It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The weather was very hot, and the weather was very hot.

Thanks to the control of controlled knives and the crackdown on gangs and evil forces, social stability has improved a lot in the past two years.

But because of this, Wu Wen now has difficulty buying a knife.

It is already eight or nine o'clock, and some small shops are basically about to close. Only some large supermarkets are still open for the time being.

Wu Wen walked around twice before finding a large shopping mall.

"Jingrong International Trade."

This mall is indeed a large mall. Apart from anything else, this 14-story building alone looks very grand.

Generally speaking, there are special restaurants in such large malls, so the business hours are longer.

Wu Wen held his mobile phone in his pocket, looked at the only 630 yuan left in his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

In the malls near his home, the shops selling things like high-intensity flashlights are generally on the first floor, so he didn't take the elevator, but wandered around the first floor.

This Jingrong International Trade Center is indeed a large mall. The entire mall covers a large area, and the interior is decorated magnificently, which looks high-end and atmospheric.

Although it was already a little after nine o'clock, the mall was still crowded with people shopping and strolling.

It is indeed the city center of a super first-tier city. The flow of people and purchasing power are really great.

Wu Wen walked around the first floor of the mall and saw a lot of good things. There was even a shop selling travel products at the corner of the back door of the mall.

Now he can buy everything he wants.

Wu Wen looked at the shop specializing in travel products in front of him and walked over.

The waiter at the front desk greeted Wu Wen immediately when he saw him coming.

"Hello, what do you need?"

The waitress asked gently, her eyes inadvertently passing over Wu Wen's Syrian war-damaged mobile phone.

But they all have good morals and will not look down on people because of their appearance.

Hearing the waitress's words, Wu Wen asked: "Hello, do you have a high-intensity flashlight? A machete is also OK."

"Yes, we specialize in tourism services, and high-intensity flashlights and machetes are essential items. You can come with me to have a look."

The waitress smiled and took Wu Wen into the store.

This store is really awesome, with trekking poles, machetes, high-intensity flashlights, tents, safety axes, and even various small knives that look textured.

But these things are quite expensive. A folding knife that looks pretty cool and tempted Wu Wen actually costs more than 100 yuan.

Wu Wen stood in the store and picked and chose, and finally only took a high-intensity flashlight of more than 120 yuan and a fine steel machete of 200 yuan.

The machete has been sharpened, but the blade is not sharp. It can be used to cut branches, but it is estimated that it can't even cut clothes.

After all, once the blade is sharpened, it is a controlled knife and cannot be sold, so this is considered a business that skirts the law.

However, even so, buying this machete requires an ID card to register, the model of the knife, and the ID card.

Although it is not fully sharpened, the store gave a whetstone for free, and I don't know what it means.

It took half an hour for Wu Wen to finally walk out of the mall with a machete and a flashlight.

He not only bought a machete and a flashlight, but also bought a plastic jacket with a hood to ensure the integrity of his body.

Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening, Wu Wen appeared on the balcony of the community where he rented.

The dim incandescent lamp on the balcony emitted a dim light. Although it did not illuminate the entire balcony, it at least illuminated the balcony door brightly.

"Shashashasha..."

The sound of sharpening the knife can be clearly heard on the balcony, and the sound of water washing can be heard from time to time.

Wu Wen was concentrating on sharpening the machete in his hand with a cigarette in his mouth.

Just now, a woman went upstairs to collect clothes. Seeing him, she was so scared that she ran down again. I don't know if she called the police.

But Wu Wen couldn't take care of these trivial matters now. It was still unclear whether he could save his life tonight. He really didn't have time to deal with them.

As for calling the police, he never thought about it. First, the small local police in his hometown left a bad impression on him, making him not trust these palace people. Second, the police are also human beings. They will definitely not believe what he says, and it is even unclear whether they will come.

Of course, these impressions are just the impressions left on him by the police in Wu Wen's hometown.

He knew what would happen in the super first-tier cities here, but he estimated that the probability would be to smooth things over, which would be of no help to him except wasting time.

So he didn't plan to call the police, and he had never thought of calling the police from the beginning.

It took almost an hour of hard work for Wu Wen to finally grind the blade of the machete in his hand to a smooth finish.

He stood up and chopped the machete directly at the abandoned tire that someone had put there.

"Puff!"

The blade sank half an inch into the tire.

"Very good!" Wu Wen was very satisfied. He pulled the knife out with great effort, and then he regretted it.

This machete seemed to have the risk of getting stuck when it was chopped down. It was really not as good as the safety axe I bought just now. Not only would the blade not get stuck, but there was no fear of it breaking even when chopped.

But since I bought it, I'll just leave it at that.

If I can come back alive, I can change it later.

Wu Wen took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

There was still half an hour left before he would officially embark on that terrifying journey.

Wu Wen began to get nervous, and a sense of oppression spread in his heart, making him feel a little tight in his chest.

"By the way, I have to copy the suicide note. If I die in there, my phone may not be found."

Wu Wen suddenly remembered that he had to check the time when he went in, and he couldn't even check the time without his phone.

I should have bought a luminous watch earlier.

Wu Wen cursed inwardly, and hurried back to the room to take out paper and pen to copy the suicide note on his phone's memo.

Of course, he was just looking for something to do to relax his nervous mind.

If he was asked to wait until 11:30 in the middle of the night, he would probably scare himself to death by the psychological pressure he put on himself before he even started the task.

It took Wu Wen more than ten minutes to copy his suicide note.

Then he quickly picked up the flashlight and machete and started going downstairs.

It was already 11:17, and it was time to get ready.

Wu Wen had memorized all the novice tasks in his mind, all the steps, all the requirements, all remembered clearly.

"Ding!"

Accompanied by the sound of the elevator door opening and closing, Wu Wen, holding a machete in his right hand and a strong flashlight in his left hand, resolutely entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

Novice mission, I'm here!

A black plastic jacket was forgotten on the bed.