Global Collapse

Chapter 594 The Collapse of the Black Heart
I was originally going to ask him if he knew a little girl in a red dress.

No need to ask now.

This answer effectively shut down 007's question.

Although the person in front of him said he had never seen the other children, 007 could tell that he was hiding something.

007 lowered his head and pondered. Perhaps he knew the little girl in red. Otherwise, why would she lie on his back instead of someone else?

But since they've already denied it, asking further would seem deliberate.

Using torture instruments now might yield more information, but the use of torture is not her responsibility. 007 began to reminisce about Gu Mian leaving with the torture instruments: "I wonder if he has already started playing now."

Gu Mian had already followed the five children to the rooftop.

This bird's nest-like building is not openwork; the top rooftop covers the space below, probably to prevent delicate audience members from getting wet in the rain.

At this moment, Gu Mian was standing on the top of this carnival building.

Like most buildings, you have to go through a large door to get to the rooftop. Gu Mian was standing in front of the door leading to the rooftop.

Before me stood a large, double-leaf iron gate, three meters wide, its surface covered in dark brown paint. Perhaps due to frequent use, the paint had been worn away in many places.

A thick, long chain wrapped around the doorknob several times, and the point where the chains met was secured with a large, somewhat rusty padlock.

The lock is really tight.

Gu Mian looked at the sturdy gate in front of her.

Are they afraid someone will break in? Or are they afraid someone on the rooftop will run away?
Gu Mian remembered that the little girl had said, "Let's go to the place we often go to."

It seems this is the place she said she frequents.

Combining this with what was said before about the snake-head mask, it turns out that the children brought their chosen lower-class people to this place to play.

Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a brass key.

He took two steps forward to the slightly rusty padlock, picked up the key, inserted it into the lock, and then turned it gently.

With a "click," the large lock on the iron chain was opened.

Mike took the rusty lock off and threw it to the ground, where it hit the ground with a heavy thud.

After removing the lock, he reached out and pushed the iron gate in front of him.

Mike couldn’t push the iron gate, probably because it was too heavy.

He stopped what he was doing and turned back to look at Gu Mian with ill intent: "You open the door."

At this moment, all the children turned to look at Gu Mian, their faces bearing the same malicious expressions. Gu Mian knew without a doubt that there was something behind the door that would "shock" him.

Gu Mian used to have this kind of expression often.

It's a common expression used when watching a spectacle.

When someone looks at you with this expression, it's most likely a prank.

After the prank succeeds, the audience will surround the embarrassed victim and laugh triumphantly.

Seeing this expression, Gu Mian became alert.

There must be something like a prankster behind the door; we mustn't fall for it.

Pranks involving doors like this are likely to involve a bucket of water suddenly falling on someone when they open the door, drenching them from head to toe and giving them a refreshing and exhilarating experience.

Gu Mian had no intention of staging any wet and seductive scene here.

He straightened his clothes, took a few steps forward amidst the eerie smiles of the children, and stopped in front of the heavy iron gate.

Then he kicked it away.

With a loud bang, the two doors slammed against the walls on either side, and light streamed in from behind the wide-open doors, allowing Gu Mian to see what was happening before her.

Unexpectedly, no basins or tubes fell from the sky.

The atmosphere was a bit strange. For some reason, Gu Mian felt that the smiles of the children next to her had frozen.

Then hushed discussions began.

"Who the hell is he? I've never seen such an imposing lowlife open the door before!"

"Everyone says he's got something wrong with his head. He doesn't seem afraid of us at all. But people like him are interesting. Those lowlifes were terrified of us before. They were no fun at all."

"We need to teach him a lesson. It would be fun if someone who's not afraid of us would be so scared of us that he'd wet his pants in the future. Once he sees what's on the rooftop, he won't be as intimidating as before. We'll scare him to death!"

There were also some sarcastic laughs during the conversation.

At this moment, Gu Mian's gaze had already circled the rooftop twice.

Looking through the open door, the first thing you see is the clear blue sky in the distance, with a breeze blowing in from afar, bringing a refreshing scent.

The sun was shining brightly, and the entire rooftop was warm and cozy.

A large sheet of oiled paper cloth was spread on the ground directly opposite the door. The cloth was rustling in the wind, and the signs of use indicated that it had been used there for a long time.

One corner of the oilcloth was weighed down by a large blue bucket.

The bucket is one and a half meters tall, made of sheet metal, and its surface is badly damaged, with paint peeling off in many places, especially at the bottom and near the mouth of the bucket.

The barrel was covered with stains that couldn't be washed off, with dark brown marks clinging to it, somewhat resembling the buckets that chicken vendors use to collect blood when slaughtering chickens in the market.

However, the chicken vendor's tube wasn't this big.

This thing doesn't look like it's for killing chickens, it looks more like...

At this moment, Mike stepped forward, crossed the threshold, and walked onto the rooftop. He turned back to look at Gu Mian with a smug look, as if he were showing her his treasured collection. He was eager to see Gu Mian's expression when she saw these "treasures".

Gu Mian was also looking at the thing in front of her very seriously.

He took a few steps forward, under the watchful eyes of several children, and stepped through the door onto the rooftop so that he could see more clearly.

Beyond the barrel that looked like a chicken-killing device, there were several stacks of transparent rubber tubes. Next to the stacks of tubes was a folded sheet of transparent tarpaulin, which was weighed down by a large stone to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Next to the tarpaulin on the ground was something that looked like a suitcase. At this moment, the large suitcase was open, revealing its contents.

Upon seeing what was inside, Gu Mian realized that it wasn't a suitcase at all, but a toolbox.

The box contained things he was very familiar with.

These are frequently used in craniotomy or amputation surgery.

However, the instruments used during the surgery were much cleaner than what he saw now. All the tools in the large box were stained with dried blood, whether intentionally or because the person in charge was too lazy to clean them.

Gu Mian looked at the dirty tools in the large box and showed a disgusted expression.

Mike, standing to the side, was staring intently at Gu Mian's face, trying to discern any fear or terror in his expression. The lower-class people they had brought here before would show that same look when they saw the blood-stained tools.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he only saw a look of disgust on that annoying face.

There was no fear or terror, only disgust.

It was actually disdain?
Wait, why would he make that face?
Mike stared intently at Gu Mian's face, trying to discern other emotions, such as fear and panic, from his expression.

Unexpectedly, after staring at him for a while, the look of disgust on the person's face deepened.

Looking at the inappropriate expression on the person's face, Mike felt a headache coming on and felt incredibly suffocated.

(End of this chapter)