Puzzle Madness

Chapter 87 Sunrise
The tone was flat and without ups and downs, with two vowels uttered monotonously: Doudou had no way of telling whether the other party was just sighing or trying to express something.

Doudou is usually very polite to strangers, even if the other person is a strange naked man who emerged from someone else's mouth in the middle of the night--
".What? Are you mad at me?"

But he felt an inexplicable anger rising from the depths of his heart. The initial sense of surprise and fear was swept away in an instant.

Doudou's facial features gradually began to twist and tighten, squeezing towards the center:

[How could there be such a weird person? Why is he staring at me?]

Doudou didn't care whether the other party was transforming or casting a spell, or whether there was anything else he could feast his eyes on.
A storm blew up on the forty-fifth floor, and the air currents rolled like knife-pointed blades:
Doudou suddenly crossed the several meters between the two of them, raised his hand, and slapped the naked man on the cheek--
The blow landed without any delay.

Paji.

Wherever you touch it, it feels like hitting jelly: that unique, shaky and elastic feeling of soft colloids.

Huhuhu--
The naked man's head did not explode, but instead spun with the impact: it spun into a spiral, round and round, as if the scene in the cartoon where the genie emerged from the lamp was played in reverse.

Bone rolling.
Just as suddenly as it came: the naked man followed the impact of the slap, and instantly retreated into the chief's mouth--
But he did not loosen his hands that were grabbing the section chief's upper face and collarbone; and the section chief was also pulled by him.

The section chief's body seemed to have become a soft canvas, with the muscles, bones, and internal organs all disappearing; only the outermost layer of skin remained: it deformed with the naked man's movements and retracted into his mouth.

flutter.

After the faint sound--
Doudou could no longer see the figure of Section Chief Amandine Dupont.

The body that was created by the mutual devouring of Section Chief Amandine Dupont and the "Witch in the Building" has vanished, as if it had never existed; like a soap bubble that vanishes in the air.

"what?"

Doudou was stunned, and even his anger subsided.

He looked around, stretched out his hand, and waved it back and forth in the empty space in front of him: there was no real feeling of touching any real object.

Doudou even stuck out the tip of his tongue, trying to lick the air—still nothing, no taste at all:

"Auntie? Are you still there?"

There was no answer.

The head of the Special Package Handling Department, her daughter, and the hairless monkey-like guy just disappeared into thin air; only a few debris remained on the ground.

Some pink-gray, jelly-like brain tissue; a few teeth that had fallen to the ground, and half a lip. It was unknown which of them these body parts originally belonged to:
"He's probably not dead. He just ran away...but why do I feel like something's weird?"

Doudou propped his chin with his hand, pondered for a moment, and then solemnly came to a conclusion:
"That naked man is more powerful than David Copperfield. Well, it's hard to say."

This was even more outrageous than the foreign magician I saw on Zhengda Variety Show—the guy who made the Statue of Liberty and other things disappear, and even walked through walls, even the Great Wall. But watching through the TV, Doudou wasn't sure: I heard that live TV footage isn't always real these days, and special effects are used.

The big bald guy who was so ashamed just now actually put on a show in front of Dou Dou. That was really amazing.

"Maybe it's some great magician who likes to streak naked? Is there such a person?"

But after a moment's thought, he reluctantly admitted the more likely fact:

"Well, it's probably some kind of space-transfer madness—that wouldn't be as fun as magic tricks."

If the close-up magic trick can make Doudou unable to see any clues, then Doudou will definitely give him a thumbs up.

"Auntie is really cunning. So her trump card is her escape technique. I can't catch her then. There's no way I can tell where she'll go. Maybe she'll go back to her hometown in Paris."

"Hmm, I hope she stops envying other people's kids all the time; I'll beat her up next time I see her." "Today's a good day, lots of interesting people I've met."

It was a great night: but the most important thing is to balance work and rest, so it's time to go back and rest.

"So—that's it?"

Doudou stopped yawning abruptly.
"Oh? Where are Agent Li and the Doctor?"

He suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten about the two companions who came with him.
There was a loud rumble up ahead, and I fought with the [Witch in the Building] through most of the underground branch; I also fought with the section chief on the 45th floor for 30 minutes. Even a deaf person should know where Doudou is--
Doudou ran for a long time looking for the radio station, but he didn't see the infirmary that Richard mentioned.

Since those two people haven't come here yet, they either ran away for their lives or died in some corner of the branch.

"What a miserable fate! Poor Doctor and old Agent Li—no! They weren't among those corpses with wires growing out of their stomachs. Do they have such a deep understanding of love? Even I have wires coming out of my mouth."
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Thinking of this, Doudou jumped back into the underground branch and wandered around for a while. He ran through almost the entire remaining part of the secret base and finally found a message on a wall in the corridor:

[Dou Dou: The doctor has a stomachache, I'm taking him to see a doctor.]
The message was written with a broom dipped in some kind of light yellow liquid, and the large characters covered the entire wall; it looked dirty.

Doudou sniffed closer, but didn't smell anything strange:

"Eh? They didn't deliberately avoid me and ran away first, did they? Are they that lazy? They were just helping with a summer homework. Aren't they PhDs in mathematics and some ace secret agents? How stingy, you little bastard."

He said this, but he wasn't really angry. After all, not everyone was as strong and helpful as he was, and the homework was so difficult. If you put yourself in his shoes, Doudou wouldn't help others with their math homework either.

Having roughly understood the whereabouts of his two companions, Doudou jumped back onto the vertical hole left by the section chief who had been chasing him all the way, and jumped back to the 45th floor: After all, he had endured the entire night, so he might as well watch the sunrise before leaving.

Doudou had no plans to go to the floors above - he planned to wait until Shouzhu 151 was completely completed before taking the elevator to the top floor.

Don't do all the fun stuff at once; save some for later. It's a long-term process.

Dou Dou scratched his nose, feeling satisfied with his own wisdom in life.

The sharp draughts of air blew in from the sky at the approach of dawn, and no window panes could block it - the war that had taken place before had turned this place into ruins.

Compared with the entire Shouzhu 151 Building, these damages seem insignificant: but Doudou doesn't know how much damage the building structure has suffered.

Maybe the Asia-Europe Post has some superpowered construction worker who could just come over and do a few dances, and fix everything that was broken in today's fight.

Although it is not the rooftop of Shouzhu 151 Building, but when he stands here, nothing in the city can block Doudou's view.

Mong Cai is like a piece of grayish-white moss spread on the ground; in a moment, early-rising citizens will run and walk through it like a colony of ants.

Doudou stared for a long time, but still couldn't find where his home was from this angle.
But the sun had already risen above the edge of the mountains in Mong Cai, and the air was even colder than at the deepest night: this burning fireball, thousands of miles from the earth, its blurred pale circle pierced the sky -
But I was overwhelmed by the endless faces of the fathers and mothers in the dome.

Their red, swollen, yellowed eyes were open, and the bloodshot veins on their conjunctivae were thicker than railroad tracks, interweaving to form a railway map. The edges of their faces were sticky and knotted, as if melted into a single ceiling by strong acid; their mouths opened and closed, and their tongues moved like pink mountains; the screams, roars, and roars never stopped.

But everything was silent, and Doudou had no idea what they were talking about:
If only I could fly, get closer to these faces; maybe I could hear their voices.

Whether it was day or night, they would always look at Doudou from the sky. He thought the sight was quite interesting and he never got tired of it even after three years:
What Doudou had told the mathematician before was indeed the truth: his parents were in heaven.

【Should I learn to lip-read?】

Doudou waved at them and yawned: before he knew it, he had been up all night. Although he didn't feel sleepy after not sleeping all night, he did miss his bed at home.

He suddenly became curious - when other people in a trance, when the section chief or the witch in the building looked up at the sky, what did they see?
"Who cares? It's definitely not as fun as what I saw."

Doudou stretched, jumped down from the hole on the 45th floor, and went home. He needed to rest quickly because his deskmate would be coming home in a few days to help him build a model.
"There's no place like home."

(End of this chapter)