"Can you please ask Grandma to help us draw a door?"

Han Dong wanted to save some distance.

"Where are you going?"

"Lock the building."

As long as it doesn't involve a lighthouse or some S-class weird places, Grandma can easily draw a directly connected door, similar to a wormhole...... This is the power of origin.

Crunch!

When Han Dong and Abel open the door, they arrive directly at the building made up of various keys.

The "keysmith's" dwelling.

In the collection of strange tales bought from Mr. Aha, this keysmith is listed as the person on the side of "Horror Weird Tales".

It belongs to a special kind of A-class weirdness, and the [lock building] where it is located has strong self-protection measures.

Even if a powerful guy gets in trouble and the defenses of locking the building are ineffective, the keysmith will be able to reach different areas through the door.

According to the 'rules' of the last time, Han Dong quickly found the keysmith's main room.

A gnome with a large circle of keys around his neck, and a gnome with a key ring on his hands and feet is sitting on a chair.

When he stared at Han Dong's arrival, he actually showed a fierce face.

The two shells are made of keys, and the inner "key man" with a power core and gears is guarding the two sides.

"You shouldn't come here...... Now the streets are full of wanted people! I'm not a lighthouseman, but I'm not entirely a Horror Story, and I'm neutral. ”

A wanted warrant was thrown directly in Han Dong's face by the dwarf.

"Oh...... Kill me and my companions to gain permanent status as a Senior Administrator, effective immediately. Do you think so highly of us? ”

The dwarf craftsman urged, "Hurry away, if you stay with me too long, even I will get into trouble." ”

Han Dong had no intention of leaving, and continued: "I came here this time to ask you to build a special key...... We'll pick it up in about 24 hours. ”

After speaking, Han Dong showed the Rolex on his wrist.

At the same time, he added: "If we can dispose of the lighthouse, we are willing to give you more private land in the future, which can allow you to open a larger key factory." ”

"At the moment the lighthouse is erected, it cannot be overthrown...... Come here on time in twenty-four hours! I won't be meeting you five minutes early or five minutes late. ”

"Thank you, Keysmith."

"Wait...... Keysmith suddenly called out to the two of them, "the lights of the whole paradise have been rolled out, and even if you come to me directly from the power of origin, there is a possibility that you will be discovered...... Destroy my two guards and give me a knife. ”

Han Dong didn't move.

Instead, a giant white bear struck behind him.

"Power Palm"

With Abel's full palm, he directly crushed the guards who tried to resist.

He then turned into a white wolf and tore open the keysmith's abdomen with his claws, leaving some of the organs faintly visible.

"Wait, that's not enough...... This level can't fool the lighthouse. ”

Han Dong's mind moved.

A crimson ghost condensed in front of the keysmith, and with a slash of evil energy, it severed his arm.

"You leave from the top floor...... In the bone-key fabrication room you've visited, there's a pipe that drains your flesh to the sewer area.

There are tens of thousands of eyes staring at you on the streets right now.

Don't go the main way as much as possible, and with Mr. Aha's connections, go find some 'old things' who don't ask about the world first, and if you can get their help, at least you can live for a while.

Remember, come to me on time for twenty-four hours to pick up your goods......"

"Thank you."

With Han Dong and his party leaving.

The dwarf locksmith stared at his severed arm cut.

Due to the entanglement of evil qi, the wound is difficult to heal, not to mention, and even the gear structure inlaid inside cannot function normally.

"It's so ruthless......"

It was also when the dwarf locksmith picked up his own broken arm and tried to reassemble it.

The lights began to flicker non-stop between the channels that should have been cut off from the main power supply......

Under the lights.

A man with a strong physique, half bangs covering his eyes, and a tight suit quickly took shape...... There is a faint arc flow between the arms.

The flashlight shines on the keysmith in a low-light mode.

Zizizizi!

Even the weakest light causes the keysmith's skin to evaporate quickly, revealing the metal structure beneath the skin.

A doppelganger of [Lamp] arrives and investigates in person.

…………

The other end.

Han Dong and the two arrived at the sewer smoothly.

Because of the Rolex he wore on his wrist, the 'refugees' living in the sewers all bowed their heads in respect of Han Dong as a close friend of Mr. Aha.

However, the refugees are too weak to be of any use.

Moreover, the limitations of the sewer area are significant.

Han Dong had long asked Mr. Aha if he could use the sewers to make his way through the park.

The answer is no.

Only 13% of the park is accessible by sewers...... Most of the area has been destroyed by the Lighthouse forces, and it is not ruled out that some of the refugees are also interspersed with spies.

After only a short distance below, we encountered a dead end and could only go to the surface area.

Syllable!

When the manhole cover is lifted.

There is a 'scrap' recycling station on it.

It is different from the image of a scrap yard full of scrap metal and cardboard.

Most of the piles here are 'living bodies'.

This is an unfettered paradise, and some of the strange stories have a strong expression of desire and are not restricted, resulting in offspring reproducing much faster than humans.

But the lighthouse is also responsible for "population surveillance".

A comprehensive census will be conducted every once in a while, and those newborns who do not have birth certificates will be cleaned up.

Due to the large number of them, some of the 'scrap products' that do not taste good will be sent to the scrap yard by all kinds of strange stories, and they can be exchanged for a sum of money from the boss here.

After accumulating a certain amount of limbs, the scrap collection station will be subjected to a uniform compression cremation process.

…………

"This scene is kind of interesting......"

The mountain of broken limbs is essentially a strange story, and it is not completely dead.

A large number of amputated arms crawl around here.

Some of the dormant heads were staring at the two men crawling out of the sewers, sniffing a rare kind of game.

At the same time, there are a lot of wanted notices floating in the scrap yard.

"They're bounty criminals!! Take their heads and go to Lord Lamp, and we will get a permanent residence permit...... We can go on living. ”

Time.

The scrapyard began to stir up.

The stenching weird heads recall all their limbs and assemble and assemble their bodies...... In a zombie running posture, they attacked Han Dong and the two from all directions.

The moment when the battle is about to be triggered.

Sou~~

In the night, a thin black thread that was hidden flew quickly.

Accurately penetrates the body of each spliced zombie, and skewers all the dozens of zombies around Han Dong and the two in a 'skewering' way, and sends them to the fire not far away for roasting.

A very powerful aura came slowly from one side.

So much so that the limbs in the garbage heap no longer dare to have any independent thoughts, and all hide in the deepest depths.

In the dark.

It was the big boss of the scrap yard who slowly came out.

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