Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 122 The Down-and-Out Clown

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 The Down-and-Out Clown

Wen Wen, who wouldn’t consider himself superstitious, observed the artifacts over and over again until the museum was about to close, yet he found no clues.

However, there could still be a chance. Wen Wen planned to return at night, when it was inconvenient to use some of his methods due to the daytime crowds.

At night, he would have fewer concerns.

Wen Wen prepared to touch each artifact with the Catastrophe Gloves. If the containment items were here, no matter how well hidden they were, they would definitely react upon contact with the Catastrophe Gloves.

But during the day, he had no chance to touch the artifacts with his hands.

When leaving, Wen Wen glanced back at the artifacts with a reluctant gaze. Failing to find the target, he was deeply frustrated.

This scene caught Liao Jiaxin’s eye and actually changed her impression of Wen Wen.

"Maybe he isn’t such an impolite person but is just too obsessed with these artifacts. He said he’s a great literary giant; it’s normal for writers to have their peculiarities..."

If she met Wen Wen a few more times, perhaps she would manage to win him over.

After leaving the museum, Liao Jiaxin continued to assess Wen Wen’s strengths and weaknesses, preparing to investigate his situation when she got home.

She was in a real hurry to get married. At 35, her mother nagged her daily to find a husband soon, and she was increasingly unable to tolerate the looks from those around her.

It wasn’t that she was desperate, but her options were indeed limited.

"Is that a person?"

Liao Jiaxin stopped her car and looked towards the roadside, where a man covered with a black cloth was curled up, looking rather pitiful.

Normally, she wouldn’t bother with someone who looked like a roadside beggar.

Nevermind compassion; as a single woman, she still had to be cautious.

But this time, as she looked at the figure lying on the ground, her heart felt as if it was struck, and her gaze became dazed.

It was as if the person on the ground was the most important person in her life.

She stepped out of the car in a daze and walked over to the man, reaching out to help him up.

Just before touching him, she sharply pinched her arm, then came back to her senses, her eyes filled with horror.

"You... what are you?"

The man propped himself up with his hand, which was covered in dark green patterns, and something seemed to be squirming underneath his skin.

Then, Liao Jiaxin saw the man’s face, covered with thick white face paint that appeared waterlogged, revealing large patches of his skin underneath.

From the parts that were visible, he seemed to be a rather delicate-looking man.

"What am I... I don’t know, I don’t even know what’s happened to me."

The man struggled to his feet and staggered into a corner.

Liao Jiaxin, who had been initially terrified, again looked dazed and approached, wrapping her arm through the man’s and dragging him towards her car.

"You can’t be like this, it’s dangerous. Stay at my place for a while..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liao Jiaxin covered her mouth; she had lost control again for a moment.

What exactly was happening?

"I advise you to stay away from me. Otherwise, I can’t predict what might happen."

This man was the Bewitching Clown Grandi who had previously escaped. If it were before, Liao Jiaxin, an ordinary human woman touching him, could have ended up tortured to death by him.

But now, he no longer had such desires, and he was even advising Liao Jiaxin to stay away from him.

From the moment he left the sewer, something was off about him.

At first, it was just the appearance of those green patterns on his body, which didn’t affect him directly, and he was still able to make a deal with the vampire Gallier to kill Wen Wen.

But later, even when he exerted all his supernatural power to resist the green patterns, he could hardly hold on, which is why he ended up lying in such a sorry state on the street.

He knew that if he stopped resisting, he would turn into something else—this wasn’t a failed transformation into the Assimilation Realm.

It was some powerful entity transforming him, and once the transformation was complete, he would become a being at the mercy of others, devoid of self-will.

He knew what this powerful entity was.

Great Mother!

The lost maternal host, Ge Du, referred to that entity this way. Ge Du wanted to make Grandi a Devotee of that being. Grandi thought he had successfully escaped, but now it seemed he hadn’t escaped at all.

"But... you!" For some reason, Liao Jiaxin just wanted to help Grandi.

"Stop your ’buts,’ fool, you have no idea what you’re facing!" Grandi rebuked.

Grandi knew that if he continued to struggle, he would certainly die, but to him, that was a release.

However, now the being inside him had seduced this woman, making her help him.

Once cared for by her, Grandi’s condition might undergo unexpected changes, becoming uncontrollable for him.

But the current situation was such that he was too weakened by his resistance to the green patterns inside him to even muster the strength to resist this woman!

With Grandi’s warning, Liao Jiaxin realized something was wrong, let go of Grandi’s hand, and hurriedly thought about leaving the place.

But at that moment, Grandi collapsed on the ground and actually fell into a coma!

The green patterns on his body flashed with a strange glow, and the wariness within Liao Jiaxin that had just arisen instantly vanished, replaced by an inexplicable pity for Grandi.

The green patterns didn’t want Grandi to die, so Grandi couldn’t die!

Not until he fulfilled his mission.

...

As night fell, dark clouds covered the moon, and the cold wind whistled.

A figure in a black robe, enveloped in flames of black Qi, stood outside the museum, watching intently.

It was, of course, Wen Wen. For this theft operation, he planned to use this guise, which could exempt him from suspicion.

When he left, he would leave traces of other monsters’ Qi in a secluded place—so as long as Wen Wen didn’t expose himself foolishly, no one would suspect him.

He wouldn’t wear the Catastrophe Prison Warden’s robe in public; instead, he planned to use this form as a disguise for his misdeeds.

When there was dirty work to be done, he would do it under this identity.

He first scoped out the museum from the outside, then stood on top of a streetlight, gazing thoughtfully at the museum.

Surprisingly, the entire museum was guarded by just one security guard, who sat dozing in the guardroom and didn’t even patrol inside the museum.

"Hmm... Something’s not right here; shouldn’t a museum of such value have more than just one security guard?"

If that guard were more diligent, it could perhaps be justified, but sitting in the guardroom the whole time was definitely suspicious.

Wen Wen had personally inspected the museum during the day and noticed no high-tech security measures -- it was even less secure than an ordinary museum.

"Let’s go in and check things out first; if anything seems off, I’ll retreat immediately."