Chapter 36 The Truth

"It's him." After only three seconds of eye contact, Fatty confirmed the doctor's identity and pulled Jiao Tailang over.

Before entering, Jiao Tailang was careful and took a close look at the door. After finding nothing wrong, he followed Fatty inside.

Before Jiang Cheng could speak, Fatty told him everything that had happened, like spilling beans.

Then it was Jiao Tailang's turn.

As the clues were pieced together, the whole story became clear.

Wu was created by Lin Chen.

He represented Lin Chen's helplessness and despair.

"But in the heart of this introverted and timid woman, there is still a lingering expectation for a beautiful love. So, while creating the man in black, Wu, she also left behind that kind and shy Wu on the back of the painting," Jiao Tailang analyzed.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng shook his head, looking at the painting, and said, "No, that kind and shy Wu was Lin Chen's initial creation and her original intention. The man in black, Wu, is a monster that emerged when something went wrong during Lin Chen's creative process."

"It's Li Maoshen and them!" Fatty immediately reacted, "They tore apart the last shred of hope Lin Chen had left."

"They pushed Lin Chen into the abyss." A light flashed in Jiao Tailang's eyes, "The man in black, Wu, was never one person's creation!"

Closing the painting, Jiang Cheng seemed to think of something, exhaling, and said, "No snowflake in an avalanche feels responsible."

"Let's go."

"Wait!" Fatty grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm, asking quickly, "Have you thought about it? If Lin Chen really had a trace of rationality left, why hasn't she appeared from beginning to end?"

This was very important, as it determined whether they would face one enemy, the man in black, Wu, or a Wu, a Lin Chen who might be even more terrifying than Wu, after entering room 808.

After all, she was the one who created Wu.

But even Fatty himself knew that this question was meaningless, because they had to go to room 808 no matter what.

"Give me the painting." Fatty reached out to snatch the painting from Jiang Cheng's hand, "I'll go in first, you guys wait outside."

Jiang Cheng raised his arm and avoided Fatty's hand, "With your brain, going in is no different from delivering a head, don't make trouble."

"Doctor!" Fatty said, "It's precisely because I'm stupid that I have to go in first. If our initial guess is wrong, the two of you together might be able to find another way out. Leaving me behind is useless. If you die, there's no way I can get out of here alive with this brain."

"Doctor, didn't you say before?" Fatty said excitedly, "When doing things, you have to look at the pros and cons. The cost of me trying is the lowest. Even if it's wrong, we still have a chance!"

"But if you go in and something happens, we're all finished!" As if remembering those vivid faces, Fatty's eyes turned red, and he roughly grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm, "Doctor, Chu Jiu and the others can't have died in vain!"

"He's right." Jiao Tailang looked at Jiang Cheng, "You can't go in first. You're stronger than me, and you two must have known each other before entering, so you're more in sync."

"Give me the painting." Jiao Tailang stretched out his hand, saying in an unquestionable tone, "Chu Jiu passed the last baton to me, please let me finish it for her."

"Spare me this act." Jiang Cheng glanced at the two of them with disdain, "Don't think I don't know, you just want to gain favor and steal my limelight!"

Jiang Cheng said, "Putting aside whether you die or not, there's only one of these paintings. If it's wasted, aren't you afraid that Chu Jiu will crawl out from under the bed in the middle of the night to settle accounts with you?"

He snorted twice, while putting the painting in his pocket, and continued, "I'm not like you, I know Lin Chen, she can at least give me some face."

Jiao Tailang frowned. Although the man in front of him seemed unreliable, what he said made sense. There was only one painting.

In other words, there was only one chance.

And if there was only one chance, then this Hao Shuai, whose origins were a mystery, was indeed the best candidate, but the fact that he said he knew Lin Chen...

Noticing Jiao Tailang looking at him with a questioning look, Jiang Cheng said casually, "Lin Chen harassed me at night, probably because I'm good-looking, but I sent her away later, but I believe." Jiang Cheng suddenly became excited, "She has me in her heart!"

"And only I am the man who can defeat the darkness!" Jiang Cheng raised his chin, exclaiming, "Ganbatte!"

This sudden burst of Japanese hot-blooded chuunibyou style really surprised Jiao Tailang. He didn't know how the man in front of him suddenly got fired up.

And what was even stranger was that he himself was also driven by this atmosphere. The feeling of tragically going to his death disappeared in an instant, replaced by a reverence for life and a longing.

They couldn't die here.

Everyone... had to live.

It wasn't the worst-case scenario yet. The painting was still in their hands. They still had a chance.

But what Jiao Tailang didn't know was that Jiang Cheng had his own judgment on the situation. Lin Chen should be on their side.

Earlier, Lin Chen had asked him for help on the phone, asking him to save her.

And in Li Zumei's story, the sound of footsteps that once lingered outside the door late at night was also Lin Chen. She came looking for the painting in his hand.

She knew that only this painting could deal with the man in black, Wu.

Wu's good side should be hidden in room 808.

The abilities of the man in black, Wu, were definitely not something they could contend with. Their only chance of winning was to awaken Wu's good side.

Actually... he should have thought of this earlier.

The way out in this copy was in the kindness in people's hearts.

If they hadn't met Fatty, this honest fool, they would have probably been wiped out in Li Zumei's tale.

And Jiao Tailang, it was originally a certain-death situation, but Weng Qing actually let him go.

Although Jiao Tailang didn't admit it, at least in Weng Qing's bedroom, seeing the wall full of photos, listening to Weng Qing telling her past experiences, at that moment, the kindness in his heart overwhelmed the fear, and he truly felt sorry for this woman.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what he would do if he were in that situation, whether he would become Weng Qing's new collection.

But the next second, his thoughts immediately jumped to that tunnel.

Deep and seemingly endless, he reached for the car door, wanting to abandon Xu Yi's hand, but it strangely stopped.

She was clearly beyond saving, it was clearly her own request, no one forced her, but at that moment, he actually hesitated for once.

The darkness outside the car door was vivid, giving him a feeling even more terrifying than room 808.

He dared not think about what would happen if he opened that car door at that time.

That darkness seemed to hide something even more terrifying than the man in black, Wu, and that thing's target was himself.

It was waiting for him to open the door.