Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 207 Three Bullets
"call!"

Han Su woke up with a dizzy feeling, just like after falling out of the castle.

This time is different from any other time.

There was no time to savor the fragmented memories brought about by returning to the present, nor to process the joy that came with it.

He suddenly looked up and saw the grown-up Xiao Mao walking angrily toward him.

His features were still contorted with malice and fear, and he moved forward frantically. The barrier he had been using to protect himself from the crystal pendant was now cracked and, with a flick of his wrist, it shattered into invisible fragments.

"Clap..."

Within the invisible, radiant crystal light, a large white hand swept out in front of him, covering everything.

"Give it to me, give this to me!"

He had an unusual fear of mechanical debris, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

Their desperate move at this moment seemed to stem from their concern that Han Su might actually use this mechanical fragment for something.

Little did they know, Han Su had already done what he was supposed to do.

Facing the large hand that reached out to grab him, Han Su simply closed the box in his hand and quickly retreated.

At the same time, he raised his palm and made the shape of a pistol.

When the white monster saw Han Su put away the box, it felt relieved. Although it was a little surprised that Han Su would put away such a terrifying weapon, it temporarily suppressed its fear. When it saw the gesture Han Su made to it, it laughed viciously.

"Those who imitate strange people die quickly..."

His empty hand shot upwards, aiming directly at Han Su's face: "You think you can learn my abilities? You..."

Amidst the tirade of curses, the white palm stirred up boundless spiritual power, enveloping Han Su entirely.

But Han Su raised his gun, aimed it at him, and made a "snap" sound.

In an instant, the white monster froze, its venomous expression stiffened, and its features seemed about to crack open.

He felt a sudden pain inside his body, and the spiritual power surrounding him went out of control for a moment.

A bullet that had been hidden for a very long time was exploding inside his body.

This move was learned from the White Corpse; it's a deeper application of the zero-sequence spell, "All Things Respond to My Will."

The principle behind using one's own will as a bullet to penetrate an opponent's body is extremely simple. It can only be used by a higher-level individual against a lower-level one, and the greater the difference in levels, the more effective it is. The greater the difference, the deeper the bullet penetrates, and the harder it is for the opponent to detect.

The deeper a mental bullet is hidden, the less known it is to the person struck, the more terrifying and sudden its power becomes.

Because the deeper one's consciousness goes, the more tender it becomes.

This bullet, when the white corpse was extremely weak, was already hidden deep in his consciousness. Afterwards, with his forgetfulness, he underwent repeated experiments and transformations, with various mysterious forces superimposed on him, but it only made the bullet hide deeper.

So profoundly that he himself forgot about this spiritual bullet.

Therefore, when the bullet exploded instantly, all the mental power he had activated dissipated in an instant.

In a short moment, he seemed to have become an ordinary person again.

"Shh!"

At that moment, Han Su suddenly rushed out, seizing the opportunity to get close. His movements were extremely fast, and he bypassed Bai Shi's palm like a phantom. He clenched his left fist and delivered a solid blow to Bai Shi's left ribs, causing Bai Shi's back to arch.

His eyes widened suddenly, he almost vomited, and his expression of disbelief fell sharply on Han Su's face:
"Mental bullet, when will you..."

Han Su turned around and delivered a piercing eardrum palm strike, sending him flying.

Even without his mental activity activated, the white corpse, with a body almost like a human, endured those two blows, becoming almost like a puppet with its strings cut. This was because he had already comprehended the code of life, and even without any mental activity, his physique was still different from that of an ordinary person.

Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death by those two blows.

"Shoot..."

With the sound of countless copper-colored blood slicing through the air, the copper followed the white corpse as it fell away.

They transformed into various shapes, trying to imprison him.

"you……"

The white corpse was enraged to the extreme; before the copper-colored blood even hit the ground, the mental activity within its body was already reactivated.

His body jolted, and all the copper-colored blood that came near him was shaken and could not get close.

His eyes were now bloodshot, and his intense killing intent made him want to eat people.

But when he opened his eyes, he only saw Han Su raise his hand again, make the shape of a gun, and aim once more.

"Snapped!"

Another psychological bullet has been fired.

The white corpse had just activated its mental activity when it vanished without a trace in an instant, its eyes wide with confusion.

"you……"

"Bah!"

Han Su stepped forward, swaying left and right, and landed a straight punch on his face, followed by a sweeping kick that knocked him to the ground, and then a soccer kick that sent him flying four or five meters away.

The successive blows left the white corpse completely stunned, and the bigger problem was that he didn't understand.

The two consecutive mental attacks made him feel like a lamb to the slaughter, or a human punching bag, being beaten so badly by the little investigator that he could barely utter a complete sentence.

"You want to know when I left you the mental bullet?" "That's not important..."

As the white corpse staggered as it rose to its feet, Han Su, his face fierce, rapidly approached:

"I could hit you when we were kids, and I can still do it now!"

"I told you to calm down, but you wouldn't listen. Well, I'll beat you until you calm down!"

"..."

"Damn, damn!"

The white corpse got up, wiping the blood off his hands. He looked like a madman, his head still spinning from the beating.

At first, he would laugh when he was beaten, and he could even yell and come back when Han Su cut his body. But now he was really angry and furious when he was beaten, as if he had returned to the castle and the scene of this unreasonable guy beating him up.

He started by slapping me hard across the face. Did he even realize how much damage that slap caused to someone who had never been hit before in their life?

Even later, when he was with the monster, he would always think of that big slap, and at the same time, he would think of the words that the guy inexplicably said to him along with that slap.

I kept thinking about it over and over again...

As a child, he didn't understand, but as he grew older, he realized that it was his words about the servant being buried in the back garden that had angered this incomprehensible fellow. The hatred in his heart remained, but he was no longer able to justify it.

Without a strong sense of justice, one cannot generate resentment; one will only have the obsession to return the slap in the face.

But to my surprise, I was beaten again.

"Come on, come on..."

This feeling of anger upon anger pushed him to the brink of madness, leaving him only able to scream.

It's ironic that the slaps I received as a child have now become the beatings I'm getting, giving me a sense of the inevitability of fate.

At this point, his attacks became less methodical; he only knew how to throw punches to vent his anger.

But amidst his roar, Han Su quickly closed in, staring intently into his eyes, forcibly suppressing the anger within them. Then, in the instant he was close, he gathered spiritual power in his left hand, and a cross-shaped copper scar appeared, which he then plunged fiercely into Han Su's chest.

"laugh!"

At this moment, the flesh and blood, which were completely devoid of any spiritual activity to protect them, were utterly unable to withstand Han Su's attack.

His left hand, imbued with the power of bronze, grasped the still-beating heart inside the white corpse's body.

Han Su stared into the white corpse's eyes: "Now, can you calm down?"

"you……"

The white corpse's crazed expression faded rapidly.

The slap from ten years ago and the beating now, where the victim has no power to resist, intertwine to create a sense of helplessness.

If you can't beat someone who bullied you when you were a child when you grow up, it's basically like a trauma.

The instinct to submit is at work.

In particular, the three consecutive mental bullets made him suddenly realize the gap in skill:
The power of copper had been taken from him, and the mental bullet had negated all his mental power from the most basic level of logic. This meant that he was just an ordinary person in front of Han Su.

This is just like those people in the lab; their level of power isn't important, what's important is...

...I was powerless to resist.

He strained to look up at Han Su, and then he thought of the most terrifying figure in that ancient castle. While all the children were daydreaming in the cellar, this guy came and went freely, even easily taking care of the hunchbacked man on the first floor, and then mysteriously disappeared.

After he came out, he saw the media in Qinggang saying that this guy was the only child who had escaped from the castle.

fart!

Only he knows what this guy means by "escaping".
He was in the castle as if he were on vacation, coming and going as he pleased.

He even took one person with him.

No matter how ordinary such a person may appear on the surface, how could one possibly contend with them?
"Ha ha……"

He laughed, opening his mouth, which was missing a tooth and full of blood, his voice filled with a venting mockery:

"With your great abilities and status as the heir to the bronze throne, what else do you want to know from me?"

Han Su stared into his eyes: "Of course, it's about how you ended up in Qinggang, and who tortured you, these things..."

He actually had countless questions in his mind, and wished he could communicate directly through mental power. However, when facing hostile people, the practice of directly exchanging information through mental power was too dangerous.

What was even more unexpected was that, in response to his question, the white corpse suddenly burst into a somewhat manic laugh:

Are you playing dumb, or are you just messing with me?

"Don't you know who tormented me?"

"That woman has always kept photos of you as a child on her desk..."

"If she hadn't protected you, do you think I would have waited until now to come to you?"

"..."

"what?"

Upon hearing this news, Han Su felt a chill run down his spine, and the image of the woman who had taken care of him when he was a child suddenly flashed through his mind.

(End of this chapter)