Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 161 Forbidden Surgery (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote)
Han Su felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He stretched out his hand to the man with the bowl cut and said happily, "Give me the relevant information."

For Han Su and the guy with the pot lid, it seemed like a very natural thing. The two reached out and shook hands, and their mental energy, carrying relevant information, was transmitted in. Han Su received it smoothly, and so everything ended so simply.

Some taboos and precautions in the mysterious realm do not exist between each other.

When the man with the pot lid met Han Su and Wei Lan, they briefly explained what they needed to do, and then, without any lingering attachment, severed their spiritual connection with the place and disappeared from the room.

Wei Lan, however, remained extremely interested after the man with the bowl cut left. This was the first time she had met someone other than Han Su who shared a similar fate with her, excluding Xu Ji for the time being.

Is our friend a doctor by profession?

This question stumped Han Su. After thinking about it carefully for a moment, he said, "More or less!"

"He has a lot of experience in performing surgery."

"..."

Wei Lan remarked, "Our friends are all quite accomplished; some are celebrities, some are doctors, and some are super-rich second-generation heirs."

Han Su thought to himself, "Maybe they're mercenaries, prisoners, or even idiots?"

But the meeting was over, and everyone had a general idea of ​​what to do next, so Han Su focused his attention on the forbidden surgery he was about to perform.

He first closed his eyes slightly, activated his mental activity, and immersed himself in the mental fragments transmitted by the bowl cut man, which was his complete experience and perception when he underwent a forbidden surgery.

Han Su is a natural master in this area, with a strong talent for reading memory fragments. However, under normal circumstances, he cannot immerse himself in other people's memories at will. Even if it is memory theft, it must be done from a third-person perspective.

But what Han Su wanted was that extremely subtle experience, so he chose to immerse himself completely.

Little by little, memories crept into his mind, as if he had returned to the life of the man with the bowl cut, taking his place and experiencing that surgery.

...What the hell?
...It was only at this point that Han Su learned that when the man with the bowl cut was undergoing forbidden surgery, he didn't use anesthesia?
He felt every subtle sensation during the surgery, bit by bit, seeing countless cold steel needles and sharp scalpels cutting into his brain, and feeling as if mysterious coded incantations were being chanted around him.

After he finished experiencing this memory, he was drenched in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked through.

In this memory, it felt like three and a half hours had passed, but when I woke up, I realized that only a minute or two had passed. The time I experienced in the memory was different from the actual time.

To be on the safe side, Han Su tried it twice more.

At this point, from the perspective of superimposed perceptions, Han Su had essentially undergone three such forbidden surgeries himself, and had a profound understanding of every detail.

"So……"

When he opened his eyes for the third time, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Wei Lan seriously, and said, "I need to have the surgery. It can't be disturbed during the process, so you..."

Wei Lan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I'm here!"

Han Su smiled and nodded, handing the crystal pendant to Wei Lan. It activated a barrier strong enough to cover the entire apartment. He was somewhat surprised that this little thing that Miss Ai had suggested he keep could actually play such a big role.

With the crystal pendant and Wei Lan by his side, Han Su was able to clear his mind of all distractions. So, he silently recited the cipher incantation number 06.

All things respond to my will!

【…】

【…】

"Wake up, wake up..."

At this moment, the mental projection returned to the S-class experimental subject, Ripper, in a deep underground base. Countless hands were waving before him, and four or five people in full protective suits and masks watched him nervously.
"You were unconscious for almost seven minutes. Where did you go?"

"Also, what did you do after leaving the base today? And, and most importantly..."

One of the researchers, who was clearly older, asked in a trembling voice, "Can you tell us how you escaped this time?"

As Ripper lay on the iron bed, his gaze slowly left their faces, seemingly unconcerned about their anxiety and tension. He simply stared at the ceiling, but his usually empty eyes now held a hint of excitement.

"I'm even more excited than when I came back from the last mission involving two humanoids..."

A younger researcher nearby looked at the monitoring equipment, his voice even trembling slightly: "Perhaps, perhaps he really can become a normal person again?"

"Shut up!"

The old researcher rebuked him mercilessly, glancing back at the person on the iron bed. He knew in his heart that someone who had already undergone seven surgeries could not possibly return to normal.

But no matter how strange he becomes now, no matter what happens, his surgeries must continue, and the documentation must continue.

He simply stared at the Ripper's deathly pale face lying on the bed, hardened his heart, and said, "Keep the records. This time, we released him on a mission, and the results were exceptionally good. From now on, remove any abnormal protection on him and put him into normal use." "This…"

The researchers beside the iron bed knew what this meant; their eyes, behind their masks, were filled with extreme terror.

"listen to me!"

The senior researcher spoke decisively, then personally pulled over the equipment and said in a deep voice, "Now, continue to monitor and record him in detail. From now on, every time he comes back, the monitoring must be carefully recorded."

"Now..."

Normally, the monitoring would be conducted directly, but this time, he couldn't help but ask the Ripper, "How did you feel that excited emotion? Can you try again?"

The Ripper didn't react, and the people around him looked at each other, somewhat unable to understand the old researcher's question.

Asking this kind of question is meaningless...

The old researcher seemed to realize he was overthinking things, sighed softly, and began operating the machine to open the Ripper's skull. As the massive machine started running, they suddenly heard a low sound, stopped their actions, and felt an unusual shock.

It was the Ripper. He lay on the iron bed, slowly opening his lips and uttering a faint sound, which, if listened to closely, sounded like a song:

So many wine glasses hanging in the air, your cheeks are as red as strawberries.

Tonight, we won't leave until we're completely drunk; tomorrow's sun will be my blanket...

The young researcher couldn't contain himself and exclaimed softly, "His...excitement is getting stronger and stronger..."

……

……

Protected by the crystal pendant and with Wei Lan watching over it, the top floor of the apartment building seemed to have become a place isolated from the world.

No one knows what happened in that tiny apartment in this vast city.

In the room, amidst the faint singing voice that was almost inaudible, Han Su held his breath and focused his mind, using the mysterious power of the cipher incantation numbered 06 as a knife to begin imitating the forbidden surgery that the bowl cut man had undergone, targeting his own mental power.

Of course, you don't actually need to open your brain, but it still carries great danger.

But what choice have I ever had?
That's already pretty good. After deeply experiencing the memory of the bowl cut surgery, the rest seems to have become much simpler.

His own mental length has reached twenty segments, which are like batteries that he can replace regularly.

Improving the activity of more than twenty battery sections simultaneously is an extremely difficult task.

In that case, we'll first improve the activity of one section of the battery, and once the activity reaches the target level, we'll add the next section.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be more difficult for them to achieve a mental separation than for someone else, because it would be equivalent to cutting off time within their own mental world.

However, because his mental capacity already had a noticeable sense of discontinuity, he had a natural advantage in undergoing this surgery. If one had to describe it, Han Su was not cutting, but rather reinforcing the existing foundation.

They can use their own mental characteristics and strengthen those characteristics to resolve their current predicament.

Han Su didn't understand what this meant for him; he just felt that a unique path was unfolding before him.

After careful consideration and clear understanding of everything, the surgery began.

And also in this city, deep within the masses living their lives in reality, there seem to be some beings quietly listening to this song, quietly watching all of this, and sighing softly:

"He really didn't waste any time; he came up as soon as he found out..."

"Is it because you've protected him for so long that you're a little reluctant to let him go?"

"My emotions aren't important. I just hope he can get some rest in reality, otherwise when he comes to his senses, all that's left is exhaustion..."

Between the two of you, who is actually having a harder time?

"I am just a machine. I don't have a heart made of flesh and blood, so I don't feel hardship."

"Perhaps it's simply because he instinctively understands that he's running out of time, which is why he's so eager to set off?"

"At that moment, he didn't know..."

"...The war has not just begun, but has been going on for a very, very long time."

(End of this chapter)