Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 147 A Born Madman
Hobby, what the hell is your hobby...?

Han Su suddenly felt it was outrageous. He glanced at the jackal and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He also remembered the story the little fat boy outside had told him about the origin of the nickname "Pot Lid Head" for the Ripper.

He sighed and said, "Your hobby is quite niche!"

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: Could it be that his appearance here was also part of Miss Ai's plan?

Knowing that these three D7s would attack him, he wanted to fight them, but he was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle them.

So you assigned the guy with the bowl cut to keep an eye on and hunt down these three D7s?

He looked thoughtfully at the bowl-cut guy who had already lowered his head and was focused on his work. If it weren't for his childhood experiences, he wouldn't be able to understand this guy at this point.

As for his brief attack on the jackals, it wasn't enough to fully assess his abilities, let alone determine how he compares to Wei Lan in terms of current level, especially considering their terrifyingly high spiritual characteristics...

He made up his mind and smiled as he asked, "So, your mission this time is to take care of these three guys?"

The man with the bowl cut remained silent, focused on his work.

Han Su asked, "Why do you have this hobby? Is there a reason?"

The pot lid head still didn't respond.

He seems to have been like this since he was a child.

Gaining his trust is extremely difficult.

But it doesn't seem so easy to anger him...

Since that's the case, then we'll have to unleash our ultimate weapon...

Facing the bowl-cut man who was intently busy with his work, Han Su suddenly smiled and said, "I know you. Your name is Chen Ji."

The man with the bowl cut was busy with something.

Han Su added, "Your murder was on the news. I even saw you kill someone in front of the live camera."

The man with the bowl cut remained expressionless. A spurt of blood sprayed onto his face. He felt disturbed, but remained polite and did not utter any harsh words.

Han Su spoke again: "There are many descriptions of you in the news reports, but as for your hobbies, they say that from childhood to adulthood, there are only three."

"One possibility is arson..."

"From candy wrappers to pillows, clothes, curtains..."

"..."

The man with the bowl cut suddenly narrowed his eyes, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere began to fill the air. The invisible tremors seemed to turn into layers of invisible blades, densely covering the air and cutting everyone's skin.

'This guy's mental activity has increased to the point that it can directly affect space and even injure people?'

Han Su was already extremely wary, but having come this far, he still smiled and slowly said, "The second type is those who grow flowers and only like to be with flowers and plants..."

"...But you'll kill every ant that comes near your flowerpot."

"..."

The man with the bowl cut stopped what he was doing, slowly turned his head, and looked at Han Su expressionlessly.

Han Su continued slowly, "And butterflies, bees, and even... your grandma's Chihuahua!"

"Shh!"

At that very moment, the man with the bowl cut suddenly rushed up.

It's as if the process of getting up and then lunging out has been omitted.

His body suddenly vanished from where he was sitting, and the next moment, he was already above Han Su's head. Then, his handcuffed hands viciously grabbed Han Su's neck.

Han Su's left hand suddenly formed a hook, faintly revealing a bronze color, and went straight for the bowl-cut man's neck.

It looks like a fierce attack, trading blows for injuries.

However, Han Su's left hand was clearly much more dangerous than the handcuffed hands of the guy with the bowl cut.

The man with the bowl cut loosened his grip, and the iron chain hidden in his sleeves came loose. In mid-air, it instantly wrapped around Han Su's left hand, and then he plummeted down, pulling hard.

He actually intended to use the momentum of landing to quickly pull Han Su to the ground.

As he landed, he had already pinpointed his landing spot, stomping heavily with his toes, sending a steel bar flying into the air.

He grabbed the steel bar with both hands, turned around abruptly, and thrust it into Han Su's body.

If Han Su were to be pulled to the ground by this sudden movement, the steel bar would pierce Han Su's face.

If he hadn't been pulled over, the steel bar would have pierced straight into his stomach.

"This guy actually relied solely on his own skills and the characteristics brought about by his mental activity, without using any coded spells..."

Han Su was already somewhat shocked. Just how high was the mental activity of this guy with the bowl cut?
He twisted his waist in time, the steel bar grazing his clothes, and then he flipped his left hand and grabbed the iron chain wrapped around his arm, pulling it forcefully in front of him. He then spread his right hand and pressed it down straight down.

'Shouldn't this guy show his true skills now?'

'...' But unexpectedly, there was none.

The man with the bowl cut suddenly looked down and slammed his head hard into Han Su's right hand.

The head's strength was extraordinary, actually making Han Su's right wrist go numb.

At the same time, his left hand, which was handcuffed, flicked, and the steel bar in his hand flew up, which he then bit down on with his lowered head.

Then he spun around suddenly, as if he had a knife in his mouth.

The sharp steel bar grazed Han Su's neck with a "whoosh".

Han Su was less than half a centimeter away from having his throat slit by the sharp end of the steel bar.

Even he felt a bit of sweat on his forehead from this unexpected danger.

If it weren't for the numerous trips to and from ancient castles that honed his exceptional reflexes, his neck might have already cracked by now.

If this guy's hands weren't chained, and if he had a knife in his mouth, his head would probably be separated from his body by now.

'But why isn't this guy using any ciphertext or spells?'

Han Su suddenly steeled his resolve, but his expression became even more relaxed. With a swift movement, he still smiled at the man with the bowl cut and said, "Third, until you're ten years old..."

"Shh!"

Han Su suddenly sensed that the air density around the pot-lid head had changed abruptly. This was because the pot-lid head's mental activity had intensified, which immediately affected the fluctuations in the surrounding space.

He suddenly recited the fisherman's chant, and his mental power was instantly activated and concentrated in his right eye, immediately unleashing the power of the "Giant's Eye".

This power arises from the gaze and is unavoidable, but its harm to people begins from the surface and gradually deepens. The more one focuses on a spot, the stronger the damage; the longer one focuses, the greater the power. It is perfect for forcing someone to retreat.

Unexpectedly, the man with the bowl cut head strode forward against the giant's force.

Under the gaze of the giant's eyes, his loose prison clothes suddenly burst open, revealing his six-pack abs, which he usually looked like he was working out.

The bowl cut head is now bald, with crisscrossing scars.

Several huge, crisscrossing cuts were visible on his body, ranging from 30 centimeters to 10 centimeters in length. They were roughly stitched together, leaving jagged needle marks, with even black thread still attached.

Looking at the scars all over his body, Han Su was slightly taken aback, the white light in his eyes dimmed a little, while the bowl-cut man suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head to look at him.

His eyes had turned completely black without him noticing, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched.

The next moment, the stitches on the knife wound right in the middle of his chest snapped.

The wound opened up and turned into a mouth, with fine teeth and a bright red tongue faintly visible inside.

A dense, indistinct sound suddenly emerged from that mouth, filling the air with fine, sharp creases, as if something hidden in the deepest part of space was rapidly awakening.

The air was filled with a putrid smell, as if everything was rapidly aging and decaying, accompanied by an old and strange chuckle.

The pot lid's eyes turned deathly white in an instant, and black lines began to crawl all over his body. His expression became extremely exaggerated, and even his handcuffs and shackles shattered into pieces.

The speed seemed to transcend space, reaching right in front of Han Su.

What exactly is hidden inside this guy's body?

At that moment, Han Su also felt a strong sense of alarm, and he could hardly describe the impact that intuition brought him.

The man with the bowl cut didn't use any cipher spells; he seemed to have skipped that stage entirely.

Right now he……

...Not human!
The thought inexplicably popped into his mind, but all the cells in his body also became active at once. He suddenly shifted his body to the side, dodging the grab, then took a step to the side, bent down and picked up the briefcase he had placed in the corner, and turned around to block it.

Turning around abruptly, I saw the bowl-cut man's face with an exaggerated and bizarre smile right in front of me, his arm covered in black threads reaching out to grab me.

This was precisely where Han Su had placed the mechanical fragment. As soon as he touched the box, Han Su infused it with his spiritual power.

In an instant, both of them heard a rapid "tick-tock" sound.

Han Su had already anticipated this day when he decided to put the mechanical fragments in his suitcase and carry them with him.

A suitcase can prevent outsiders from perceiving and spying on mechanical fragments, but it cannot prevent the mechanical fragments themselves from penetrating and contaminating the outside world.

Back then, both Han Su and Wei Lan wore gloves and were also contaminated by mechanical fragments; they were essentially the same.

The man with the fierce-looking bowl cut suddenly froze, as if all his bones had been removed, and his body went limp for a moment.

But he managed to hold on, pressing one hand against the ground to prevent himself from falling.

But as the mechanical fragments contaminated him through the suitcase, the ruthlessness on his face vanished abruptly, replaced by a momentary distortion, terror, and a hint of confusion.

Han Su was in no hurry to act, but simply let him hold the briefcase. Only when he saw his pupils suddenly contract and his face showing a subtle coexistence of confusion and clarity did he suddenly take a step back with the briefcase in hand.

He smiled and said, "Long time no see!"

(End of this chapter)