"As for why we're called escapees, it's because only people like us have the right to leave this planet. Mechanized people can't pass through the portal." Seeing Shen Muyu's calm expression, Winske assumed he hadn't gotten to the point, so he spoke again.
"Leave the planet? A portal to another dimension?" Shen Muyu was slightly taken aback, muttering to himself.
"Those guardians, those mechanized beings, think we don't want to save this planet, we just want to get away from here, so they call us escapees."
"Of course, not all guardians are so extreme. Didn't we leave this planet to find other ways to save this land? It's just that the methods are different."
Winsk sighed as he said this. The Guardians looked down on them, but what had they done? The planet was still declining just the same.
"However, the portal to time and space is something that can only be encountered by chance, and only one person can pass through a portal. Very few people have actually left this planet. I have no hope left, but I hope you can."
"However…" Winske seemed to hesitate and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Shen Muyu asked curiously, wondering if there was something he couldn't say.
"Be wary of other escapees, after all, some are just trying to get away, and they're even willing to pay... a huge price for it, including the person who found the portal."
Winsick thought about it for a moment and then spoke up. He was quite fond of the little guy in front of him and didn't want to be harmed by this kind of thing.
"I understand." Shen Muyu saw that Wen Sike's reflection in his glasses showed that he was genuinely worried about her, so she nodded solemnly.
"It's getting late, so I won't bother you any longer." Having learned enough, Shen Muyu stood up to take his leave.
"Yes, have a safe journey," Winske said, standing up as well.
"Thank you." Shen Muyu nodded slightly and turned to leave.
"Remember! Mechanized people cannot leave this world!" Seeing Shen Muyu get into the car, Winsik couldn't help but give him a word of advice.
"I understand! Thank you, Mr. Winsk." Shen Muyu rolled down the car window and waved to Winsk. Such a friendly mission target was a rare sight indeed.
Little A drove away from the house, and when Winsick returned to the house, he found that there were several more bottles of mineral water on the table, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
Shen Muyu, who was in the car, took out his notebook and summarized the key points from the previous conversation.
"Absolutely no mechanization!" Shen Muyu thought to himself, and also put on his invisible raincoat to avoid being suddenly attacked when he got out of the car.
Actually, the raincoat's ability to conceal one's figure has prerequisites; it doesn't automatically make one invisible just by wearing it. Shen Muyu needs to activate it for it to work.
Moreover, it only has half an hour of invisibility time per day, and the rest of the time it is just an "ordinary" raincoat with extremely high physical resistance.
Shen Muyu had tested it before; not only diamond axes, but even bullets couldn't penetrate the raincoat's protection. It could even withstand shockwaves. The wooden block placed under the raincoat during the experiment showed no signs of being hit. It could be said to be even more powerful than a bulletproof vest.
The next target was still in this small town, and it was a shop with a sign that casually read "Infinite Clinic," which seemed to belong to a doctor.
Although the clinic doors were wide open, a faint light barrier prevented Shen Muyu from entering; the barrier would only disappear if he answered the questions correctly.
The three questions were quite obscure, but fortunately Shen Muyu had memorized them, so she was able to open the light screen smoothly.
"May I come in?" Shen Muyu knocked hard on the door and asked. There was no one in the room, so she didn't make any rash moves.
"An escapee?" A disheveled middle-aged man lifted the curtain of a room on one side and came out.
Upon seeing Shen Muyu's appearance, he immediately spoke with disgust.
At this moment, the word "disgust" was clearly written on Shen Muyu's glasses.
"Hehe, may I ask if your name is Wuxian?" Shen Muyu smiled, not knowing what to say, and then remembered the name of the shop outside.
"Hmm, come in with me. What bad luck, an escapee actually answered the question correctly." Wuxian cursed and lifted the curtain to go back into the small house.
Sure enough, when faced with genuine disgust, the saying "you can't hit someone who's smiling" becomes a joke. If it weren't for the rules, he would have definitely kicked Shen Muyu out.
Shen Muyu frowned after seeing Wuxian's reaction. This person... is not easy to deal with.
Shen Muyu followed and lifted the curtain to find that it seemed to be an operating room, where a person was lying on an iron operating table.
"Go, saw off his legs." Wuxian said without even looking up, fiddling with the mechanical leg in his hand.
"Saw? Saw it off?" Shen Muyu opened his mouth slightly in surprise. Although this was a dungeon, the person in front of him was indeed a living person.
"Yes! Saw it off!" he shouted impatiently.
The person lying on the operating table was clearly under anesthesia, and was still sleeping peacefully even after hearing these words.
Shen Muyu pursed her lips and walked to the table to select tools.
Without exception, these tools looked as if they hadn't been cleaned for centuries, with blood seeping into them.
"My god, even if you used this tool on a ghost, it would give them tetanus." Shen Muyu muttered to himself. But it wasn't hard to understand, since they probably didn't have any extra water or cloth to clean this thing. But after using it, people probably wouldn't be able to survive either.
Shen Muyu held the saw and traced lines on the man's leg for a long time, but he still felt at a loss for where to start.
"Stop dawdling! If you do this again, get out of here!" Wuxian had finished fixing the mechanical leg in his hand. Seeing that Shen Muyu hadn't finished sawing, he became impatient, snatched the saw from Shen Muyu's hand, and started chopping.
There was no blood splattering as I had imagined. The blood vessels on the upper side of the leg seemed to be blocked, and not a drop of blood gushed out.
But the screeching sound of sawing bones still sends chills down your spine.