Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 215 Han Yun's Scheme
One day ago, the capital of Shu in central Sichuan.

Wang Zhenqiu received a call from Hao Yi, the head of the Southwest region.

"Ball, I have a temporary task."

While following a round-faced man with a thick beard, Wang Zhenqiu whispered into his earpiece, "Just a moment, I'll be done here."

Then, pulling his hat down low, he watched as the man walked into a hotel. After glancing at the hotel's name, Wang Zhenqiu clicked his tongue and showed a slight expression of disdain.

After all, this hotel is very famous in some circles in Chengdu!
"Hey Uncle Hao, can you find me a more normal target next time? It's happened so many times already. I may dress a little unconventionally, but I'm a real man!"

As she spoke, Wang Zhenqiu skillfully changed into the hotel "work clothes" that had been prepared beforehand, put on glasses and high heels, and disguised herself as an intellectual, aloof blonde mature woman before entering the hotel.

The hotel receptionist initially tried to stop him, but another receptionist pointed to Wang Zhenqiu's Adam's apple, and the receptionist, with an expression of understanding and amazement, let Wang Zhenqiu in.

Fifteen minutes later, in a hotel room, Wang Zhenqiu swiftly knocked out three male superhumans, then notified the relevant personnel from Nadutong to take them away and finish the job.

"Speak, Uncle Hao, what is it?"

Wang Zhenqiu leaned against the wall, looking extremely lazy, with a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth, watching the employees of Na Du Tong clean up the mess with expressions of indifference.

"The company has an experiment related to divine willpower, and you should know the risks involved. Not long ago, one of the researchers went mad, completely lost himself, and even his appearance changed..."

As Wang Zhenqiu listened to Hao Yi's description on the other end of the phone, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"In short, this experiment is embodied in the one who completely believes himself to be Li Xingyun, the one who stepped out of the world of 'The Legend of Qin.' He not only possesses martial arts skills that seem to originate from the embodiment of his own willpower, but he is also extremely emotionally unstable, and..."

Hao Yi paused for a moment: "He disappeared from the heavily guarded laboratory not long ago."

So what is my task?

Wang Zhenqiu licked the lollipop, already sensing trouble, but more than anything, he was intrigued.

He himself also possesses the technique of the God Mask, but this is the first time he has ever seen someone act to the point of losing their own personality, let alone an anime character.

This is...so exciting!
“Find him, observe him, and keep him calm as much as possible. The company needs to assess the impact of this deep impersonation on the Inhuman psyche, and the extent to which he has mastered the power.”

Hao Yi said in a serious tone: "The latest clues indicate that he may appear at the Chinese-style comic convention held in the city center in a day."

"Understood!"

Wang Zhenqiu dragged out his words, hung up the phone, glanced at his work clothes that he hadn't changed out of, and pouted: "Looks like I'll have to get a comic convention outfit. I just don't know if Uncle Hao can reimburse me."

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The comic convention was bustling with people, and cosplayers from all walks of life were moving around.

Li Xingyun stood blankly in the crowd, seemingly out of place, yet strangely blending into this group of people who were almost like demons and monsters.

He pressed his aching temple, fragmented memories surging within him: Yuan Tiangang's questioning, the sandstorms of the northern desert, Ji Ruxue's cold body, and the frozen images of Yang Shuzi and Lu Linxuan.

"Is it another hallucination?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes scanning warily the strangely dressed crowd and flashing lights around him, his inner energy unconsciously circulating in his meridians.

Now he really can't tell which one is real and which one is fake.
"Hey bro, are you cosplaying Li Xingyun?" A cheerful voice interrupted his thoughts.

Li Xingyun whirled around and saw a blonde woman with fox ears and a bright smile approaching him. He instinctively took a half step back, his hand reaching for his waist, but found nothing; Tang Hengdao wasn't there. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Zhenqiu, just call me Qiu'er!"

Wang Zhenqiu smiled and extended his hand, but his eyes quickly swept over Li Xingyun's entire body, assessing his mental state and physical posture.

"Your outfit is really nice, and you've got the style down perfectly. Which studio did you get it done?"

Li Xingyun did not shake hands, but stared intently at the other person: "Who are you? And where is this place?"

Wow, you're really into the role, bro!

Wang Zhenqiu praised exaggeratedly, but his heart skipped a beat: "Uncle Hao was right, this guy is seriously ill."

He maintained his smile, withdrew his hand, and pointed around: "This is a comic convention, everyone comes out to have fun and dress up as their favorite characters. Look, that's Zhongli over there, and Rem and Gojo Satoru are over there too."

Li Xingyun looked in the direction the finger was pointing and saw an orange-haired youth surrounded by rock element effects, which were actually plastic plus LED lights.

A blue-haired girl in a maid outfit carries a foam meteor hammer, while a blindfolded white-haired man makes strange hand gestures.

Li Xingyun frowned. He couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all: "What is a comic convention?"

Wang Zhenqiu's face stiffened, and he thought to himself, "Has this guy completely forgotten his memories of modern society?"

In other words, one must treat the other party as an ancient person, completely like "Li Xingyun".

Wang Zhenqiu lowered his head in thought. If the other party truly regarded him as Li Xingyun, then it was something he should pay attention to…

He suddenly smiled knowingly, coughed, and said, "The commander-in-chief has ordered me to come and meet Your Highness."

Li Xingyun's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked abruptly at Wang Zhenqiu, grabbing his wrist with such force that Wang Zhenqiu gritted his teeth inwardly: "You know Yuan Tiangang? Where is he?"

"Ouch, be gentle, buddy!"

Wang Zhenqiu gasped dramatically, quickly judging in his mind: "Highly aggressive, with severe cognitive impairment, but seemingly logical."

"There are too many people around here, why don't we find a quiet place to talk? I know a teahouse nearby that's quite secluded."

Li Xingyun stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly released his grip, his eyes still sharp: "Lead the way. If you dare to try anything funny..."

Wang Zhenqiu rubbed his wrist and chuckled, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

He turned to lead the way, and the moment his back was to Li Xingyun, the smile on his face vanished, and his fingertips secretly pressed the miniature communicator hidden in the fox's ear.

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Private room in the teahouse.

Wang Zhenqiu sipped his milk tea, looking at Li Xingyun sitting upright across from him, who frowned after taking only a sip of tea.

"So, you really are Li Xingyun? From the world of 'The Legend of Qin'?" Wang Zhenqiu asked, his mouth full of air, biting his straw.

"Painting Rivers and Lakes, Bad Guys?"

Li Xingyun repeated in confusion, "I don't understand what you're saying. I only know that I am Li Xingyun, a direct descendant of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, a disciple of Yang Shuzi, and once served as the commander of the Tian An Xing Bad Men."

(End of this chapter)