Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 190 White Monster
"Appeared……"

The moment Han Su heard that voice, he felt as if he had been electrocuted and immediately turned around to look.

Mental activity does not require conscious effort; it can be activated in an instant.

My pupils contracted and contracted again, as if trying to capture the light from further away and see the person's face clearly.

It was him, the transformed monster!

Ever since he joined the Disaster Management Bureau, or even before he joined the Disaster Management Bureau, he had been keeping an eye on his monster.

A monster whose origins and reasons are unknown, who is known only to be exceptionally terrifying yet also to hate him.

A person whom even the Song and Chu states greatly feared.

The enemy Miss Ai spoke of, the one truly hiding in the shadows.

This trip wasn't for that document; the drunkard was just an appetizer. The real person I was waiting for was him.

But at this moment, a strong sense of urgency arose in his heart, not only because the monster had been hiding in the dark for too long, but also because Han Su had just heard his voice.

The voice was completely unfamiliar, yet his tone and intonation felt strangely familiar to Han Su.

With his mental state heightened to its peak, Han Su only needed one glance to take in the other person's outline, noticing his tall stature, white suit, golden hair, one eye covered by an eye patch, and snakeskin briefcase.

Han Su, almost mechanically, scanned the other person's features deeply into his eyes.

However, what followed was a sense of unfamiliarity; she had never seen this face before.

The two completely different feelings of unfamiliarity and familiarity intertwined to create a complex and strange feeling, causing intense unease in my mind.

"Finally see you."

As Han Su struggled to discern the truth, the man in the white suit also stared intently at Han Su, chuckling softly.

"I've finally waited for you to emerge from the cradle!"

"It's time to settle our accounts..."

"..."

Every word he spoke to Han Su was spoken with such earnestness and clarity, as if he were afraid that Han Su might not hear him clearly.

Every word seemed to be steeped in resentment and malice.

This intense sense of familiarity caused Han Su to sway slightly, and his surprise and doubt reached their peak.

Not only him, but Wei Lan behind him also slightly raised his head at this moment: "It's him..."

Even Wei Lan flashed to his side, supporting him and asking anxiously, "How are you?"

“He’s the monster who was spying on you when you subdued the ghost truck. I have scars on my face from him, I know it’s him…”

"..."

Han Su nodded slowly, and under the pressure of endless doubts, gritted his teeth and spoke:
"Keep him here. If he comes in, you must trap him, even if it's just for a few seconds!"

"..."

Who exactly is this white monster, and why does it hate itself so much?
Han Su stared intently at the face two hundred meters away. He couldn't recognize it, but a strong sense of unease kept building up.

It almost burst out of my brain.

But things still need to be done. Now that he's out, we need to be prepared to keep him here.

Miss Ai once said that the moment this monster saw her, it would be unable to restrain itself and would rush towards her.

If he gets close, we must keep him here.

Although he felt a strange emotion that he hadn't expected before, he chose to trust Miss Ai's judgment.

"Mr. Bai, I'm almost..."

Amidst the angry shouts and curses, the drunkard's voice sounded exceptionally strained.

He actually wanted to maintain his composure; urging someone to help quickly when they had already appeared would make him seem too embarrassed.

But he was helpless. He had tried his best to summon more lake water, but the mysterious power of D7 was too strange. Its speed of devouring the lake water had even exceeded his imagination.

If he doesn't summon it, the lake will be quickly swallowed up; but if he continues to summon it, his spiritual power will be rapidly depleted.

He could only grit his teeth and shout, "What you wanted, I've prepared...it's ready!"

The lake water was splashing all around, and from the dark water, countless corpses began to emerge.

One body after another, piled up into heaps.

A deathly pale face, empty eyes.

Han Su glanced around and recognized some familiar faces, including Aries investigators and Black Star investigators.

These are all the roadblocks he killed before, and the drunkard has actually collected them all?
The Night Banshees, who once inhabited this region, were monstrous creatures that lived in the Black Lake. They liked to hide corpses in their lair, thus giving the Black Lake the ability to store corpses. But with so many corpses, who knows how long it took to collect them?
Now all the corpses have surfaced in the lake, and the drunkard's gaze towards the man in the white suit carries a sense of urgency:

'I've agreed to your conditions, and I've prepared what you wanted. You…'

'...'

"Look closely! See me clearly!"

The white-suited monster, despite the drunkard's urging, completely ignored him and stared intently at Han Su.

He stared intently at Han Su's gaze as he looked at him, observing every change in his facial expression.

His outstretched right hand slowly rose once more. Blue arcs of electricity began to flicker between his fingers, imbuing it with a mysterious aura.

The electric arc between his fingers was merely a trigger.

As he raised his hand, even the sky began to fill with dark clouds, churning and rolling like a projection of another world.

Thick arcs of electricity could be faintly seen flashing within the dark clouds.

The next moment, he suddenly grinned and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snapped!"

With that crisp sound, the electric arc between his fingers sparked, and then, dark clouds filled the air, and countless currents of electricity instantly descended from the sky, striking the surrounding corpses like snakes.

All the corpses that the drunkard had painstakingly collected were now as if awakened, convulsing and trembling.

The corpse and the various discarded mechanical and steel parts beside it quickly attracted each other and merged.

In the blink of an eye, they had transformed into indescribable mechanical monsters, shaking as they opened their eyes and stood up.

In this deathly desolate wilderness, countless bizarre corpses suddenly appeared, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

They climbed and moved one by one, like an indescribable, eerie legion.

"The power of the heir..."

The drunkards hidden in the black lake, despite their own inherent danger, were somewhat distracted by this level of power.

He looked at Han Su and the others with a fierce gaze.

This is the most terrifying monster in Qinggang. He has always known that he has a natural ally in dealing with Han Su.

Beside Han Su, Wei Lan's face had turned ashen.

Looking at the endless stream of mechanical ghosts, she instantly realized that she couldn't possibly stop them.

One's own seal will inevitably be broken.

At that moment, Han Su raised his head with difficulty: this white monster had too many illogical aspects.

Can the methods I've prepared really solve the problem?
"Whoosh..."

Amidst all these thoughts, the white monster transformed the corpses in the entire black lake, but instead of commanding them to charge at the crowd, it laughed wildly and triumphantly, then gently snapped its fingers again.

These endless mechanical ghosts had just awakened when suddenly, they surged out in a rolling torrent.

They didn't rush towards anyone, but instead, like black carp, they swarmed out in droves, roaring out.

It instantly broke through the glass crystal formation that Wei Lan had set up in the southeast direction, and climbed straight up in one direction, surging into the night.

"This……"

The drunkard, who was struggling to stay afloat, suddenly stopped: "What's going on?"

Things didn't go as he expected; they were completely beyond his comprehension, leaving him momentarily stunned.

The white monster, meeting his astonishment, finally withdrew its gaze from Han Su's face, its single eye icy, its voice filled with resentment and contempt: "You really thought I came here to seek cooperation with you?"

"Do you really think I need a piece of trash like you to reclaim my rightful place as heir?"

"I hate them, and I hate you too!"

"From the moment you wrote that report, you were destined to die a thousand times over, and even that wouldn't be enough to atone for your sins..."

"Ha ha……"

Amidst his exasperated laughter, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a dazzling, round ball of electricity rolled out, landing in the black lake water. It exploded instantly, and streaks of electricity spread out, swimming through the black water.

The drunkard let out a terrified and desperate scream. The lake water evaporated inch by inch, and his voice became hoarse and out of control: "How could you play tricks on me too?"

And amidst the drunkard's desperate, almost frantic screams, Han Su finally recognized him, trembling all over:
"It's you!"

The white monster's appearance and features had changed drastically; only the resentment in his eyes, and his contempt and hatred for the drunkard, finally made Han Su recognize him.

"How...how did you get out?"

"..."

If you only look at his face, his appearance has changed so much that Han Su can't match it at all. However, the hatred he has for the drunkard is exactly the same as that between Han Su and the child in the castle, which makes Han Su's sense of familiarity reach its peak.

The disdain and contempt in his eyes when he looked at the drunkard finally made Han Su connect this white monster with someone from his memory.

Someone who had also appeared in the castle, but whom Han Su had never considered rescuing...

At that moment, Han Su's heart pounded so hard it almost stopped beating.

Once you understand something, you understand it all. Originally, no matter what, Han Su couldn't match him with the annoying guy in his memory.

But after that thought flashed through his mind, he remembered his strangely familiar eyes, the few remaining impressions of his features, and the arrogance and resentment in his tone.

Finally, at this moment, they were completely pieced together.

The powerful impact struck his heart, and he even felt an indescribable sense of astonishment: how did he end up here if he hadn't saved him?
The child of Secretary Number Two.

Nickname: Little Parted Hair.

His real name is Bai Shixing.

(End of this chapter)