They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 216 The Symbolism of the Double Gear
"people?"

Ria stared at the severed arm: "Is this identity something to be proud of?"

"Of course, although I don't know how to explain it to you right now, I am proud of my identity."

I am an investigator who stood up to protect people; even in death, they will call me a Heroic Spirit.

"No, decades from now, no one will remember you."

"So what? As long as I'm happy, that's all that matters. Emotions are meant for self-satisfaction."

Calvin gripped his arm; the flames scorched his flesh black, which for a moment miraculously stopped the bleeding.

"And nobody remembers that it's fake. The Order Association has a wall covered with the names of investigators, every single one of them, regardless of their contribution. The names of the dead are inscribed on the wall as a mysterious artifact and will never fade."

We always stand before millions of people.

“Johnson, do you know what the investigator’s double gear badge represents? Two gears joined together, turning one will turn the other.”

They symbolize human civilization.

As he spoke, Calvin touched the badge on his chest with his good hand. He stood up with the help of the others, but did not notice that Ivand's gaze was growing colder.

Those pupils contained a gloomy emotion that no one could explain.

"Give me the severed limb; maybe I can reattach it when I get back."

Ria nodded, handed him the items, and watched him put his arm into the bag.

"We've taken care of this, whether we succeeded or not. The culprit behind it, you should come out and give us an explanation, right?"

As Calvin was speaking, Ria reached out and snatched a note that had just appeared from his back.

[Solve this? I meant putting the pieces back together, but you burned her beforehand! Do you know how beautiful she was in her complete form?!]

"If we were to actually piece her back together, we wouldn't be able to talk to you anymore. We'd probably be torn to shreds by the monster in the next second."

Lia waved the note in her hand, and the contents of the note continued to change.

Ugh...you guys are so boring. Can't you just stick to my script?

After the content finished displaying, there was no further movement from the other end. Ria felt a stinging pain in his eye that wasn't wearing his glasses, as it had been exposed to light for too long and he couldn't see anything clearly. Fortunately, misfortune hadn't completely befallen him—

Ria's right eye is not blind yet.

He rubbed his left eye a few times, and his fingernail accidentally scratched the skin near his eye, revealing a few inconspicuous golden pupils.

The golden eyes rolled around and suddenly all looked in one direction. Ria also turned her head as if she had a feeling and found that someone was standing on the roof.

When he was there, and how long he stayed there, are all unknown.

Realizing that his whereabouts seemed to have been discovered, the figure slowly approached the edge of the building, then spread his hands. Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he relaxed his body and let it fall towards the bottom of the building.

"Bang!!!"

After a loud bang, a human-shaped crater appeared in the ground.

Ria tried to move closer, but Calvin immediately blocked him and his teammates behind him and stepped forward himself.

He moved very carefully, holding a weapon in his hand, ready to deal with any situation.

Three steps, two steps... one step.

By now, they could clearly see what was in the pit: a person dressed in a postman's uniform, but his body was bloated, headless, and without feet, and there was no blood beneath him. "Whoosh!!!"

Suddenly, a hand burst out from under the clothes, tearing through the fabric. The bloody hand, seemingly inhuman, made Ria wary.

The next second, more hands emerged from the fabric. Ria looked around and spotted an abandoned sofa. He immediately rushed over, lifted the old sofa, and slammed it into the hole.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The loud thuds startled everyone. The poor old sofa couldn't withstand such damage and soon began to fall apart, leaving a cloud of dust around the dents.

But it wasn't over yet. Ria's vigilance told him that he should get away immediately. Sure enough, as the dust settled, several short, crawling black shadows appeared, their blood-red pupils gleaming, as they gradually crawled out of the pit.

They were just stacked together one after another to form the humanoid shape of a "postman," mimicking humans in delivering packages and "letters," while the original postman...

It's likely to end badly.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahaha!"

"Ouch, that hurts! Hahaha!"

"It really hurts, it's been so long since anyone hit me... This feeling, this is the feeling!"

They finally crawled out of the ashes, and at that moment, everyone could see their figures clearly. They, or rather, they were three children who looked exactly alike.

However, their bodies were all strange. The first child had bear ears sewn onto his head, a nose button pinned to his nose, and was wearing a dirty, knotted bear skin even in the sweltering heat.

The second child was curled up completely, like a rabbit, with its bones visibly twisted.

The third child was "Octopus." Ria saw eight long arms attached to his shoulders by special means. His original limbs had disappeared, and this guy moved forward by these arms. If you didn't look closely, it really had a bit of the "aesthetics" of an octopus.

"Who are you!"

Everyone tensed up instantly, while the children huddled together, leaning on each other, and gave the investigators what they thought were innocent and harmless smiles.

"We are human beings."

"Humans... no, you're all still alive? You're contamination patients?!"

"What is a patient?"

"I don't know, it doesn't sound like a good thing."

The three children's injuries were slowly healing, and they stared at everyone's faces: "We're here to perform."

"Meme interpretation?"

At that moment, the word popped into Calvin's mind. He had heard that patients would receive meme cards, and that to improve their meme encoding, they had to constantly portray new identities, and that each of their portrayals was a threat to the Order Association.

But the children shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no."

"We want to show you our unique rehearsal program as a tribute to our great circus ringmaster."

The troupe leader said that everyone in the circus is one family. We are one big family and we must stay together forever. No family member can be missing.

However, under this premise, the Joker died.

"Do you know what this means?"

(End of this chapter)