LRAB Chapter 60 Pigments
Chapter 60 Pigments
"How did you know you hadn't left?" Sun Rui asked.
"I came in from outside."
"You came in? Then how did you get out?"
Now, the only way for him to get out is to find that bullet.
"I... my supernatural powers are rather special. I can see some traces, such as how I got here, and I can get out by following the traces," Ron said.
"So you know that exit?" Sun Rui asked.
"I know you can't kill me. If you kill me, we won't be able to get out."
Listening to Ron's tone, Sun Rui shook his head. If he really knew, he would have said it from the beginning. Why would he wait until now to threaten him?
Although the objective fact is that Ron did indeed leave, Sun Rui couldn't believe that this bastard's words and that he still had a backup plan.
Seeing that he didn't make any move, Ron thought he was going to survive.
The next moment, Sun Rui dragged Ron's body and walked out expressionlessly.
No matter how much Ron struggled, he couldn't change the fact that he was going to die.
Soon, amidst Ron's wails, his body turned into a pool of black and red paint.
"Do different people use different paints?" Sun Rui stroked his chin.
Unlike the previous driver, this one had some black paint on it, leading Sun Rui to suspect that the black paint was for drawing supernatural things.
"It's still early today, let's look for the location of that door again."
Sun Rui got into a taxi and drove around the huge city. The city was very empty and there were hardly any people. Sun Rui didn't know what the conditions were for creating clones here, but it was definitely related to the gray brick apartments.
After all, this is the area around the apartment where there are the most people, including that ghost tamer named Ron, who should have been to the Gray Brick Apartment before his death, as should Huang Mengjie.
Sun Rui drove until the car ran out of gas without discovering his golden bullet.
"Finding a bullet in a city is like finding a needle in a haystack; maybe I'm just looking in the wrong direction."
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Sun Rui returned to the gray brick apartment.
Marcus wasn't on the first floor, but several unfamiliar faces appeared; they were probably former tenants of the apartment, now depicted in the painting.
These people were all peering out of their room doors, without taking a single step out; their area was likely inside their rooms.
Sun Rui was now pondering a question: What was Marcus's territory? If it was inside the apartment, then why hadn't he attacked him?
"Marcus's area is very likely not the entire apartment," Sun Rui thought.
He ignored the stares directed at him and went straight upstairs.
Lying in bed, Sun Rui felt very uncomfortable. Everything here was made up of supernatural phenomena, and he was worried that his exposure to too much of it might cause problems later.
But he had no choice. His body was still that of an ordinary person, and even though the surroundings were made up of ghostly haze, he should rest.
He wasn't asleep; he was just resting with his eyes closed, and the whole room was quiet.
The sky outside gradually darkened.
Sun Rui had been in the same position for a long time, and soon he opened his eyes because he heard noises outside the apartment.
Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~
It looked like something was dripping.
It sounded like rain, but not with such dense raindrops. The intervals between the sounds were neither fast nor slow, like an oil painting that hadn't completely dried, with excess paint slowly dripping onto the ground.
Sun Rui was by the window; it was pitch black outside, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
He extended his index finger, and a faint flame ignited on the tip of his finger.
"At night, they can even use the flames of the burning ghosts; the power of the supernatural suppression is weakening..."
He sensed it again and found that the area covered by the ghostly haze was about the size of a room, roughly thirty or forty square meters.
The flame on his finger illuminated a small area outside.
He found the source of the sound.
"It's black pigment! It came from the sky."
Drops of black paint fell, seemingly endlessly.
The air was filled with the smell of paint, and if you smelled closely, you could also detect a stench of corpses.
Sun Rui covered his palm with black mud and reached out to catch a little black paint.
The palm of his hand steadily caught a few drops of paint.
The black pigment and black soil did not blend together; instead, they remained distinctly separate, showing no signs of mixing.
"What's the use of this stuff..." Sun Rui looked at the black paint in his hand; this thing did indeed have an eerie aura.
He then thought for a moment and placed the paint on the ground.
The moment it touched the ground, the paint vanished, as if it had never been there at all.
"What's going on?" Sun Rui was a little confused. He had originally planned to use this thing to draw something and see what the effect would be, but he didn't expect that the thing would disappear as soon as it touched the ground.
"Isn't the floor a little cleaner now?" He looked at the floor, as if he understood something.
He soon brought in some more paint.
This time, he smashed a dent in the ground with his pistol.
He poured the paint in again, and this time Sun Rui felt a noticeable change.
The ground, which had been dented by the impact, quickly recovered after coming into contact with the paint, until the paint was exhausted.
"These pigments are used to maintain this city? I wonder if they'll be effective against outsiders," Sun Rui murmured.
He used the ghostly haze to make a broken stool, then added some black paint.
The moment the black pigment came into contact with the stool, a dramatic change occurred. The black pigment melted the stool, emitting puffs of black smoke, and was consumed as it melted.
Sun Rui broke out in a cold sweat instantly. If it weren't for the Ghost Post Office's mission, he might already be dead if he were out outside in the middle of the night.
His body was made from ghostly smog; if he came into contact with this pigment, he'd be doomed.
Moreover, when he killed Ron earlier today, he was fortunate to be isolated by the Ghost Domain; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have fared so well.
He then tried something else. He tore up the US dollars he had brought in from outside, poured paint on them, and the dollar pieces melted, but the black paint remained unchanged.
It seems that not containing supernatural power actually prevents the consumption of paint.
"Let's get some more. If we can take them out, these things might be good for fighting the enemy." Sun Rui immediately thought of a use for them. And this was just a simple trial. He didn't know if there were any more important uses.
Sun Rui took out a gold box, which was originally used to store love locks, but now he used it to store black paint.
He took a long time to finally manage to take most of the box.
Since supernatural forces couldn't affect the gold, Sun Rui closed the box and put it back in another body bag. Even if there was a leak, there wasn't much to worry about.
Sun Rui didn't rest anymore, but sat on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for something.
Soon, a faint clicking sound came from the door.
The door to room 404 was opened.
A figure slowly walked in without making a sound.
In his eyes, Sun Rui was already asleep, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, completely unaware of his presence.
The figure held a black machete high above its head and slashed at Sun Rui's neck.