Long Live Hades

Chapter 3 Crossing the Promenade

Chu Xuanyuan smacked his lips: "Well, you say yes."

"What do you mean I say yes? Don't you think my reasoning is very powerful? Po has the feeling of a great detective." Wang Xiaoming said dissatisfied.

"Wow, is this the legendary Detective Wang Xiaoming? It's amazing." Chu Xuanyuan shouted with a flat tone and no expression.

Wang Xiaoming was overwhelmed by Chu Xuanyuan's tone, thrusting his waist, and just wanted to yell at him, but at this moment, Zhang Wei spoke up.

"So what are you going to do now? Chasing him out?" Zhang Wei hugged his big belly and curled himself up into a ball as much as possible.

"Yes, let's chase it out together, and then catch that pretender, and then we'll settle it all." Wang Xiaoming clenched his fists, his eyes burning with blazing flames. "Think about it, if we solve the task before the client has given us the task, think about it, how forceful it is to say it."

"But...it's so dark outside, I'm afraid..." Zhang Wei shrank his body and buried his head in the flesh as he said.

"No, you have to go." Wang Xiaoming said firmly. "If you go, I promise to buy you a plastic figurine."

"Really?" Zhang Wei's eyes widened. "Then I want my second wife Tokisaki Kurumi."

"You have so many wives." Wang Xiaoming waved his hand impatiently, and then walked out from the door.

Chu Xuanyuan followed after him, Zhang Wei looked left and right, then gritted his teeth and walked out of the gate.

"Go straight here, turn left at the front intersection, and you will see a staircase leading to the second floor. The vice president's office is on the second floor." Said, Wang Xiaoming tiptoed forward.

"By the way, Xiao Ming, I've always wanted to ask, why did you enter the mental hospital." Zhang Wei looked at Wang Xiaoming, who was so familiar with the mental hospital, and had some doubts in his heart.

Just kidding, in their eyes, Wang Xiaoming is still quite a normal person, although some actions may be a little crazy, but it is far from enough to enter a mental hospital.

After Wang Xiaoming heard this, his body froze, and then the corners of his eyes began to twitch.

"Originally, a few years ago, I was a good student in high school. Although I was far away from the undergraduate degree, I could still get into a junior college if I worked hard. But an old man suddenly appeared in my life, wearing a Taoist robe. , and then said that I am the Son of Destiny, and said that he would give me some peerless secrets."

"He put me in a mental hospital without even bluffing, and then the next day he put on his underwear and ran away with a red sheet, leaving me alone."

"I'm a normal person. It stands to reason that I was in the important stage of college entrance examination at that time, but I didn't expect that I would live in a mental hospital for several years because of my secondary school."

"I wanted to run away all the time. I went to the doctor in the hospital and told me that I was a normal person, but the doctor said that nine out of ten mental patients would say this."

"Originally, I lived here very happily. The people here are very simple. Even after staying for a long time, I feel that this place is like a paradise. The people who live here are all great philosophers, but until... this is it. , go up from here."

Wang Xiaoming's words stopped short, and he fiddled with the gate a few times with the wire in his hand, and then the lock was opened.

Pushing open the door, they walked to the second floor.

"Huh." Wang Xiaoming exhaled deeply, and then said to the other two: "Go straight through the road in front of you, and then turn right to the vice president's office."

"Hey, hey, you haven't finished the story just now, why did it suddenly disappear?" Zhang Wei said very dissatisfied.

"Afterwards, some strange things happened, and I became more and more afraid. Then it happened that the mental hospital caught fire again, and I took the opportunity to escape." Wang Xiaoming said scribbled.

Zhang Wei expressed curiosity about some of the strange things he said, and then wanted to continue asking, but Wang Xiaoming changed the subject.

"The corridor in front is full of patients. Everyone must be careful and walk forward squatting, otherwise it will be easy to cause trouble." Wang Xiaoming warned them seriously.

Although the two didn't know why, they still did what Wang Xiaoming said.

The three squatted forward, and Zhang Wei's thick panting echoed in the corridor.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a howl came.

Zhang Wei was so scared that he almost sat on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Wei hurriedly asked after hearing the horrific cry.

"It's okay, it's ten o'clock." Wang Xiaoming explained to them. "As far as I know, he used to be a student of the bel canto department, a typical bass, but his teacher made it difficult for him and set his graduation assessment song to be an octave higher Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. He couldn't sing well, so he went crazy, and every night at ten o'clock, he would practice singing, and this ten o'clock happened to be the time for him to go to the exam."

"It's so late at night, it's like stepping on a chicken's neck, it's too pervasive." Zhang Wei silently grabbed the corner of Chu Xuanyuan's clothes.

"Don't worry, he only attacks at this time every day, and he is not aggressive." Wang Xiaoming comforted.

Zhang Wei patted his chest, wanting to take a few deep breaths, but he couldn't breathe because he was crouching down, so he stood up.

Just after he stood up, Wang Xiaoming's expression changed drastically. Almost at the same time, the locked door was kicked open, and a fierce-looking bald old man rushed out of it, rushing towards Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei screamed, and the fear in his eyes became thicker instantly, but the thickening was only for a moment, and the fear was then replaced by coldness.

Grabbing the bald man's hand, and then moving his feet, his body exploded with agility that didn't suit a fat man, and he threw the bald man to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall.

"Don't hurt him!" Wang Xiaoming said hastily.

Just as Wang Xiaoming said these words, Zhang Wei's fist as big as a sandbag barely stopped in front of the bald old man's nose.

Zhang Wei backed away, and then the coldness in his eyes turned into panic again: "This man looks so fierce..."

"This is my friend. He has no malicious intentions. He always fantasizes that hell will send messengers to kill him late at night. He will regard all those who stand and pass by his door at night as messengers from hell. That's why I ask you to squat down Because of it." Wang Xiaoming looked worried.

After briefly explaining to the two of them, he hurriedly looked at him.

"Minister of the Ministry of Rites, are you okay?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

The bald old man gradually opened his eyes, and then he was taken aback when he saw Wang Xiaoming, and then he sighed with emotion.

"Long live...you are still here." The bald old man's eyes showed a sense of sadness.

"No wonder, you don't want to leave, so it's because people here regard you as the emperor." Chu Xuanyuan touched his chin, and then a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming ignored Chu Xuanyuan, he looked at the bald old man with puzzled eyes: "I'm so virtuous, how do you know me?"

"Long live, I knew there would be such a day for you, and you really came back... The prophecy is indeed true, you are indeed the chosen one." A sad smile appeared on the face of the bald old man.

"What?" Zhang Wei was a little confused when he heard this inexplicable conversation.

And Wang Xiaoming also looked puzzled.

"Go! Go! Listen to the old minister's words, leave here immediately, and never come back." The bald old man suddenly stood up, then pushed Wang Xiaoming aside, and then returned to the room, shouting loudly. "Okay! You monster, even if the old man loses all his mana today, I will hurt you!"

After the sound fell, there was only silence.

The three of them stood there in a daze, not knowing what happened.