Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

Du Lai gripped the rusty railing on the rooftop.

He hooked up the corner of his mouth, sneering at the man, his smile carrying a hint of wickedness.

"If you're looking for the jigsaw puzzles, you've really got the wrong person."

The man's eyes didn't waver, as cold as a block of ice. He continued to reel in the iron chain, saying, "You have what I want."

"Sigh, why don't you believe me?" Du Lai freed one of his hands from the railing and took something out of his pocket.

A vibrant green leaf.

The color was so vivid, it was particularly eye-catching in the dim night.

The man paused, his gaze fixed on the leaf in Du Lai's hand, seemingly guessing what kind of prop it was.

Du Lai tilted the corner of his mouth, still smiling. "As the saying goes, a long night is fraught with dreams. Do you think I would keep those jigsaw puzzles on me after stealing them? … Of course not. I've already sold them to someone else. If you want those puzzles… heh, go find Bai Youwei!"

The man slowly frowned. "…Bai Youwei?"

Du Lai put the leaf on his head, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile, "Goodbye, Mr. Magic Hands."

Boom!

A large cloud of smoke billowed out, instantly filling the surrounding area of ​​dozens of square meters!

When the smoke cleared, Du Lai had disappeared without a trace.

And at the end of the iron chain, only a withered leaf remained.

The man frowned, looked around, and found nothing suspicious.

He stood there for a while, then slowly retracted the iron chain into his palm.

—It was as if there was an endless space in his hand. The iron chain, so long, was completely retracted, leaving no trace.

Du Lai watched this scene from the shadows, holding his breath, afraid to make a sound.

He had long heard that three strange men had recently come to the base, and their characteristic was that they all wore white gloves.

Someone heard them mention something about magic hands when they spoke, so they got this nickname. As for the real function of the white gloves, no one knew.

But now, Du Lai had seen it.

Those gloves seemed to be able to conjure things at will.

…Game props have limitations. Magic Hands shouldn't be able to truly "do whatever he wants." It's just that the limitations, based on the few minutes Du Lai had contact with him, couldn't be determined.

The man had already walked away, leaving at the end of the street corner.

Du Lai slowly exhaled, his tense nerves relaxing.

The prop "Tanuki's Camphor Leaf" can only teleport a person to a place within 50 meters. It is a kind of smokescreen and cannot really allow him to escape.

Fortunately, the man didn't search carefully just now.

Du Lai closed his eyes, preparing to get up and leave, when he suddenly smelled a gasoline smell.

He was slightly stunned, and his relaxed nerves tensed again! He cautiously stuck to the window, and through the dim and incomplete glass, he saw that the man had returned, carrying two buckets of gasoline from somewhere! At this moment, he was walking along the road, pouring gasoline along the way!

The old building where Du Lai was hiding was already on fire!

He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, then quickly rushed to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and soaked himself completely! Then he returned to the window and saw that the man had set fire to two more buildings!

The flames were burning fiercely, and the other party wanted to block all his escape routes!

"Damn!" Du Lai cursed inwardly, "He's really ruthless!"

The fire had already spread to the second floor. If Du Lai's adaptability was a little worse, he would probably be trapped on the sixth floor and turned into a roast turkey.

He wrapped his wet clothes around himself, covered his mouth and nose, ran to the third floor, and jumped down in the billowing smoke—

The smoke blurred his vision.

His abdomen hit the crossbar of the air conditioner, and a bloody cut was made.

Du Lai didn't dare to delay. As soon as his feet landed, he rolled on the spot, then covered his wound and fled in the opposite direction from the man!

He only hated his bad luck in his heart. He didn't get the jigsaw puzzles back, and he also encountered such a psychopath.

Fortunately, he was about to leave Shanghai, so let the psychopath harm others!

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