NFM Chapter 90

Using a healer skill as an offensive move was probably unprecedented and unparalleled, except for Lin Huai. After hearing the explanation, Lu Xiaotian looked at him with admiration and said, “Damn, Brother Lin, you’re awesome! Why are you wearing Pinru’s clothes?”

Lin Huai maintained his posture, half-kneeling in front of the glass, and chuckled softly.

“Actually, I didn’t expect them to electrocute me either,” Lin Huai muttered quietly. “Just because I commented on their hairstyle… Are they Josuke Higashikata? Compared to Pavlov’s dog, I’d rather be Schrödinger’s cat or Lorenz’s butterfly… When I get out, I’ll kill you all, hehe…”

As he spoke, he made a face resembling a black-and-white panda.

“I still prefer being Morgan’s white-eyed fruit fly… By the way, what the hell is Schrödinger’s cat? … They’ve all left, you should go back and lie down,” the fat man on the other side whispered. “Stop showing off at this point… Go on, take a rest. In half an hour, that exhibition… will start.”

“I want to go back too,” Lin Huai said with a blank expression. “But I can’t control my legs…”

“Huh?” The fat man was puzzled. “Why?”

Just as Lin Huai was about to respond, a cold voice came from the other side.

“Lin Huai.”

It was a man with a long ponytail, as strong as Zhao Ritian’s triple.

Zhao Jingtian’s expression remained cold. He said seriously, “Just now, I heard the sound of the glass cracking under your kick. But that kick didn’t just break the glass.”

Lin Huai looked up at him.

“You also shattered the prejudice in my heart,” Zhao Jingtian said coldly. “Willing to fight so hard for the fate of an NPC you’ve never met… Congratulations, you’ve earned my respect.”

Facing his sincere gaze, Lin Huai felt a bit uneasy. He weakly said, “Don’t speak too soon. You don’t really know me yet…”

“What?”

Lin Huai lifted his right foot. “What cracked just now wasn’t the glass, but my right ankle.”

“So I can’t move,” he added, sounding a bit aggrieved. “Why is this damn glass so hard?”

Zhao Jingtian: …

“Brother Lin,” the fat man almost cried out. “Why are you so careless? Your leg is broken, what will you do in the future?”

“It’s fine, I just can’t jump or play basketball for a while…” Lin Huai said nonchalantly. “It’ll heal on its own in half a day… really, it’s no big deal.”

“Do you think you’re a gecko…”

To prove his point, he lifted his foot and shook it at the other man. “I’m used to it.”

… I’ve done more troublesome things before, like fixing my head, or my entire body… He closed his eyes, maintaining his motionless posture, feeling his tendons, nerves, and bones gradually repairing themselves under his power.

While he was fixing his leg, the digital clock finally struck 9 AM.

The Greenhouse Capital Museum’s special exhibition area—”Eden”—opened.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Greenhouse Capital Museum! Today is March 1st, Year 501 of the New Era. Thank you, Greenhouse, and thank you to the thirteen governors!”

“Everyone here today must have the same purpose,” the host with bright red lipstick smiled. “That is, to witness our latest exhibition—the ‘Eden’ exhibit!”

“In ancient times, Adam and Eve lived in the Garden of Eden. They were naked and carefree, wandering in the paradise of freedom… until the serpent offered the apple that changed everything. Wisdom, morality, and sin took root in the hearts of humanity.”

“In the past hundred years, through the study of ‘born criminals,’ we have separated future criminals from the rest of humanity. However, this is not the end,” the host proclaimed. “We all have parents, children, and friends. The hidden genes of crime are unpredictable in human bloodlines. Killing them is not the right solution, and keeping them is a burden… Finally, with the help of Dr. Lucile, we have created a method to eliminate sin and reform born criminals!”

“… The first batch of reformed individuals will be displayed in the Eden area. Considering the government’s financial constraints and the lack of entertainment for residents, Greenhouse’s largest television station—Starlight TV—has specially created a new reality show—’Potential Criminals 100′!”

“Every three months, 100 potential criminals are placed in the same museum, exhibited to the world! From daily life to talent shows, every detail of their lives is broadcast live to the world!”

“Among these 100 potential criminals, the four most recognized by the audience will be preserved, granted normal identities, and return to a happy life. The four least popular born criminals each week will be eliminated. The remaining forty-six will be disposed of at a low cost, hehe,” the host chuckled. “This is their final contribution to Greenhouse!”

The North Square was packed with people eager to watch the spectacle. The museum director looked at the scene before him with great satisfaction. He turned to the Starlight TV station head beside him and whispered, “Compared to last month, the number of visitors has more than quadrupled.”

“Everyone has a curiosity for the bizarre,” the TV station head said. “This is not surprising at all.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Dr. Lucile sitting beside him and was surprised to find that the doctor’s expression seemed off.

He thought for a moment and believed he had found the reason, so he whispered, “Dr. Lucile, is that number 81 making you angry?”

He patted the doctor’s shoulder. “You don’t need to be upset by that thing. If you don’t like it, just manipulate the results and dispose of him, isn’t that enough?”

As he spoke, he made a suggestive gesture across his neck.

Dr. Lucile looked at him and, after a while, smiled.

“No,” he politely adjusted his glasses. “Not only will I not dispose of him, but I will also give him more and greater attention.”

“Let him participate in the performance seven days later,” he said. “I will let him fully experience what it feels like to be a monster.”

With the opening ceremony ribbon-cutting successfully completed, the Greenhouse Capital Museum began to let people in. Countless citizens, holding four voting tickets, entered the museum with either curiosity or excitement, lining up politely and orderly at the entrance.

Due to space limitations, the “Eden” exhibition area was divided into five zones, numbered from zero to ninety-nine, with every twenty born criminals placed in one area. Su Li, filled with great curiosity, held his voting tickets and waited nervously and excitedly in the viewing line.

For him, “born criminals” and “potential criminals” were familiar yet unfamiliar terms, much like “mutants” or “witches” in the Middle Ages—terms that carried an aura of ominousness and taboo, yet were irresistibly intriguing. In every era, there are those curious about figures like Jack the Ripper, the Green River Killer, and the White City Demon. For Su Li and others, “born criminals” were just such figures.

He had seen reports related to these “born criminals” on TV. In news reports and documentaries over the past few hundred years, they were always depicted as ferocious, twisted, and screaming, filled with an unsettling sense of fear. Therefore, he also paid great attention to his mental health to avoid inadvertently becoming one of them in the decennial checks. However, now there was research claiming to be able to transform them back into normal people, which filled him with genuine excitement and curiosity.

For the first three days, only visits were allowed. After that, the museum even allowed interaction with the exhibits—this was something that couldn’t help but fill people with anticipation. As he thought this, he heard his companion’s voice: “Su Li, which area do you want to visit?”

Su Li looked at the crowded lines and sighed. “The lines in the front areas are too long,” he said. “Let’s go to the last area.”

Compared to other exhibition halls, the last area was located in a more secluded spot. As soon as Su Li entered the corridor, he felt a chill.

Inside the corridor, twenty display cabinets were neatly arranged, each containing a person sitting or lying down. Some were reading, some were drawing, and others were staring at the ceiling as if something there greatly interested them.

The only common point was that none of them spoke a word.

The fifth corridor started from number 80 and ended at number 99. However, due to a malfunction in the door next to number 81, visitors could only start their tour from the door next to number 100. Looking at the people in the display cabinets, for some reason, Su Li felt as if he were visiting an aquarium.

But this wasn’t an illusion—it was reality. He quickly dismissed the thought. How could these born criminals be as gentle and harmless as those small animals?

“So these are the potential criminals…”

“They actually look quite similar to us…”

“Are you kidding? Look at his forehead, it’s so broad, that’s the typical criminal face,” the leader of a group of high school students confidently said. “Don’t be fooled by their pretending to be gentle and polite. When truly provoked, they will show their true reactions. Watch this—”

As he spoke, he walked up to a display cabinet where a woman was quietly drawing.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

At the sound of knocking, the woman was startled. She hesitantly turned her head: “Hello?”

“Hey, what are you drawing? Are you drawing your own underwear?” the boy said loudly.

“Ha ha ha…”

The woman immediately looked annoyed. As she blushed and was about to stand up to argue with the boy, she saw the collar around her neck and froze—

“I apologize for causing such a misunderstanding,” she said, lowering her head. “I’ll put it away now.”

The laughter grew even more unrestrained. One of the boys, as if he had discovered something new, exclaimed, “Look, they really don’t fight back or swear!”

“That’s the point of the voting,” the leader of the boys said smugly. “If they want to get out of here, they have to endure, they can’t fight back, or else they won’t get votes and will be disposed of as recyclables.”

As he spoke, he took a voting ticket from his pocket and stuffed it into the voting box in front of the woman. After the green number on the box showed +1, he smiled smugly. “Here, this is your reward.”

“Ha ha ha ha—”

“Damn,” Hu Die’s face turned red with anger. “Is this game abnormal or what?”