It's time to become an evil god.

"You're just going to let him go like that? This is a crucial mission!"

When Section Chief Xing heard these words, he felt like vomiting blood. You dismissed it with a single, casual remark. So all my worries were for nothing?

Red Superman, like a honey badger who doesn't care about life or death and is ready to fight if he's not convinced, flicked the blood off his fist and said, "Anyway, all I want to do is fight. I participate in missions because I want to fight. Do you understand?"

Another one who's about to explode is the undead Raminis. I was expecting a dressing room battle, but the two of them inexplicably made up.

"There are unseen spirits in this house. Should we try using the spirit communication device?"

Section Chief Xing rummaged through some corner and found a psychic disk with 26 letters on it. He blew off the dust and placed it on the table.

"and many more."

Section Chief Xing interrupted Bai Ge's actions, saying with a serious expression, "We still don't know what the consequences will be if we use the Spirit Disk to summon the game in this place."

Bai Ge asked, "Are you scared?"

Section Chief Xing shook his head and said, "No, I mean the lingering vengeful ghosts should be scared. Look at you two, one is a perverted masked killer who beat a monster to death, and the other is a non-carbon-based life form with no bottom line and will stop at nothing. Apart from vengeful spirits rushing to the underworld to be reincarnated, no ghost would be stupid enough to come here to die, right?"

As a mid-level staff member of the Special Affairs Bureau, Section Chief Xing carefully considered and analyzed the situation, saying, "We need to find someone who seems easy to bully and honest to complete the summoning ritual. Hmm? Wait, why are you two looking at me like that?"

"We have unanimously decided that you will be the decoy."

Section Chief Xing took a deep breath, placed his hand on the alphabet board, closed his eyes, and concentrated. He vaguely felt a chilling sensation enveloping his entire body, and then his hand began to move unconsciously. He suddenly opened his eyes and gestured to Bai Ge, saying, "Something's approaching."

Section Chief Xing's hand, gripping the letter board, began to tremble uncontrollably, as if something was controlling him. Bai Ge whispered, "Why don't you greet them first and ask them a few tentative questions?"

"I'll give it a try."

Dealing with the mysterious and bizarre requires a death wish; you can never guess what those ghostly things are thinking. After pondering for a long time, Section Chief Xing finally moved the indicator, moving it back and forth between a few letters, and finally it came together into a sentence.

Who are you?

The three men kept their eyes fixed on the alphabetical display. Without any intervention from Section Chief Xing, the indicator began to move automatically, and their eyes followed its movement.

"M, O, T, H, E, R, F, U, C, K, E, R?"

Completely bewildered, Section Chief Xing looked up, nervously swallowed, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? What is he trying to tell us?"

If I'm not mistaken.

Bai Ge rested his chin on his hand and compared the information displayed on the spirit disk with what he had just seen. "The one who was talking to us should be Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Mafia."

Chapter 178 Knowledge Changes a Damn Fate

As soon as he finished speaking, the indicator in his hand began to move uncontrollably again, as if pulling on Section Chief Xing's arm and moving it arbitrarily, eventually forming a sentence once more.

“MOTHERFUCKER”.

"See, I told you I was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Bai Ge seemed very confident in his correct deduction, but Section Chief Xing frowned and asked in a low voice, "Then how should we reply to him?"

"I'll handle this kind of communication with spirits. I used to love chatting with my friends in the cemetery late at night and telling ghost stories. Every time, I could scare my friends so much that they would quickly close their coffins."

Is this a friend from the underworld?

Upon hearing this, Section Chief Xing retorted, "...Why am I not surprised at all to hear such words coming from your mouth?"

Bai Ge took the spirit communication disc from Section Chief Xing's hand. After pondering for a moment, he began to turn the indicator and move it to the corresponding letter. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the spirit communication disc, wanting to know how Bai Ge would communicate with the spirits remaining in the room.

Ultimately, the spirit board converged into a single sentence.

"Long live Hydra!"

"Grass!"

Even in the dream world, Section Chief Xing felt a surge in blood pressure. Luckily, he wasn't one of the players who was working with him on the mission, or he probably would have had a stroke.

"Something's up."

Red Superman pointed to the white wall, where blood-red characters began to appear, flowing like blood and slowly coalescing into a sentence.

"My notebook... in the corner... the third drawer..."

The third drawer?

Bai Ge stepped over a limp, slime-like mass on the ground, smashed it open with a punch, and pulled out a stack of densely packed data.

[July 15th. Today we're preparing for the "contact" experiment. Last week, when my partner, Dr. James, was twisted into a pretzel by tentacles like a shredded chicken, to be honest, just thinking about that scene makes my stomach rumble with hunger. I'll go to the cafeteria for some shredded chicken after the experiment today, and then when I have the weekend off, I'll book a hotel room to properly comfort her widow.]

[July 17th, today's "Contact" experiment is not going well. Never mind, let's play a game of Gwent first.]

[August 19th, playing Gwent]

[August 21th, playing Gwent]

[August 23th, playing Gwent]

……

[August 3rd, No, we can't continue like this! This experiment concerns the future of humanity's survival! We must find a way to break through these constraints.]

[August 4th, playing Gwent]

……

After seeing the diary, everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Is this the level of scientific research personnel in America?

"What the hell is this 'contact experiment' thing? How could they find these things in a hotel?"

Section Chief Xing's expression gradually turned serious, and he looked at Red Superman beside him. The other man also paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, don't look at me like that, I don't know."

Red Superman stammered as he explained, "Although we possess this technology, we cannot control the dream world into which other players' consciousness is drawn."

"So you don't know what place this dream is connected to either?"

Bai Ge needed to figure out what exactly was being held and detained in the Cecil Hotel. He searched through documents in the small room, trying to find any clues.

Bai Ge only understood a portion of the final experimental report; some parts of the diary were torn and scribbled over, but it didn't significantly hinder readability. It revealed that the unidentified creature unearthed in the Sentinel Mountain region of Massachusetts was secretly detained and held by the US government, which dispatched troops and scientists to study it. John, the biologist who wrote this research diary report, was one of the researchers.

Even John, the biologist in charge of the research, had never seen the thing in person, and they were not always in the lab. Every week, the staff would be rotated, and their research data would be received by PhDs from other groups.

Just as John was delving into his third week of research, his partner James, who had been torn apart like a chicken, was diagnosed with central nervous system degenerative disease two weeks later in an autopsy report.

What was originally an ordinary report has caught John's attention.

The autopsy revealed that Dr. James suffered from severe degenerative diseases beyond his years. Coincidentally, John had also recently begun experiencing bleeding gums and dizziness.

He began conducting his research independently, behind the backs of the authorities, and the final results surprised him greatly.

The "things" being detained and held in custody are releasing a type of infectious protein that can be transmitted through saliva, blood, and bodily fluids.

"An infectious protein? A prion?"

Section Chief Xing asked this question on the spirit board, and this time the other party simply answered YES.

Red Superman scratched his head and asked, "Wait, what is a prion?"

"Although prions are called viruses, they are not viruses. Strictly speaking, they are not even living organisms, but merely some structurally abnormal proteins that do not contain nucleic acids."

"Prions cannot replicate themselves. Instead, they aggregate with normal proteins, transforming them into proteins identical to prions. These proteins accumulate in the central nervous system cells, forming self-aggregating fibers through continuous aggregation. These fibers then accumulate in the central nervous system cells, eventually damaging them."

"The greatest threat is that it can cause degenerative diseases of the central nervous system in humans, ultimately leading to death."

"However, prions, like regular viruses, are also filterable, infectious, pathogenic, and specific to a host range. They are also much smaller than the smallest known regular viruses. The structure of the virus particles cannot be observed under an electron microscope, and they do not exhibit an immune effect, do not induce interferon production, and are not affected by interference."

Without delay, Dr. John immediately reported his research findings to his superiors, but he received a severe warning from the disciplinary review department and was even detained in a dark room.

The CIA director personally came to interrogate him and revealed the truth to Dr. John. Only then did he realize that Washington and Congress were not there to solve the problem at all; they simply wanted to use scientific methods to transform the detained subjects into biological weapons that could be deployed around the world to cause devastating damage to populations.

They claim it's to maintain world peace and America's unshakeable hegemonic status.

Under duress and bribery, Dr. John compromised, choosing to remain silent and continue working for them.

The following content was so chaotic that Dr. John dared not even write it down, only offering some incoherent hints. He referred to the object as Pandora's box.

Bai Ge and his group didn't know the final outcome, because the experimental notes ended there. The above only mentioned that Dr. John felt a strange unease on his last day at work.

……

What happened in the end?

Through the spirit medium, Bai Ge asked the spirit that resembled Dr. John, "Dr. John, you must know."

However, this time the spirit board fell silent and did not respond at all.

Section Chief Xing, pale-faced, said, "We only know part of the plot now; we still need to find out where that thing is."

"Stop looking, what you're looking for is here."

A strange yet familiar voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. Bai Ge subconsciously turned around and threw the ancient relic, the Holy Spear, out of his hand.

With the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, followed by the crisp clang of metal striking metal, the Holy Lance drew an arc in mid-air and embedded itself in the ground.

A bare-chested man carrying a giant bow appeared in the corridor, his hand still in a horizontal slashing stance. A huge wound had been torn open in his chest, and only half of the katana in his hand remained.

What was chilling was that his wounds were not bleeding, but were filled with an eerie mist. He was leaning against the wall with one hand, his expression ferocious and painful.

He held a stack of manuscript papers in his other hand and said, "This is something I risked my life to snatch from one of the rooms. There was a huge monster guarding the treasure chest, and several players died because of it."

For some reason, every time Bai Ge heard his deep, magnetic voice, he always had a strange feeling that the guy's next words were "Ee-de-yo, wa-da-xi-no-tama-shi, bru-ai-si-wai-te-dora-gon".

"why?"

Bai Ge said warily, "Since you risked your life to get this, why would you want to share it with us? This makes no sense. I don't think you would choose to cooperate with us, Mr. Genichiro."

Genichiro remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking and explaining, "Because I am illiterate."

“I have never been to school and I can’t read the writing at all.”

Section Chief Xing muttered to himself, "Is this what they mean by 'knowledge changes destiny'?"

“That monster went so far as to kill the Seven Guns and the Corrupted Monk, and slaughter a whole bunch of players, which means these things are very important to him. I want to work with you to find the secret behind this strange hotel.”

He wiped the blood from his face and asked, "Deal?"

Bai Ge nodded. "Deal."

However, Genichiro still kept a trick up his sleeve. He didn't give all the information to Hakugo, but only a portion of it.

Bai Ge took the blood-stained paper from the other party, glanced through its contents, and immediately fell into deep thought.

He looked up, his expression serious, and asked, "Is this the intelligence you risked your lives and sacrificed a bunch of players to get back?"