Bang! Shakalaka!
As Wei Wei stepped into the elevator, faint yet energetic music echoed in his ears, forcibly buzzing like a fly against his eardrum.
Judging by the volume, it seemed nearby.
He slightly turned his head, scanning the worn buttons from the first to the ninth floor, and smirked before selecting the third floor.
The elevator doors slowly closed, and a slight dizziness hit him as the red numbers began to change.
From one to two, then to three.
The moment the elevator doors opened, the faint music abruptly vanished, revealing an expanse of empty darkness outside.
A subtle chill breezed in, as if someone were blowing a ghostly cold breath on his nape.
Using the faint light spilling from the elevator, he noticed that outside was an unfinished, bare space devoid of any decor, empty except for rough cement pillars and dust-covered floors. A tattered plastic bag rolled gently by, resembling a weightless human head.
He had gone to the wrong floor.
Wei Wei pressed the close button again, returning to the first floor.
Exiting the elevator, he walked slowly outside to reassess the building.
It was a lonely-looking unfinished structure located on the outskirts of the city. Ten stories tall, it appeared dark and hollow, with no glass installed. The black openings looked like greedy mouths.
From the outside, there was no trace of human presence within the building.
It seemed almost like there was no electricity here.
But in fact, there was electricity and an elevator, so there must be some issues.
Wei Wei frowned tightly, returning to the elevator, deciding to take a more direct approach.
He pressed all the buttons from one to nine, then pulled out a handgun, pointing it at the elevator's control panel.
His eyes reddened slightly, as if veins were pulsing, and he whispered threateningly:
“Go up.”
The elevator trembled slightly, as if shivering from fear, then began to rise rapidly.
When he reached the third floor again, an unusual sensation of weightlessness struck his mind; the elevator seemed to be plummeting rapidly.
Wei Wei nodded lightly, putting away his gun, and turned to look back at the elevator.
This special sensation of weightlessness could only mean two things.
First, the elevator had malfunctioned.
Second, this layer of space had been folded.
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Bang! Shakalaka!
When the elevator doors opened, intense and shocking music, mixed with the smell of alcohol and dazzling lights, hit him.
Wei Wei squinted slightly, raising his head to take in the chaotic scene before him.
The colorful lights spun like mad, creating beams of varying lengths, as if they wanted to shatter this world into tiny pieces.
Although a bit tacky, the adrenaline-pumping music repeatedly stirred waves crashing against the ceiling.
Fashionably dressed yet overly revealing men and women frantically shook their heads in a crowded dance floor.
From a distance, they resembled a swarm of insects swaying back and forth.
Wei Wei looked at this chaotic world, a flash of disgust crossing his face.
He glanced back at the elevator, warning it to behave.
Then he took a deep breath, suppressing the rising desire within him, and stepped out into this bizarre world while casually rolling up his sleeves, maintaining a calm expression and pace as he walked into the strange environment.
On either side, countless people were indulging in their lives.
Some were wildly gulping down whiskey from large bottles, swallowing it like water. Their faces turned a deep purple, showing signs of severe alcohol poisoning, yet they still reached for another bottle without hesitation.
Someone in a white hospital gown, pale and with purple lips, lay on a moving stretcher, relying on IV fluids to sustain the bare minimum of life, yet still had a nurse shove a plastic tube into their mouth, their emaciated chest heaving as they exhausted their last energy to inhale smoke from a water pipe.
Others were placing bets, a sharp dagger swiftly moving between outstretched fingers.
With a "snap," a mistake occurred, and the sharp blade cut off a significant portion of a finger, leaving only a layer of skin attached.
Excited, he tore off the severed piece and gestured to those nearby.
A crowd cheered, urging him to cut another.
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...
Wei Wei found an empty corner amidst the noise and discovered that drinks were free, so he grabbed a bottle of beer.
People around him shot him disdainful looks.
He knew this group had a unique hierarchy of contempt; the more one wasted their life, the more they were celebrated.
Not wanting to compete with them, he enjoyed his free beer without guilt.
Bang! Shakalaka!
The atmosphere in the bar grew more intense, the music blaring ever louder, monotonously and restlessly looping.
In every corner, men and women became increasingly wild, their multicolored hair swinging back and forth.
As the clock struck one in the morning, thick clouds of dry ice suddenly rose from the stage, reaching a peak of excitement.
Everyone was shouting in the chaotic music, raising their hands as if anticipating something.
Wei Wei sat up straight, his fingers drumming idly on the table.
“Ding—”
To the left of the dance floor, next to a heavy iron door, a red electronic light suddenly flickered, and after a moment, the door gently swung open.
The bar fell eerily silent, even the energetic music seemed to drop a few decibels.
Dozens of frenzied men and women crossed their arms over their chests, and beneath their wild exteriors, a sense of excitement and reverence lingered.
A man dressed in a jacket adorned with rhinestones and sharp studs, with purple eyeshadow and dark red lips, stepped out. Half of his head was shaved, while the other half was long and gelled, pointing to the sky.
His expression was aloof yet proud as he stood in the center of the dance floor, waving high with the rhythm of the music.
The crowd below grew even more excited, jumping and waving their hands as if the floor were shaking with them.
The goth DJ seemed pleased with the atmosphere, waving his hand, and from behind the iron door, two bare-chested, muscular men wearing black masks brought up a large black object, placing it on the dance floor.
Unexpectedly, it was a black statue about a meter tall.
The statue depicted a beautiful and gentle goddess.
Her expression was compassionate, with her gaze lowered, giving off a sense of purity. She wore a loose linen robe, gently gathered at her waist.
Her bare feet stood on a vividly sculpted cloud, as if she were standing in the heavens, mercifully looking down upon the world.
“Love life…”
“Enjoy life…”
“…”
Upon seeing the statue, the crowd became even more agitated, their Adam's apples bobbing wildly.
Yet, they collectively stifled their cries, as the music gradually faded like a receding tide, the bar suddenly falling quiet, with only the colorful lights continuing to spin and cut through the world.
A uniform, low voice rose among the bar's patrons, like a collective murmur.
The goth DJ wore a mysterious smile, legs crossed as he bowed, his right hand resting on his chest.
His movements were graceful, imbued with a sense of mystery.
Below, countless faces revealed expressions of reverence, as they bowed to the goddess statue.
If one disregarded the flashing lights and the still low but softer music, it resembled a church.
The goddess’s brows seemed even gentler.
Even the statue’s mouth appeared to have taken on a hint of a smile.
In the psychedelic lights, a mysterious energy lightly rained down upon the devout followers.
Suddenly, the frantic drinkers looked healthier, their complexions shifting from lifeless to rosy.
The heavy smokers straightened up from their stretchers, energized.
The one who had severed his finger gazed in surprise at the stump, where flesh was twitching, sprouting a new finger.
They were excited, fulfilled, and delirious...
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...
At this miraculous scene, Wei Wei, seated in a corner, grew increasingly indifferent.
He felt no surprise or excitement at witnessing the vitality around him and ignored the ecstatic followers driven by vibrant life energy. In his eyes, they were merely rotting flowers blooming against reason.
Like puppets tied to strings, they believed they were alive, filled with joy.
With a slight sigh, Wei Wei silently took out his tablet to record: “Discovered first type of danger.”
“Nature: Life Demon”
“Level: D-class”
“Detected one high-level demon infected individual, four mid-level infected, low-level infected…”
After a brief pause, scanning the frenzied crowd, he continued to record: “...all of them.”
“Resolution plan…”
Looking at the basic items needing to be filled in the final electronic report, Wei Wei pondered for a moment, then carefully entered:
“...strictly adhere to Foundation execution training regulations, providing friendly persuasion and guidance to kind individuals who have gone astray!”
“…”
Putting away the tablet, he wore a satisfied smile.
Then he pulled out two guns from his holster, carefully inspecting them, and began checking the ammunition.
The yellow objects glowed with an adorable aura.
The red bullets, as thick as a thumb, inspired a strong sense of security.
Wei Wei inspected the bullets with a gentle smile, then reloaded them into the magazine.
Calmly rising, he pushed through the frenzied crowd filled with the scent of alcohol, perfume, and a hint of rotting seafood, checking if there was a back door on this floor, and meticulously locked it with a chain.
Returning to the main hall, he punched the nearby light switch, gripping his gun tightly.
He quite enjoyed persuading others to do good.
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