I write obituaries for the gods

"Mingzhu Beach District, St. Paul Hotel, seventh floor art exhibition, tomorrow night at 7 pm."

"Here it comes..." Lin Chen sat up.

It seems the Church of Mentis is finally going to meet Lin Chen.

A grand hotel...an art exhibition...that's really classy.

Lin Chen put down his phone, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day was a long-awaited day off.

In principle, there should be a 2-3 day break after each operation, but Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi don't really follow the rules.

With one conspiracy after another from the foundation and a crisis looming, neither of them had much time to rest and could only steal moments of leisure from their busy schedules.

However, today's task is in the evening, and the countermeasures project against Triton is in Professor Isabel's hands, so they don't need to do any work.

Let's just take a good rest for a day.

Lin Chen slept until noon before getting up. As soon as he got up, he saw Lao Jiang bringing in braised pork ribs. The family then enjoyed a simple lunch together.

"Your 296 is so cool! I heard more than a dozen 'wow!' sounds when I came back from grocery shopping today," Jiang Zhengge complained, holding his rice bowl. "Did we really have to make it this stylish?"

“It is indeed a bit too conspicuous,” Lin Chen nodded. “How about I resell it secondhand?”

“No need for that. I would suggest you use this car to create a fake identity,” Jiang Zhengge said.

"Fake identity?"

“Look at you, now Triton has put you in the open. You can go anywhere in your Bureau of Investigation trench coat and you’ll be recognized pretty quickly.”

Jiang Zhengge carefully analyzed the situation for Lin Chen.

"Since things have come to this, and you've managed to snag a car that's completely out of your class, why don't you create a fake identity that's completely out of your class?"

"Something like a vest?" Li Zhanyi looked up. "Why don't I have one?"

“You’re not that famous, don’t worry.” Jiang Zhengge said, gesturing with his chopsticks.

"...So hurtful."

“I’d rather not be so famous,” Lin Chen sighed. “Old Jiang, any suggestions?”

"Simple, they're just opportunistic businessmen."

Jiang Zhengge smiled faintly.

"Since you've taken over Tom Connell's car, you can take over his villa as well. The story is easy to make up: you're a businessman from America who's just arrived in Yudu and is planning to invest in something here. Then just find a witness in the relevant field to cooperate."

"This way, you can have a new identity when you enter various places, and you will have more freedom to conduct investigations."

“Good idea,” Lin Chen nodded, “but the cost of the villa…”

"Let the bureau keep it for you to use. We won't auction it off for now. It can also be used as a hideout. You don't need to live there. Just tidy it up."

"Ok."

After confirming that he didn't have to pay, Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhengge laughed:

"Okay, the most troublesome part is that you have to legitimize your identity. The document bureau can help you with the paperwork, but you have to find the witnesses to cooperate with you yourself."

“I do have someone in mind,” Lin Chen nodded gently.

......

"So, there's really no problem with the Bureau of Investigation's salaries?"

"No problem, look at that 296 over there, it's a new one I just got."

"How many miles did it land? 300?"

"...50".

"Even wrecked cars aren't this cheap... This one must have killed at least a dozen people..."

In the distance, the Iron Horn Bridge is under reconstruction, with massive machinery roaring overhead.

In a corner of the construction site, Shen Xuanyi looked at Lin Chen, who was wearing a white casual suit and sunglasses, and smiled gently.

“You look quite stylish,” Shen Xuanyi said. “What’s your name?”

“Thomas Lin, a businessman from the super-American,” Lin Chen said, hands in his pockets, “has offended some forces in the West and has been forced to come to Yudu to develop his business.”

"That was quite interesting," Shen Xuanyi said with a smile. "So, what specific help do you need from me?"

"Any projects coming up lately? I'll donate some money, and you can consider me a partner," Lin Chen said.

"Yes, I have."

Shen Xuanyi pointed to the Iron Horn Bridge in the distance.

"We also have a charitable foundation for the Iron Cape Bridge restoration project, with a minimum investment of 30 million. Once the bridge is completed, your name will be engraved on the bridge pier."

"I might consider it if the unit is changed to Zimbabwean dollars..." Lin Chen's lips twitched slightly.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll vote in your name," Shen Xuanyi said casually.

"How can this be? Isn't this a bit too expensive?" Lin Chen was stunned.

"It's alright, your name was supposed to be engraved on this bridge anyway."

Shen Xuanyi gazed at the gray coastline and murmured:

"Whether it's United Concrete Group or the souls who died in the accident, things would only have been worse if you hadn't uncovered the truth."

"What you're doing is far more meaningful than those businessmen who insincerely invest some money."

"Thank you for your recognition." Lin Chen nodded.

"You're being so formal, Mr. Lin, you're really too reserved," Shen Xuanyi laughed again. "Leave the matter to me, how about we have dinner together tonight?"

"No, I have a mission tonight."

"Okay, what kind of mission?" Shen Xuanyi asked curiously.

"Meeting with cult members." Lin Chen felt there was no point in hiding it.

Shen Xuanyi:...?

“I think the Bureau of Investigation is still underpaying you,” she sighed softly.

......

Chapter 31 The Crimson Bishop (Second and Third Updates)

"Om——"

As night fell, the white Ferrari 296 cut through the traffic like lightning and came to a stop at the main entrance of the Grand Hotel St. Paul.

Wearing sunglasses and a white casual suit, Lin Chen got out of the car and handed the keys to the waiter next to him.

"Zhanyi, are you in position?" Lin Chen pressed the earpiece as he passed through the gate.

"Ready to go."

Lin Chen turned his head and saw a faint white light flashing on the clock tower across the street.

He turned around and, with the help of a waiter, entered the grand hotel.

Entering the hotel was a smooth process. Unlike the Waldaugh Hotel, there were no strict security checks here; I just scanned the card and got in.

“Thomas Lin,” Lin Chen handed over his fake ID at the front desk and said in that strange accented Chinese, “I just came from the United States Congress. Do you have any ice cream reception facilities?”

"A receptionist for foreign guests? Yes, sir."

The waiter made a phone call, and soon a waiter who spoke fluent English came over and started communicating with Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was quite confident in his spoken English. As an art student, he was very unbalanced in his academic subjects and only got into university because of his strong English skills.

As for why his English is so good...

His mentor, Call of Duty, nurtured his sense of language from a young age.

His mentor, Top Legend, allowed him to practice his spoken English with teammates from all over the world: if his spoken English wasn't fluent enough, he wouldn't be able to out-argue those white players.

Therefore, Lin Chen felt that Lao Jiang's suggestion was really correct: he was very suitable to play this kind of Chinese businessman.

After a smooth conversation, Lin Chen successfully booked a room and received the room key.

"Sir, we have an art exhibition about subspace stream of consciousness. If you're interested, you can go to the seventh floor to check it out. It's open all day," the receptionist told Lin Chen.

"Wow! That's interesting!" Lin Chen smiled suavely. "That's very good, I'll definitely go check it out."

After this conversation, Lin Chen felt that he was quite skilled, at least he didn't give himself away too much.

That's a pretty good exercise.

Lin Chen swiped his room card to open the elevator, first went to his room to collect a data point, and then went directly to the seventh floor.

At this moment, there were still ten minutes left before the agreed meeting time of 7 p.m.

After arriving at the exhibition hall on the seventh floor, Lin Chen pretended to be a tourist and casually strolled around the hall.

The exhibition format wasn't particularly novel; it consisted of paintings and sculptures, and didn't seem like something a cult would put on.

But after wandering around for a while, a sense of unease began to creep into Lin Chen's heart.

He glanced at a painting at random: the entire picture was composed of grayish-white mist, with the lower half being a turbulent sea. There was nothing in the mist on the sea surface, but an eye was hidden in the reflection on the sea.

Whale eyes.

Lin Chen continued looking at the next painting: the next painting depicted the skeleton of a whale, the ends of which gradually grew into human limbs, with fingers and toes, looking strange and bizarre.

Looking at these paintings, the average tourist would probably just think that they represent some kind of avant-garde or exotic art style.

But Lin Chen knew what it was describing.

These paintings depict scenes from subspace.

Lin Chen had seen many similar scenes when he descended into the subspace. The scenery there is affected by the observer's subjective consciousness. For example, Lin Chen saw his own fingers in the subspace.

So, these paintings were painted by the Mentitis?

They just stared at the subspace and drew what they saw, stroke by stroke.

You should know that Lin Chen only stared at the subspace for a while before he felt his mind was polluted.

This was only after he had undergone strict anti-erosion injections; he didn't think these Mentis followers had such good conditions.

It would be a miracle if these people were mentally sound.

"..."

At that moment, a soft whisper came from behind Lin Chen:

"Follow the whale's head."

He turned his head and saw that there was no one behind him, only tourists coming and going.

Pretending to be a ghost or spirit...

Lin Chen entered the "Mirage City" and immediately found the person who had been speaking behind him.

That guy looked like an ordinary tourist, but he was wearing a red tie around his neck...

Mentitis believers.

Lin Chen didn't look at the painting; instead, he followed the cultist in the direction he was heading.

The cultist realized he was being followed and panicked.

"He found me..." He pressed his earpiece. "How is that possible? I clearly changed my face..."

A soft laugh came through the headset:

"He's no ordinary man, he's Baba Yaga, and he accomplished the impossible by killing CIA's top agent, Tom Connell."

"Just bring him here, don't do anything else."

"receive."

Lin Chen heard everything the believers said in the "Mirage City," and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Got scared? Why weren't you scared when you were pretending to be a ghost and trying to scare people?

He followed the worshippers through the exhibition hall and into the staff entrance.