They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 175 Disabled Persons Group

“We have a general understanding of the situation. Although this doesn’t seem like something a detective could handle, Mr. Ivand will definitely find a way to solve it for you.”

"That's right, we will definitely get justice for you!"

Ivand clenched his fist, and the next second, he suddenly realized something: "What do you mean I will definitely find a way to solve it? What about you? Kelcha, I paid you to hire you."

"Of course I will do my best, but you know, sir, I am just your assistant. You can't rely on your assistant for everything."

Ivan felt that something was not right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Never mind, we will definitely bring the mastermind behind this to justice!"

Ivand was very confident in himself, but Lanna only glanced at them, clearly not having any hope for the limping and blind duo.

After that, Ivand and Ria left the ward.

They visited many wounded people and found that all of their relatives were obsessed with money. Ria found it unbelievable, because even now, when he was corrupted by supernatural influences, he didn't value money that much.

"Is this what you call exceptional talent?"

It's unclear who Lia is mocking, but he successfully incited the relatives of those people to become hostile towards the factory by twisting the truth, and they all said they would go to the court to request a just verdict.

After this day of farce, Lia also witnessed the nature of humanity and the festering wounds on many people's bodies that needed to be blurred in photographs.

Their eyes were filled with helplessness and despair. As they left the last ward, the sky outside cleared up, and Lia drew back the curtains. In an instant, the crimson afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the entire room.

"Get some sun, it's still early before nightfall."

He turned around, his backlit figure appearing lonely, yet the outline edged with red light was so sacred that one couldn't help but abandon their inner defenses and submit to him in that instant.

At that moment, the wounded felt that this person was a god who had come to give them salvation. Regardless of whether they believed in the Radiant Sun, they couldn't help but look up to Ria at this moment.

"I praise you..."

Some people shed tears as if grasping at a straw, while Ria also left with Ivand.

It was still early before dark, but it was already dark now.

They watched the sun set, the crescent moon take its place and return to the horizon, and a few irregular stars twinkled in the night sky, which presented a wonderful gradient from dark red to deep blue.

“Kelcha, you did well today. I can see your potential.”

"These are all trivial matters, not worth mentioning."

"No, no, you don't need to be so modest. Young people should be more unrestrained... Speaking of which, I'm curious about your eyes. Are they natural?"

Modern medicine has advanced considerably. Although I despise machines, I have to admit that many things simply cannot be accomplished without them.

"That's not like something you would say."

"Hahaha, people can't be easily defined. Let's continue talking about your eyes. If you want treatment, what's wrong with saving up enough money to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

“…” Ria shook her head.

“My eyes may be incurable, and I want them to recover more than anyone else, but sometimes hope and reality are two different things.”

"what happened?"

"Nothing much, just a bunch of lunatics destroyed them, and then I killed those lunatics."

"It sounds like a truly absurd experience."

Ivand didn't seem to take his words seriously, but rather as a joke. He glanced at his legs and continued turning the metal wheels, walking with Ria towards the agency.

……

Nighttime, at the detective agency.

Ria stayed in her room, a small room simply furnished with only a single bed, a table and chairs, and a wooden coat rack.

On the table were a kerosene lamp and a top hat, and above them was a nearly broken chandelier that emitted a dim, yellowish light intermittently. There was nothing else.

Little Swarth's clone still hasn't returned, and Ria's worries have come true. No one knows where it has gone or whether it has been eaten by some powerful supernatural creature.

"Goo-hoo!" At this moment, Little Swarth emerged from under Ria's hat. It used its front paws to lift the brim of the hat and looked at its host, who was adjusting something called a "gun".

He disassembled and reassembled the gun with a few clicks, then casually loaded new bullets into it.

Ria, who was originally blind, now has many eyes on his face, staring intently at the gun, working together to complete the project.

A moment later, Ria put away his gun and began to consider whether to write to James to ask about the injured.

Thinking this way, he did it.

If James were nearby, he would have noticed and simply shouted into the air. But since Ria can't sense James' presence, it means he's probably in a very distant place.

"Maybe they're being used as a football."

Ria sat at her desk writing a letter, then lit it and put it in little Swarth's mouth.

Soon, smoke began to come out of Little Swarth's nostrils and mouth.

It opened its mouth and exhaled a smoke ring, which automatically condensed into several words.

You're right, it's clearly a case of extraordinary pollution.

"In other words, those gases really are related to the supernatural."

Lia reached out and touched her chin: "Since gases are all pollutants, wouldn't the injured have mutated from being contaminated?"

Now that they feel no pain, they can continue working for the factory owner. Even if they insist on going to the hospital to recover, people around them will think that such injuries are nothing serious.

For a non-existent compensation payment, they would even persuade the injured to return to the factory and work for the factory owner.

Work until you die!!!

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! I don't even know how to praise these people's money-making methods."

Sometimes, some people's behavior is even more exaggerated than those who deliberately act. After all, Ria believes that his own meme performance is far from enough, while those people may not need to act at all.

Comparisons are odious, and Lia despised their methods, deciding that she must have a good meeting with this factory owner when she had the chance.

"It would be a shame not to put such a talented person on a street lamp for everyone to admire."

"No, we can't just let him off so easily."

As for Ria personally, there is still much for him to learn, and the factory owner is undoubtedly the best teacher for him at present.

Some people believe that you are what you eat, and that eating human flesh is a cure-all.

The young man glanced at the mythical creature with its neck tilted to the side and said, "How about... we use that big-hearted tycoon to give your brain a boost?"

(End of this chapter)