They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 211 The Tragedy of Order
“Really? How did you know?” Ria looked at him suspiciously. Ivand slowly picked it up and said, “Because I’m a detective, and my goal is to join them.”

"Detectives and investigators sound like the same thing."

"You think so too, right? That's why I believe I can definitely succeed."

"Oh, look, here they are."

Ivand suddenly pointed ahead, and Ria squinted at them, noticing several young people walking by not far away. They were very young, the youngest possibly not even an adult yet.

"Are such young children already exposed to the extraordinary? Their courage is commendable, and I believe this will become excellent material for hymns of praise."

As he spoke, Ria started walking towards them, but Ivand asked him from behind, "What are you going to say to them later?"

“I want to follow them. I’m also interested in what you just said. I’m going to ask them if I can join so that I can see things related to the supernatural every day.”

"And then, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

“Then…” Ria thought seriously, “I felt I should protect them. I’ve seen supernatural beings devour lives before, and I can’t let such a tragedy happen again.”

"But you can't do it, and you've seen how powerful those things are."

"How do you know I can't do it? If I can't, then who will protect them?"

As she spoke, Ria ran toward the group of people, completely unaware of the extremely ugly expression on Ivand's face behind her.

"Kelcha, what new trick are you thinking of now?"

To be honest, he'd heard those words from Ria countless times. Almost everyone had said them to him during their oaths, but the result was always the same…

Can humans really defeat the superhuman?

If Ria hadn't been a disorderly individual, what would have been the outcome as an investigator?

Ria's words stirred up some unpleasant memories for Ivand.

Not long ago, after getting rid of those troublesome plague doctors, he found that his consciousness was much weaker, so he hid in a deserted place to rest. He never expected that Ria would be able to find him there.

Moreover, this young disordered individual had destroyed his own memory in advance.

This was too much of a coincidence, so much so that Ivandal suspected that Ria had foreseen this moment.

"After so many years, I've actually been schemed against by someone." Ivand found it somewhat strange.

So far, Ria still pretends to be a normal person who is not sick. Occasional amnesia may be a kind of relaxation for him, after all, he no longer has to think about treatment or physical and mental pollution.

"Perhaps the plague doctor said something to him, which is why he took such action—I guess he wanted to play the role of the meme [Guardian]?"

If Ria approached the investigators for this reason, then everything makes sense, since the investigators' code of conduct is almost identical to the core of [Guardian].

Ivan decided to go and watch the excitement, and also reminded him that his voice should be more steady and hoarse to avoid others discovering Ria's true identity.

After making this decision, he spun his wheelchair over and said, "Wait for me, Johnson, I have some leads too."

Ria, who was trying to explain to the investigator that she had seen two size 42 feet running in the street, turned around when she heard this and looked at Ivand, who was sweating profusely as he turned his wheelchair: "What clues do you have?"

"And your wheelchair is making such a racket, why don't you get a new one?" "Where would I get the money to buy a new wheelchair? I had my legs broken because I couldn't pay my loan."

"How pathetic, those loan sharks should all be hung on streetlights."

Lia shook his head. Although he didn't know where he got the urge to hang everyone on the pole, he still said it out loud.

"That's it."

Several investigators echoed this sentiment, clearly indicating that they hadn't been with the company long. Any investigator with a bit more experience wouldn't take on an investigation mission involving such a low-level supernatural being.

They look very energetic. New employees are always full of enthusiasm and vitality, thinking about what great things they can do to impress their superiors and even get promoted and given a raise.

But Ivand thought they might have been forced into this role without ever having seen a dead person before.

He loathed investigators from the bottom of his heart, and even felt nauseous at the sight of them. Whenever the word was mentioned, others would think of them as great and noble, but Ivand's mind would always be filled with countless corpses that were still talking about their grand ambitions just a second ago.

This profession is tragic.

"Gentlemen, I once saw a bunch of hair walking in that alley, and it really scared me."

"Walking hair?" An older investigator immediately jotted the question down in his notebook.

His name is Calvin Walter, and he is the captain of this investigation team. He has handled two cases involving supernatural beings, so he is considered to be quite experienced among this group.

“We’ve already collected clues about feet and hair. Could it be that someone in this area was dismembered, and the murderer disposed of the victim’s body parts in different places?” one member asked.

Calvin glanced at him: "How do you know it's not the victim's body parts that are moving around on their own, or that someone just threw them around randomly? But you're right... we can't rule out the possibility that the murderer is still alive."

Next, we'll deal with the mutated body parts, catch the murderer, and hand him over to the church. Then our mission will be complete...

Wait, what are you still doing here? We forbid the public from knowing the specific details of the investigation related to the supernatural. You'd better leave before I take out the memory-erasing device.

Do you understand that using that stuff too much can damage your brain?

"There are such good things?" Ria showed a rather interested expression. Calvin immediately realized that he had let something slip, but it wasn't a big secret that they could erase memories, and there was no problem with outsiders knowing.

"I advise you to leave here immediately and find a safe place to hide. Since the person killed by that murderer has mutated into a superhuman being, it means that the victim had a great deal of resentment before death. The murderer might even be a patient with contamination syndrome."

Aren't you afraid of them? Those guys kill without blinking an eye, and they have infectious diseases.

"Come on, kid. Patients with contamination? If there were real patients, it wouldn't be you who were sent here."

"You know us well?"

"Don't you know what kind of person I am? I'm a detective!"

As he spoke, Ivand pulled out his detective badge from his chest and pointed to Ria beside him: "This is my assistant. We have solved several cases for the church."

“But…” Calvin looked at Ria, hesitating to speak.

"Your assistant looks older than you."

(End of this chapter)