I write obituaries for the gods

“He can be anyone, and he can be anywhere,” the shadow whispered. “He hides in the shadows of history, observing everything. You cannot sense his approach until he is already standing in front of you… or behind you…”

"Keep your feet on the ground, Qingtian. You're a good prospect, and I don't want to lose such an interesting little kitten like you."

"..."

The scene gradually faded away, and in a flash, Lin Chen returned to the center of the white square.

He lowered his head again, looking at the tombstone bearing Qingtian's name, his mind filled with thoughts.

The guy talking to Qingtian was clearly much higher level than him...

Look at how well-behaved Qingtian is, are they colleagues?

His name is "Eldest Brother," is that a title? Or... is it just a nickname Qingtian uses for him?

Lin Chen recalled his elder brother's words: "Hidden in the shadows of history, observing everything..."

Isn't this the power that the "Mirage City" has brought to itself?

Within the timeframe he had experienced, Lin Chen was almost omniscient, able to see every single detail clearly.

And when he kills a demigod and devours the "blue substance" within him, he can even glimpse part of that demigod's experiences!

Experience...history...

Ghosts of history... City of mirages...

Even the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations was unaware of the existence of the "Mirage City"...

At this moment, Lin Chen realized that he had really encountered something extraordinary.

Does the ghost of history refer to him? Or to that oil painting? That painting, "City of Mirages"?

That oil painting hangs in the lobby of the Bureau of Anomalies, and countless people pass by it every day. Why haven't they awakened to the "Mirage City"?

Did the "Mirage City" choose Lin Chen, or did Lin Chen choose the "Mirage City"?

Chaotic thoughts collided in his mind, and Lin Chen shook his head, trying to clear his mind as much as possible.

Without wanting to expose the "Mirage City" as a trump card, seeking intelligence from outsiders is nothing short of a pipe dream.

No...no...there is a way.

Lin Chen recalled what Li Zhanyi had said when he first went to the Bureau of Anomalies Investigation:

"This was a gift from the mayor to our unit, it's called... 'Mirage City'?"

mayor...

The oil painting was a gift from the mayor to the investigation bureau.

If that's the case, then the mayor probably knows something. It's unlikely that he just randomly picked a painting and gave it to the investigation bureau, and that there happened to be a huge secret in it that the entire investigation bureau didn't know.

Lin Chen silently kept this matter in his heart.

He lowered his head, looked at the tombstone, and felt a faint warmth surging from his temples.

Lin Chen understood the significance of this tombstone: from now on, whenever he wanted to borrow the power of Qingtian, he could directly resonate with this tombstone through the "Mirage City".

After he killed Optimus Prime and devoured his Azure Matter, Optimus Prime as a whole became part of the history he knew.

In other words, a projection tool that is readily available.

If the "Mirage City" has such a mechanism, it means that every time Lin Chen kills a demigod, he can gain their power by consuming the azure matter.

It's no wonder they fear the "ghost of history."

Lin Chen cleared his mind and looked at the flowing light around the tombstone.

He wanted to see if Qingtian had left any meaningful memories.

"..."

As my thoughts sank into the flowing light, the scene began to change rapidly, and the blurred white gradually blurred my vision.

However, most of the memories that followed were meaningless fragments, and many of them were quite offensive, so Lin Chen would just glance at them and cut them off.

He had been cutting for over ten minutes, and was about to give up when he suddenly saw a scene of Qingtian wearing normal clothes:

"...The bridge incident left too many loose ends. That family could have been saved, but you insisted on throwing her parents off the bridge. Qingtian, do you have anything to say about this?"

"I have nothing to say," Qingtian said nonchalantly. "Let the media department do the work."

"Ha, you make it sound so easy."

The old man in the shadows coughed twice and clapped his hands.

“If you continue to have a negative impact, our main pick for the season will be ‘Captain England’.”

"No!" Qingtian roared, "He's not as good as me!"

"You've left us with no other choice."

The old man in the shadows chuckled softly.

"After all, he's more obedient than you."

......

The West Wing District branch building of the foundation.

Inside the conference hall, Ms. J sat at the long table like a wronged ghost, her gaze filled with equal hatred for everyone in front of her.

"We are now holding a vote to implement Public Opinion Control Plan No. 172. Those who agree, please raise your hands."

Everyone present raised their hand, except for Ms. J.

“Very good,” the man at the head of the table slowly lowered his hand, “Then, proceed with the following public opinion control plan:”

"Optimus Prime suffered psychological trauma because he failed to save the girl's parents during the Iron Horn Bridge incident. Under this stimulation, he made a mistake during a high-risk subspace ruin suppression operation and was seriously injured by an anomalous entity, and his body also underwent a certain degree of mutation."

"Even so, he insisted on attending the commendation ceremony, wanting to bring positive energy to the residents of Yudu. However, he was stimulated by the thunder at the scene, and the side effect of abnormal physical damage caused him to become deformed."

"After the mutation, Optimus Prime used its last vestiges of consciousness to fly to a deserted beach to avoid harming innocent people further. Meanwhile, the Foundation responded swiftly to the incident..."

"Optimus Prime's former friend, the gamma-level demigod 'Captain England,' arrived at the scene in the shortest possible time. Optimus Prime begged him to end his suffering, but Captain England, in order to maintain the peace of Rain City, ended the life of his former colleague."

After the man at the head of the table finished speaking, the conference room door was pushed open.

A burly man in a blue, white, and red uniform walked in, a square shield strapped to his arm, and a confident smile on the lower half of his face, which was not covered by a mask.

Captain England smiled at Ms. J, then walked to the front of the conference room and opened his arms.

“All right, lads!” he shouted, “Make British style great again!”

In an instant, the entire conference room was filled with thunderous applause: they had finally ended their agonizing overtime work and arrived at the final solution.

Of the entire room, only Ms. J did not applaud.

......

Chapter 26 Unpredictable Factors

After obtaining the key name "Captain England," Lin Chen stopped searching through Qingtian's memory fragments.

Since he was already awake, he figured he might as well go for a walk, so he returned to the Investigation Bureau in the Mirage City.

Lin Chen walked along, stopping frequently, testing the breadth of history he could glimpse, and finally concluded:

Fourteen minutes.

A scene, from seven minutes before Lin Chen arrives to seven minutes after he leaves, will be recorded by the "Mirage City".

Going any further forward or backward won't work.

"..."

When Lin Chen woke up the next day, he was still exhausted, as if he hadn't slept all night.

He paused for a moment, then shook his head helplessly: He really hadn't slept all night.

"Looks like the 'Mirage City' is going to affect my rest..." Lin Chen rubbed his eyes and started getting dressed. "From now on, I need to sleep at night; I can't be jumping around in my dreams anymore..."

“…”

He got up and bumped into Li Zhanyi, who was also groggy, at the bathroom door: her hair was messy, as if she had just climbed out of the mirror.

"Whoa! Someone broke into my house... Oh, Mr. Lin... What are you doing at the Investigation Bureau again? Looking for Section Chief Jiang?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Toilet," Lin Chen said, pointing to the toilet.

"Oh...over there..."

Li Zhanyi muttered something under his breath as he staggered toward the bedroom.

A few seconds later, the sound of something falling onto the bed came from the bedroom.

"..."

After cleaning up, Lin Chen immediately went into the kitchen to start making breakfast.

I have a lot to do today. I need to report to the investigation bureau and also arrange Huihui's schooling.

First, settle down within the Bureau of Investigation, stabilize your life, and try to understand the current situation as much as possible.

At the same time, while improving our own capabilities, we can't completely rely on the Bureau of Investigation to cover everything, since our current understanding of them is also limited...

Lost in thought, Lin Chen cooked the frozen wontons from the refrigerator, served two bowls, and took them to the living room.

Huihui's sleep schedule has been reversed since that incident, and she won't get up this early. Lin Chen simply put her portion into the incubator.

"Hmm, good morning..."

Lin Chen had just sat down when he saw Li Zhanyi swaying over and sitting down at the table.

"Good morning," Lin Chen replied. "Did you wake up from your nap?"

"Huh? How did you know I was taking a nap..." Li Zhanyi rubbed his eyes.

It seems like I'm still sleepwalking.

"There's even breakfast! Having a roommate is so great..." The girl reached for the wonton spoon, then recoiled from the heat, "Ouch, that's hot..."

"Be careful," Lin Chen chuckled, "Don't you usually get up for breakfast?"

"Who gets up early when they don't have classes or anything to do... Two meals a day is about enough, and it can even help with weight loss..."

Li Zhanyi carefully blew on a wonton and ate it in small bites.

As she ate, she would occasionally glance up at Lin Chen.

After being glanced at by her so many times, Lin Chen felt slightly uncomfortable.

"what happened?"

He remembered that in the interrogation room, Li Zhanyi kept staring at him, as if there was something on his face.

“There’s nothing I can’t hide from you…” Li Zhanyi muttered. “My psychic awareness is ‘prophecy,’ which is a high-purity psychic awareness in the psychic energy spectrum. It’s considered quite powerful.”

The girl was clearly a little smug as she said this. She glanced at Lin Chen and slightly softened her tone:

"Generally speaking, I predict how things will go during the operation, so as to control the situation before it gets out of control."

"As it turned out, my prediction failed yesterday in the square."

"It's not working?" Lin Chen looked up.

"Yes, an unpredictable factor emerged on the scene."

Li Zhanyi stared at Lin Chen, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his cheeks puffed out slightly:

It's you!

"Me?" Lin Chen pointed to himself.

How could he not know he had this ability?

“Yes!” Li Zhanyi said, “My ability is essentially to ‘collect all information and predict future developments.’ In the most extreme cases, I can predict the future more than 30 seconds in advance and clearly see the nodes that will change the future.”

"However, ever since you appeared in the square, I have lost the ability to predict the future!"

She stared at Lin Chen again, making him feel a little guilty.

"Your psychic awareness is definitely not some kind of mimicry or super hearing, right?"

"How can you be so sure I'm that unpredictable factor?" Lin Chen didn't answer directly.

“Because I can’t predict your future either,” Li Zhanyi pursed her lips. “It can’t be that Huihui is the factor, can it?”