Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 184 I'm here to collect my debt.

Having received a promise from the people inside the prison van, he was finally relieved and quickly turned to leave.

Reaching the temporary shelter, amidst waist-high weeds, he slightly raised his hand and softly recited:
In the name of the Midnight Banshee!

A deep, hissing, mysterious voice emerged from his mouth, instantly engulfing the raging winds that swept in from all directions.

It seemed as if a thick black shadow had spread out in front of him, engulfing a vast expanse of wild grass.

It was as if countless strange and active things were leaping and colliding in the shadows, emitting excited and eerie sharp cries. The drunkard stepped into this darkness, and his entire figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

He seemed to be traveling through an unreal world, or perhaps, like a lake.

However, this lake exists in a parallel world to the real world.

He waded through the black lake, searching for a trace of blood. As the blood aura grew stronger and clearer, he emerged from the lake and appeared at a three-way intersection of a road.

It was pitch black all around, with only a few embers of fire illuminating the bloodstains on the ground.

What he saw was a nightmarish scene.

Corpses, vehicles, machinery.

Everything was twisted and dilapidated, pieces scattered about, and you could even see crushed flesh and blood stuck to the asphalt. Faces that had become cold and hard still retained the stiffness of fear and despair before death.

They're all dead!

In that instant, even a drunkard felt his body tremble uncontrollably.

Even when he received the news and had a bad feeling, he never expected it to be like this.

All dead!

There were forty or fifty people, all trying to stop a mere investigator, and now they've all died here.

The dead shall return!

He gritted his teeth, chanted a secret mantra, and slowly raised his palm upwards.

He used all his strength to try to awaken the remaining spiritual power of these people and find out what had happened to them.

But as a result, he tried three times and still failed.

Seeing their tragic state, he couldn't help but recall the people who had been ordered to track them out of the city after the party at the Lilac Mansion. They had also died suddenly, without any clues, and there was no way to even investigate them.

But this time is different. Last time it was just some insignificant peripheral personnel, but this time, they are all people registered with the Disaster Management Bureau...

Things spiraled out of control beyond imagination.

Too many people have died, and no one can cover it up anymore. Perhaps, even without that information being leaked beforehand, someone would have found out that these people came under his orders, which would still affect his promotion or cause other terrible consequences...

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He suddenly clenched his teeth, raised his palm, and then slowly pressed it down.

The strange and obscure incantations were chanted, and a huge black shadow appeared within a radius of several hundred meters.

He summoned the "black lake," where all the corpses, guns, wrecked vehicles, and everything in reality began to sink into it.

Once the lake had completely swallowed everything, the surrounding area had become clean and tidy.

It was as if nothing had happened.

After doing all this, he was filled with a strange power.

Even its eyes had turned completely black.

He slowly raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and in the next moment, a mysterious and sinister power was activated.

It's like opening an eye high in the sky, looking down at the real world, scanning every corner around.

The speed was extremely fast. In less than ten seconds, the drunkard saw Han Su, who was riding a motorcycle and speeding towards Qinggang City, ten kilometers away, through the "eye" in the air.

"Is it useful to cover it up?"

"Do you really think you have a chance to take that document back to Qinggang?"

Even the drunkard would find it hard to believe that he was now uttering such a venomous sound.

But he never harbored extreme hatred for anyone. He bit his palm, clenched it tightly, and blood began to drip.

As the blood touched the ground, the shadows from all directions began to stir, thick as ink, growing larger and larger, as if they possessed some kind of life. They quickly gathered around him, starting from his feet and struggling to climb up his legs and waist.

When the clusters of shadows gathered around his lower body, a look of pain flashed across the drunkard's face.

But he gritted his teeth and let the shadow devour him completely.

With only his head sticking out, a cold glint appeared in his eyes:
"Mr. Ripper, it's time to make your move!"

"..."

"..."

In the B-sector detention center, inside the vehicle holding D7, a low laugh suddenly rang out. Then, the door of the prison van, which was quietly parked nearby, slowly opened.

A person wearing shackles slowly walked out of the prison van.

He slowly stretched, seemingly very interested in what was about to happen.

In this scene, there is another person who he barely finds worth glancing at.

So, he looked several hundred meters away at the place where the black notebook was being sealed, and his lips twitched slightly.

That's considered a polite smile.

"Ok?"

Next to the black notebook, Rong Qiyue sat in a folding chair, looking with satisfaction at the three investigators in front of him who, despite their considerable abilities, could only obediently remain trapped here.

Three blocked, one sealed, and as the drunkard left, they were all very anxious but could do nothing. But at that moment, they suddenly heard the green-hatted man whisper, "Why did you do this?"

Rong Qiyue was slightly taken aback and looked at him: "Oh?"

The green-hatted man's hand remained hovering over the black notebook, unable to pull away, but his voice held a hint of anger:
"So, the so-called S-class threat, the Mother Divine Tree, it's all fake, right?" "This threat didn't even reach the level you described!"

"..."

"You just realized that?"

Rong Qiyue couldn't help but laugh and said, "But I can take responsibility for my profession. This really does originate from the Mother Divine Tree. Moreover, given time, as the pollution grows stronger, it is indeed possible for it to develop into an A-level, or even an S-level, isn't it?"

The man in the green hat hissed in a low voice, "Nonsense, the key question is how long will it take?"

"It hasn't been long..."

Rong Qiyue picked at his ear and said, "With careful cultivation, the pollution here will reach S-level in just three years."

Upon hearing his words, not only the green hat, but also the red trench coat and the night light, all turned extremely ugly.

three years?

The mother has already given birth to two children, let alone the Mother Divine Tree?
Rong Qiyue spoke up at the right moment: "But you must not get too excited. Although it was fake at first, you have now begun the sealing process. If you are not careful, this thing will devour all your spiritual power. At that time, the A-level will be real."

"you……"

The man in the green hat dared not be careless, and even the man in the red trench coat and the man in the night light were on high alert, their expressions filled with indescribable anger: "Why did you do this?"

“It’s very simple…”

Rong Qiyue slowly sat back in the folding chair, admiring the three investigators' performance of being held captive by a notebook, both angry and afraid to move, and smiled, "Because this young master is happy?"

Without shedding a drop of blood, the three were left in the arena, unable to move or leave.

Rong Qiyue could only marvel inwardly at his own genius.

"The castle is definitely of high status. Considering that I've forgotten about being kidnapped, and my grandfather didn't even notice, the castle might even have the power to rewrite the world..."

"My brother said I was the fourth one to be rescued. Does that mean there were already three members before me?"

"No, that mushroom-headed guy has already been shot, which means there were only two?"

"No matter what, every team needs a bad guy. Grandpa said that as long as I play a bad guy, people will understand what I do. This time, my performance will definitely leave a deep impression on my older brother, right?"

"..."

The more he thought about it, the more satisfied he became, and the wicked expression he had practiced in front of the mirror habitually appeared on his face. But just then, his scalp suddenly tingled slightly.

My eyes just glanced over there unintentionally and I seemed to see a familiar gaze, and my expression instantly crumbled.

"Who is that?"

He rubbed his eyes hard, his gaze traveling hundreds of meters to a prison van at the infected shelter. It was completely empty, with not a soul in sight.

But Rong Qiyue's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Am I seeing things?
That guy, who was like a demon in my newly recalled memories, wasn't he already executed?
……

……

In the waist-high weeds, Han Su felt the hairs on his body suddenly stand on end, as if he were being watched. He knew what had happened, so he simply stopped running.

He turned the car around and stopped in a flat area where the weeds were low. Then he picked off the burrs that were stuck to his pants one by one.

In the surrounding darkness, there seemed to be many more ghostly sounds, and the night was thick and sticky, like a tide.

"Are you still running?"

When that voice, filled with resentment and gritted teeth, rang out not far away, Han Su turned his head.

He saw a large area of ​​shadows writhing there, and a figure was growing out of the shadows, getting taller and taller as it approached, as if it had stepped out of a damp lake, its face as cold and damp as if it had been soaked through.

An investigator specializing in alcoholism.

Han Su saw him coming and showed a sincere, expectant smile.

The drunkard looked at Han Su with unspeakable anger in his eyes: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Faced with his anger, Han Su had nothing to say. He simply picked up his briefcase slowly and smiled, "The stuff is in my hands. What else do I need to say?"

The drunkard's expression turned cold, and his anger quickly subsided. His gaze darkened, and he said in a low voice, "I'm too lazy to ask Zhang Chiguo what kind of tricks he's up to, and I don't want to tell you how much trouble you've caused tonight. I just want to tell you!"

"You can't possibly bring this information back to Qinggang!"

"..."

"If my only goal was to send this information back to Qinggang, then I have already succeeded."

Han Su stepped off the motorcycle, placed his briefcase on the steering wheel, and smiled sincerely.
"But I've been busy all night, waiting for you, Mr. Drunkard!"

"..."

"you?"

He spoke so casually that the drunken investigator instinctively took a step back.

But after taking that step back, he froze slightly, because he suddenly realized that the wind around him had weakened, as if something was blocking the wind that was sweeping across the entire wilderness.

He paused slightly, turned his head, and saw a figure behind him. It was a woman wearing a cat-face mask and extremely baggy clothes, but still appearing slender.

The other person walked slowly forward, with fine glass crystals appearing in the air behind them.

From the outside, it looks as if a giant mirror has appeared in the wilderness, magically concealing them.

The drunkard naturally understood what this meant, but he couldn't comprehend it, and even felt a bit like giving a bitter laugh:

"As for it?"

"..."

"There's a price to pay for profiting from human suffering, Mr. Drunkard."

Han Su calmly looked up at him and said softly, "Now, I've come to collect my debt from you!"

(End of this chapter)