They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 214 Hair is Climbing

Are we really going to die?

"Although I was prepared for this, I've only been an investigator for a few days—"

"I don't want to die... We believe in the captain. He's so strong, he'll definitely lead us to survive."

Several investigators were somewhat shaken. Lia looked at them and shook her head: "I don't want to die either. Who would die so easily when they still have so many things they don't understand?"

"But will complaining here save us from death? Trust Captain Calvin now, he is our hope."

“But I…” Calvin hesitated, but Ivand told him to shut up.

"You are the leader, the guiding light for the whole team. Otherwise, do you think it's so easy to be the leader? The greater the power, the greater the expectations people place on you."

Calvin stopped talking. He seemed to have made up his mind and gradually straightened up: "You're right. Even ordinary people like you have this determination. As the investigator who is protecting you, I can't give up so easily."

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I won't let you die. I've encountered this kind of thing before, and look at me, I'm still fine. As long as we persevere a little longer, we will definitely complete the investigation and live up to the expectations of 01 and the masses."

He flashed a bright smile at everyone, a smile that gave the investigators renewed hope.

But he lied; he had never encountered such a situation before, let alone solved it.

"It's just piecing together a corpse, what's so difficult about that?"

Ivand flicked the smoldering ash to the ground, then suddenly pointed to a corner: "There's a bunch of hair crawling over there."

"I'll catch it."

Ria ran ahead first, and Calvin immediately sensed something was wrong. He wanted to shout "Wait!" but the other person was too fast.

When he caught up with Ria, he found Ria already struggling with a huge clump of long hair that was tangled around his hands and body. Ria was pulling the hair close to his mouth and tearing it with his teeth in a way that most people couldn't do.

“These things are a bit tough to bite. Can someone take out the knife from my pocket and cut them? Remember to bring a few people, as it’s easy for one person to get tangled up.”

“Mr. Ivand—if you want your wheels instead of a wheelchair filled with hair, then you don’t need to come.”

Ivand: "..."

Calvin: "Don't panic, hold on, we're coming to save you."

He felt that Ria's behavior was too reckless, but when he got closer, he found that the strands of hair were soaked in blood and clumped together, like the forelegs of a praying mantis trying to attack anyone who came near.

Ria felt as if she was about to swallow the hair, but it inexplicably dissolved and disappeared in her throat. Before Calvin got close, he had digested almost a tenth of the hair.

"Quick, use a knife to cut it!"

The investigators carefully approached the pile of hair with their own short knives, grabbed the hair and pulled it hard, chopping it towards the roots. The bad news was that the hair strands were quite entangled, but the good news was that they lost their vitality once they were separated from the roots.

After quite a bit of trouble, Ria was finally rescued. He tidied his beard and helped stuff the hair on the ground and some still slightly movable hair roots into the bag.

"What's the principle behind this thing's movement? It's not taught in the books."

"I don't know the principle behind it, but Mr. Johnson Lee, if you keep running around like this, we can't guarantee what might happen."

"What are you saying? Do you think ordinary people should be protected by you and not stand up to protect you? Why do you subconsciously think we are useless?"

Lia stood in front of him and noticed that the man was shorter than her, so she could look down at him. "Listen," she said, "if I became an investigator, I would be much more useful than you. I would be your captain, and you would all have to listen to me." "Okay," Lia replied.

Calvin put his hands behind his back: "I bet you can't be my captain."

"Why do you say that? Are you someone with connections, someone I can't shake from your current position?"

"Whatever you say."

Calvin bypassed him and continued standing at the front. He now had to be wary of Ria suddenly running off. Ivand was perfectly fine, but Ria made him wonder if this guy had really escaped from the asylum.

Should we add this person to the investigator team? There are many eccentric individuals among the investigators, and Calvin doesn't think mild mental illness is a big problem.

"Don't wander around later. We've already found a lot of organs and will be able to assemble them soon. We don't need you to do anything."

"What else is missing?" Ria tried to pull open the bag Calvin was carrying, but he quickly lifted it up.

"Still a long way off!"

"Then why did you say it would be assembled right away... What if that pervert cuts a piece of meat into hundreds of pieces? Where are we going to find more? Give me the bag now."

Calvin handed the bag to Ria with some skepticism, but Ria dumped all the body parts from the bag onto the ground in the next second.

"Slap slap slap—"

"Boom!"

The sound of the object falling was not pleasant; it was even accompanied by the stench of rotting blood.

After confirming that there was nothing else in the bag, Ria tried to piece the body parts back together right now.

They had found some fragments before, such as a heart that was inserted into the chest cavity and automatically remained there, as if it had never been dug out.

"Then put the hair on the scalp."

Ria tried covering the man's head with a bunch of messy hair and found that it actually grew back on its own, clinging tightly to the scalp.

"Wonderful. Judging from this, after they are successfully put together, could they be resurrected?"

Lia spoke in the calmest of tones what sent chills down the spines of all the investigators.

He fiddled with the corpse's arm: "If even fragments of a corpse can become extraordinary beings, how can these extraordinary beings, when aggregated, revert to ordinary humans... So, should we stop?"

The murderer was clearly setting a difficult task for them; whether they repaired the body or gave up on repairing it, they were destined to die.

Ria guessed that the other party must have really hated the investigators, which was why they wanted to wipe them out only after seeing enough of their despair.

Moreover, as he pieced the body back together, some organs couldn't hold back any longer and started to emerge from various places. Ria also saw the feet that had been running around before among them.

This undoubtedly made the investigators feel even more nauseous; many of them turned green, but they were trying their best not to vomit.

Looking at the body of the opposite sex should be something that makes people blush and their hearts race, but looking at the giant's fragments that have started to flow with corpse fluid does not arouse any inappropriate thoughts. If there were, then everyone should first transfer that person to the island prison and sentence him to hundreds of years.

(End of this chapter)