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Chapter 4158 Accident
Chapter 4158 Accident
"It's certainly good news that they're not dead. But even if they were dead, it wouldn't be bad news."
At that moment, a voice came from Angell's side.
Angell turned around and saw Luigi open his eyes, stretching and speaking.
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the screen and found that the live stream room was still not moving. He sighed helplessly, "It was like this four hours ago, and it's still like this four hours later..."
Water clone: "How can death not be bad news? -- This is not me refuting you, it was the divine blood clone who asked me to speak up for you. She also said, 'It's easy for you to talk when you're sitting here.'"
Luigi said irritably, "Tell her a message... The four-man team has been split into three factions, and there's no news from any of them. No one can contact anyone else. In this situation, it's better if they all die together and then a new batch of people goes in."
"By the way, if the Divine Blood Avatar disagrees with me, then you should tell her, 'If you're so capable, then you do it.'"
Shui Shui shrugged noncommittally, not speaking immediately, seemingly acting as a messenger.
Luigi pursed his lips and muttered under his breath: "They're not even here, yet they're still talking. Who's afraid of who?"
Angel looked at the water clone, then at Luigi, and remained silent for a moment: "Why don't you communicate directly with the divine blood clone?"
Luigi is also a being, so can't you share the mind and spirit with the divine bloodline avatar?
Luigi: "What they said on the 'forum,' I don't frequent 'forums.' I also don't want to share my mind with the Divine Blood Avatar; you know, she talks a lot..."
The water clone added casually from the side, "Saying they don't want to is actually just that they dare not."
Luigi glared at him, feigning anger, but didn't refute him.
Angel glanced thoughtfully at Luigi, and just as the veins on the latter's forehead were about to bulge, he quietly changed the subject: "Let's not discuss whether it's better for them to stay or to withdraw now."
"What we should be more concerned about is what to do next?"
Luigi twisted his stiff neck, his knuckles cracking slightly. "What can we do? We can't send them messages, so we can only keep watching. But more than the wine glasses and the others, I'm curious about your experience in the Sand Table Wonderland..."
As he spoke, he leaned forward, his bright eyes fixed on Angel.
Angell said expressionlessly, "If you want to know, find the Water Avatar and share memories."
Luigi held up his index finger and waved it from side to side: "I just logged off and saw it on the 'forum'..."
"Didn't you say you don't frequent 'forums'?" Angell asked quietly.
Luigi's expression froze for a moment, his eyes darting around. After a long while, he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Not participating in forums doesn't mean I can't peek at other people's screens."
He waved his hand as if to dispel the irrelevant topic: "But that's not important. What I mean is, the illusions you shared with the water clones were too real."
"Isn't being honest good enough?" Angell raised an eyebrow, not understanding his meaning.
Luigi explained, “Authenticity is good, of course, but I want your own feelings even more. Think about it, what’s the most important thing in writing a battle epic? It’s being there! You have to write down how you were breathing, how your muscles were tensing, how the energy recoil felt when the elemental shells exploded and it was transmitted to your body… Only by writing down these subjective things can the audience feel your heartbeat and clench their fists along with you.”
After listening to Luigi's monologue, Angel's expression became subtle.
What should I write?
A battle epic?
Angell looked Luigi up and down, his eyes filled with deep suspicion.
Luigi straightened his head and said, "What kind of look is that? I'll just write down the general outline and have Naksu help me refine it, then we'll have it!"
Angell: "In the end, it's still Naksu who writes it for you, so why should I tell you? Just tell Naksu directly."
Luigi scratched his sideburn: "I just want to improve."
Just as Angel was about to make a joke, his water clone suddenly interrupted their conversation: "Wait a minute, there's some noise coming from the wine glass."
Angel and Luigi immediately fell silent, their gazes fixed on the light screen in mid-air.
Because the live stream of the wine glass was conducted from a first-person perspective, the person in the picture could not be seen; the only focus was on the dilapidated, rusty ceiling directly above.
The rusty pipes were tangled like a spider web, and damp moss was embedded in the cracks between the boards. This was the homeless man's cramped base in the sewer.
Judging from the stillness of the image, the wine glass is clearly not yet awake, but there is a blurry black shadow at the edge of the lens, slowly moving towards the center of the image. The shadow casts a distorted arc on the ceiling, carrying a silent sense of oppression.
Luigi lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on the gradually clearing dark figure on the screen, "Is that the little boy?"
He also remembered that during the time the wine glass was unconscious, the child stayed by his side almost every step of the way.
Sometimes he would gently wipe her exposed arms with a damp towel, sometimes he would squat beside her and whisper something to the unconscious wine glass, his voice choked with sobs as if he were holding tears, and occasionally he would put his hands together as if in prayer.
The boy last appeared on screen about four hours ago.
He crouched beside the wine glass, seemingly whispering, and finally, as if making some kind of decision, wiped his face and turned to leave, never to be seen again.
Could it be that he's back?
The thought had barely formed in his mind when Luigi frowned.
He discovered that the person who came was not the little boy, but a disheveled man carrying a fluorite lamp.
"It's that homeless man." Everyone recognized him.
It was this homeless man who fished the wine glass and the little boy out of the sewage, and even offered them his little spot in the sewer to rest.
While watching the live stream, Luigi even thought that although the man was down on his luck, he wasn't a bad person at heart. But now, the homeless man on the screen was slowly approaching, the glow stone lamp shining directly on his face. In those cloudy eyes, an almost naked greed gleamed without any attempt to conceal it, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.
Anyone with eyes can see his ill intentions.
Seeing this, everyone's hearts sank.
Subsequent developments did indeed make things worse.
The homeless man, with a calculating look on his face, took out a tattered blanket and carefully wrapped the wine glass around it. It seemed he was preparing to "take it with him."
Fortunately, the blanket was small, only covering the body of the wine glass, leaving the head sticking out, so the live stream didn't stop...
After wrapping the wine glass in a blanket, the homeless man carried her on his shoulder and walked toward a ladder on the side.
Seeing this scene, Luigi's eyes flashed with anger: "The wine glass must be having an addiction, that's why he's unconscious... That wretched guy, I really want to curse him!"
The water clone and Angel remained silent, observing and carefully recording the surrounding details.
If the wine glass unfortunately "dies" this time, at least next time when we send someone in, we can find the homeless man by looking at the details of the environment.
The live stream is still ongoing.
The homeless man struggled to push open the manhole cover above his head, the rusty iron plate lifting up to reveal the night outside. He first threw the unconscious wine glass to the ground like a sack, then grabbed the edge of the manhole and climbed up.
Outside was a quiet back alley, with distant neon lights casting dappled shadows on the wet ground. There was no one around, and no one noticed what was happening in this secluded corner.
The homeless man dusted himself off, hoisted the wine glass onto his shoulder again, and hurried off into the deeper alley.
Just then, he seemed to hear something behind him, and the homeless man turned around abruptly.
The light from the fluorite lamp in my hand illuminated the alleyway entrance.
But there stood the little boy from before, holding a wine bottle, frozen in place.
The boy clearly saw the unconscious wine glass on the man's shoulder. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but when his gaze met the homeless man's eyes, which were flashing with greed and ferocity, all his movements froze and his body trembled slightly.
The homeless man frowned, silently mouthed something, and waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to get lost.
The boy didn't move, but he gripped the bottle even tighter.
The homeless man, too lazy to pay any more attention, turned around and was about to leave.
Suddenly, as if ignited by something, the boy rushed forward, arms outstretched, trying to stop the homeless man from taking the wine glass.
Seeing this, the homeless man impatiently kicked him against the wall, where he fell heavily.
The glass bottle slipped from his hands and shattered on the ground, its liquid spreading and gleaming faintly. The boy slid down the wall to the floor, his eyes closed, and remained motionless.
The homeless man seemed to mutter a few curses under his breath, then walked into the alley without looking back.
"Pause," Luigi called for a halt.
In the paused scene, Luigi, suppressing his anger, zooms in on the image, focusing on the little boy's face.
When he saw the little boy's tightly closed eyes still trembling, he calmed the tightness in his chest a little.
It's a miracle you didn't die.
Then, Luigi's gaze fell on the broken wine bottle on the ground and the liquid flowing out of it.
Seeing this, Luigi understood why the little boy had suddenly left four hours earlier; he must have gone to find the wine. Clearly, he remembered what the girl had said before she passed out, asking him to pour her some wine.
However, the wine was found, but before the wine glass could be used, it was kidnapped by a homeless man.
At this moment, not only Luigi, but even Angel and his usually calm and indifferent water clone felt an urge to rush into the light screen and beat people up as they looked at the spilled wine on the ground.
"Don't worry, he should be fine," the water clone suddenly said, while replaying the paused footage.
Because the wine glass was carried on the homeless man's shoulder with his face facing the alley entrance, the live stream was also directed at the alley entrance, where the little boy fell.
Therefore, it can be clearly seen that the boy had managed to get up, but he was clutching his stomach, indicating that he was injured.
Just then, a white figure appeared at the alley entrance.
It was a woman in a white coat. She rushed to the boy's side, her face showing obvious panic. She squatted down and gestured to the boy, her lips moving as if she was urgently asking what was going on.
Judging from the familiarity of their interaction, the woman clearly knew the little boy.
Judging from her expression, she was probably worried about the little boy who had taken the wine, so she secretly followed him...
“It seems someone has come to pick him up.” Angell watched the woman carefully helping the boy to his feet in the video, his tense expression easing slightly: “At least he’s safe now.”
However, even though the little boy seemed to be safe for the time being, Luigi's anger towards the homeless man did not subside.
His eyes were fixed on the hunched back on the screen, and he muttered incantations, all of them harmless curses.
Angel suppressed his fluctuating emotions and continued reading.
The wine glass was carried on the homeless man's shoulder all the way through the maze of dark alleys, eventually leading him to a secluded cluster of abandoned buildings.
Seeing this, everyone had a better understanding of the current position of the wine glass.
She should still be in Moranti town.
They had been swept to the new town by the sewer water, but now the homeless man has brought her back to the old town.
However, judging from the scattered lights around, this area should be the border between the old town and the new town.
These border areas are also the places where criminals like to stay.
The blood-red sky was no longer visible in the distant old town, and there were no aftershocks of the battle, so it seemed that the Bloodstained Faction had already left.
A moment later, the homeless man carried a wine glass into a dilapidated detached house.
The house was so dilapidated that most of the roof was missing, leaving dark, gaping rafters exposed to the sky.
He glanced around the room, as if checking if anyone was nearby. After a moment, he walked to a loose wooden plank in the corner, tapped it with his fingers, and then whispered a few words into the plank.
Soon, the wooden plank was pushed open from the inside, revealing a dark entrance underneath.
And a man in black robes near the entrance.
The man in the black robe and the vagrant were talking. Although the camera was on the man in the black robe, his mouth was not visible and his lip movements could not be read because his whole body was covered by the robe.
A short while later, the man in black robes came to the vagrant's side and examined the wine cup on his shoulder.
After scrutinizing him for several minutes, the man in the black robe finally nodded slightly and gestured for the homeless man to proceed...
Two minutes later, the homeless man carried the wine glass into an underground corridor.
This place is less a corridor and more a hollowed-out underground passageway.
The stone walls on both sides were uneven and pitted. Only a few oil lamps hanging overhead provided illumination. In the dim light, one could see that the corridor was crowded with all kinds of merchants and buyers.
Some people simply spread a tattered cloth on the ground, displaying rusty utensils, offerings exuding a dark aura, and even broken mechanical parts; others set up makeshift wooden frames, hanging with furs of unknown origin and bloodstained clothing...
This corridor stretched for dozens of meters, and every inch of the air was filled with an atmosphere that could not be exposed to the light.
It was a filthy underground street!
Soon after, the homeless man placed the wine glass on the bed in a dark room, where a businessman with a magnifying glass carefully examined the details of the glass.
They would occasionally exchange a few words and have the people next to them flip through the booklet.
Because the wine glass was still unconscious, it couldn't hear their conversation, but from that fleeting glimpse, it could be seen that the booklet was full of pictures of all kinds of races.
Clearly, this merchant is judging the ethnicity of the wine glass.
If by this point, people still can't guess the homeless man's purpose, then they are truly foolish.
Clearly, he came to this dark street to sell the wine glass...