Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 187 The Pursuit of the Bowl Cut (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)

"He is still alive..."

A normal person would surely die if hit solidly by the ghost truck and then run over repeatedly. However, Han Su and Wei Lan were both eager to see him under the truck bed, but before they could see his current appearance clearly, they could already smell a strong, fishy stench.

Both of them became alert and took a step back.

With a hiss, a potent neurotoxin was suddenly released from beneath the ghost truck.

Within a radius of six or seven meters, even the weeds withered at this time, and if a person were to come into contact with them, they would likely be in immediate danger.

The drunkard escaped from being run over by the ghost truck, his body now transformed into a bloated sea monster.

It was unclear how many bones in its body were broken, but it managed to survive being crushed by the ghost truck thanks to the slime on the sea monster's body and its unique resistance to pressure.

The moment the drunkard escaped from under the car, he began to chant in a low voice, "Sequence Number 08 [Devil's Kiss]!"
When he emerged from under the car, all his bones were shattered. But as he stood up and took a step with his left leg, the broken bones in his left leg were rapidly healing, and when he landed, they were already able to support his body.

As he stepped out with his right leg, his right leg returned to normal. When he threw a punch, his arm bones cracked and his twisted shape became taut and straight.

Even within this punch, a terrifyingly active spiritual power began to coalesce.

The punch was aimed directly at Wei Lan.

At this moment, Wei Lan was in a hurry to put away the three mirrors to prevent the stolen spiritual power from being taken away. However, he did not expect that the punch would come so fast. All the refraction prisms that he had set up in front of him collapsed rapidly under this punch.

In a moment of crisis, she suddenly made a tough decision and removed the cat-face mask from her face.

A strikingly beautiful face appeared in the drunkard's field of vision, with slightly parted red lips.

The drunkard was already filled with murderous intent and had a cold and hardened mind, but when he suddenly saw this face, his hands and feet actually stiffened slightly.

It was as if it wasn't my will at work, but my body that was resisting my commands at that moment.

An answer flashed through his mind instantly:
The Queen Organization's three-second survival principle!
This semi-public, mysterious organization has a unique ability among its members that is known throughout the entire mystery world, yet no one seems to have a way to counter it: immortality for three seconds.

No matter the circumstances or the enemy, as long as you reveal your face when danger is imminent, it will cause the opponent to hesitate and not be able to bring themselves to kill you immediately.

Of course, while it's said to last three seconds, it often doesn't even last three seconds, but it can certainly make someone pause for a moment.

The drunkard felt as if he had been in a complete daze for a little over a second. When he suddenly came to his senses, Wei Lan had already retreated quickly.

But unexpectedly, the drunkard, seeing the danger, also relied on instinct and fell backward instantly. The next moment, the banshee projection on his body became more and more solid, and with an eerie speed, it returned to his body.

Banshee Sequence [Swift Shadow].

When it moves, it is as elusive as a ghost.

"Damn, he's hard to kill!"

On the other side, Han Su saw the drunkard regain his strange speed, and at the same time, he felt that his mental power was about to be exhausted.

This attack was meticulously planned and was also a prelude to another guest.

But to my surprise, the drunkard was still so difficult to kill. If this dragged on any longer, wouldn't everything be delayed?
If even a drunkard has to pull out all the stops, how can you entertain real guests?
"Big star..."

With this thought in mind, he gritted his teeth, shouted the code name Wei Lan, and at the same time, all his mental power suddenly concentrated in his right eye.

In an instant, a blinding white light burst forth from his right eye—the eye of the giant.

The power of the Giant's Eye is the strongest, but it takes time to take effect, and with the Drunkard's speed, it's difficult to concentrate it on him.

But at this moment, as Han Su released the power of the Giant's Eye, Wei Lan retreated rapidly, his hands making rapid movements, instantly condensing pieces of mirror in the air.

Han Su's right eye had difficulty catching the drunkard's figure, but it landed on the mirror next to Wei Lan. After being reflected, it quickly chased after the drunkard's hazy figure. Then, the arrangement of all the mirrors kept changing, reflecting Han Su's gaze at the same time.

In an instant, a cage was formed, their gazes intertwined, completely locking the drunkard within their eyes.

At this moment, the drunkard's expression changed drastically.

Now that his injuries have just healed and his mental strength has been stolen, the drunkard, caught in a pincer attack, seems to be feeling the pressure for the first time.

Just as the blinding white light was about to engulf him, he mustered all his strength, his spirit penetrating reality, summoning a shadow beneath his feet to hide himself inside.

At the same time, he shouted with all his might, "Help me!"

"..."

Originally, I wanted to hold back a little longer, to force out the person behind Han Su first, or to grab the information before calling that person out, but now I can't care about that anymore.

Due to a certain misjudgment, he was unable to suppress this newcomer and the members of the Queen's organization, so now his only option was to save his own life.

The initial plan was to ask D7 to help, and then keep him here so that the later reports would be easier to write. But now, the priority is to save my life!

"Whoosh..."

The wind suddenly turned much darker, and the wild grass was blown down as if to make way for it.

On the other side of the fallen weeds, a figure suddenly rushed forward with lightning speed.

When they were still twenty or thirty meters away, the figure had already leaped into the air. In the night sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and a huge moon appeared in the sky.

It illuminated everything in the world.

A bald head covered in scars, resembling a bowl cut, wore an excited smile. His body possessed a spiritual vitality that was difficult for ordinary people to comprehend, allowing him to fly across an unreasonable distance and strike Han Su directly.

At this moment, Han Su finally reacted, put away the Giant's Eye, and barely turned around to face the attacking monster.

The drunkard was overjoyed!

Seizing the opportunity, he flashed through the gap in the mirror set up by Wei Lan and quickly made his way to Han Su's motorcycle parked in the distance.

The advantage is tilting in our favor.

But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred. The monster rushed to Han Su's side, and without thinking, Han Su raised his left hand and shoved the monster.

With the monster's own strength, plus the help of Han Su's left hand, the speed instantly increased, and it quickly somersaulted several times in the air, arriving in front of the drunkard.

In that instant, the drunkard only saw a face rapidly approaching with a surprised smile, before he was struck hard in the chest.

A dagger plunged straight into his chest and then slashed downwards.

This knife was so ruthless that it was almost like cutting him open.

An indescribable look of astonishment flashed across the drunkard's face. He suddenly waved his hand, shoving the other person away, and staggered backward.

Feeling the knife wound in his chest, even the [Devil's Kiss] would find it difficult to heal in a short time.

It's psychoactive!
A person with sufficiently high mental activity can inflict injuries on their opponent that cannot heal in a short period of time.

This person's sudden attack was tantamount to inflicting an irreparable wound.

However, when he looked up at the three figures standing in front of him, he could only look incomprehensible. In particular, the person standing to Han Su's left, half-squatting on the ground, with a wide grin on his face, was showing an indescribable excitement.

"why?"

"..."

Only time has allowed me to ask those three words, but there are so many things I want to ask.

The drunkard's expression was so utterly bewildered that he seemed to have lost all control, as if his entire understanding of the world was about to crumble.

Is this some kind of ridiculous joke?

Have they all gone mad?
Why are you targeting me too?

Actually, I did have some doubts along the way, which is why I signed a contract with you and only then did I feel at ease continuing to use you.

But why would you rather suffer the backlash of the contract than stab me in the back?

"Because I just wanted to see your expression right now..."

The man with the bowl cut admired the confusion and astonishment on the drunkard's face, and explained in a friendly manner, "I know you became suspicious of me halfway through, so you wanted to sign a contract with me, and I agreed, because, as long as I can see this expression on your face..."

"Even if there are some backlashes, it's all worth it..."

"..."

"Madman! Madman!"

The drunkard investigator's face was twisted with incomprehension, disbelief, and utter absurdity. His anger towards the pot-headed man even surpassed that towards Han Su and Wei Lan.

Those two people at most just wanted to kill him, but this D7 was clearly toying with him!

With a roar, he disregarded the wound on his stomach, squeezing out strange and indistinct syllables from his throat. His whole body was shrouded in a hazy aura as he lunged at the man with the bowl cut.

At this moment, Han Su actually understood the drunkard quite well.

Once it was decided to entrust this matter to Pot Lid, it was indeed entrusted to him. After all, focusing on doing one thing at a time is Pot Lid's personality.

But Han Su didn't mind how exactly to do it.

I have absolutely no problem with you secretly gathering evidence and killing the drunkard.

But now it seems like this guy's understanding might have been flawed...

His greatest desire was actually to see that bewildered expression on the drunkard's face.

For this reason, they even went so far as to sign a contract with a drunkard, only to suffer the consequences themselves.
You don't need to push yourself so hard, bro...

As the drunkard yelled the word "madman" and lunged at the man with the bowl cut, Han Su cursed inwardly, "Pervert!"

And yet, I'm also relieved that this pervert is on my side...

　Old Ghost really didn't slack off, he's begging for votes, brothers!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)