Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 142 Relics Painting (Last two days for the monthly ticket lottery)

The moment Han Su entered, he confirmed that the doctor's guess was right once again.

This was indeed a transit point for smuggled artifacts.

The warehouse was not large, but it was filled with shelves and miscellaneous items.

Here you can see things like vases, ironware, old computer fragments, broken books and CDs everywhere. Each of them has a quality that is similar to the present day but completely different upon closer inspection, as if you have traveled back thousands of years.

Many of the items were covered in dust and mud, indicating they hadn't been unearthed long ago.

Judging from the importance the administrative office attaches to these relics and artifacts, handing them over would be considered as solving a major case.

However, Han Su had no time to pay attention to these things. With a quick glance, he saw two figures standing behind the shelves in the middle of the storage room, their backs to him.

They were clearly standing there, but you couldn't hear them breathing at all.

Han Su raised the hand holding the stun gun to cover his left eye, glanced around briefly, saw nothing unusual, and then slowly walked forward.

After walking around the shelves, I saw the two people standing side by side.

He was covered in sweat and smelled terrible. He didn't react to Han Su's approach at all, but just stared intently at something in front of them.

As he got closer, Han Su could sense that they still had the aura of living people on them, but he also felt that they were empty, as if they were just two empty human-shaped sacs, and real living beings were reviving inside them.

Han Su temporarily restrained himself from doing anything, and slowly followed their gaze, and saw an oil painting standing in the corner of the wall.

His pupils constricted slightly: "This is the source of the pollution?"

The painting depicts a place resembling an ancient altar, filled with figures in various locations. Some wear black priestly robes, while others wear white robes of believers. There appear to be as many as twenty people, resembling a group photo.

The two men each stared at a figure in the painting, and as they gazed at it, the figure in the painting began to fade, as if the paint was evaporating, turning the lifelike figure into a faint shadow.

And those shadows that have become gray and blank appear at least a dozen times in this painting.

"The figure that disappeared in the painting, the two-faced person who appeared in reality..."

"So, the people in these paintings entered reality, took over their bodies, and became active in society?"

"..."

Penetration means entering reality.

Today, it seems that this painting pollutes reality by occupying the viewer's body through "gazing".

"This job is simpler than I imagined!"

Han Su quickly concluded that the anomaly here was only in the first stage of pollution.

Successful infiltration anomalies often have specific objectives in reality.

Some do it to spread their faith in the real world and make more people believe in their gods; others do it to build some kind of mysterious altar in the real world; and still others do it to carry out some special instructions.

However, the infiltration of this painting is not yet complete. The instincts of the two-bodied people outside are only in the stage of protecting the painting to complete the infiltration. As long as this process is blocked at this time, it will effectively strangle the infiltration.

Seeing that the will of the two people beside him was waning and the situation was getting worse, Han Su no longer hesitated.

With a quick squeeze of his hand, the stun gun crackled and slammed into his body.

Without uttering a sound, the person was blasted away by the powerful electric current, crashing onto the shelf and smashing countless bottles and jars.

Despite enduring such a powerful electric shock, the person suddenly began breathing heavily, a fleeting glimmer of life returning to their eyes. Their throat seemed to be constricted as they struggled to plead for help from Han Su.

"help me……"

"..."

Han Su ignored his cries for help, instead going up to give him another stun gun, knocking him completely unconscious, and then doing the same to the other one.

Only then did he turn around and face the painting alone.

Unconsciously, as Han Su's gaze fell upon them, the pupils of the remaining figures in the painting suddenly shifted slightly.

It seemed as if they all turned their heads at the same time, focusing their attention on Han Su.

Han Su had already inserted the stun gun into his briefcase, his right hand reaching forward as he muttered a low chant:
[Submit to my will!]

【…】

Spell number 06 (sequence number zero).

Effectively seal or even erase the psychoactive properties of some people or objects, causing them to lose their polluting characteristics in a short period of time.

As soon as the incantation was uttered, a faint tremor arose in the air, as if an invisible, enormous entity was slowly emerging from the deepest part of space, just as it rises from the deepest part of space to the surface of water.

As Han Su finished chanting the incantation, shadows gathered behind him, transforming into a gigantic shadow that floated in mid-air.

As Han Su extended his right hand, the enormous shadow mirrored his movement, slowly extending its own right hand.

His outstretched hand, together with Han Su's right hand, merged into one through some mysterious rhythm, and pressed down on the oil painting at the same time.

"Buzz!"

But at the very moment Han Su touched the oil painting, whispers seemed to rise in the air.

The next moment, Han Su suddenly felt the air around him was extremely crowded, making him feel uncomfortable all over. His vision blurred, as if the signal had been cut off.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that I was surrounded by people.

There were seven or eight of them, some dressed in luxurious priestly robes, others in cheap white linen cleric shirts. They were all crammed together in the narrow space of the storeroom, their expressions pale, empty, and numb.

It surrounded me tightly, slowly extending its palms, densely packed, and pressed them onto my shoulders, chest, back, and arms.

Everywhere, a chilling aura emanated, slithering into my body like a snake.

"Contaminate me?"

Han Su narrowed his eyes, knowing that it was his attempt to seal it that had affected the painting, and it was now trying to resist.

"Is this why Miss Ai warned me of the danger?"

Because he had been paying close attention, Han Su was not panicked when he encountered this situation. Instead, he immediately began to calculate a way to deal with it.

It was only at this point that he realized how extraordinary this mission was.

Neither the "two-bodied person" corrupted by this painting, nor its own pervasive power, is actually frightening.

Although the mission level is similar to that of the Crystal Skull, it is far less dangerous.

Until the source is reached.

The pollution power that erupted instantly in this painting was on a completely different scale from its initial appearance.

This instant of pollution felt like a dozen people who had completed training in mysterious powers were attacking him simultaneously.

I am about to plunge into the abyss!

Without a second thought, he immediately recited the number 01 incantation, attempting to detach himself from the overwhelming pollution. However, to his surprise, at the previously unfailingly successful exit number 01, Han Su's figure flickered violently before instantly reappearing.

As a result, Han Su's spiritual power was instantly exhausted, leaving almost no trace.

"not good……"

A strong sense of foreboding arose in Han Su's heart.

The "people" emerging from these paintings are constantly polluting me. In this situation, my sense of existence cannot be removed. Forcing it out only depletes my spiritual power.

If it weren't for the ability to "change batteries," I would already be a fish to be slaughtered.

Even though he could change the battery, while waiting for new spiritual power to be replenished, he clearly saw that seven or eight hands that were pressing on his body actually reached into his body. There were no wounds where they touched, as if the flesh and blood had merged together.

An indescribable sense of eeriness washed over me, accompanied by a tingling sensation in my brain.

As if taking a nap, in the blink of an eye, I had a dream.

In this dream, I am far removed from the modern world, constantly regressing in the river of time, retreating from modern civilization.

Having left the entire reconstruction era, we arrived at the extremely distant radiation era, at a negligible point in time.

He finds himself living in an underground containment facility that has reached its limit, facing scarce supplies and a dilapidated ecological simulation system.

Outside the heavy lead house lies a world that has collapsed over a hundred years ago. The sun shines fiercely in the sky, radiating intense radiation that melts blood and bones. Beside him are newborn babies whose eyes have faded and whose fingers are stuck together.

He could even hear himself muttering to himself, "Evolution is too fast, too fast..."

"In less than a hundred years, evolution began. After only three generations of reproduction, children evolved into mice..."

“We want to go out, to walk on the earth again. If this world won't give us a way to survive, then we'll adapt to it. Those animals can become active again, they can adapt to new environments, and so can we…”

"..."

"call……"

Han Su suddenly woke up and his eyes snapped to the person in front of him.

He too emerged from the painting, dressed in a black priest's robe, his hands now fused into his body.

It was him just now; he almost altered his own will and turned himself into him.

These ancestors from a previous era are using this painting as a medium to assimilate their own will!
The shock was terrifying, but just then, Han Su finally felt a new spiritual power. The battery replacement was successful, and he no longer held back, directly chanting in a deep voice:
[A divine decree has been issued!]

The spiritual ocean is instantly activated, combating the spiritual pollution caused by this painting!

The moment the fisherman's chant was uttered, he immediately felt the ocean of spirits boil, and the countless people crowded around him were pushed back.

He even saw the countless people crowding around him, displaying pain and screams.

However, his mental energy was also being severely depleted. In the blink of an eye, his mental energy was exhausted again, and those figures that he had almost driven away were now getting closer to him and invading his body even more deeply.

Some had their entire arms squeezed inside, while others had even half their bodies inside, leaving only their legs sticking out.

In an instant, he transformed into a monster with seven or eight heads and three legs growing from its belly.

In that instant, Han Su felt a surge of vigilance: My spiritual strength is too weak; it cannot withstand the corruption of the previous era…

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