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Chapter 1651 Arrival in Velens (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Continuing along the path in the middle of the flowerbed, fairytale-like clouds brushed against their faces and bodies.

But at this moment, Siwei was no longer excited. Her little face was tense, like a squirrel looking for food. She sat on He'ao's shoulder, peeking out, but she was afraid of seeing something dangerous, so she only glanced at it and then immediately looked away.

Pink flowers drifted among the skeletons in the flowerbed, their petals fluttering like butterflies dancing among real flowers, moving between clouds and bones.

Siwei watched this fairytale-like scene warily, her whole body tense, afraid that the 'butterfly flowers' would come closer.

He Ao smiled at this scene and continued forward.

The fluttering petals will naturally attract people passing by the flowerbed, but as long as they don't enter the area of ​​the skeletons, there won't be any major problems.

As for entering the skeletal area, in Denorn's words, it means 'you will become a seed' and be planted in the flowerbed by butterflies.

Soon, He Ao walked along the path between the flowerbeds to the end of the flowerbeds.

He raised his head and looked ahead, where a towering building stood in his field of vision.

The exterior of the tall building is entirely made of glass mirrors, on which one painful face after another is reflected.

Siwei also looked up at the faces reflected in the mirror. Those faces were pressed tightly against the wall like sculptures, or like a person sticking their head out from behind, stretching a face out of the thin film.

They hung neatly and densely on the wall, gazing in the direction of the flowerbed, as if welcoming guests coming from the flowerbed.

Siwei raised her head, looking warily at those faces, and carefully clutched He Ao's clothes.

what--

Just then, as He and Ao approached, those pained faces seemed to awaken, raising their heads to look at them and letting out painful cries.

The mournful cry was like a piercing howl, like thunder that could not be stopped, like a sharp piano playing a noisy melody.

"Big guy, that sound is really annoying." Siwei turned her gaze away from the wall, covered her ears with her hands, and tried to dispel the painful wailing.

But the more this happened, the more the mournful cry trembled and twisted, like an all-pervasive fuzz seeping into the ears and the heart.

"Hmm." He Ao nodded gently, calmly gazing at the wailing, pained faces.

As the distance drew closer, staring at those faces felt like mental pollution, constantly assaulting He Ao's consciousness.

However, this was not a particularly strong attack for He Ao.

Soon, with his gaze following, he arrived in front of the enormous, howling wall.

A fork in the road, leading to the left and right, appeared before him.

"Big guy, was there a fork in the road here before?" Siwei asked, somewhat puzzled.

She had been looking down ahead the whole time and clearly hadn't seen any forks in the road.

"Once you see that wall, just keep looking at it and walk straight ahead and you'll find it."

He Ao gave a casual explanation and then walked toward the fork in the road on the left.

The pained faces on the wall stared at them angrily, roaring and wailing, but in the end nothing happened.

But the wall kept getting further and further away.

"Big guy, what would happen if we chose the right wing?" Siwei glanced behind her with some curiosity.

“Nothing will happen,” Heo said casually. “As long as you don’t get scared and back off, you can choose either path.”

"What would happen if we retreated and ran away?" Siwei asked curiously.

He looked up at the wall covered with faces of pain, and the building behind it. "I'll go into that building."

Siwei glanced back at the building covered with pained faces, then shrank back.

Soon, a hazy mist appeared behind the two of them, obscuring the building.

At the same time, a huge circular altar appeared in front of the two of them.

He Ao looked at the altar and slowly walked over.

On the altar was an intricate stone tablet, densely engraved with all sorts of mysterious and eerie patterns.

As He Ao approached, the patterns converged and transformed into a number.

0.993
"What does that mean?" Siwei, who had just calmed down, looked at the number with some confusion.

“Morality rate,” He Ao said casually.

"What mortality rate?" Siwei asked, her eyes somewhat blank.

Just then, a gust of wind swept through the clouds, and her body fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a loud crack.

Then, in an instant, it was restored.

He Ao raised his hand, grabbed her by the collar, and put her back on his shoulder. "Alright, stop inflating the death rate."

Siwei looked up blankly and saw that the number on the stone tablet had changed to 0.994.

It was exactly one short, which raised it by one per thousand.

He Ao walked up to the stone tablet and stopped.

"What do we do next?" Siwei asked.

"Get out," He Ao said casually.

"what?"

Siwei stared at the stone tablet flashing with numbers, slightly taken aback.

Then she saw He Ao reach out and grasp the void. A simple doorknob slowly appeared in the void, and then a large red door quickly appeared in the void, following the lines of the doorknob.

"Huh?!" Siwei stared wide-eyed at everything.

The rules for leaving Sky City are simple.

'When you reach the altar and forget your destination, you will be able to open the door to that destination.'

He Ao certainly hadn't forgotten, but he could conjure up some fake memories.

As the red gate in front of him was completely outlined, He Ao turned the handle.
click -

With a crisp sound, he opened the door.

Then he slowly pushed the door open.

A howling, cold wind, carrying a few snowflakes, swept in from outside the door and brushed against his face.

He pushed the door open completely, and a quiet street with snowflakes falling appeared before him.

He led Siwei forward and stepped out of the door.

click -

Behind him, the door he had pushed open closed automatically.

He turned around and looked behind him; there was another large red door, illuminated by neon lights, with the words "..." written on it.

Public toilets
He smiled and shook his head, turning his gaze back to the street.

drip-

The piercing sound of car horns, along with the noise of vehicles, swept through the streets. Neon lights illuminated the crowded buses and the thin tents in the snow.

He Ao raised his eyes and looked at the advertisement for Weilens red wine printed on the bus, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"We're back."

The drifting snowflakes brushed against his face.

Siwei, perched on He's shoulders, waved and said earnestly with a hint of coldness, "We're back."

Then she paused slightly, scratched her head, and looked at He Ao, "Have we been here before?"

"According to the original plan, we should be here by now."

He Ao raised his bracelet and glanced at the time on it.

6:30 a.m.

If the flight goes smoothly, he should arrive at the airport at 7 o'clock, half an hour earlier than the flight.

Everything returned to the 'path' he had planned.

He raised his hand and hailed a taxi.

"Big guy, where are we going now?" Siwei asked, watching the driverless taxi slowly approaching.

He Ao simply opened the car door quietly and said slowly, "Future Building."

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Future Building
The bright, magnificent building was illuminated in the snow. He Ao pushed open the taxi door, stepped out, and quietly gazed at the building.

The surrounding factory buildings shone brightly, illuminating the brand-new building in the center.

A huge neon sign for the 'New Future Building' stands atop the building, with the logo of Yin Fu Intelligence below it.

He Ao stood on the ground, raised his head, and looked up at the buildings in front of him.

The old Future Building used to have only 19 floors, but after the renovation by Yin Fu Intelligent, it was expanded to 29 floors, making the building stand tall among the surrounding steel buildings.

The main entrance at the bottom of the building was lit up, and you could vaguely see the receptionist dozing off behind the door.

This building appears to be open for check-in 24 hours a day.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked towards the door.

The main entrance of the building was empty, with no obstructions, except for a small flower bed ten meters in front, with a sculpture of a musical note.

That used to be the place where the monument was placed. About six years ago, Yin Fu Intelligence moved the monument from the front gate to the back gate under the pretext of 'repair'.

He Ao raised his bracelet, searched it, and then left the area near the main entrance.

Siwei sat on his shoulders, saying nothing, just quietly clutching his collar.

Soon, He Ao returned to the vicinity of the building with two bouquets of flowers and went around to the back of the building.

A gray stone tablet, about five meters high, appeared in front of him.

The area in front of the stone tablet was empty except for a bunch of flowers that had not yet been cleaned and had already withered.

He Ao slowly approached the stone tablet, looking at the dense patterns on it. These were the patterns left when pieces of ruins were glued together.

The inscription on the stone, written in dark lettering, reads 'Memorial to the Victims of the Future Building'.

He gazed quietly at the monument, while Siwei, who was sitting on his shoulders, slid down his clothes and then slid to the ground while hugging his legs.

He Ao reached out and handed her one of the two bouquets of flowers.

Siwei, holding the bouquet of flowers, slowly walked to the stone tablet and carefully placed the flowers next to the withered ones.

He Ao slowly walked over and placed the flowers in his hand in front of the stone tablet.

The withered flowers still carried a faint fragrance, seemingly emanating from the bouquet itself, yet perhaps not.

He Ao raised his head, stared at the simple words on the stone tablet, and fell silent.

Siwei stood beside him, and both of them lowered their heads.

The drifting snowflakes fell on the dim night sky, and the light of dawn shone at the horizon, flowing into He'ao's body with each breath.

"What are you doing here?" A few minutes later, a surprised exclamation came from not far from the two of them.

He Ao raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came from.

That seemed to be the back door of the Future Building, a small door that opened in the darkness, with a dim light shining in front of it.

A middle-aged man in a faded denim uniform appeared to be preparing to enter through the back door, but was blocked by several gang members guarding the door.

"I knew you weren't being honest. You wanted to get around us by using connections," several gang members surrounded the man. The leader said slowly, "You know you have to pay back the money you borrowed, right?"

"Isn't the repayment period not over yet?" the man said in a panic.

"I'll pay you back whenever I say I will," the gang leader sneered, slamming his baseball bat on the ground. He approached the man step by step. "Besides, I'm just here to remind you not to be late again. You just arrived in Willens, you have nothing. I found you an apartment, gave you money to live on, and even helped you find a job. You don't even thank me, and you don't even pay me back? What kind of logic is that?"

“But your interest rates are too high,” the man said, taking two steps back in alarm. “5% interest a month, I simply can’t afford to pay it back. And my rent is 20% higher than my neighbors’. You didn’t say the rent would be this high. The factory wages are low, and we have to pay for our own work clothes. I’ve worked there for three months and my debt is only increasing.”

"So you quit your job?" the gang leader said coldly.

“I’m looking for a new job,” the man said quickly. “Once I find a new job and my salary goes up, I’ll pay you back. It’ll be quick.”

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The gang leader grabbed the man by the collar and slammed his baseball bat on the ground again. "Didn't we tell you? You're not allowed to quit for six months. If you quit, how are you going to pay us back?"

"No, it's not me, their wages are just too low—" the man quickly cried.

"Ha," the gang member raised his hand and shoved the middle-aged man to the ground with force. "Beat him up, break his leg, let others see the price of disobedience. Every now and then, there are troublemakers like this."

"No, no!" The man hurriedly raised his hand, rubbing his body backward, but was blocked by other gang members.

This time, the gang members didn't say anything, but simply raised their baseball bats.

boom--

The baseball bat swung up, but didn't fall; instead, it was firmly caught by a hand.

The gang leader looked up and saw a strange-looking young man standing in front of him, wearing a tiger skin, carrying a wooden spear, and with a ceramic doll sitting on his shoulder. "Heh, where did this role-playing guy come from? Get out of the way."

He raised his hand, ready to pull out the baseball bat that was being held, but the bat seemed to be stuck in a cliff face, not moving an inch.

He Ao raised his hand, pulled out a baseball bat, and swung it backhand, hitting the gang member on the shin.

click -

"what--"

With a soft thud and the gang members' screams, the night fell silent.

boom--

He threw the baseball bat on the ground, looked at the gang members, and casually said, "Get lost."

"You fucking bastard, hit him!" the gang leader roared.

But the other gang members hesitated for a moment when they saw He Ao's tall stature, and then turned and ran.

"You just wait—" The gang leader saw this scene, turned around to look at He Ao, and met He Ao's calm gaze. His voice stopped abruptly, and he limped into the depths of the night.

He Ao turned around, looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and reached out his hand.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out and grasped He Ao's hand, and was pulled up by He Ao.

“Thank you,” he said, trembling. “You should leave now; those people are very vengeful.”

"It's nothing, I was just passing by," He Ao said, looking at the man and asking slowly, "Uncle, do you live here?"

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