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The uncle used some unknown style of boxing, his limbs flailing so intensely that Wen Wen had to scurry away while holding his head, almost unable to resist transforming into vampire mode to counterattack.
Ultimately, Wen Wen did manage to escape from his grasp. After leaving the library, like the previous philosopher, that one vanished as well.
Squatting at the entrance of the museum, Wen Wen pondered his next move.
"Every time someone comes out, they are different, and the second pattern is the same as the first, so this thing might not have intelligence, it's probably acting according to some set of rules..."
"Whenever the philosophers go berserk, it starts with my answering a question incorrectly. So, what would happen if I were to answer every question correctly?"
"Never mind, let's try one more time!"
Now that he, Detective Wen, had taken up the gauntlet against this containment item, he refused to believe that he couldn't handle a mere inanimate object.