Artifact Report

Chapter 172: Fu Tailan: The key that has actually been counting down?

Chai Si's punch on his back caused Fu Tailan to lose his vision temporarily.

All the breath in his body was squeezed out, and it seemed no surprise that any of his bones and internal organs were broken; with just one blow from Chai Si, his body and the world around him became pitch black.

In the darkness, Fu Tailan had only one thought, which was more vivid and intense than panic.

gun.

To knock him down, to take his gun.

For ordinary people, Chai Si is the entrance to a dead end; however, Fu Tailan must spare no effort and throw himself into the dead end in order to survive.

In a daze, he seemed to hear his father shout "Too Lan!" - that guy was still there, couldn't he judge the situation? - the thought flashed through his mind, and the next second, his shoulder and body hit a reinforced concrete slab.

Is this a human body? The body temperature is so low that it seems like an illusion.

"Hurry up and leave!" Fu Tailan roared, of course, shouting at Fu Han.

He used all his strength and was punched before he finally bumped into Chai Si, but Chai Si only staggered back a step and regained his balance.

Before Fu Tailan could cry out inwardly, Chai Si had already grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt; he treated Fu Tailan like a leech sticking to his body, and with a peel and a shake, he threw Fu Tailan to the side in the air with great force.

The world turned upside down, and the coffee table greeted the blue palace, growing larger and larger in the field of vision——

He hurriedly supported the coffee table with both hands, rolled half a circle, and fell to the ground. He grabbed the coffee table and pushed it hard, and the coffee table hit Chai Si's calf directly.

If it could be knocked over by the coffee table, it wouldn't be Chai Si.

Chai Si jumped onto the coffee table in time, looking down from above, with the dark muzzle of the gun in his hand pointed at Fu Tailan - at this moment, the two were only a few feet apart, and it was too late to dodge or resist.

Fu Tailan simply stopped moving and stared at the muzzle of the gun.

In other words, he was staring at the air in front of the muzzle of the gun - this statement is difficult to understand because air is invisible.

But when the nest dissociation syndrome is very serious, the more you focus on looking at something, the more foggy and unclear it becomes; when Fu Tailan concentrates, a gray-white mist floats in the air - a mist that only he can see.

Behind the fog, there was a vague muzzle of a gun; then, Chai Si pulled the trigger.

With a loud gunshot, the fire illuminated the gray fog, and the fog was bright and dark, hazy and intertwined.

……Now.

Fu Tailan jumped up, swept his arm across the coffee table, grabbed the key engraved with "7704 days" that had not slipped, used it as a blade, and stabbed it hard at Chai Si's calf.

Although his skills are not as good as Chai Si, Fu Tailan's strength and speed are by no means weak.

While Chai Si was surprised and unable to dodge, the tip of the key dug deep into his leg and pulled hard - the cloth and skin were torn together, and blood splattered into the gray and foggy air in front of him, and never fell down again.

Chai Si took a deep breath in pain. Even without looking up at his face, his surprise and shock were almost as unmistakable as the sound of the gunshot.

Unexpectedly, gigantism?

I didn't expect that shooting at my forehead would have the same effect as not shooting at all, right?

The pain finally made Chai Si react. He took a step back from the coffee table and kicked Fu Tailan with his other foot. However, this time, he was mentally prepared and dodged. The wind from the tip of his shoe cutting through the air just brushed past his ear.

"Where's the bullet?" Chai Si couldn't help but say, "Where's the bullet?"

"In your ass."

Fu Tailan had to say this, otherwise she would suffocate to death.

In fact, it is not an easy task to control this body to move at this moment; under the influence of nest dissociation syndrome, the limbs seem to be floating away from the body.

While retorting, Fu Tailan forced himself to gather up the scattered parts of his body. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly discovered from the corner of his eye that "Fu Han Dough" had half-crawled, half-walked to the center of the living room.

He was stunned for a moment and turned his head away.

"Fu Han!"

As expected, Fu Tailan discovered that his father was still standing at the entrance and shouted angrily, "Why don't you leave? What can you do by staying here?"

"But...but..."

"Fuhan Dough" suddenly turned its face towards Chai Si and squeaked.

Huh?
Could his own hallucinations actually give him a warning? Was it because his subconscious sensed that Chai Si had begun to act?
As this thought flashed through Fu Tailan's mind, he quickly turned over and rushed into the center of the living room, escaping from the muzzle of Chai Si's gun behind him, and shouted to Fu Han, "Grab the bag and go!"

This shout finally stopped Chai Si's actions for a moment.

"Don't touch that bag," he said, raising his gun towards Fu Han, still standing on the coffee table. "This is your last chance to leave. Three—"

Chai Si's countdown, even if it only had one number, was more effective than the ten sentences Fu Tailan just said.

Fu Han dragged his injured leg and turned to rush to the door; at the same time, Fu Tailan had already pounced on the firewood on the coffee table and grabbed the gun.

Chai Si didn't even turn his head, as if he had expected it. He twisted his body slightly, raised his elbow into the air, and hit Fu Tailan's face hard - when that happened, Fu Tailan barely finished two things.

The first thing, of course, is to save this face. What a joke! Can anyone grow such a face easily? What will I show to others after it is ruined?
Chai Si was simply jealous. A man's jealousy is truly ugly. The second thing was that while Fu Tailan was dodging, he still stared at his hands.

Amidst the clouds and mist, he could still vaguely see his hands; his hands did not disappear, but were merely immersed in the gray mist, as if they were separated from his body, floating on the distant opposite bank, and the distance between them and him felt far greater than the length of his arm.

In other words, places that were previously out of reach can now be reached.

Of course, it didn't feel like I was trying to grab the gun with my hands, but more like flying a kite and hooking the gun with the kite.

It sounds long, but in fact, it happened in a flash. Even Chai Si probably didn't see clearly how Fu Tailan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the gun barrel - he held the gun handle tightly, and Fu Tailan didn't give in at all. When the two were struggling, the gun went off, and a series of "da da da" sounds were heard, leaving a string of bullet holes on the coffee table, the floor and the TV screen.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Chai Si who was hit.

It would be so convenient if we could surround Chai Si with mist and make him disappear completely into the gap between the nest and the human world like a bullet...

But for those who do not have nest dissociation disorder and no access, the gap seems to be non-existent; no matter how long they are immersed in the fog, they will not be affected at all.

In the end, Chai Si's strength prevailed; even if Fu Tailan used all his strength, the muzzle of the gun still turned towards his face little by little.

Keep your eyes on the gun—

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Chai Si suddenly loosened one hand and hit Fu Tailan's chin with a hook punch.

At that moment, the world became blurred, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of calcium and lime as teeth and skulls turned into powder and flew all over the sky.

He was hit and raised his head involuntarily, and his sight naturally moved away from the gun muzzle.

It seems that Chai Si discovered that when he stares at the muzzle of a gun, the bullet will disappear?

...Am I going to die?
The next moment, a gunshot rang out, and the bullet opened a tunnel in the air, ending at his throat.

However, the emptiness and relief that Fu Tailan imagined when being hit by a bullet did not come.

Only Commander Chai's annoying voice rang out, followed by a deep, "Hmm?"

what happened?

Fu Tailan lowered his head and saw the "Fu Han Dough" sliding down from his collarbone, falling to the ground with a plop, his uneven limbs shaking a few times, then he stood up again and crawled away.

Chai Si ignored it completely, looked around, and said, "The bullet disappeared again?"

and many more.

The hallucinations caused by nest dissociative disorder...are they more than just hallucinations? Are they the same thing as the fog? Are they also "gap"?
No, now is not the time to think and analyze——

Fu Tailan took advantage of Chai Si's distraction and finally snatched the pistol. He quickly took a few steps back, still unable to believe it, and glanced at the pistol a few more times.

Did you really snatch it? Is this a real gun?
"You have a bulletproof illusion?" Chai Si seemed to think he understood and frowned. "Could it be that you don't have any keys on you?"

It was normal for him to have this doubt. With Huangli Roslin, he knew how many artifacts there were in this range - the total number was fixed. If Fu Tailan had an extra bulletproof artifact on his body, then naturally there would be no key.

"Talk to Maggot if you have something to say," Fu Tailan said, smiling and raising his gun towards him.

...Is God a little too partial to Chai Si?
The tiny amount of time needed to pull the trigger actually allowed Chai Si to successfully jump out and avoid the bullet - is this reasonable?
The bullet missed its target but continued to move forward, hitting the entire floor-to-ceiling window. The glass shattered in mid-air into a thunderous silver rain, which poured down straight into the early night outside the window, causing screams from the distant street below.

The sound of wind, car horns, and people shouting suddenly swept into the small apartment—

"Shooting! Someone opened fire in that building!" The people of Blackmore City were very familiar with shootings and recognized the nature of it at a glance: "Call the police!"

Chai Si seemed to have forgotten his fear of bullets. He rushed forward like a cannonball and punched Fu Tailan in the face.

If you get hit by him, everything will be over. It would be better to just bend your legs and fall on your back on the ground - Fu Tailan did just that.

With a "clang", a key fell to the ground with him.

Fu Tailan didn't have time to look, and as he rolled over, Chai Si's fist had already smashed the floor behind him; he jumped up in a panic, pointed the gun at Chai Si, and quickly pulled the trigger.

...No more bullets.

How is that possible? It's clear that the shot wasn't that strong—

Chase turned his head towards him and smiled: "There's no point in counting the bullets. Do you think I brought a fully loaded gun?"

Fu Tailan was so angry that he couldn't even say a word. He threw the gun to the ground and strode away. However, Chai Si ignored him and picked up the keys on the ground instead.

He raised the key, glanced at it, and then looked at Fu Tailan.

Across half of the apartment's living room, the words "7703 days" engraved on the key were faintly gleaming.

　When I was writing the main text these days, I couldn't help but want to fast forward to the moment when the real key appeared——

　　But I don’t have a spoiler-like face.

　　Speaking of which, I am very sensitive to the writing style of online novels. I don't ask for beautiful writing, and I can't stand the style of the Green Platform that makes people feel uncomfortable. I just ask for smooth writing and correct punctuation. Otherwise, no matter how good the plot is, I will find it difficult to read it.

　　I remember that I was not so picky when I was a child. I could read anything, and even misogynistic literature didn’t bother me much. I read it with relish... Now think about it, the heroine is named Loli, and she lives up to her name. My God, I want to buy an electric chair on Alibaba.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)