Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 328 Little Master

As Han Su drove quickly to the front of the Green Hat Bar, he saw the man with the bowl cut gracefully jump down from the low building opposite the bar.

He wasn't wearing prison clothes, but rather an expensive casual suit that looked somewhat loose. Even his scarred head had grown a short stubble, making him look less ferocious than before.

Han Su then remembered that this time, the guy with the pot lid had been temporarily pulled out to help when he went home to visit his family. It seemed that he came here immediately after receiving his notice, without even changing into his favorite prison uniform.

"It's still inside."

The man with the bowl cut glanced at Xu Ji and Xue Zhi in the car, then ignored them and said to Han Su, "But I need to know, are you planning to kill it?"

"If so, then I need to make more preparations. This creature is different from what we usually see, and it will be difficult to kill it."

"..."

"biology?"

Han Su also found his description strange: 'Could he have targeted the wrong person?'

"intuition!"

The man with the bowl cut noticed Han Su's confusion and calmly turned to look at him: "The old singer you asked me to keep an eye on, in my intuition, isn't a person. She's more like... a strange beast!"

"Dangerous and mysterious, despite her alluring appearance, she remains a beast at any moment, capable of devouring people with her open jaws!"

His earnest description made Han Su feel a slight chill.

Because of their heightened mental activity, superhumans possess keen intuition and are able to detect the danger posed by other living beings.

But the bowl cut hairstyle was the most dangerous one Han Su had ever seen.

Now he actually thinks that old singer is dangerous?
"Chen... Chenji?"

While he was pondering, Xu Ji stuck his head out of the car and stared at the bowl-cut man for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he tentatively called out, which startled Han Su. He didn't expect Xu Ji to know the bowl-cut man.

He had no memory of the castle, so when had the two met?
When the man with the bowl cut heard Xu Ji mention his name, he simply nodded and said, "Xu Ji."

"It's really you!"

Xu Ji suddenly became excited, pushed open the car door and got out: "It's been so many years! You had a mushroom haircut in elementary school..."

"Haha, what a small world..."

"I remember the last time I heard someone mention you, it was someone saying you were executed for murder. They really know how to spread rumors..."

"..."

The man with the bowl cut turned to him, grinned slightly, and said, "It's not a rumor, I really did kill someone."

"Forehead……"

Xu Ji, who had just emerged halfway from the car, froze, forcing a stiff smile: "Where's Chen Gui? The older brother who was always by your side back then, I remember he took good care of you..."

The man with the bowl cut chuckled and replied, "Dead."

"Aha..."

Xu Ji's face froze completely, and he slowly shrank back into the car, regretting it so much that he wanted to slap himself.

Why should I greet my classmates at this time?

How wonderful it would be to lose your own love!
Han Su then realized that Xu Ji and the guy with the bowl cut were actually elementary school classmates.

If we look at their life trajectory from when they were kidnapped and brought into the castle, they, along with themselves and Xue Zhi in the car, had all attended the same primary school, although most of them were temporary transfers.

However, after they were rescued from the castle, all traces of their previous school transfers were erased.

In terms of their original life paths, many of them were completely unrelated.

It's unexpected that Xu Ji and the guy with the bowl cut would have anything in common. However, considering they are both people of considerable status, it's not surprising that they belonged to the same high-end circle in elementary school. As for the guy with the bowl cut they mentioned...

Han Su didn't ask any more questions. He already knew that the guy with the bowl cut had his own story, and if he didn't want to talk about it, there was no need to force him to know.

"Let's go in and take a look first!"

Han Su spoke in a low voice, picked up his black briefcase, and walked into the bar.

The man with the bowl cut nodded slightly but did not follow. Instead, he walked into the alley next to him, preferring to hide in the shadows.

But Han Su knew that he would step in when the time was right.

As for Xue Zhi and Xu Ji, they are both ordinary people and there is no need for them to follow him into the bar.

When I came here with Xu Ji before, it was still early and the bar was bustling with activity. Now it's dusk, and the city's neon lights are flashing, but the bar has become quiet, as if it were empty.

When Han Su stepped into the dimly lit bar, he discovered that there were actually more people there than before.

Those rich young masters are still here, crowding the place to the brim.

Previously, Han Su hadn't felt anything special about these people, but now, upon closer inspection, he discovered something remarkable: when Xue Zhi approached him, he showed him a list, asking him to see who on the list were his own people.

There were indeed some of our own people inside, but there were also many who had nothing to do with the castle.

And now it seems that almost all the wealthy young men who frequented this bar are on that list.

However, they had previously been enthusiastic, arrogant, and obsessed with the singer's performance on stage, but now they all seemed to be under a spell, sitting blankly in the bar.

Some were still cheering with their mouths wide open, while others were drinking with their heads tilted back, their glasses already empty, yet they still held the glass to their faces.

The elderly singer sat languidly behind the bar, a glass of red wine in front of her. In her hand, she held an exquisitely carved Chinese long-stemmed pipe, slowly puffing on it, the smoke rising and dissipating in the bar's stagnant light.

Han Su, reminded by the pot-headed man, dared not be careless.

He slowed his pace as he approached and began to speak gently: "I am a Qinggang investigator, codename Butcher."

"Madam, you need to provide a reasonable explanation for what you did to these people."

"..."

Now that we are in Qinggang, Han Su naturally needs to follow the rules of the Qinggang Disaster Management Bureau when he speaks and acts.

Upon hearing Han Su's words, the old singer gently raised her head.

She exhaled a puff of smoke, and behind the smoke, her gaze held endless laziness and a hint of a smile: "Butcher? That's a really unpleasant name."

“I saw you when you were very young, and I must admit you’ve grown into a fine young man, but I didn’t come to Qinggang to see you.”

"..."

Han Su's expression hardened slightly: Had she seen him, it was tantamount to admitting her identity?

This also proves that she was indeed connected to the emperor and the castle kidnapping case.

Having slowly adjusted his stance, Han Su asked in a low voice, "So, who are you here to see?"

"Find a group of people who once made a pact with my master."

The singer behind the bar slowly swept her gaze over the rich young men and ladies in front of the bar, whose bodies were frozen in place by a mysterious force. She smiled slightly and said, "Of course, it's not these kids. I'm referring to their parents and families."

"I came here this time to check on behalf of my master to see if their fathers broke their promise and secretly replaced or sent these people away."

"...Now it seems that the master's guess was correct; indeed, many people have broken their promises."

"..."

Han Su couldn't understand what she was saying, but his pupils contracted slightly as he asked the question he cared about most: "I have a friend who likes you a lot, but I suspect he's been affected by something abnormal, so I need to come and investigate. You..."

"Young Master!"

The old singer suddenly looked up and interrupted Han Su with a very strange title.

With a gentle smile on his face, he said, "Believe me, it's perfectly normal for him to like me."

"This is written into the underlying logic, so there is no need for that kind of inferior pollution."

"Although you are my master in name, you are still as weak as a kitten, and I am not some obedient servant. So, when I'm doing important business, don't interfere, or I might accidentally hurt you..." "..."

'Owner?'

Her inexplicable address startled Han Su, who looked at her with an extremely strange expression.

Just then, the old singer suddenly looked up slightly, glanced at the bar entrance, and smiled gently, "My guest has arrived!"

Han Su didn't need to turn around to hear the commotion outside.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the street, and luxury cars, rarely seen in normal times, rushed and panicked onto the not-so-wide cobblestone road in front of the bar.

The pedestrians were surprised and panicked, but were quickly cleared out. The sound of helicopters could even be heard overhead. Then, Han Su could hear the sound of sniper rifles being set up in the building further away.

The area outside the bar, or rather the street, suddenly became incredibly crowded.

But despite the large number of people who arrived, none of them uttered a word. Even when the luxury cars arrived, not a single door opened. One could only sense anxious eyes peering out from behind the privacy windows, yet they remained tense and dared not make a sound.

Amidst the chaos, the old singer simply picked up her wine glass and swirled it in her hand.

She wasn't in a hurry to greet them either, seemingly just admiring the important figures who hadn't yet gotten out of their cars.

To her, she was like a star in the center of the stage, greeting the guests who supported her with a sense of reserve and arrogance.

"I think I guessed wrong..."

At the same time, outside the bar, Xue Zhi and Xu Ji, after receiving Han Su's instructions, not only did not get out of the car, but the two of them immediately locked the car windows, one hiding in the driver's seat and the other in the back seat, peeking at the commotion inside the bar.

Seeing so many people suddenly arrive, and a luxury car cutting in front of their vehicle, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and heavy.

Xue Zhi suddenly frowned and muttered to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

Xu Ji immediately turned to look at him and asked, "What did I do wrong?"

Xue Zhi said, "I originally intended to use you as a scapegoat, but now it seems that you were the one who was supposed to be the scapegoat."

Xu Ji: "?"

Xue Zhi comforted him, "Don't worry, you're not the only sheep."

"I was caught in a mental trap, constantly thinking about how to hide him, but actually..."

"...No, absolutely not!"

"My analysis of the errors in Qinggang is correct, but the results I derived are problematic..."

"..."

"..."

"Brother Butcher, can you tell me what the hell trouble I've gotten myself into this time?"

Meanwhile, in the bar at the same time, with the arrival of various luxury cars and armed forces, a figure carrying a briefcase hurriedly walked in. It was none other than Mr. Green Hat, one of the three investigators of Qinggang.

He guessed there was a problem as soon as he received Han Su's inquiry call, and rushed over immediately, becoming the first professional to arrive at the scene besides Han Su.

However, he, who was usually quite carefree, was now sweating profusely, and his face contorted in disgust when he saw Han Su confronting the old singer.

"It just so happens that things are going on in Qinggang at this time. I've already given up on the idea of ​​being promoted to independent investigator. I'm only thinking about maintaining my current rating and having a smooth transition during this critical period of power shifts in Qinggang..."

"How could simply paying someone to hire a singer cause such a huge problem?"

"..."

Han Su was too lazy to pay attention to him. This cuckold wasn't as annoying as the previous drunkard, but he wasn't likable either.

We won't discuss whether people like the code names.

Most importantly, at this moment, facing that mysterious singer, this person's arrival would probably be of little use.

"Mr. Butcher."

At the same moment, a gentle and kind voice rang in his ears. Unbeknownst to him, another slightly plump figure slowly walked into the bar. He saw Han Su there, paused slightly, and called out his name softly as a greeting.

After returning from Baila Mountain, the four independent investigators from Qinggang went into seclusion, seemingly engrossed in some research. Meanwhile, Li Moses, always a laborer, was immediately reassigned upon his return to hunt down the old man at Dingxiang Mansion, an accomplice of Secretary No. 5.

Zhao Fantian did not issue any direct orders and did absolutely nothing, so the only thing that happened here was that Wang Fotuo was promptly summoned over.

“Buddha, sir.”

Han Su heard this, and simply tilted his head slightly and nodded gently at him.

He had already realized that this old singer was not simple. With a golden cell undergoing secondary division as an assistant, the chances of success would be much greater if they really had to take action.

Wang Fotuo did not step forward to squeeze into Han Su's spot; once inside the bar, he naturally stood there.

Having witnessed Han Su's actions before they reached Baila Mountain, the four independent investigators from Qinggang, no matter how arrogant they were, would no longer underestimate Han Su.

His natural action was seen by the hat that had turned around, as well as by the woman in the red trench coat who had just been ordered to set up defenses outside the bar, and by Miss Crow who was with her. They were all clearly startled.

He was filled with shock: That was an independent investigator, a legendary figure, why was he being so polite to that new investigator?

"All right."

As three investigators appeared inside the bar in succession, and countless others were deployed outside, the old singer didn't even bother to look up. She simply took a couple of puffs of her cigarette, seemingly calculating whether the people she was waiting for had all arrived.

When they reached the intersection of two streets, the last luxury car screeched to a halt. She nodded slightly, put down her pipe, slowly stood up, and said, "I have only two purposes for coming to Qinggang this time."

"First, I'll clean up your mess!"

"Secondly, on behalf of the doctor, I want to remind you not to forget your previous promises, and not to forget what your original destiny was!"

"..."

She spoke softly, but when she said the last word, she suddenly looked up, and her pupils seemed to contract and then dilate rapidly.

In an instant, it was as if a bolt of cold electricity exploded inside the bar.

So fast that no one could react, a strange mental ripple spread from that single glance throughout the bar, then the entire street, and then into the bodies of countless investigators sitting in luxury cars, armored vehicles, or in the shadows.

The moment that eerie gaze touched them, everyone heard a "thump".

That was the sound of their heartbeats.

But with just this one sound, as if caused by this mental ripple, their hearts suddenly skipped a heavy beat, but then strangely stopped immediately.

Suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down.

The hearts of everyone on the street, from the wealthy people in their luxury cars to the armed guards and the investigators, were hijacked by her single glance. They not only stopped beating, but were also on the verge of exploding at any moment.

"Ok?"

Inside the bar, Han Su and Wang Fotuo simultaneously shifted their stances, instantly tensing up.

Only the two of them were spared from having their hearts hijacked by this mental ripple. The green-hatted man standing next to them was frozen in place, his face covered in cold sweat.

Just who is this woman?
Han Su and Wang Fotuo were both extremely tense, knowing that their hearts had not been hijacked only because their golden cells had begun to grow.

However, the power this woman unleashed at that moment was simply terrifying.

The elderly singer did all this by simply listening quietly. In the dead silence of the entire block in front of the bar, there was a sudden sound of a car door being opened after a long while.

Inside a luxury car, a trembling hand struggled to open the door. The person inside was obese, his white shirt soaked with sweat. He clutched his heart, as if the act of simply opening the car door had exhausted all his strength.

Then, one after another, regardless of whether they were parked near or far, the doors of all the luxury cars were opened, revealing desperate faces inside.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a building over 100 meters high, on a helicopter whose rotors had not yet completely stopped spinning, the cabin door was opened, and Xu Ji's father, supported by Xu's assistant, stepped out, his figure slightly unsteady.

His heart wasn't being controlled, but the expression on his face still held a deep despair as he looked down at the bar below, as if gazing into an abyss of immeasurable distance.

　I had a fever for two and a half days and took oseltamivir. Later, someone told me that succinate was more effective, but I had already taken four oseltamivir tablets, so switching to succinate would be a waste. However, thinking about how I managed to skip work for two days while having a fever, it was actually quite enjoyable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)