They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 92 The Aging Street of Zolamu
He picked up the steaming coffee from the table, and the steam instantly fogged up his glasses, creating a thin layer of mist.

But the doctor didn't mind at all. He opened the lens, tilted his head back, and poured all the coffee into the opening.

When he put the cup down again, it was empty, and the doctor continued reading, occasionally jotting down notes on his own paper with a quill pen.

A moment later, someone picked up the coffee cup next to him, filled it with coffee, and perfectly replicated the taste of the doctor's previous cup of coffee, adding two sugar cubes and a spoonful of milk.

"Snapped."

The coffee was placed on the table and pushed towards him.

The doctor didn't even look up: "You scare me. I wouldn't dare take even a single thing from a shady dealer."

Lia withdrew her hand: "Why wouldn't I dare? Would I harm you?"

"You yourselves know best whether or not that's the case."

The doctor took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Ria: "This is my business card; consider it payment for this coffee."

The card listed the name and affiliation of the bird-beaked doctor. Ria glanced at it; the doctor's name was "Bruna Simole," and his affiliation was simply marked with a small line of text: "Guardians of the Secrets."

"It seems that Dr. Bruna knows a lot about black market dealers, and he was able to see through my identity at a glance, which really surprised me."

Ria carefully put the business card away. He felt that the doctors must have suffered a lot from the "torture" of patients, otherwise they wouldn't have become so cautious, except for that guy James, of course.

If he dares to embezzle money from black market merchants, what else won't he do in the future?
"Don't worry about me, I'm just a librarian working here. I just saw the doctor and greeted him."

Ria's attitude was impeccable, and Bruna had no grounds for complaint: "You're wondering why I'm here? As you can see, I'm a doctor..."

“We are interested in diseases like a flock of crows that smell decay and death in the night, and these diseases encompass more than just disorder syndrome.”

Of course, its more official name is "disorder syndrome," commonly known as pollution syndrome.

"The names of those who are disordered are based on these diseases."

The doctor downed a large cup of coffee: "These diseases are certainly difficult to eradicate, but I am a person who pursues medical knowledge. The medical level of each epidemic doctor is enough for them to become lecturers at the highest university in Endlers, so in addition to contamination, I am also interested in other diseases."

Ria turned to look at old Ilint, who was sitting hunched over in her seat, looking as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

"Are you researching her illness?"

"That's right. To be honest, her illness, along with her aging body, has become incurable, and those medicines can only keep her alive for half a month."

I am here only to await her death, and then dissect her to better study the cause of her illness.

"It does sound remarkably like a crow," Lia commented, while the doctor remained calm, saying that it was their responsibility to answer patients' questions, and besides, there was nothing wrong with saying such things.

"Black marketeer, you can stay here and witness death firsthand. Isn't it quite interesting to watch a life slip away?"

Just like a mycelium that begins to grow on a white mouse, eventually completely taking over it, at which point its death will come.

Its life ends at the stage expected by the experimenter, and its body movements do not deviate from the results calculated by the experimenter in the slightest.

"I've always thought these experimental phenomena were as beautiful as art." Riamo stroked his fingers. "Sounds good."

"But forget it. Rather than spending my time watching how others die, I'd rather figure out how to make enough money off them."

With that, Ria stopped talking to Bruna and walked over to the group of investigators who had run up to the second floor of the library. He began to observe them and ask them what books they were looking for.

"Praise the Sun, you've been wandering around here for over ten minutes. Do you need any books?"

After he finished speaking, he patiently waited for the group of investigators to reply.

Sure enough, they turned around and, seeing the "Liberal Arts Director" badge on Ria's chest, looked slightly surprised: "You're the new librarian, where's the old Martha?"

“Miss Martha has taken sick leave, so I’m filling in for her. You can call me Kelcha.”

"That's not a very local way of addressing people from Adeline, but it doesn't really matter."

The lead investigator stepped forward: "We need to find all the information about the Zolam neighborhood from the past few years, all of it. We need to find it all within half an hour, not a single word can be overlooked."

Zolamu neighborhood?
Lia was somewhat surprised to hear the name, because he had read some rumors about this street while reading a book.

The book says that people born on this street age very quickly. There are no problems from birth to adulthood, but once people are over eighteen to twenty years old, their bodies age rapidly until they become nothing but skeletons.

Could it be that these people are going to investigate the unusual phenomena on this street?
“No problem.” Ria agreed to their request. He could certainly find those books, but it was impossible to find them all, because Ria needed to keep some for himself to read.

Furthermore, there is no one-click search function to find all the keywords in the book; you still need to consult each book individually to find them.

Perhaps there are mysterious objects that can do this, but these people are clearly not qualified to possess such mysterious objects.

Those things are too costly; we should use them as little as possible.

"follow me."

Ria led them to find books, and then placed each book they found in a specific location.

After an unknown amount of time, these people finally sat down in front of a pile of books and began to look them up.

They are responsible for maintaining order in the city, but not just ordinary order; they are specifically tasked with investigating extraordinary cases.

Lia stood beside them, feigning curiosity, and asked, "Has something happened again on Zolamu Street?"

"Many people have gone missing, and the stories in these books can express that perfectly. Hey, do you have any clues?"

"I don't understand those horror stories. I think I'll just praise the sun more... praise the sun and protect me from those awful things."

With that, Ria left, and the investigators did not stop him, frowning as they flipped through the legends about the neighborhood.

The street was known as "Ghost" Zolamu. At first, people were curious about the legends surrounding it, and the street even became a tourist attraction, with many daring people going there to search for "skeletons".

After all, even if the original inhabitants of Zolamu were reduced to skin and bones, they could still survive for a considerable period of time.

(End of this chapter)