Everyday life: A frail senior college student with clear, innocent eyes.
In battle: A two-meter-tall muscle freak gets beaten with an insole until it begs for mercy.
The “One-Foot Snake” wails, “I surrender!”
Chen Xiu clenches his jaw. “You stepped on my sister’s oxygen tube? Too late!”
Smack! The insole crushes bone, and blood splatters across the wall.
The director asks, “What do we put in the report? ‘Killed by an insole’? Everyone will die laughing!”
Chen Xiu smiles. “Then write...”
“‘Died from psychological trauma.’ I destroyed its spirit.”
Yet the medical report reads:
“Subject died from extreme shame and fear.”
Every uncanny creature in the city moves out overnight. A note is posted on the door:
“An insole-wielding maniac lives here. Do not disturb!”
His sister wakes up and rubs her eyes. “Bro, why do you smell like salted fish?”
Chen Xiu: ...Uncanny Factory, can you make a perfume that gets rid of bad smells next time?
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