I write obituaries for the gods

"boom!!!"

"For the great Lord!" The Mentis cultist peered out from between the building's silhouettes, holding an RPG. "For!"

"Pfft!"

A bullet pierced the believer's head, sending him to meet his Lord.

"Zizi..."

"This place is a complete mess," Lin Chen cursed, pulling back. "Let's not get involved, Zhan Yi, just charge!"

"I'm going for it! Waaaaaah!!"

Li Zhanyi suddenly turned the steering wheel again, and the familiar street finally came into view—

This is the street where the entrance to Shuiwa City is located.

Li Zhanyi slammed on the brakes, and the truck came to a steady stop at the alley entrance, serving as cover.

Lin Chen jumped out of the car, then went to the back seat to help Hua Molan help Hua Luori down, and led her towards the alley.

As Lin Chen approached the alley entrance, he saw a hunched figure leaning against the corner of the wall.

That seemed to be an old veteran who had previously guarded the entrance to Shuiwa City.

"Senior, you haven't left yet?" Lin Chen stepped forward. "Senior..."

He noticed that the old man's chest was stained with blood, and a red dahlia bloomed on his shirt.

He is dead, perhaps he died when the riots began.

He died at his post, and never retreated.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, saluted his senior, and then continued to help Hua Luori walk into the alley.

As I walked, it started to rain.

"Crash..."

“Now, turn around,” Lin Chen said.

Everyone turned around and looked at the cityscape at the alley entrance, which was bathed in a faint blue light.

Raindrops fell on Lin Chen's head, and a chilling sensation seeped down from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

He still remembered every single rule in the Waterhole City's regulations:

4. Please ensure you bring a black umbrella when entering Waterhole City. Try to avoid large crowds within the city. If you must approach a crowd, hold your umbrella tightly.

Umbrellas? They didn't have any umbrellas at all.

In this situation, how Water City will treat them is completely unknown.

However, when Jiang Zhengge gave Lin Chen the coordinates of this safe house, he had given him some instructions...

"...Remember the rules of the Waterhole City we saw before? Reverse all the rules, and you'll find this safe house..."

Execute in reverse...

5. If someone tries to sell you a red umbrella in the city of puddles, ignore them. You already have a black umbrella; don't forget that.

Lin Chen was the first to step out of the alley and immediately saw an old man with a blurred face, holding a red umbrella in his hand.

"Umbrella, rain, umbrella, do you want rain, umbrella?"

The old man mechanically reached out and handed the umbrella to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen naturally took the umbrella, and then extended his hand:

"Two more rounds."

The entity was clearly stunned. It thought for a moment, then handed the two red umbrellas to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen took the red umbrella, handed it to Hua Molan and Li Zhanyi, and nodded with a smile towards the entity:

"Thank you."

After saying that, he opened his umbrella and walked towards the distant square, leaving the person staring in disbelief.

......

Chapter Five: Waterlogged City (6000 words)

After opening the red umbrella, Lin Chen felt that his hearing had obviously deteriorated a lot.

The sounds of rain and breathing became distant, as if the texture of the entire world had become unfamiliar.

With this strange feeling, Lin Chen continued forward, heading towards the crowd in the square.

According to the rules of Waterpool City, if an abnormal state is triggered, the investigator should find a place where people are gathered and use a silver knife to stab between the third and fourth ribs on the right side.

Lin Chen understood that this was to escape the pursuit of "it" in Shuiwa City.

If an abnormal state is triggered, rules 8 and 9 of the Waterhole City Rules provide corresponding countermeasures: purchase a red umbrella and enter the crowd to wait for rescue.

Lin Chen estimated that he had now entered this situation.

This situation doesn't sound very auspicious.

9. Try to blend into the crowd while waiting for rescue, but always remember that there are only two eyes in a person. Use your hands to hold an umbrella, walk (not crawl), and refuse any invitations to dance.

"Hey, Lin Chen, you're joining in the dancing too? Do you know how?"

Amidst the shadowy crowd, Lin Chen's less-than-perfect hearing picked up on the question.

He turned his head and saw Bruce standing beside him, smiling at him.

“Yes, I’m here for the ball.” Lin Chen nodded.

"Ah, Zhen, I'm so touched... You've finally come..."

Bruce rubbed his reddened eyes and stared at Lin Chen with his other two eyes, casting a gentle glance at him.

"Come on, I'll take you to the dance hall."

Bruce held the umbrella with his feet, and his three hands danced lightly on the ground, parting the crowd to make way.

Lin Chen followed, and as he walked, he suddenly felt an urge: his field of vision felt so narrow... he wanted a wider view...

My cheeks and the top of my head feel hot, and something is blocking my eyes.

No, my eyes are open, both eyes are open.

Two eyes...

After crossing the plaza, Lin Chen and his group entered the elevator.

The elevator went up, taking them to the first basement level... the second level... the third level...

On the fourth basement level, the elevator doors opened, revealing a vast rooftop terrace.

On the rooftop, "people" sang and danced, their spider-like legs leaping across the dance floor like phantoms.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Bruce turned his head and gentlemanly extended his third leg on his right towards Lin Chen. “Use your foot to grab the umbrella, and use your hand to hold my leg.”

"No, I don't want to dance today," Lin Chen shook his head. "Where's the restroom?"

Lin Chen showed the coordinates to Bruce.

Upon seeing the coordinates, Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief.

“The bathroom is on the right, you go in through the drainpipe,” Bruce pointed to a spot not far away, “but you’re not grown up yet, you can’t go in.”

"How do I get in?" Lin Chen asked.

"grow up."

Bruce pointed to Lin Chen's leg:

"Too little, too little, we need more."

"Why are there so many?" Lin Chen asked.

"Dance."

Dance...

Lin Chen sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was happening.

He felt like he had taken the wrong turn, but he wasn't quite sure what the problem was...

Wait, didn't I come here to find a safe house?

The white light of the "Mirage City" flashed through Lin Chen's mind, and he immediately woke up.

He then suddenly realized that his consciousness had been tampered with—he seemed to be assimilated by the city of Shuipu!

Lin Chen turned his head and found that the three people following behind him had unfocused eyes and seemed to have no idea what he was doing.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, his mind racing.

When his mind started working, Bruce's expression clearly became strange.

“You’re unhappy,” Bruce’s long neck spun 360 degrees, “You can’t be unhappy, this is a dance party! Baby, baby.”

"It seems we're not destined to date, Bruce," Lin Chen murmured.

He closed his eyes, and with the sound of shattering glass, an old object was projected onto his screen—

A newspaper folded into a triangle!

Newspapers from the newsboy!

As the newspaper fell into Lin Chen's palm, the sounds from the dance floor suddenly ceased.

The music and the tap dancing sounds all disappeared.

All eyes were fixed on Lin Chen, densely packed like holes in a lotus root.

"The Spying Ones!!!" Chief Bruce suddenly screamed, "The Invaders!!! The Outsiders!!!"

"Aaaaaaaah!!"

The entire ball was filled with screams, as everyone screamed with their multiple mouths, trying to drive Lin Chen away.

No, it wasn't about driving them away!

They began to rush out of the dance floor, their legs flailing wildly, tripping over those around them every now and then, with newcomers stepping on the fallen to climb up.

As it lay there, it became a mountain made up of countless stacked legs, crashing towards Lin Chen like a black tsunami.

At the same time, dark clouds began to churn, as if something had noticed them and was quietly approaching...

"It seems like things are getting worse?" Lin Chen asked, clutching the newspaper, somewhat bewildered.

He felt his brain was sluggish; he had already exhausted all his energy just to figure out the hidden energy source on the back of the "newsboy."

Fortunately, it seems he made the right bet.

"Ring ring..."

With the sound of a bell, Lin Chen heard the door open behind him.

He turned his head and saw that the elevator door had been replaced by an old-fashioned wooden door, which was open and had a faint woody scent wafting out.

The newsboy was standing behind the door, waving at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen suddenly threw the newspaper, folded into a triangle, outwards. The sea of ​​people surging out of the dance floor immediately changed direction and chased after the triangle.

"Quick! This way!" Lin Chen grabbed Li Zhanyi with one hand and Hua Molan with the other, and the group rushed toward the wooden door.

After entering through the wooden door, the noise immediately dissipated into the distance with a loud "bang" as the door slammed shut.

Lin Chen felt his consciousness gradually returning. He breathed heavily, trying to recall which steps he had made wrong...

Damn it, did I do the steps correctly just now?

I should refuse Bruce's invitation to dance... no, I should refuse the physical invitation from that person.

Just blend into the crowd, use a depth gauge to calculate your coordinates, maintain a stable and rational mind, and head towards the safe house.

Why can't I maintain any rationality?

“Waterlogged City is in turmoil,” Hua Molan said softly. “Its depth is decreasing, and the erosion is several times stronger than before…”

"Why did this happen?" Li Zhanyi rubbed his temples. "Damn it... I feel like I've just turned into an idiot..."

"Because the rain itself is rioting," Lin Chen exhaled, "the pent-up emotions are being pushed downwards, and the city of puddles is being pushed even deeper?"