembered everything.

So she naturally remembered that when she was still in the resident superposition state, Fu Tailan fled to this car in order to escape from her - at that time, he pressed on the trunk with a "bang", stepped on it, and jumped onto the roof.

In other words, the trunk was open at the time; ever since she accidentally fell into the trap of the dream screenwriter, the trunk of the car has always been open.

...The trunk is open. Does that mean there's a high chance the car isn't locked?
"I should have killed you long ago—"

Mai Minghe pulled the car door, and it slid open without any resistance.

"You shouldn't have been allowed to become a resident in the first place—"

She quickly pulled her hand back, rolled on the ground, and kicked hard at the car door that had just been opened halfway - the dream screenwriter who rushed over was hit by the car door. Although he had no mouth or nose, he still made a "grunt" and fell to the ground.

"Ahhhh, I'm so angry, so angry, so angry. As expected of a future contestant, you're quite agile."

What an inexplicably frank resident.

Fu Tailan is probably coming this way now, right?

Mai Minghe was so tense that she didn't dare to show anything outside the car. Before the dream screenwriter got up, she took a quick glance inside the car. In the dim light of the street lamps in the square, she saw a key inserted in the ignition switch.

Hit the jackpot?
Is this car really still drivable?
But other than that, there is no other way but to try.

Mai Minghe had never been so light and agile in her life; she jumped into the car like a stray cat hiding from people, then twisted her body, stretched out her arms, and grabbed the wide-open car door.

When the car door slammed shut, the dream screenwriter also threw himself heavily against the door, but was just a step too late - the door glass was hit hard by its blank face, splashing a lot of saliva on it.

...It's strange. It has no facial features, so where does the saliva come from?

Now is not the time to doubt.

When Mai Minghe caught a glimpse of a figure outside the car, he immediately lay down on the seat.

The next second, a heavy gunshot rang out from outside the car, resounding through the night sky. The driver's door glass and the passenger door glass behind him were pierced by a swirling gust of wind, exploding into countless crystalline fragments inside and outside the car.

The dream screenwriter outside the car window was unable to dodge and was hit by a bullet - his blank face sank, and countless wrinkles were pressed by the bullet, just like a bun painted upside down.

"Did you do this on purpose? Fu Tailan, I'm going to kill you too, kill you."

Where on earth is the sound coming from? The structure of the residents is amazing. It will be safe for a while and you have to touch your head.

Taking this opportunity, Mai Minghe turned the car key; the sound of the engine starting also ignited the hope in her heart.

Although she hadn't driven a car for 10 or 20 years, at least today's cars hadn't developed to the point where she couldn't understand them.

As long as there is a steering wheel, accelerator and brake, even someone who has never driven a car can escape from here - because she doesn't need to avoid pedestrians at all; it would be better to just knock them over.

...I'm afraid there is no other person who drives like me, right?

In order to avoid being hit by bullets, Mai Minghe curled up most of his body, stuck between the driver's seat and the co-pilot seat.

Unable to get up, she couldn't see the road conditions outside the windshield. She barely managed to hold the steering wheel with one hand, one foot stretched far out, stepping on the accelerator, and drove out based on memory, yelling out the shattered window, "If you don't want to be hit to death, let me go!"

Whether Fu Tailan had dodged the attack or not, and where he had driven to, one could only guess based on his feelings.

Because in Mai Minghe's field of vision, there was only the roof of the car, the pendant hanging on the rearview mirror, and the night sky outside the car window - if the situation and occasion were not so strange at the moment, it would seem as if she was camping in the car.

"Don't run! I'm so angry, so angry, so angry, I regret it so much. One wrong move and every step is wrong."

The howling of the dream screenwriter was getting farther and farther away, but it still followed the car relentlessly.

After driving recklessly and crookedly, Mai Minghe soon heard Mrs. Fu Lan's distant curses—she was young, but her curses were quite harsh—and with an idea in her mind, she shouted out the window, "Besides me, isn't there another contestant? Screenwriter Meng, go find him!"

Although he didn't know whether Screenwriter Meng was really misled by her, but with a car, escaping suddenly became much easier and safer; after a while, when Mai Minghe half sat up, he could already see the road outside the library.

Just when she was about to step on the accelerator and escape from here, she suddenly braked.

Mai Minghe checked the rearview mirror, carefully sat up, and glanced back before turning around and calling out to Hai Luwei, who was slumped beside the road, "Hurry up and get in the car!"

Hai Luwei looked at her stupidly, his face even paler than before.

　Remember what I am going to talk about today!
　　First of all, Sea Reed’s name should be changed to Adu in this chapter because he came out from under the car.

　　Secondly, I found a classmate on Xiaohongshu!

　　Now a beauty blogger with a massive following! She's been beautiful since she was a child, with a perfectly round mouth. She now teaches people how to correct a protruding mouth, even including before-and-after photos...

　　It really made me lose confidence in the authenticity of the blogger's content...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)