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Moreover, the biggest problem between the grandfather and grandson is that Goro Furuhata's son works in Osaka and only calls back to Morimi Village to say hello to his father during the New Year.

Otherwise, Goro Furuhata's mental decay wouldn't have progressed so rapidly.

It's not that the son who abandoned his father was so wrong. Goro Furuhata himself was very stubborn and didn't want to live in the city. He wanted to stay in the remote village.

What can anyone do? They're not a wealthy family, and Morimi Village is so remote that they can't even hire a nanny.

Zhang Chengyi suddenly tried to ease the tension between the grandfather and grandson, simply because he felt that they were both decent people and very loyal to him, so he subconsciously said something.

Upon hearing this, Goro Furuhata paused, then replied with a different word, "Yeah." He continued walking towards the door, saying, "I'll go see him when we move to N City."

[Still so arrogant at such an old age!]

Zhang Chengyi noticed that Furuhata Goro's mood was improving, so he smiled and shook his head. He then returned to the laboratory and called on everyone to pack up their things and prepare to move out.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, Furuhata Toshiyuki leaned closer and asked, "Has my grandfather come back?"

"Don't worry, he's fine." Zhang Chengyi patted his assistant's shoulder. "He's much stronger than you. Just using enhanced bacteria isn't enough; it's all just for show. Take some time to practice."

After saying that, he hummed a song and went out to inspect the vehicle that was specially used to transport 'teeth', and also to take a look at 'teeth' himself.

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An hour later, in the isolation room.

Tooth was no longer as calm as before. After being in the isolation room without any sound or shadow for a long time, he looked very irritable. His clothes were also very messy, with bloodstains all over the front. He even spilled blood when drinking from the blood bag, which showed how anxious he was.

"Hiss~" Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly stood up, then froze.

Having already discovered Zhang Chengyi's mind-reading ability, he shouted in his mind:

How long are you going to keep me locked up?

"When?" Zhang Chengyi put the braces on the straitjacket and then stuffed it into a large humanoid container that was somewhat similar to the Iron Maiden.

As the containers slowly closed, the fangs with their狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face received no answer, and all that remained before it was darkness.

Zhang Chengyi would never say anything to provoke a humanoid out of control. Containment is one thing, but it's best to just lock them up properly. What if they die unexpectedly from being provoked too much?

Once a robust containment mechanism is established, we might consider conducting limited harm experiments to test the extent to which uncontrolled behavior would cause the animal to leave the human body.

As he pondered this, he used his telekinesis to control the container to float beside him, flying out of the laboratory with him and being tossed into an oversized silver truck used for transporting aliens.

Sitting in the back of the truck, he gazed at the convoy in the distance and pressed the intercom button.

"Set off."

Chapter 327 How can you be sure you're not hallucinating?

Osaka, the headquarters of the Kinki Regional Public Security Investigation Bureau.

"Tap, tap, tap"

Keiichi Matsui walked past the investigators who were rushing in and out as naturally as if he were entering his own home. He was like a transparent person, and everyone subconsciously ignored his presence, easily walking into the investigation bureau full of surveillance cameras.

"Hello, where is the director?" he politely asked a female clerk who was holding some documents.

"?!"

The female clerk's expression first turned to surprise, then to delight. "The director is having a meeting with the chief investigator and the principal investigator in office 305 on the third floor."

"Thank you." Matsui Keiichi thanked him very politely, placing one hand on his chest and bowing slightly, his voice very gentle, "Please forget about me, Miss."

Under the influence of hormones and psychic superpowers, the female clerk nodded with flushed cheeks, took a few steps on her own, then raised her hand to touch her cheek, her eyes showing a confused look. She quickly lost her confusion and hurried towards the library at the other end of the corridor.

"Ding~"

Keiichi Matsui took the elevator to the third floor and leisurely found room 305.

“…It’s impossible to completely seal off N City, and there are several other beings roaming around there. If we seal off N City, it will prove that our blockade against these other beings has completely failed.”

"But if we don't take action soon, the alien creatures spreading from the Demon Mountain will surely engulf the entire Kinki region."

"you--"

"Click~" The office door suddenly opened amidst the argument.

The director, senior investigator, and chief investigator all turned to look at the door. All three were veteran intelligence officers, and even though their average age was over fifty, their vigilance was extremely high. The oldest of them, the director, had already drawn his sidearm.

After a long while, the chief investigator gave the other two a look, stood up and said, "Looks like someone didn't close the door properly again..." As he spoke, he deliberately walked towards the door.

The bureau chief and the chief investigator moved closer quietly, one on each side, to provide cover.

The chief investigator rolled out the door, and the other two rushed out as well, pointing their guns at each other's backs.

"Crash!" In the corridor not far away, an ordinary investigator was pointed at with a gun by the bureau chief. He raised his hand, and documents clattered to the ground.

"Nobody here?"

"Nobody's here."

After giving an affirmative answer, the bureau chief quietly pressed down on the button on his cuff.

The isolation measures implemented against the infiltrators who had infiltrated the Bureau of Investigation were quickly put into effect.

"Click! Click! Click!" The iron roller shutter outside the window fell down, the lights in the corridor came on, and the network and signal were cut off.

"Clap clap clap!"

Keiichi Matsui, who had watched the whole thing from his office, clapped his hands and said, "Old friend, you're over sixty years old, do you really need to work this hard?"

The bureau chief turned around abruptly and fired a shot at the person who had suddenly appeared.

"Bang! Click~ Clang!" After the gunshot, he realized that he had fired a shot at the window that was sealed off to the side, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't trust your senses too much."

Matsui Keiichi's voice came from in front of him, and the chief felt as if someone had put an arm around his shoulder. He stopped firing indiscriminately and instead tried to probe with words:

"Matsui, even someone like you has sided with an outsider?"

Becoming an outcast is not a good thing. The mere thought of having one's mind twisted and the possibility of dying for no reason is something that most intelligent people simply cannot accept.

"No no no."

Keiichi Matsui slowly stood up from his chair and smiled, "I simply witnessed the descent of a god, turned my gaze toward the true future of humanity, and chose to become His faithful believer."

"Gods." A mocking smile appeared on the bureau chief's aged face. If there really were gods in the world, how could things have turned out like this? They're probably just another anomaly.

However, it doesn't matter anymore; the completely sealed-off Bureau of Investigation building is just a cage trapping the other side.

“Old friend, I want you to know something…” Matsui Keiichi chuckled softly as the surrounding scenery changed, with one version of himself appearing around him after another, “the great Lord of the Microbiome.”

Suddenly, a burst of light appeared, and in the distorted, seven-colored world before my eyes, the clock ticked backwards.

"call!"

The director gasped for breath, the hallucination vanished, and in the blink of an eye he was back in his office chair.

The warm orange sunlight streamed onto the desk, creating a cozy atmosphere, while the clock on the wall ticked away.

"What's wrong?" the senior investigator asked, puzzled.

Was it a dream?

The bureau chief reached up and touched his cuff, his expression suddenly changing as the button disguised as a button disappeared.

“I have no ill intentions toward you,” the chief investigator’s voice rang out.

The senior investigator standing next to him added, "If I really wanted to kill you, or control you..."

"You'll never find out." Matsui Keiichi's voice was very gentle in my ear.

The bureau chief raised his gun, pointed it at his chin, and decisively pulled the trigger. Bubbles swelled against his skin.

"Boom!"

The bubbles burst, the damp feeling still lingering in his nerves. Everything returned to how they had been talking at the beginning, except that his two subordinates opposite him had disappeared, the surrounding silence was maddening, the gun in his hand had turned into a cotton candy, and the clock had stopped.

"Huff... huff..." The director's breathing became rapid.

“Sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste…” Matsui Keiichi walked in from the doorway, his expression still a gentle smile, “When your nerves send you the information I want you to know, when your brain makes the judgment I want.”

"How can you be sure you're not hallucinating?"

"Click~" The sound of a button falling to the ground rang out.

"Chief?" came the concerned voice of the chief investigator.

The director's unfocused gaze returned to him. He looked at the new invitation on the table, remained silent for a while, then looked at the door that seemed to have never been opened, the two subordinates who seemed to have noticed nothing, and the clock on the wall that had only ticked by ten seconds. He then leaned back in his chair with a sense of relief.

His expression made him look ten years older all of a sudden.

"You...you guys go out first." He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the darkness.

The two men exchanged a glance, wondering if the bureau chief had been influenced by some strange entity. They didn't say anything more and simply left quietly.

After a while, the director opened his eyes, his hand trembling as he reached out and picked up the invitation. There was nothing on it, but an address slowly popped into his mind—it was a bar they used to frequent when they were colleagues.

After he finished reading the message, the invitation disappeared from his sight, and he could no longer feel anything in his hand.

“Matsui…” At this point, he finally understood why the blockade had failed and why the US military, which was responsible for providing the last line of defense, had lost contact.

Such a terrifying anomaly is unprecedented.

Chapter 328 A Land of Outstanding People and Abundant Resources

Two weeks later, in N City, on the road in front of a three-story luxury villa in a suburban community.

"Hey, Hibino, I think this is an open space."

A boy in a black middle school uniform hooked his fingers around the shoulder strap of his backpack with one hand and asked with some surprise, "Such a big house, I don't think I'll ever forget it."

The middle school boy, called Hibino, turned his head and looked over. His expression turned to surprise, then to fear, and he instinctively wanted to get away from the eerie house.

A loud horn blared behind him. His mind went blank, and he thought he was going to die. But the next second, he felt a force behind him, and he stumbled and fell to the side of the road as a car sped past.

"Hibino! Are you alright?"

Hibino, still shaken, was helped up. When he looked up, his gaze fell on the villa not far away. A man in a black suit appeared at the door at some point and gave him a friendly smile when he saw him looking over.

[Did someone push me?] He stared blankly as the man in the black suit quietly pushed open the door and went inside, looking around the quiet street with his help.

Is this another strange thing?