Chapter 137 The Hero You Don’t Know

Susie leaned against the car door and looked at the distant sky.

She stood in the wasteland, the truck parked crookedly.

"We're all here, why don't we go over?"

Schneider asked.

"Professor, you saw it too, the car accident."

"Ah."

"You didn't hit it on purpose."

Susie also twitched her lips.

"It won't pass."

she says.

"A good knife should not have a sheath."

"What a weird kid."

"Is it awkward?"

Susie said.

"That's the kind of person I am."

Professor Schneider laughed heartily.

He was in a good mood.

No student has to die.

There is nothing happier than an ending like this.

"By the way, Professor, there's something I want to say..."

"Oh, what did you say?"

Schneider tapped his earphones and said confused.

"Did anyone call me this afternoon? I don't think so."

Susie said with a chuckle.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Ha ha."

Schneider smiled.

"You and Chu Zihang."

"They're all good kids."

Chu Zihang and the other three rested on the spot for half an hour, and then decided to continue exploring.

By now they were almost certain that Thousand Faces was not in the safe house.

There has been such a big fuss, it's strange that he can still hide it.

Although the safest thing to do is to leave for now and recuperate before exploring again.

But time waits for no one. If Thousand Faces comes back and sees the safe house full of Deadpool's corpses, then turns around and runs away without saying a word, they will be looking for a needle in a haystack to find this dangerous hybrid.

In fact, after discovering Thousand Faces' safe house, they had a vague guess.

Thousand Faces is probably not alone.

There is a huge organization behind him.

Otherwise, the existence of this safe house cannot be explained.

Deadpool too.

How could an ordinary dangerous hybrid breed so many deadpools?

Even whether Cassell can do this is still unclear.

After all, as we all know, Deadpools are creatures dominated by the desire to kill. Apart from surrendering to dragons, their brains only focus on fighting and killing.

Raising Deadpool is a false proposition from the beginning, unless you master the technology of taming monsters.

But is it really true?

Such technology.

There are open doors on both sides of the passage.

Deadpool probably escaped from these rooms.

The three of them went in one room at a time to check.

"This layout,"

Han Ye said.

"It looks like a laboratory."

He was right, the room was very monotonous, so monotonous that it felt depressing.

The walls, floor and ceiling were pale, and a row of iron-gray beds were abruptly displayed in the center. White cloth was scattered on the ground next to the hospital bed, which was probably originally used to cover Deadpool.

They imagined that Deadpool would sit up from the bed after smelling the human scent, and the white cloth covering his body would slip down, revealing a face that looked like a ghost.

It’s like a scene from a horror movie.

"laboratory?"

The senior brother looked at Han Ye strangely.

"Shouldn't normal people think of a morgue? Why would you think of a laboratory?"

"Ha ha."

Han Ye laughed awkwardly.

"Isn't it like that in the movies? Frankenstein uses human corpses to study immortality and so on. I seem to have seen it in it, and it was very impressive."

"oh oh."

The senior brother suddenly realized.

"You mean Frankenstein, I've seen that movie too, it's true."

Let him touch it.

"When you put it that way, it seems quite similar."

"Speaking of which, if this is really the safe house of Thousand Faces."

Han Ye asked puzzledly.

"Then how did he avoid being attacked by these deadpools?"

"Is it true that someone can control Deadpool?"

"Who knows?"

The senior brother shrugged.

This action pulled the wound, making the man grin for a while.

"Wait, that's it!"

Han Ye exclaimed.

"What?"

The senior brother followed Han Ye's gaze.

His eyes widened.

It was the only hospital bed still covered with white cloth.

Let’s look at its raised outline.

The things below are still there.

"Is it Deadpool?"

Han Ye asked.

Chu Zihang stepped forward.

The senior brother held him back and shook his head.

"I come."

He raised an eyebrow.

"It's just a deadpool. Don't worry, just leave it to me."

"Yeah yeah."

Han Ye's hands wrapped in huge brown gloves supported Chu Zihang.

From the paleness of the boy's lips, it is not difficult to see how bad his condition is at this moment.

"Thanks."

Chu Zihang said.

Han Ye was stunned for a moment, then touched the back of his head and smiled stupidly.

The senior brother has walked to the bedside.

He was ready to fight at any time.

Then he picked up the white cloth with his big sword.

Han Ye and Chu Zihang also looked over.

Under the solemn gazes of the three people.

The object under the white cloth revealed its true appearance.

The senior brother blinked in confusion.

"It turns out...it's not Deadpool."

On the hospital bed was a handsome man.

It can be seen that the short broken hair has been carefully taken care of and meticulous.

The eyebrows look like those of a young man, and his eyes are closed naturally. At first glance, people will have the illusion that this boy is probably asleep.

The man's hands were folded peacefully on his lower abdomen, with light makeup on his face.

The senior brother sighed softly, put his finger on the man's cheek, and then put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look.

"What's wrong?"

Han Ye asked.

The senior brother frowned for a long time.

He showed his finger to the curious Han Ye.

"this is……"

"pigment."

Senior brother said.

"The pigments used in oil paintings. Because of my family background, I have some knowledge of these pigments."

The senior brother frowned, rubbing the paint from his fingers while looking at the face of the man on the hospital bed.

"Strange, is it Qianmian?"

he said to himself.

"Use oil paints to make up the corpse."

"What do you think?"

"Use paint..."

Han Yemao's eyes widened like that.

"Make up the corpse!"

He lowered his head to look at the man's peaceful face.

Suddenly I felt a chill.

Han Ye shivered and rubbed his arms.

He imagined Qianmian sitting next to the hospital bed, preparing paints on the palette and applying makeup to the corpse one stroke at a time.

Maybe Thousand Faces was singing while doing it.

Like Mozart's dance music or something.

"What a pervert."

Han Ye said.

Chu Zihang nodded towards the corpse.

"excuse me."

He said.

Then he gently opened the hands where the corpses were stacked.

Under those hands is a glass bottle.

"This is……"

Han Ye came closer and said confused.

"earthworm?"

Yes.

Under the man's folded hands, there was a glass bottle containing earthworms.

These earthworms are dead, stiff and lifeless.

"Why are there earthworms?"

Han Ye asked.

"Maybe...it's made of Thousand Faces."

Brother guessed.

"Analysing Qian Mian's previous crime modus operandi, he would often process the victim's corpse to a certain extent, just like creating art."

"Art!"

Han Ye clicked his tongue.

"Sounds like a pervert!"

"Dangerous hybrid."

Senior brother shook his head.

"What do you think, what is a dangerous hybrid? This guy probably doesn't see himself as a human being anymore."

"But it's weird."

He frowned.

"Thousand Faces has always only targeted women."

"Why is it a man this time?"

"This is not in line with his crime pattern."

"Maybe."

Han Ye guessed.

"Is the Thousand Faces Deadpool becoming more serious?"

"Can't you control the dragon's desire to kill?"

The senior brother pondered.

"That makes sense."

"But."

His eyes fell on the corpse's carefully made-up face.

From the exquisiteness of this makeup, it is not difficult to see how much care Qian Mian put into it, probably with the attitude of creating a work of art.

Even more sophisticated than most of the previous cases.

"Can a hybrid controlled by the desire to kill really be able to paint at such a level?"

"And, then again."

"The reason why we believe that Thousand Faces is a dangerous hybrid who has fallen towards Deadpool."

"On the one hand, it's because Qian Mian commits crimes frequently."

"The other aspect is the claw marks found at the crime scene."

"Now, now that we've established Deadpool."

The senior brother looked at Han Ye and Chu Zihang with a strange look.

"If those marks were left by Deadpool."

"So, is there such a possibility?"

“He has a thousand faces, but he has not fallen.”

"He just wanted to kill someone."

As soon as the words came out, the senior brother also noticed his slip of the tongue.

"That's not a good thing to say."

"Um……"

"Give me an example."

He thought about it.

"Yes."

"Do you know Hannibal?"

"It seems like a character in a novel, a murderous psychiatrist."

"Yes."

Senior brother said.

"Actually, the prototype of Hannibal in this novel is a hybrid."

"I suspect that Thousand Faces is someone like Hannibal."

Chu Zihang closed the man's folded hands again.

Press the glass bottle.

Cover him with a white cloth.

"I remembered."

Han Ye suddenly said.

"That wanderer!"

"The wanderer you were talking about who disappeared here!"

"Could it be, it's him!"

Chu Zihang described the man's facial features to Su Qian.

"correct."

Susie answered in the affirmative.

"it's him."

"As expected."

Han Ye was a little lonely.

"Still not able to catch up."

"You boy."

The senior brother put his hand on Han Ye's head and rubbed his hair.

"It's really sad. If you go to Kassel, just join the Lionheart Club."

"Then enter the execution department and use your hands to rewrite those tragedies."

Han Ye nodded vigorously.

"Will Lionheart know it?"

he murmured.

At the end of the passage is a heavy iron door locked with a thirty-six-digit code disk.

Han Ye raised his fingers and knocked, feeling the feedback from the iron door, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"It's so thick."

Even if he were in his prime, he probably wouldn't be able to penetrate it if he used all his strength.

"Give me, let me."

The senior brother drove him aside.

"Keep an eye on it, this is real technical work!"

After the proud introduction, he offered a seat for Chuzi Airlines, and watched the president's operations with Han Ye without blinking.

Han Ye saw Chu Zihang take out a ball of plasticine, the kind of small toy that kindergarten teachers give to children to use to make elephants and giraffes.

That's what he thought.

It wasn't until Chu Zihang took the two of them away that he didn't know what this man had done. When Han Ye was still confused, there was a muffled bang.

Han Ye stared at the open iron door dumbfounded.

"Exploded...exploded!"

"Um!"

The senior brother was also amazed.

"It can be detonated safely in an environment similar to a closed space and open the door accurately. It is truly a master key produced by the equipment department."

"Master Key!"

Han Ye looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You call that thing a master key!"

He thought of the plasticine.

sorry!

He confessed in his heart to the kindergarten teachers and children.

You probably won't be able to shape a giraffe with this plasticine.

Who can withstand the explosive plasticine?

"certainly."

The senior brother patiently explained to him.

"It has been tested by the Equipment Department. As long as the amount is enough, the vault door can be blown open."

"So, you see, even if the vault door can't be blocked, there's no door in this world that can't be opened."

"It's a master key, right?"

"The door is broken, of course it can be opened!"

Han Ye was powerless.

"I think you may have misunderstood the opening of the door. This master key really opens the door."

"Making a fuss out of a molehill."

Senior brother Feng Qingyun waved his hand calmly.

"Just get used to it."

"I don't think I can get used to it."

The two followed Chu Zihang into the iron gate.

What comes into view is warm yellow light.

Pumpkin lanterns hang from the roof.

Triangular eyes and mouth are cut out like a Halloween decoration.

"Looks like some kind of cozy children's toy."

Han Ye murmured.

"Think about it, this is hung with thousands of faces, is it still warm?"

Senior brother said.

Han Ye's face dropped with a look of disgust.

"not at all."

"Snapped."

Han Ye turned on the light.

Warm yellow light enveloped the entire room.

Han Ye and his senior brother's expressions changed.

A figure stands in the room.

Some were wearing complicated gothic dresses, somber black, with dark rose mesh stockings. A pair of pale little hands slightly lifted the hem of the skirt, tapping their knees as if to salute.

Some of them wore baseball caps and smart sportswear, with one leg raised high and the other raised high, revealing the tight and healthy curves from thigh to hip. This is the action of pitching in baseball.

There are many more other girls.

Most of them are dresses, either gorgeous or fresh.

The three of them walked there, as if they were entering a ball of the British aristocrats of the last century.

Turning around and looking around, the girls were smiling like flowers, and the beautiful youthful atmosphere came to their faces.

"all these are……"

Han Ye murmured.

"Is it made of Qianmian?"

The senior brother tapped a girl on the face who was doing a ballet pose.

"It's paint."

He said.

I looked at each girl's face one by one.

Either shy or chuckled or innocent or slightly angry.

"It's all... painted on!"

Han Ye's eyes lit up.

"Look, there really is a gramophone!"

He flipped the switch.

It was too late for the senior brother to stop him.

Piano music as clear as water.

Reminiscent of a girl under the moonlight.

"To Alice."

Han Ye said.

“Beethoven’s Für Elise!”

"You can really enjoy this Thousand Faces thing. There are so many dolls, and you still listen..."

"I think."

The senior brother tugged at him.

Han Ye saw Chu Zihang holding Murasame.

"What's wrong?"

he muttered.

Turned.

For just a moment, he was stunned.

A room full of girls, girls I thought were dolls.

Actually following the melody of "Female Elise".

Dance slowly.

"Is it an alchemy tool?"

Senior brother said.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be another one here, the next one."

Han Ye pressed the button.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

A soul-stirring note.

A timeless classic.

Symphony of Destiny.

And the moment this song sounded.

It was as if the gods had a hold on fate.

The girls knelt down one after another, with their knees touching the ground and their heads bowed deeply.

"Is this a prayer?"

Senior brother said.

"Play Symphony of Destiny and pray."

"Qianmianya really knows how to play."

"Am I right."

His voice grew quieter.

He looked towards the gramophone as if he had seen a ghost.

The boy hugging his knees, squatting in the corner, curling up, shivering.

Just by looking at him, you can feel the huge fear and helplessness on his body.

"Brother Han...Brother Han."

The senior brother was speechless.