Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 191 Remembered
"I remembered?"

The white monster, or rather Bai Shixing, who had been staring intently at Han Su's expression, finally revealed an excited and thrilled expression. His resentment towards Han Su was palpable, but that didn't stop him from trembling with excitement when Han Su recognized him.

You shouldn't have forgotten me!

Do you remember when you threw me in the corner like trash?

Unable to contain his emotions, he took a step forward, his remaining eye fixed intently on Han Su:

"Do you remember when you beat me up for no reason?"

"Do you remember what you said about your whole family dying on my family's manor?"

As he said this, his angry gaze blazed out like a volcano from his eyes. "...After I fucking came back, I even went back to investigate!"

"Thirteen servants died in my garden, men and women, old and young, but none of them were related to you!"

"..."

"He, he is also..."

At this moment, Wei Lan, who was beside Han Su, also realized something from the conversation, and her voice trembled slightly.

But she didn't recognize the boy with the parted hair; the two didn't interact at the castle.

The man with the bowl cut next to him narrowed his eyes and looked at the white monster indifferently, seemingly uninterested in him.

"Mr. White Corpse, you should at least let me die knowing why..."

Amidst silent trembling and hatred, the drunkard roared in fury.

He even exerted all his remaining spiritual strength, merging it into the black lake water and fiercely engulfing the figure in the white suit.

If the initial attempts by Han Su and the Empress's organization to lure him into a trap, the betrayal of the man with the pot lid, and the addition of Rong Qiyue were enough to keep him from losing control for the time being, then the White Monster's words are now causing his entire worldview to completely collapse.

"you……"

At this moment, Han Su also felt that his voice was extremely difficult to project.

He certainly wanted to respond to the white monster, but how could he?
The so-called relatives are just a pretext to beat him up. Should I try to explain to him now?
What troubled him even more was the shock of this person's identity.

So, the enemy lurking in the shadows is him?

Was he the one who had been watching him the whole time?

Among the children inside the castle, besides those he rescued, there was also him…

Why would Miss Ai help me with this design to lure him out? Did Miss Ai already know his identity?
Or rather, many people actually know his identity?

He had already prepared to fight this monster, and had been waiting for it all night.

But at least at this moment, his desire to ask him questions outweighed his desire to kill him.

"Hey!"

As he made the slightest movement, the white monster, listening to the drunkard's howl, didn't bother to answer and simply snapped his fingers impatiently.

Among the countless mechanical ghosts that came to life, sharp mechanical objects piled up and instantly extended into the air.

The tip, like a sharp spear, instantly pierced the black tide with countless blue arcs of electricity, penetrating a figure that had merged with the black tide, and then stood upright in the night sky.

The drunkard coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his life force rapidly drained by the machine, his face full of confusion.

From his elevated position, he could clearly see the people on both sides, and clearly see the irreconcilable hatred between them.

But he didn't understand why everyone wanted to kill him.

Just as the last patch of black lake was about to disappear, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly raised his head: "Teacher, I know I was wrong..."

At this moment, the seal set up by Wei Lan had been forcibly broken.

The drunkard's spiritual power triggered a kind of resonance, and this abnormal activity, through a hidden transmission channel, traversed space and arrived at the ancient and luxurious Lilac Mansion in Qinggang.

But at this time, the gates of Dingxiang Mansion were tightly closed, and even the lights in the courtyard were not turned on.

Only in the master's bedroom, facing the worried-looking female security guard, the old man of Lilac Mansion had changed into his bedtime clothes and said in a low voice, "Go back and rest. What happens outside has nothing to do with Lilac Mansion."

"If you dare to leave the Lilac Mansion before dawn, you will be expelled from the Lilac Mansion just like him!"

"..."

The female security guard couldn't understand: "After all, he..."

"He always thought he was very smart and made the right choices time and time again."

The elderly man at Dingxiang Mansion offered an explanation for his behavior for the first time: "But he still doesn't understand."

"He knows a lot to ordinary people, and he knows quite a lot to ordinary investigators, but he knows nothing about the real mysterious world."

"..."

The female security guard was also desperate. She could hear the drunkard's cries for help outside the city, but at this point, she could only pretend not to hear him.

Unable to get a response from Lilac Mansion, the drunkard looked towards Qinggang City Center.

If the teacher doesn't respond, then what about the man for whom I've taken so much blame...?

you……

……

While the drunkard was desperately thinking of this person, in Qinggang City, Xu Ji was slumped in the corner of the old study, his head hanging low and his eyes still sleepy, looking at his father who rarely came home and always stayed in the study dealing with various matters when he did.

What was Old Deng thinking, waking me up in the middle of the night to come to my study and tell me to attend a meeting?
What's wrong? Is the Xu family going bankrupt?
Faced with Xu Ji's questioning, his father simply smiled and said, "There are some things that you shouldn't not be involved in." Xu Ji didn't understand; wasn't it usually Assistant Xu who handled things?

Why is it that even Assistant Xu wasn't allowed to come into the study to listen to today's meeting, but I had to accompany him?

Amid his confusion and dissatisfaction, Mr. Xu dialed a number using the old telephone in his study. Hearing the tired voice on the other end of the line, Mr. Xu simply smiled gently and asked, "Mr. Zhou, are you planning to attend this meeting?"

“I have been listening to Zhang Chiguo’s report.”

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled hoarsely: "The interesting thing is, you called just to ask this?"

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "Firstly, I wanted to make sure you weren't doing anything impulsive."

"Secondly, I also wanted to ask for your opinion..."

"Is the Disaster Management Bureau still necessary?"

"..."

"..."

Outside the city, in the wilderness, the howling wind blew the wild grass this way and that, like a group of wailing ghosts.

The drunkard had fully manifested in reality, his body slumped and all strength gone. He begged his teacher for help and the people he served, but received no response. He even had to think of the other three of the four investigators.

But those three had already been locked next to the black notebook, so they couldn't come either.

As for the others, they're dead, all of them are dead...

At that moment, he was like someone holding a phone, facing countless numbers, but not knowing which one to dial.

No matter where you look, there is only deathly silence. The world is empty, and even your own roar has no echo.

He finally realized that he had been abandoned.

Watching the drunkard's life force rapidly fade away and then be tossed aside like trash by the white monster, Han Su and Wei Lan didn't care at all. However, the bowl-cut man next to them suddenly had a cold and ruthless glint in his eyes.

This is the person he likes.

He has always been focused on one thing at a time.

He likes things to have a beginning and an end.

Last time, when we were investigating the D7 attack, we had just found the beginning and the end when Han Su killed the person in charge.

He was dissatisfied, but he kept quiet about it.

He was a little worried that he would be robbed when he encountered the drunkard, but fortunately Han Su and the others did not intend to do so.

But now...

……

"No matter what, we're still old acquaintances meeting again!"

At the same moment, Han Su suppressed the endless questions surging in his heart, gritted his teeth, and kept his composure: "I know you hate me, and I don't like you either."

"But since we've run into each other, you..."

He tried to keep his voice calm, carrying his briefcase, and slowly approached the white monster: "You have to talk to me, right..."

But as he approached, the white monster suddenly took a step back. He looked at Han Su with a strange expression and said in an odd tone, "Are you going to hit me again?"

Han Su paused for a moment, taken aback by the bullied tone...

"You think I don't know about your conspiracy with that machine?"

The white monster's voice suddenly turned shrill: "You think I don't know you're waiting for me here? You think I don't know Song Chu's plan?"

He fired off a series of questions, each one more venomous than the last, but his body was retreating.

As he distanced himself from Han Su, he raised his palm.

In the eerie atmosphere, Han Su could only sense the tangible malice emanating from him, with countless spiritual entities gathering and drifting, and the core of these spiritual entities could be vaguely discerned.

That was a gun.

A gun made of the palm of a hand, with the thumb and forefinger raised, the three fingers clenched together, and the forefinger pointing straight at itself.

"not good!"

The moment Han Su saw the "gun" clearly, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm and quickly withdrew.

But at that very moment, the white figure standing in that direction suddenly uttered a sound:
"Snapped!"

With that sound, an endless stream of spiritual power was compressed into a single point and roared through a distance of several hundred meters.

After passing through, the waist-deep wilderness tilted and leaned to both sides in a sharp motion.

Han Su had dodged in advance, but he still felt a sharp pain in his chest. His body flew out uncontrollably, falling four or five meters away before he finally stopped. He stretched out his left hand to press on the ground and gripped it tightly, plowing a deep trench in the ground.

Wei Lan, who was standing nearby, rushed forward to help him. Han Su opened his clothes and saw no broken skin or swelling.

But the feeling of being hit by a bullet was so clear.

He ignored his feelings and looked up, only to see an empty night sky.

The white monster had left with the last vanished mechanical ghost, leaving only a voice carried on the night wind: "Now that you've escaped the comforts of reality, what kind of skill is it to hide here?"

"When old friends reunite after ten years, we naturally need to find a place where no one will disturb us. I've missed you so much that it's etched into my very bones..."

(End of this chapter)