Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Da da da--

Dangdangdang——

Strange sound effects echoed throughout the old apartment building, interspersed with occasional sounds of uncontrollable vomiting and pig-like screams.

I don’t know how long it took.

Baili Dao and Beilang returned to the living room, their faces pale. They looked at each other and saw extreme exhaustion in each other's eyes.

This kind of fatigue is not physical exhaustion, but a kind of mental depression.

Even as bystanders, the two people in the bathroom felt like an eternity.

Even now, after coming out to breathe some fresh air, I still feel a bit dizzy.

They never imagined that interrogations could be so cruel; widows always managed to find all sorts of ways to inflict torture.

And there's that woman named Lycoris radiata.

Beneath that perfect face, sculpted as by God, lay the merciless dismemberment and torture, showing Baili Dao and his companion what a true thorny rose was.

Of course, the most crucial element was the strange scalpel in the widow's hand.

Whenever Tiancan and Dique are on the verge of collapse and about to die, the widow can always use her scalpel to quickly heal their wounds.

Baili Dao and Beilang immediately realized that this was an extremely rare healing weapon.

Unlike other healing items that are slow to take effect and only last once, this thing can be used repeatedly for a long time.

"Where did you learn these methods of torture and interrogation?" the widow's voice came from the bathroom.

The other shore flower casually said, "When we were on missions before, we sometimes had to pry information out of those blacklisted people. Practice makes perfect, right? But you, you're not learning all this just to mess with yourself, are you?"

The widow: "Haha, the weather is perfect today, sunny and bright!"

Red Spider Lily: "It's late at night now."

Widow: "..."

Seeing the two of them laughing and chatting as they walked out of the bathroom, Baili Dao and Bei Lang in the living room turned green with rage.

They overheard these conversations.

Especially since the widow did not refute the other shore flower's doubts at the end, the two couldn't help but silently note in their hearts that the widow seemed to have masochistic tendencies.

After the laughter and joking ended.

Wu Wang looked at these two old acquaintances from the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, and very skillfully took out plastic cups from the water dispenser, filled two cups with water, and handed them to them.

He said calmly, "Alright, you all know what you should and shouldn't know. Is there anything else you want to ask? If not, it's my turn to speak."

The two looked at each other.

They knew exactly what Wu Wang was talking about.

During the interrogation just now, Tiancandique confessed to being a member of the Disaster Cult.

Of course, that's not the point.

The key point is that they were actually spies planted within the Disaster Cult by another organization.

The organization's name is—

Pluto Research Institute

While Tiancan Dique appears to be doing business in the gray area overseas, it is actually a liaison center for members of the Disaster Cult both domestically and internationally.

Although they didn't deliberately carry out the missions of the Disaster Cult, even though they were level 30 high-level players, they didn't hold any very high positions in the Disaster Cult.

However, this position allows for the efficient collection of information on various members of the Disaster Cult.

It serves primarily as a bridge between the past and the future.

They would periodically transmit this information back to the Pluto Research Institute, so that their superiors could better understand and restrict a woman with a special identity within the institute.

The reason for this trip to Mingyang City was to receive information about the experimental subject ZG2233 who had escaped from the Pluto Research Institute.

In other words, the player named Zhuge Yue, who was supposed to be the chosen one by the [Fate Weaving Machine], has been killed.

Their task now is to find the chosen one and kill him.

The reason... the two of them weren't quite sure.

All that is known is that this chosen one is very important to the woman's plan at the research institute, and some people in the institute do not want her plan to succeed.

Therefore, if we kill this chosen one, we can prove that she has a problem using the [Fate Weaving Machine], and then use that as leverage to take back this special item from her.

Of course, why should the props only be retrieved by proving her failure?

Such matters are beyond the knowledge of Tiancan and Dique; they involve power struggles among the higher-ups at the Pluto Research Institute.

They were merely executioners carrying out a mission.

Actually, when the investigation reached this point...

Wu Wang also realized a problem—

The Pluto Research Institute is not united internally, nor is it as I had previously thought, where the entire institute is merely a resource for the madwoman Qinglong mentioned, with her simply being one of the more influential figures within it.

In this situation, the madwoman, while knowing of her own "immortality" just like the fortune teller, chose to keep it a secret from everyone else in the research institute.

On one hand, they maintain contact with the "Crying Face Monster" and the "Disaster Cult," seemingly helping them find their place, but in reality, they are just giving them perfunctory answers and misleading them.

From this perspective.

Is she even protecting herself?
Wu Wang was somewhat confused.

But if it's really to protect themselves, why would they let someone like Zhuge Yue come out and cause trouble?

You should know that when you were first targeted by Zhuge Yue, you were only in the beginner stage. Even when you actually encountered him later, you had already become a Spirit Disaster player.

But the gap between the two is actually quite large.

If it weren't for Wu Wang's overpowered cheat code, coupled with a series of coincidences that allowed him to swindle a large number of powerful items from other players in the Spirit Disaster, he would have been in trouble.

Who knows, Zhuge Yuezhen might capture and imprison him. Even if he has "immortality," he can't escape, so it's all for nothing!

This crazy woman's behavior is indeed quite insane, contradictory and baffling.

Of course, on the other hand...

Now that Baili Dao and Beilang had overheard Tiancan Dique's actions, they could naturally guess that the culprit behind the sensational disappearance of Zhuge Yue on the Spirit Disaster Forum was very likely this guy named "Widow" in front of them.

He was also the primary target of the Pluto Research Institute.

Otherwise, how would someone with such a disability have found his home?

The two are now quite certain that this is the widow's home.

In this situation, once they return to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, it should take them only a few minutes to find out the true identity of the person living here, that is, the widow.

Is this what they wanted to say?

"Well, to be honest, it's probably impossible for us to suppress our curiosity now and not investigate who the owner of this house is when we get back," Baili Dao said bluntly.

After all, he had wanted to know the widow's identity and then bring her into the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs for a long time.

This has almost become his obsession.

Now that we have this opportunity to practically present the answer to everyone, it's hard to resist, isn't it?
"So, what are you planning to do? What special tool will you use to erase our memories? Or are you just going to be honest and reveal your identities? Why don't you just come back to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs with us and register? Your teacher is on good terms with the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs anyway, which will make it easier for us to contact each other later."

Bei Lang clearly considered things more thoroughly than Bai Li Dao.

After all, he was the one who was judged to be a wise man at the masquerade ball.

He immediately realized that the widow was saying this openly because she wanted a solution from them.

It certainly wasn't about killing him to silence him. After all, Yan Shuangying's relationship with the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs was undeniable.

But Wu Wang shook his head at his suggestion and pulled a card out of his backpack.

Amidst Baili Dao's bewildered gaze and Bei Lang's shocked look, he slowly said, "You should recognize this thing, right? If not, ask Xie Zhi later."

“I don’t have the memory-erasing flashlight from the Men in Black, but as a guest who has been personally granted a pass by Director Qinglong, I demand that you two cease all investigations into my true identity and completely erase any previous records of your investigations.”

"Yan Shuangying and I are friends with the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, but even friends need privacy, don't they?"

Baili Dao didn't recognize this thing.

After all, he hadn't been a member of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs for very long, otherwise he wouldn't be at such a low rank now.

But the Northern Wolf recognized this thing.

He was actually a frontline staff member at the headquarters of the Bureau of Strange Events in the capital, where he was responsible for logistics for the team to which the Xie Zhi belonged.

When Xie Zhi was dismissed and exiled to Mingyang City, Bei Lang resolutely volunteered to be transferred here to help.

Therefore, Bei Lang had learned a lot about this pass, which represented the highest level of access to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs that outsiders could obtain, but he had never seen it in reality.

After all, only a handful of people possess this thing, and it was all personally granted by Director Qinglong.

I never expected to find one here, even though it's from a widow!
He immediately put on a serious expression and said, "Understood, Mr. Widow. The Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs will always be your friend. I will handle the aftermath properly when I get back."

Wu Wang was very satisfied with Bei Lang's attitude.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't matter if they knew my current identity.

After all, Wu Wang now possesses sufficient self-protection capabilities, and with Qinglong overseeing the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, this protective umbrella is arguably the strongest in the world at present.

Unfortunately, this is not the normal situation.

Currently, there is another descendant of a Venerable One who has come to the real world to hunt him down. Behind him are three more similar beings. Wu Wang must try his best to prevent himself from being known by more people.

These two really need to investigate their identities as Wu Wang in private.

So no matter what, there will be traces of the investigation, and he can't guarantee that the other party won't find him even faster because of these traces.

Regarding work documentation.

Thinking of this, Wu Wang couldn't help but clench his fist, deeply feeling that his strength was still somewhat lacking, even though he had gained quite a lot in the [Demon Prison] this time.

But compared to the oppressive feeling that the "crying face monster" initially displayed, with its power that could push him to the brink of despair with a single casual strike, this was a different story.

Even this improvement, which can be described as a transformation, is far from enough.

My own cheat... hasn't reached its limit yet!

He waved his hand at the two of them and said, "Alright, that's settled then. Go home and find your mothers. I won't see you off."

"As for monitoring the Heavenly Cripple and Earthly Deficiency, and the mission briefings in the instance..."

"I'll send you a copy when I've finished editing it. Trust me, I know the dungeon better than you do."

Seeing that Wu was about to perish, he issued an order to expel the guests.

Baili Dao and Beilang didn't linger and turned to leave.

The streets outside were especially deserted in the dead of night, and the two of them walked on the empty road.

Baili Dao sighed and said, "This guy is really carefree. He just lets us go back and deal with it after saying a few words? Doesn't he have any contracts or something to keep us in check?"

Regarding his concerns.

Northern Wolf shook his head and sighed:

"You greatly underestimate the cunning of widows."

"First, the reason he doesn't agree is the same as why he asked us to go back and erase the previous investigation records—he's worried there will be traces left behind. Second, from the moment we agreed not to take Tiancan and Dique away, we've already gone along with his schemes. If we continue to investigate him, some things will get out, and not only will our positions and reputations be in jeopardy, but it will also affect Xiezhi. Do you want to drag the boss down with you?"

Upon hearing these words, Baili Dao was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head, saying, "Of course we don't want that. By the way, what is it that we can't let be revealed?"

The Northern Wolf's expression became meaningful.

Open the backpack and take out a sharp blade. This is one of the items that Tiancan Dique confiscated in the storage room of the Demon Prison.

He pointed at the sharp blade and smiled bitterly at Baili Dao, "If we let the widow write our report, it's destined to be impossible to explain why the Heavenly Cripple and Earthly Deficiency artifacts are on us."

"Since we can't hand it over, the only thing we can do is keep it ourselves. In a sense, it's a bribe, and also a reward from the widow to us."

"We've got a whole pocketful of props like these between us! Do you dare let anyone else know?"

Baili Dao: “…”

Oh no, we've really become murderers and robbers!
Oh dear, how could this widow be so wicked! What should we do now?
Looks like I'll just have to lick the bag clean with tears in my eyes.

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After seeing the two people off.

The second sister finally couldn't stand Wu Wang's appearance, which was wrapped in blood-red cloth and tied up like a mummy.

He reached out and swiftly pulled the thing that was going to dirty the floor off.

As a result, the moment the blood-stained cloth was untied...

Wu Wang's upper body covered in scales startled her. Upon closer inspection, the scales seemed to resemble a dense drawing, composed of closed vertical pupils.

In addition, a dark red vine appeared on his back, among the strange tattoos left by the aura of various Venerable Ones, climbing up his tailbone and spine to the back of his neck.

The wings with gold and black patterns represent hope and despair, the purple gibberish represents distortion, and the pink leaves entangled with blood-red thorns represent bliss and suffering.

These symbols are evenly distributed on both sides of the vine and bound together by the blood-red threads branching off from the vine.

From an abstract perspective.

Wu Wang now seems to have a strange blood tree on his back, with the residual aura of various Venerables growing at the ends of the branches, like the fruit that this tree is brewing.

Waiting for the day when it ripens, to be plucked from the tree by some being and enjoyed.

"What...what's going on?"

Wu Xiaoyou's stunned voice made Wu Wang feel somewhat helpless. He looked at the abnormality on his body and then glanced at his player status bar and the red vertical pupil on the inside of his wrist.

Somewhat emotionally, he said:

"When I switch to the [Yan Shuangying] account now, it looks like this. In the final stage of that dungeon, I got quite a lot, not just in terms of items."

"It's a long story, and I never expected the Abyss God Mark to evolve like this. It seems to have some strange cheat code on the [Yan Shuangying] account."

After saying that, Wu Wang actually jumped onto the sofa right in front of Wu Xiaoyou.

It rapidly shrinks in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and changes its shape and skeleton, transforming into a familiar thing.

It was a black and white calico cat.

Fuck cat!
But Wu Wang had never shown this skill before!
At this moment, the cat that Wu Wang had transformed into spoke, "Let me tell you the story in detail..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Xiaoyou couldn't help but complain, "Seriously, if you're going to turn into a cat, at least lie down or stand up!"

"Whose cat is lounging on the sofa with its legs crossed, and picking its nose with its paw?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wu Wang's door opened.

A black and white cat walked in with practiced ease, intending to go home and eat some of the cat food it had hidden, only to find its owner already back, staring blankly at the sofa.

It turned its head and saw a cow cat sitting there that looked exactly like it.

A few cats: "Meow?"

Holy crap! What is this?!
The owner goes out and fools around, and now he's even bringing other cats home? He's completely ignoring people? Is there no law anymore? Is there no justice?

It was about to breathe on Wu Wang's bow... (End of Chapter)