Chapter 167 Inequality Lipstick
In the future, ten floors underground.
Luke slowly retracted his hand, the threads in his eyes slowly faded away, and a slight fluctuation appeared on his calm face.
"It seems that in this world, being the protagonist is not a good thing."
He was about to adjust Wang Lang's causal line, but he didn't expect that someone had already started to mess with him, bringing forward some events that would have taken some time to break out, and forcing him to push him into the new world.
This was consistent with Luke's goal, so he didn't stop it. It was just that when he finally saw the dump truck, he couldn't hold back and made some reasonable operations.
Meteors falling from the sky is naturally not reasonable, but it would be a different matter if the supervisor sent in the future has the zero-level derivative "Natural Disaster Equation" in his hands.
Besides him, who else is taking action this time?
Luke thought silently. Although the functions of each sealed object are very unnatural, there are basically few that are easy to control and use. They can accurately lock the protagonist and control his destiny. It is unlikely for a small organization.
Lighthouse Co., Ltd. is committed to destroying sealed objects with sealed objects and returning the world to its original appearance. Suspicion can basically be eliminated. The psychological treatment center is thinking about ascension all day long. It is possible, but unlikely.
The biggest suspect should be the group of fun people in the story editing department whose main business is weaving stories.
He deceives the heaven and the earth, and confuses everything.
Not seeking fame or profit, just seeking happiness rather than life.
"I don't really like people from this chaotic camp."
He sighed. When the people in the story editing department were just, they would risk their lives to save the world, but when they were evil, they would love to destroy the world. It was difficult to tell whether they were enemies or allies.
…
The impact of the meteorite was just a few meters in front of Wang Lang. The poor guide from another world was already dead, and the dump truck, the tool for committing the crime, was also destroyed.
Facing Kelly who suddenly appeared, Wang Lang had doubts written all over his face.
Too many things happened today, and he really couldn't react.
His mother's condition worsened and passed away, his friend got together with his girlfriend, and he was fired from his job. He lost control of his emotions and killed the couple, then called the police and surrendered. When a dump truck was about to hit him to death, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky...
The two policemen ran back tremblingly. After seeing the tragic scene, they called to inform Wang Lang of the situation and then walked towards Wang Lang respectfully.
"You must be Wang Lang, come with us."
Wang Lang stretched out his hand obediently, and the policeman's handcuffs were about to be cuffed, with one hand across the middle.
"Wait a minute, I don't think he did anything wrong."
"No, he just turned himself in and is a dangerous person."
A policeman glanced at this foreign guest. She had deep features, slender eyebrows, and no excessive expression on her face. She was wearing a dark black uniform and looked very capable.
Kelly took out a lipstick from her pocket and applied it to her lips expertly, turning the thin red lips into a glossier crimson.
"Ma'am, please do not interfere with official business."
"You're right, but..."
"He turned himself in = he committed a crime."
Kelly's crimson lips opened and closed, her speech suddenly slowed down, and she answered calmly, her face full of determination.
"this……"
The two policemen looked at each other, saw the confusion on each other's faces, and then nodded at the same time, "You're right, thank you for reminding us, we almost arrested the wrong person."
"Mr. Wang Lang, would you like to go to the police station with us to make a record? After all, it was you who reported the matter to the police."
"It's inconvenient." Kelly continued to speak slowly: "If he calls the police, he must go to the police station to take notes."
"Yes, that happens."
The policemen frowned as they spoke, seeming a little confused as to why they were talking out of their minds today, and then they nodded apologetically at Wang Lang.
"I'm really sorry for wasting your time."
After that, the two returned to the police car and left with the sound of the engine starting.
Wang Lang looked at the police car that was going away and opened his mouth wide, "This... this is wrong, isn't it?"
Is there no threshold for becoming a police officer now? So easy to fool.
"Your trouble has been solved, you can come with me now."
After watching the police leave, Kelly turned her attention to Wang Lang.
"Who are you and why should I follow you?"
Wang Lang was a little resistant to the strong demands of strangers.
Even if the police were fooled into taking away, he still committed a crime, and he couldn't hide it for long. He would be caught sooner or later, within two days, and he might be sentenced severely for not surrendering.
"If you must say it, I am your father's colleague."
Kelly replied calmly, "Your father asked me to pick you up. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"Not satisfied."
Wang Lang only thought it was ridiculous. That man had left his mother since he was a child and had not made any contribution to the family. He relied entirely on his mother to raise him through all the hardships. Now he sent someone to pick him up?
Especially after committing a serious crime.
Kelly's pretty eyebrows wrinkled a little, her crimson lips opened and closed, and her speech slowed down.
"You reject me ≠ you don't come with me."
"I'll give you half an hour to pack up and follow me to the United States."
Wang Lang looked at Kelly with a crazy look, "I have already rejected you, don't you understand?"
"..."
Kelly, who was rejected, was silent for a few seconds, her calm face cracked, and her eyes gradually became serious. "'Inequality Lipstick' won't work on you."
"What inequality lipstick?"
"Let me ask you one last time, do you want to follow me?"
"I refuse, don't stop me from surrendering."
"You misunderstood, and I have no intention of stopping you now." Kelly took out her cell phone, exchanged a few words with the person on the other end, and then hung up.
"Wang Lang, male, 21 years old, was sentenced to death for committing murder and will be executed immediately. In accordance with the International Convention on Sealed Artifacts, I will conduct a special recruitment for you with the authority of the future fourth-level supervisor."
"Congratulations, you have become a future first-level personnel. You will be rewarded with a weekly intimate interaction with the sealed object. The time limit is one month. If you are still alive after one month, your crimes will be pardoned."
Before Wang Lang could understand what she said, Kelly took action and punched Wang Lang hard in the abdomen.
"Well..."
He curled up and squatted down in pain, and another sharp pain came from the back of his head, and the scene in front of him became blurry.
…
Strange ceiling.
Wang Lang woke up from an uncomfortable sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and faced a white roof.
This is a square room, painted pure white without impurities. It is completely empty, except for Wang Lang, who has only one booth.
On the booth, a bronze statue of a beautiful girl was kneeling on her knees. With tears in her eyes, she raised her hands high in a gesture of repentance and prayed to God. She held a beautiful and luxurious box in her hands.
He stood up hesitantly and found that his hands and feet had been shackled, and an eye-catching note was posted on the door.
"Don't touch the box. Stay in the room for ten minutes. The mission is over."
"What the hell!"
Wang Lang whispered, not understanding this inexplicable request, but his body still obeyed the instructions honestly.
Except for his previous impulsive crimes, he has always been a good and law-abiding citizen in his twenty-one years of life, the kind who dare not go east or west when asked, and dare not leave early if he works overtime.
Now that he had calmed down, Wang Lang was afraid of what he had done. He had ruined the rest of his life on impulse. He couldn't help but feel extremely regretful and did not dare to violate any more rules and regulations.
…
At the same time, in a room on the first floor of the base.
The five people silently observed Wang Lang's performance. He walked around the room boredly, looking at the bronze statue girl and the box curiously, and focused more on the bronze statue girl.
"It's so beautiful, as lifelike as if it were alive."
Wang Lang's sighing voice came from the monitor.
When the picture was put here, Kelly turned around and nodded slightly to the other four people.
"Wang Lang has not been contaminated by 'Pandora's Box'. He is even less interested in the box than the bronze statue girl. He has also been immune to my 'Inequality' lipstick before. It is initially determined that he has the ability to be immune to mental pollution."
Among the four people, there was a man with dark skin and fierce eyes, his eyes flickering.
"What you mean by this is that you want him to take over his father Wang Ming's 'ultimate engraving'?"
"Yes."
"No, the Chinese can't be trusted!"
After finishing speaking, the black man did not conceal his unkind gaze and stared provocatively at the only Chinese among the four. He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in his forties who wore a pair of glasses. , elegant temperament.
After hearing what the black man said, the middle-aged man pushed up his glasses and smiled back: "The products speak for themselves."
"you……!"
"Okay Chu Liang, Keleven, I didn't call you here to hear you quarrel."
The leading white man stopped the situation in advance. His hair was messy, his right eye was cloudy, and he stared at Kelly closely.
"Wang Ming has been imprisoned since the doomsday horn was blown. The ultimate inscription on him does not pose much of a threat. Why do you want to suddenly change him to Wang Lang?"
Kelly said bluntly, "I want to cure the memetic pollution caused by Derivative No. 1. The quill in Ultimate Inscription that can tamper with the effect is a possible attempt. If the pollution can be transformed into power, it will be better in the future." One level head.”
"Wait a minute, can I ask you why you came to Wang Lang? You didn't know that he had the specialty of mental resistance before."
Chu Liang raised his hand to speak meekly.
"I visited Wang Ming a while ago, and he said that if anyone can inherit the ultimate inscription, it would be his son."
Chu Liang smiled and shook his head, "Why would you trust someone who is contaminated by sealed objects, wants to destroy the world, and even blows the horn of doom?"
"Because...because..."
Kelly was speechless for a moment and slowly frowned.
"Because Wang Ming is your teacher, because Derivative No. 3 has not caused any damage in these years, and because you have always been in debt to the teacher, so you want to make up for it."
"...What a coincidence."
Kelly reacted and answered in a deep voice.
Apart from what Chu Liang said, Wang Ming happened to commit an offense on the day she arrived and could never return to a normal life. She happened to find out that Wang Lang was mentally resistant.
"The story editing department is going too far, and even we are beginning to include his stories in the future."
The red-haired woman who had been silent until now said in a cold tone, "How about sending the sealing team to destroy them? As long as I use the Tree of Wisdom to get enough information, I'm sure to win."
"No, the story editing department is very special. The protagonists they create have the ability to make the impossible possible, and the possible to win. Moreover, they don't have many sealed items, so there is no need to get into trouble over trivial matters."
The white man shook his head to stop, "It doesn't matter, as long as the protagonist joins our side, it will be no problem. Why not have one more excellent chess piece, but we will have to work hard for a while."
After all, wherever the protagonist is, there will be chaos, chaos, and various low-probability incidents.
(End of chapter)