I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

"Did we go the wrong way? These are the three dilapidated houses marked with red dots on the map? What's so special about them?"

The driver nodded affirmatively. "This is the red dot marked on the map. No houses are allowed here."

"And although they are three dilapidated rooms, it's quite strange."

Reed surveyed the dilapidated houses; the three houses were all built with different materials.

The most dilapidated houses were those made of straw, followed by those made of wood and brick...

Houses made of three different materials—thatched roofs, wood, and brick—look almost identical, except for the materials themselves.

Red took a few steps closer and smelled the stench of rotting flesh. Without a word, he kicked open the door in front of him, a door woven from straw and wooden strips.

The door was kicked open, and the stench of rotting flesh made the coachman wrinkle his nose and cover his nose.

The space inside was very small; the first thing Red noticed was a pig's head hanging on the wall.

The pig's head was rotten and infested with maggots; the eye sockets were filled with the tiny wriggling sounds of maggots.

Reed frowned slightly, picked up a stick from the ground, and pried the pig's head off.

The pig's head fell off but nothing happened...

Reed turned and left. The coachman outside saw him and asked, "What's going on? I smell something really bad..."

Reed: "There's a dead pig's head hanging on the wall."

Reed went to the wooden house again and kicked open the door!

A pig's head hung on the wooden wall; apart from being slightly different in appearance, it wasn't anything special.

Next came the last brick house, where Red used a thin blade to cleave the door open.

As Reed had expected, a pig's head still hung on the wall inside. The mysterious man was nowhere to be found, nor were there any clues about him.

Rhett travels by carriage to the next red dot…

"Does the driver have any clues?"

Reed: "You want to know?"

The coachman said, "Driving horses is boring. Why don't you tell me the clues? Maybe my genius can help you solve the mystery!"

Reed: "You don't have some ulterior motive, do you...?"

The coachman replied, "You really overestimate me! My magic power is only in the tens of digits. How could someone as weak as me possibly have bad intentions?"

Red said, "There was a pig's head hanging in each of the three houses, and that was it."

The driver's words were as good as saying nothing; I already knew it…

"We've arrived at our destination. This is... a farm warehouse?"

Reed stepped out of the carriage and approached the farm warehouse in front of him; it was the only thing standing there, stark and unassuming.

There were no houses, no animals, not even fences around, only this building that shouldn't be there.

Reed opened the door and went inside. The place was very empty; the so-called warehouse contained almost nothing.

On the table in the very center lay the carcasses of four animals, and scattered on the ground were various musical instruments.

Reed pointed to the animal carcasses. "A dog...a cat and a chicken, and this...a horse?"

Red mistook a donkey for a horse, recalling the fairytale mistake he'd made [the magic cloak]—the donkey with a human face.

Red suddenly realized it was a donkey, but looking at this strange scene and the fairy tale error that had come to mind...

"Is this another fairy tale? But all the animals seem to be dead... Where's the book?"

Thinking of this, Red searched the book again but couldn't find it. Red concluded that the four animals might be the main characters in the fairy tale.

Since the main character is dead, the fairy tale book will definitely appear; if there's no fairy tale book around, it's very likely someone took it.

Reed picked up the brightly feathered chicken and left, tossing it towards the coachman.

The driver stared blankly at the chicken in his arms, wondering what spices he should buy to make chicken soup that night.

Reed: "Do you know how this chicken died?"

Upon hearing this, the driver's appetite vanished instantly. How did it die? This chicken is unclean!

The driver's lips twitched. If even this big shot couldn't figure out how he died, how could he possibly know...?

But the driver still examined the chicken's body thoroughly, then raised his left eyebrow and said, "I think I know how it died, but I'm not sure..."

Reid raised an eyebrow. The chicken showed no signs of injury, not even a scratch. How could the driver know how it died? "Tell me quickly."

The driver pried open the chicken's beak with one hand and patted its neck with the other. "It died from squawking. It only looks a little swollen on the outside, but its throat, where it made the sound, was already sore."

Both the coachman and Reed felt a sense of unease; a chicken was squawking to death.

The rooster's behavior is somewhat understandable; it crows very loudly in the morning.

But if the dogs, cats, and donkeys in the farm's barn also died in the same way, that doesn't make sense.

The driver's eyes, hidden beneath his straw hat, widened in fear, and he tossed the chicken he was holding aside.

"I'm getting goosebumps! Let's find another place quickly."

"I'm afraid if I stay here too long, I'll attract bad things...!"

Reed nodded in agreement; after all, the inspection here was almost complete, and it was time to move on to another place.

However, after checking both locations, no information about the mysterious person was found, or perhaps there was no mysterious person at all.

The three houses in front and the farm warehouse we are encountering now are likely products of fairy tales. Shouldn't errors in fairy tales be attributed to God?

Looking at the coachman in front of him, Rhett wanted to strike up a conversation and tell him about the errors in the fairy tale and about the god of fairy tales.

But Reed stopped himself just as he was about to speak. The other person was just an ordinary person; telling him these things might cause him trouble.

Reed thought about it and decided against it, as this was a matter that was extremely sensitive to the world...

The coachman asked, "Buddy, if we really run into that mysterious guy who did all this construction, can you beat him?"

Reed: "Huh?"

The coachman said, "To put it bluntly, if you can't beat me, I might abandon you and run away."

"So I'm asking you if you can beat them? If you think you can't, then we'll go back to town."

"If you say you can beat them but won't mention them during the fight, then I'm just going to abandon you and run away."

Reed waved his hand. "I can beat you. As long as I'm alive, you don't need to run."

The coachman said, "Hey! If a fight really breaks out, you'd better stay far away!"

"We've arrived at our destination, this is..."

"Is this a man-made cave? Ah!"

Before me was a cave made of piled-up stones; the cave was very dark.

From the outside, it looks like a long, narrow cave, but it's actually not very long...

It's more likely that due to construction time and material issues, it was a simple finished product.

Reed, holding Bo Ming's hand, stepped into the artificial cave. The cave was pitch black; there wasn't even a crack in the rocks that let in light.

[With piercing eyes] Reed gripped his sword with both hands, standing before him, the yellow eyes on the blade emitting yellow light.

The yellow dots flew into the air, but no enemies were detected; they all fell and hit the ground.

The appearing points of light could be used for illumination; the light just now allowed Reed to see a lying corpse.

Reed walked towards the corpse, kicking it with his toe, then reached out and dragged the body out of the cave.

It was too dark inside to see anything, so we had to drag it out.

The coachman looked curiously at the object Red was holding, and Red put the body down.

The coachman looked at it curiously for a few moments, then his lips twitched as he asked, "What the hell is this thing?"

The upper body is that of a lion, and the two hands are the forepaws of a lion.

The face was that of a lion, but the lower body had the legs and waist of a human woman.

The lion and the woman were crudely sewn together, and the expensive princess dress made them look completely out of place.

The corpse brought a familiar name to Reid's mind (Beauty and the Beast...?).