A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 234 Untitled
A humorous yet somewhat absurd voice echoed in the room:

"The first season of Abyss Million Questions is now open."

The police officer recognized that person.

He was a member of the provincial criminal investigation team in this anti-drug operation, one of Lan Na Niu's subordinates, and a young man who didn't talk much.

At that moment, while applauding his opening remarks, he said in Taymuri, "A correct answer will be rewarded, a wrong answer will be punished. First question—"

The gun barrel tapped the policeman's forehead, causing a sharp pain.

What is a ritual?

The policeman's trembling eyes, filled with fear, were fixed on him.

To die in the abyss means the annihilation of the soul.

Even an injury is equivalent to damage to the soul, which is far more difficult to heal than physical pain.

"You—" He glanced at the parrot perched on the man's shoulder and asked with surprise and uncertainty, "Are you an Abyss Transcendent?"

He heard this person communicate in the language of the abyss at the banquet.

Same appearance, same language, same ability to lurk.
"You answered incorrectly."

A sharp pain shot through his left palm; the sensation of his five fingers being crushed was simply exquisite. The policeman clutched his left palm, curled up like a shrimp, only to have the gun barrel forced back against him.

His strength was so great it was like a monster's; what kind of abyss could have such an unreasonable physique?
"Are you out of your mind?!" the policeman said through gritted teeth. "This is assaulting a police officer!! The law will punish you. You won't get away with this; you'll be locked up on the fifth floor and used as fuel for the sun—"

The man was obviously Quinn in disguise.

He sneered, "Trying to use the laws of the abyss to govern the officials of the demon race?"

Bold!

He grabbed the policeman's right hand, as if to crush it again.

"Hey—hey!" The policeman was at a loss: "The ritual...the ritual is to make this drug raid fail. To let Qin Wei leave with the drugs."

Quinn remained silent for a while.

He swiftly and decisively crushed the policeman's right hand, causing the man to scream like a pig.

"I didn't lie to you! I didn't lie to you!!!" the policeman cried out, baring his teeth under the gun. "If you don't believe me, go ask your supervisor! I didn't lie about the 1999 ceremony!"

"Second question." Quinn's iron-like hand moved to the policeman's lower abdomen and gently pressed down: "What is the purpose of this ritual?"

The policeman couldn't help but shudder; he had no doubt that Quinn could pull out his own intestines.

"I...I...I don't know either, you'll have to ask the High Priest. Wait! No! No!" Feeling a hand gently probing his lower abdomen, the terrified policeman shouted, "Money! Gold pounds! I don't know what others get, but I get gold pounds. After participating in a certain number of rituals, once my extraordinary traits are fully fused, I can obtain a potion for advancement!"

Quinn and the parrot on his shoulder exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Does participating in a certain number of rituals mean that these inexplicable rituals are becoming the norm?
The Divine Cult has been besieging the Abyss's extraordinary beings for over a thousand years, yet it has never revealed the existence of any 'ritual' to the outside world. The academy also has no related records, and this is the first time either of them has heard of it.

"The third question. How do I leave the Abyss?"

"The abyssal layer revolves around the ritual." The policeman thought to himself, "Didn't your superiors tell you that?" But he dared not ask further, fearing he would anger this superhuman: "The current depth is from 1999, as long as he—"

He raised his hand and pointed to Qin Weizheng, who was lying unconscious on the sofa.

"Once he is arrested, or successfully escapes after the transaction is completed, the abyss layer will rise to become the fall layer. There are many exits in the fall layer, and you can leave through them."

"Is there no other way out?" Quinn stared at him.

“The person who initiated this ritual should know other ways to leave, but since the priest is not here, the person who initiated this ritual should be the ‘manager’.”

Quinn nodded slightly.

"Very good, the fourth question. What are the roles of the administrator and the priest?"

The police officer was stunned for a moment, then finally realized: "You're not an Abyss Transcendent? Awooo—!!!"

This time, the wrist was broken, but it doesn't hurt anymore because my left hand is almost numb.

"If you answer wrong again, your neck will be twisted to the right."

"The managers are those who recruit extraordinary individuals from the Abyss in the mortal realm. They are distributed across each country, with only one per region."

Quinn immediately thought of 'Mr. Q'.

Jack's Abyss Potion was given to him by Mr. Q, and the contents of the emails indicate that he is plotting something in Axwell. Is Mr. Q the administrator of Axwell?
"Do managers all refer to themselves using English letters?" Quinn asked thoughtfully.

"Correct."

Who is your manager?

"Ms. B".

Looks like they're not from Ishvalan.

"Where's the priest?"

The police officer said weakly, "The priests are the managers of the managers. They don't usually show their faces, but they are the ones who issue the ritual tasks."

"What rank is the Priest?" Quinn began to assess the combat strength.

"I don't know, but I heard Ms. B say that the priests of our Destiny path are Sequence Four. The other Destinies should be similar."

Quinn frowned slightly. Although Abyss Transcendents had almost no combat power and relied on rule-based power, and could be killed like chickens if properly avoided, Sequence Four was far too high and beyond his ability to provoke.

"Your destiny is [lust], isn't it?" Amamiya Nene asked in his voice.

"Yes. Please let me go. I can cooperate with you. I'll tell you where everyone else is," the policeman pleaded.

"What sequence are you?" Quinn asked expressionlessly.

"Eight."

"Serial name?"

"【Host】. Sequence nine is 【Public Relations】, sequence seven is 【Maiko】—I don't know anything above that, Ms. B is sequence six." The policeman, afraid of getting beaten up, blurted out everything.

Cowherd?

Quinn recalled his abilities, and it was quite fitting.

“Tell me in detail about the extraordinary abilities that led you to this destiny. I won’t kill you.” He moved the pistol away.

He stopped pressing his hand against the policeman's chest, allowing him to catch his breath.

He stared at the policeman's mouth and throat as if he knew nothing.

"My [public relations] skills are communication, persuasion, and getting someone to sleep with me."

"Both men and women are fine?" This was the question asked by Amamiya Nene.

"Either is fine." The man nodded: "Both top and bottom are acceptable."

Quinn thought to himself that he was really enjoying himself.

"And the male prostitute goes a step further, directly arousing people's lust. As long as you are willing to give up some physical appearance, you will basically not refuse any request."

“What else?” Quinn stared at him.

"Your appearance will improve."

His appearance was indeed quite good; he had a feminine and androgynous beauty, and his skin was very fair and delicate, comparable to that of a woman. In later generations, he would be very popular with K-pop fans.

But he's far inferior to top-tier handsome men like Ankuya, and even less handsome than distinctive types like Elon or Ike.

"Gone?"

"That's all," the policeman said honestly. "I don't know anything about the [maiko's] abilities."

"The last question in the Abyss Million Questions—" Quinn asked with a smile, "Why do you feel like the police recorder on your body still has power?"

The police officer's expression changed drastically as he looked at the black box camera on his shoulder. The green light indicating it was on was not lit, nor was the red light indicating it was in standby mode, because the battery had been stolen sometime during the night.

"You're looking for this?" Quinn pulled two Nanfu batteries out of his pocket. "In 1999, in a fourth-tier city like Beibu Gulf, where interrogations were conducted behind closed doors, how could they possibly issue police body cameras, which weren't even common in the US?"

The police were horrified to discover that the other party's understanding of the Abyss far surpassed their own, and even that of other Abyss superhumans.

"Who exactly are you?"

"The footage recorded by this dashcam should be transmitted to your companion in real time, right?"

Quinn had noticed this from the beginning, so he avoided any areas where there might be surveillance, not even going into the elevator. "Bad news, the dashcam is out of power. Good news, the outlet still has power—"

Quinn forcefully ripped the power cord from the desk lamp and plunged the exposed copper wire tip directly into the policeman's pectoral muscle. A burst of intense, tingling sensation spread throughout his body. Unlike Wu Jing, who was sitting in an electric chair, Quinn was stunned and passed out after a few moments of convulsions.

"Wow, what did you do to him? Did you kill him?" Amamiya Nene asked in surprise.

"No. He won't die. We have to leave. He has accomplices. We need to take him somewhere his accomplices can't find him and interrogate him slowly. It's too dangerous here."

Quinn carefully checked him over and found that apart from the police body camera and walkie-talkie, there was nothing else on him that could be used to locate him.

Quinn threw the broken pieces of the recorder and walkie-talkie under the mattress to cover them up, then picked up the unconscious policeman and prepared to jump out the window to leave.

"Ugh, it feels like I have to carry two people with me every time I go down into the abyss."

His voice suddenly stopped.

At the other end of the sofa, the man who had been sleeping staggered to his feet and then met his gaze.

When Qin Wei saw Quinn carrying a police officer in uniform on his shoulder, his sleepy eyes widened instantly, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

He staggered back two steps, his mind solely focused on running.

Quinn sighed, then decisively wiped her face, tearing off the makeup and fillers that had altered her facial features, revealing her original appearance.

Qin Wei was stunned.

He stared intently at Quinn's face, as if he saw himself hiding behind the police.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ha, haha, too much. Too much."

He muttered to himself, slumped back onto the sofa, saying, "I'm hallucinating, I can't keep smoking," but his hand reached for the small table, trying to get the few remaining matches and glassware.

His hands trembled like tree branches being battered by the wind.

Quinn stepped forward and chopped the man's defenseless, emaciated neck with a chop, knocking him unconscious.

"Quinn, him."

Amamiya Nene naturally saw Qin Weizheng's appearance as well.

"Looks like you?"

"Is he handsome or am I handsome?"

"They're all pretty ugly."

"Then why ask so many questions?"

The little parrot turned its head to look at his calm face, seemingly lost in thought.

Quinn took out Qin Weizheng's mobile phone and turned it on.

He gazed at the woman on the screensaver, his eyes gradually softening.

He stood there and stared for a long time, and Amamiya Nene followed suit and stared for a long time as well.

“This auntie is quite pretty.” The parrot rubbed its wing against Quinn’s head, like an older sister patting her younger brother’s head.

"I feel so too."

Unlike the police, Quinn tried to unlock the phone.

The password was six digits long, and the phone entered the main page on only the third try.

Amamiya Nene couldn't understand what Quinn was doing, but she could sense an indescribable emotion flashing in his eyes after he figured out the password.

It was a complex look in his eyes, carrying a sense of resignation and regret.

Quinn flipped through his contacts, photo album, and text message inbox, but they were all empty.

The strangest thing is that even the call logs are blank.

"If you drive steadily, you won't crash; if you drive steadily, you'll live a long life."

Quinn sneered and dialed 10086 directly.

After a long barrage of ringback tone advertisements, Quinn finally connected to the Beibu Gulf Mobile business hall. In this era where you could get a phone card without an ID card, a text message cost 3 cents, and the operator also offered a short-term communication retrieval service.

Soon, all the messages and call logs from the past month were sent back to the inbox via SMS.

There were only two call records, both from the same Jiang Hai number.

The number of text messages increased significantly, reaching twenty or thirty.

The content was simple; the letters all came from different addresses. They were all located in Jianghai, and the format was remarkably uniform.

'The last toilet stall in the northeast corner of Jianghai Park, containing 15 grams of waste. Price: 3000. Hotel No. 2, room 4403, Sunday evening, 7 PM.'

'Bottom of a trash can opposite shop number 42, Hongqiao Avenue East. 20 grams. 6000 RMB. Hotel No. 7, room 908, Monday morning at 8:20.'

‘大浪淘沙洗浴中心403号柜，密码9703。50克。收11000。一号酒店1103，周二晚七点四十。’

All of them contain similar information.

Only two text messages were sent:
"Settle the accounts, I want a cake."

"Settle the accounts, I want a cake."

Half an hour after the text message was sent, Jiang Hai's phone number called.

Quinn held the mobile phone; the text messages had already been scrolled to the very bottom.

"What are you thinking about?" Amamiya Nene asked.

"It's nothing." He paused, then smiled easily. "I'm just a little bored."

Quinn deleted the text messages on his phone, erasing all traces of his presence, and then hoisted the police officer onto his shoulder to leave.

"Aren't you going to cover him with a blanket?" Amamiya Nene asked.

Why should we help him build it?

"Because it's very cold."

So Quinn opened all the windows, letting the salty sea breeze carry away the cold air. It was the time of year with extreme temperature differences between day and night, and perhaps the murky smell of smoke would be gone when the sun came out tomorrow.

"A person who is about to die should be covered with a feather duster."

After saying that, he jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

abyss.

The depth is unknown. In a corner of Jianghai City, in a dimly lit room in a building with the curtains tightly drawn.

Distorted, intermittent sound emanated from the Harkarton crystal speakers:

"A person who's about to die needs a feather duster."

The person at the computer desk burst into laughter.

As they laughed, the keyboard began to be typed, and the images on the screen started scrolling.

The file name is 'Qin Chuan's Life Node'.

In the parent folder, there are two files: '1999 (original file)' and '1999 (new file)'.

In the original video, Qin Wei is seen crying and shouting as he is pinned down by a large group of police officers. Next to him are a pile of Vietnamese corpses and a Jianghai police officer who is no longer breathing. A young man named Xiao Liu is clutching his knee, which has been pierced by a bullet, and is shouting for an ambulance.

The newly created folder contained no videos, only a short text message.

Qin Weizheng escaped. Mi Beilin, realizing his subordinate had been exposed, immediately attempted to silence him.

Subsequently, the data unfolded like a torrent in the new folder—

2003200520072026.

New videos have appeared.

That was Quinn, who had returned from abroad. In the church, amidst the applause and blessings of countless people, he took the hand of his bride, Mi Yutong.

He had never smiled so sincerely and happily in his entire life.

(End of this chapter)