I write obituaries for the gods

"Oh? You're already trying to curry favor with the boss?" Jiang Zhengge laughed.

"Who's trying to please you? They're trying to please me," Li Zhanyi blinked. "Lin Chen, let me have some later!"

"Okay, okay, you can have some."

"Whatever you say, I'll take you home and then I'll have to go back to work overtime. I still have to deal with this mess tonight, so I won't be able to enjoy myself."

"..."

Half an hour later, the Porsche drove into the residential area and stopped in the drizzle.

After dropping the two off, Jiang Zhengge turned around and went straight back to the Investigation Bureau. Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi walked into the apartment building together and took the elevator to the thirteenth floor.

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Chen smelled the aroma of food.

He and Li Zhanyi exchanged a glance, then changed their shoes and went into the living room. They immediately saw Huihui sleeping by the dining table.

The little girl was fast asleep. On the table in front of her were three dishes and a soup: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, steamed sea bass, boiled broccoli, and a bowl of meatball soup.

These are all very common dishes, and their appearance is rather unfamiliar.

"Well..."

Hearing the noise, Huihui woke up.

The little girl looked up, saw Lin Chen, and quickly stood up, picked up the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and headed towards the kitchen.

"I...I'll go heat it up, right away."

Lin Chen's lips trembled slightly. He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Li Zhanyi:

"I'll go help her, you take a shower first."

“Hmm,” Li Zhanyi smiled, “then invite me again tomorrow.”

"it is good."

Lin Chen picked up the steamed sea bass, went to the kitchen, added some water to the pot, and put the plate in to heat it up.

While busy with his work, he glanced at Huihui, who was waiting by the microwave, and asked with a smile:

"Why did you decide to cook dinner tonight?"

"Look at your phone." Huihui pouted slightly.

Lin Chen paused for a moment, took out his phone, and found that Huihui's chat window had more than ten messages.

what...

He looked at Huihui apologetically and scratched his head:

"Sorry... I'm busy, I don't have time to look..."

"I asked you if you were having dinner tonight and you didn't answer..." Huihui said softly, "Then I called you and you said you were out of service. I thought something had happened to you, so I called Uncle Jiang, and he said you were busy and would be back later..."

"I cooked dinner, then waited for you for a long time, then fell asleep, and then I had a nightmare..."

The more Huihui spoke, the more aggrieved she looked, which made Lin Chen feel a pang of sadness.

He knelt down, gently rubbed Huihui's head, and said:

"I'm sorry, Huihui. I'll definitely tell you in advance next time, and it won't happen again."

Huihui looked at Lin Chen with red eyes, and when she heard his words, she forced a smile.

“But it’s good that you’re back,” she whispered. “It’s good that you’re back.”

She threw herself into Lin Chen's arms and hugged him tightly.

Lin Chen rubbed Huihui's head and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After the girl left, he took out his phone and showed Huihui his bank account information:

"I've already made some money. I'll transfer some to you in a bit. If you like cooking, then go ahead and buy the ingredients and cook. But I might not be able to come back every night. I'll let you know in advance. Just cook for yourself."

Lin Chen thought for a moment and added:

"If you're buying groceries, order takeout whenever possible and have the security guard deliver it. You need to be safety conscious, understand?"

"it is good."

Huihui nodded, her expression showing slight hesitation for a moment, before she mustered her courage and spoke:

"Brother, how do you make money? Is it dangerous?"

"Ah...it wasn't too dangerous, it's alright," Lin Chen smiled. "I visited the school this afternoon."

"Brother, turn back before it's too late," Huihui tugged at Lin Chen's sleeve, "Don't do...that kind of thing..."

What kind of thing...?

Looking at Huihui's worried face, Lin Chen felt as if he had been misunderstood.

At that moment, Li Zhanyi's loud shout came from the bathroom:

"Lin Chen! I forgot my bath towel! Could you get it for me? It's on the balcony!"

"I have to go help Huihui," Lin Chen stood up. "Keep an eye on the pot, and you can turn off the heat when it's almost done."

After saying that, he took small, quick steps and ran towards the balcony.

"..."

Watching Lin Chen's figure disappear through the doorway, Huihui puffed out her cheeks slightly, then smiled gently as if relieved.

She turned around, moved a stool over, stepped on it, and turned off the gas stove.

.......

Chapter 41 They won't notice

After dinner, Lin Chen played games with Li Zhanyi for a while, then talked to Huihui about the enrollment process for tomorrow, before returning to his bedroom.

Before falling asleep, he took out the Azure Factor given to him by Professor Jürgen, inserted it into a syringe, and gave himself an injection.

"Zizzizi..."

After the factor was injected, he felt a slight heat in his temples, but his hands and feet felt cold, as if he had a low-grade fever.

He simply lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chen opened his eyes in the pure white city.

He stretched, and with a thought, a dark blue substance swirled around him.

"Azure energy..." I learned a new term today, which obviously refers to these blue things.

Lin Chen picked up a ball of dark blue light from the air and squeezed and kneaded it like a rubber ball.

It feels pretty good.

Today, Lin Chen briefly projected Qingtian at school, consuming the azure substance he had previously taken from Qingtian.

He roughly compared the number of projections before and after and concluded that one-third of the remaining stock was used up in one go.

It's quite expensive.

However, after the blue factor was injected, these blue substances began to gradually split and multiply.

At this rate, it can recover to its original level overnight.

Well...so the approximate cost is 2500 yuan to project "Sky Tower" 2-3 times.

Once the cost is revealed, it suddenly seems expensive.

This monthly salary isn't enough to keep me going; I can't keep using my Demon Form all the time.

Lin Chen sighed softly, then a thought suddenly popped into his head:

Could he project some money to spend?

Lin Chen rejected the idea as soon as it came to him.

Currency has serial numbers. If the projected image looks exactly the same, isn't that counterfeit money?

This means he'll be going to jail for the third time.

Another idea then came to mind: since currency cannot be projected, why not just get some valuable items and sell them?

For example, gold?

Hmm... I feel like there's no problem in theory, but there will be problems in practice.

Lin Chen wrote down the idea and decided to give it a try later.

He shook off the extraneous thoughts in his mind, focused his consciousness, and began to reflect on his experiences of the day.

Soon, he returned to the subspace ruins beneath the teaching building and found the filming location for Captain England.

Next, Lin Chen adjusted the timeline, starting from seven minutes before his arrival to observe the actions of Captain England and the crew.

He needs to figure out how these people manipulate the warp.

"..."

Lin Chen quickly received the answer.

He saw the director-looking guy take out a walkie-talkie-like device, wave it at the wall, and a door appeared.

"Open up a passage, and we'll be done with just two more parts!"

With a creaking sound as space folded, a door appeared on the wall.

"Alright guys, speed it up, speed it up!" the director waved his hand.

Lin Chen stopped paying attention to their actions.

He walked straight to the open door and looked behind it.

"Zizzizi..."

The subspace noise lingered in his ears, and through the door, Lin Chen saw a very long passage.

He tried to step through the door, but suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his head.

"Pfft."

With the sound of shattering glass, the scene before Lin Chen's eyes vanished.

He felt his perspective suddenly shift to a very, very far place, so far that the underground teaching building became a tiny dot.

He saw a thin, grayish-white thread float out from that small point and fall downwards...

Falling deeper into the subspace...

Then, deep within the subspace, a magnificent, greyish-white city stood.

"...!"

The moment Lin Chen saw the city, he sat up abruptly.

"Boom!"

The rain pounded against the window, and thunder roared outside.

Lin Chen gently wiped the sweat from his forehead; his temples were slightly burning.

A gray and white city...

Is it a "city of mirages"? No...it doesn't seem like it...

The city extended a tentacle, connecting to the "school" through that door.

Those anomalous entities in the school...where is their parent entity located in that city?

Lin Chen closed his eyes, letting the flow of information generated in his mind by observation cool down.

He quickly obtained a reading:

3.84.

This data appears to have been generated from his observation of subspace from a distance, and if his guess is correct, this should be the "depth" of that city.

Lin silently wrote down the number, then lay back down on the bed.

Listening to the torrential rain outside the window, he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.