CHAPTER 1855: CHAPTER 819: IT WAS RIGHT TO LISTEN TO GOD LIN!

Lin Baici saw the short-skirt woman’s hair in disarray, with friction tears on her black stockings.

"Robbed!"

The short-skirt woman sighed, and kindly reminded him, "After 8 o’clock, it’s best not to go out. Apart from Oliver Manor, the other neighborhoods are very dangerous!"

Lin Baici smiled and handed a stack of US Dollars to the short-skirt woman. "Take us to the nearest mailbox!"

"It’s really dangerous!"

The short-skirt woman didn’t want to go, but she couldn’t resist the lure of so much money.

Lin Baici gestured for the short-skirt woman to hurry up.

Six minutes later, Lin Baici saw a one-and-a-half-meter tall red iron mailbox that stood on the night street like a homeless wanderer.

Lin Baici tossed the envelope inside.

With this step complete, the contamination was temporarily lifted.

Upon returning to the hotel, Lin Baici waved goodbye to the short-skirt woman.

"Sir!"

The short-skirt woman summoned her courage to ask, "Do you need any other services?"

"No need!"

Lin Baici didn’t even turn his head, coldly rejecting her.

Upstairs, knock on the door!

Knock, knock!

Hua Yue Yu sprang up from the sofa, immediately rushed to the door, and looked through the peephole.

"It’s Bai Ci!"

Hua Yue Yu opened the door, delighted.

"Was it smooth?"

Mikami Eri inquired with concern.

Lin Baici gave an OK gesture. "Why aren’t you resting?"

"You weren’t back, who can sleep?"

Mikami Eri glanced at Lin Baici.

...

Pan Junjie quietly observed, then calculated the time. Fifteen minutes passed, and the Dongying person who went out did not return.

...

Pushing the time back twenty-some minutes, when Lin Baici finished sending the letter and left, Kamita Daichi stepped out from his hiding place and approached the iron mailbox.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should take out what Lin Baici had put inside to take a look.

It probably wouldn’t trigger the rules contamination, right?

Not taking it out was certainly the safest, but when reporting to Takeuchi Kurano, he would definitely be punished.

Recalling Takeuchi Kurano’s cruel torturing methods, Kamita Daichi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and violently unlocked the mailbox lid, extracting the envelope from within.

He didn’t have time to inspect it carefully, just wanted to rush back to the hotel, but turned around and collided with someone.

"Baka!"

Kamita Daichi cursed, but as he looked up, he instantaneously broke out in a cold sweat.

The man was dressed in a green suit with a slicked-back hairstyle, his face covered in thick white powder, with just the lips painted strikingly red, extending to the ears.

It’s the clown!

He hadn’t noticed when this eerie figure appeared by his side!

At this moment, Kamita Daichi regretted it; he really shouldn’t have taken the letter.

"Why did you take this letter?"

The clown interrogated.

"The address was wrong, needs correction and resending."

Kamita Daichi finished speaking, involuntarily praising his own cleverness.

"Liar!"

The clown was furious.

Seeing this, Kamita Daichi pushed the clown aside and fled, rushing into the hotel courtyard, seeing the doorman, he glanced back.

No sight of the clown, which gave him slight peace of mind.

"Must hurry back!"

Kamita Daichi pushed open the door, entered the lobby, took a few steps, and froze.

Because from the reception desk to the manager, including the several women in the rest area clearly not engaging in proper occupation, all simultaneously turned their gaze towards him.

In the next second, their heads snapped 180 degrees, stretched out a hand and a handful of hair, revealing a white-faced red-lipped clown face.

Instinctively, Kamita Daichi turned back, seeing even the doorman had switched to a clown face, smiling eerily as he shut the hotel door.

"Master..."

Kamita Daichi wanted to shout a warning, but as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, followed by warm blood flowing over his neck.

The receptionist put away the crossbow.

It was her who shot an invisible crossbow arrow, akin to the ones used to play the ’shoot the apple on the head’ game in circuses.

This thing shot into Kamita Daichi’s mouth, piercing through his neck.

Since the crossbow arrow was transparent, Kamita Daichi had no way to defend against it.

The short-skirt women continued playing on their phones, while the receptionists came over, moved the body, cleaned the floor, and soon, it was spotlessly clean, without a trace of a person having just died here.

...

A strange city’s night always gives a sense of alienation.

A quick knock on the door startled Xia Hongyao, who immediately rushed to the door, peering through the peephole.

Two clowns stood at Pan Junjie and their room door, each holding a paper bag, although it’s different from the previous one.

Should be a different product, right?

Xia Hongyao quickly informed the group.

"Good news, bad news!"

"The bad news is, the clown salesman is here again, and there are two of them!"

Since Lin Baici was there, everyone was very calm.

"The good news is, they’re not coming to us!"

Xia Hongyao was very happy.

The two clowns obviously came from this direction, and since they didn’t knock, it means that this time, everyone is exempt from rule pollution and temporarily safe.

...

In the suite, Pan Junjie’s group looked grave.

The clown was here again, and there were two of them.

"Open the door!"

There’s no way to avoid it, and with Lin Baici’s case, buying the goods should keep them safe.

Just now, he had put on a smiling face and asked Gu Qingqiu for some US dollars, and the latter didn’t refuse.

Now he could use them.

The two clowns entered with smiles, took a box out of a paper bag, and began to pitch it.

Pan Junjie’s group changed their expressions because the clowns were selling something different this time; it was a Rubik’s cube.

"This is a type of educational toy, it can enlighten children, and also prevent dementia in the elderly!"

The clown’s sales pitch was terrible, but even if he stammered, Pan Junjie had to buy.

Because reality proved that if you don’t buy, the clowns will come again, and next time, there might be three!

"I’ll buy it!"

Pan Junjie had asked Lin Baici how many sets of reagents he bought, so this time, he chose three sets.

The transaction was completed, and the clowns left.

Bam!

After closing the door, Pan Junjie immediately threw the Rubik’s cube box onto the bed.

No one wanted to touch this thing!

"Once those two clowns are gone, let’s go ask God Lin how to deal with this thing?"

The guy in the hoodie suggested.

No problem, that’s what everyone thought!

Ten minutes later, after selling two Rubik’s cubes to Takeuchi Kurano, the two clowns left together.

Watching this scene through the peephole, Fish Egg Man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Listening to Lin Baici was indeed the right choice!"

Fish Egg Man regretted even more: "If only I had listened to him earlier and not gone to see the stand-up show!"

Fish Egg Man was very self-critical; his wrong judgment led to Zhong Shuman losing an arm.

Zhong Shuman had only one thought now: Could I become Lin Baici’s dog?

Bringing my own leash!

"Let’s go, let’s go and take a look!"

Fish Egg Man wanted to hear Lin Baici’s opinion.

...

"Take the Rubik’s cube and find God Lin!"

Pan Junjie urged, but no one moved.

No one wanted to touch this thing.

"What, you’re even afraid of this?"

Pan Junjie mocked.

"Why don’t you do it?"

The guy in the hoodie mumbled a sentence, not daring to offend Lin Baici, but he dared to speak back to someone like Pan Junjie.

"You..."

Pan Junjie was so angry he nearly spat blood and left directly.

Everyone hurriedly followed.

Once they knocked on Lin Baici’s door, Pan Junjie explained their intention.

"Where’s the Rubik’s cube?"

Xia Hongyao asked, wanting to show off her reasoning ability.

Pan Junjie’s group lowered their heads in silence.

"No way, are you really that scared?"

San Miyairi was speechless: "If we can’t see the thing, how can we give you advice?"

...

In another suite, Takeuchi Kurano stared at the Rubik’s cube on the table, lost in thought.

"Kamita must be in trouble!"

Lin Baici had returned, but Kamita Daichi hadn’t, so it’s basically certain he’s dead.

"Was it that person from Jiuzhou who killed Kamita?"

"Probably not!"

"Killing Kamita wouldn’t benefit him; keeping him could be a scapegoat instead!"

Even though they didn’t like Lin Baici, they still maintained basic rationality.

Kamita Daichi most likely encountered rule pollution.

Everyone looked at Takeuchi Kurano, knowing that this time the two clowns didn’t visit Lin Baici, they hoped Takeuchi Kurano could step up and talk to Lin Baici.

Otherwise, next time, there might be more clowns knocking on the door!