Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 373 Diary

"Where are these people now? Can I ask them to take out the remains of the scavenger... Of course, I won't take it for free, I will pay you." Sun Hang said.

"Reward? Money?" The old man looked Sun Hang up and down, "No one here wants money."

"Of course it's not money, it's supplies, the daily necessities you urgently need." Sun Hang said, "Whatever those merchants can provide, I can provide. I only need to make a phone call, and the trucks loaded with supplies will stop outside."

"Is this true?" The old man narrowed his eyes. "How can a cop like you be so capable?"

"I'm not a cop from the Public Security Bureau." Sun Hang gave a mysterious smile and took out an ID card.

This is the investigator certificate of the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations - every monster hunter has one, so that in situations where it is not appropriate to reveal the hunter's identity, but the identity of a sheriff is not enough, the hunter can be provided with a law enforcement identity with sufficient authority.

Temporary investigators can only be regarded as cannon fodder, and even a newly employed sheriff can order them around. But once the profession of investigator is prefixed with "full-time job", the status between the two will be reversed instantly. Not to mention ordinary sheriffs, even the leaders of the Sheriff's Bureau will have to put on a smile when they meet them.

Only after becoming a hunter did Sun Hang realize that for a temporary investigator to become a full-time employee is as difficult as for a poor student who has been playing around in high school for three years to make a final sprint and get into a 985 university with only one month left before the college entrance examination.

If the college entrance examination is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge, then the temporary investigator's permanent employment is like walking on a tightrope... The former can still have a chance to climb ashore after falling into the water and swimming twice, but the latter, once he loses his footing, there is a bottomless abyss below.

It is rare to find even a complete corpse left.

“Abnormal Investigation Bureau?” The old man’s eyes suddenly changed, but then he shook his head, “It’s useless even if you are from the Abnormal Investigation Bureau... You know, the population mobility here is very high. God knows where those who got the things are now…”

"You can't find any?"

"That's not the case, but it's hard to find anyway... Even if you can find it, what they have is probably not what you want." The old man rolled his eyes, "But, maybe you will be interested in what I have."

"In your hand? Do you also have the 'relics' of the scavenger?"

"I'm old and in poor health, so I can't go out to pick up trash... If these young people hadn't been willing to give me a bite to eat, I would have frozen to death outside," said the old man.

Sun Hang obviously didn't believe what he said - it was already very difficult for these scavengers to survive, so who would be willing to use the already scarce supplies to support such an old man?
What's more, judging from the environment in which this old man lives, his life is not bad. There is a brand new kettle on the coal stove next to him, and a tea bag string is clipped on the mouth of the kettle... If a guy still has the leisure to make tea in such an environment, he is probably quite far away from freezing to death.

"Those young people were very quick. That guy didn't come back for three days, and all his things were taken away." The old man continued, "By the time I went up to clean up, there was only some unwanted garbage left."

"Garbage?" Sun Hang's eyes lit up. "What kind of 'garbage' is it?"

"There are leftover food packaging bags, toilet paper used to wipe buttocks, a spittoon broken in half... In addition, there is a diary," said the old man.

"Diary?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned.

Who the serious person keeps a diary?

"Yes, a diary... Unfortunately, I am not very literate and I can't understand what he wrote." The old man said, "But seeing that this thing can be used to make fire and can be used as toilet paper when crumpled, I kept it."

"Can you show it to me?" Sun Hang asked immediately.

The old man didn't say anything, but extended a hand to Sun Hang.

Sun Hang suddenly realized a problem. The so-called "reward" he could offer now... seemed to be just money.

It’s a pity that in the eyes of these people, whether it’s banknotes and coins, or the strings of numbers in electronic accounts, they are all worthless.

Sun Hang couldn't help but miss the "Maoyun Town" in the occupied area.

Money is damn valuable there.

Sun Hang searched through his pockets but couldn't find anything suitable for trading... Finally, he simply took off his coat and handed it to the old man: "Is this coat enough?"

"Enough, of course!" The old man took the coat with a smile on his face. "Speaking of which... young people have good physiques. In this cold weather, they don't even want clothes. Do you want me to lend you an old cotton-padded jacket? Although it's a little torn and old, at least you won't freeze to death outside."

"No need. I have a different physique than ordinary people and I am not afraid of the cold." Sun Hang said casually, "Can you give me the diary?"

"Okay, okay, don't be anxious." The old man turned around and picked up the black-covered book thrown next to the coal stove and handed it to Sun Hang.

Sun Hang suddenly felt like cursing.

At least half of the pages of this diary have been torn off. As for where those pages have gone, just look at the burning coal stove nearby.

The old man had cunning eyes. He also noticed the subtle change in Sun Hang's expression and said quickly, "Don't be upset. The things you want are still in there. They haven't been burned."

"What do you mean?"

"This notebook was also picked up by that guy. It looks like a student's exercise book. The first half is full of arithmetic problems that give me a headache just by looking at them. The second half is the diary written by that guy." Sun Hang took the diary and flipped through it roughly - the old man did not lie to him. At the front of the notebook, there were still a few pages of arithmetic problems that had not been torn off. The remaining pages, starting from page 6, were the diary of the scavenger.

Sun Hang couldn't help but sigh that he arrived on time. If he had arrived a few days later, even the remaining diaries would have become fuel for the old man's fire.

Sun Hang flipped through the diary quickly. It seemed that he only glanced at each page, but under the effect of bullet time, he read the content of each page carefully several times - this feeling was somewhat like the "quantum wave speed reading method".

After reading the scavenger's diary, Sun Hang suddenly realized a problem.

The person presented in the diary does not seem like a boastful person on the surface but scheming in private. Instead, he seems like a mentally ill patient with an extremely unstable mental state.

These diaries consist of two parts: text and pictures. The first one is about a humanoid creature that was deeply influenced by Kandinsky... One can vaguely tell that the painting is of a female. The humanoid creature has long, messy hair like thatch on its head, and two circles on its chest that represent secondary sexual characteristics.

Of course, the main basis for identification is still the second one. After all, among this group of scavengers, there are quite a few men with long hair.

Around the head of this humanoid creature, there are lines that seem to be used to describe the luminous effect - Sun Hang has only seen lines or halos drawn around the head of a humanoid creature in one type of work.

Religious works.

Whether it is Jehovah in Christianity, Sakyamuni in Buddhism, or gods in some niche myths, in their portraits, their heads are all surrounded by halos without exception.

As if to highlight the divinity of these gods, the higher the status of the gods, the larger and more complex the halo around their heads.

So... the picture in this diary is a god? A goddess?
As expected, in the text below this picture, the first sentence is "My goddess! I love you so much! Your appearance is simply a ray of sunshine in my dark life! Those vulgar people will not understand that this world is completely ruined, and only you are the ultimate salvation!"

"This guy...is he religious?" Sun Hang raised his head and looked at the old man and asked.

"Religious? Not sure. Anyway, there are no Buddha statues or crosses among his belongings. It seems that he has never been to church." The old man thought for a moment and replied, "Speaking of religious, the guy who lives on the fourth floor is the funniest. He obviously can't eat pork. One time I cooked a pot of pork, and this guy grabbed it faster than anyone else. Others asked him if he could eat pork, but he got angry and insisted that it was not pork... In my opinion, religious belief is just a self-deception."

"I'm not interested in topics like pork. I just want to know whether the dead scavenger ever mentioned goddesses, gods, salvation and the like in his daily life." Sun Hang asked again.

"You mean what was written in his diary?" The old man pointed at the diary in Sun Hang's hand.

"you saw it?"

"Of course I have seen it. Not only me, but many people in this building have seen it... At that time, they thought that this guy would write down some locations with rich supplies in his diary, but after reading it, they found that it was all fucking nonsense."

"Didn't you say that you can't read much and can't understand his diary?" Sun Hang suddenly narrowed his eyes.

“Uh…” The old man froze. “I… I don’t quite understand it, but that doesn’t stop others from telling me the contents of the diary… When this guy first disappeared, his diary was used as a topic of conversation among other people. What goddess, what salvation… In our opinion, it’s just a fantasy that came out of this guy’s head because he had been suppressed for too long.”

"That's nothing. After all, when people are 'doing crafts', they must imagine some good things... But this guy wrote these things in his diary, which is really laughable." The old man continued to talk, "If I were him, even if I didn't die, I would not be ashamed to come back here after knowing that my diary was made public."

"Okay...thanks." Sun Hang nodded to the old man, then left the building with the diary.

"Hey, young man, do you really not need to borrow an old cotton-padded jacket? It's more than ten degrees below zero outside! Consider it a gift from me, and you don't have to pay it back. Is that okay?" The old man's voice sounded behind him.

"Really." Sun Hang glanced at the old cotton-padded jacket that was covered with stains and the cotton had leaked out, and waved his hand vigorously, "I said, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Under the surprised eyes of several scavengers and homeless people, Sun Hang, wearing only a sweater, walked out of the construction site quickly. As he walked, he repeatedly thought about the contents of the diary in his mind.

The last dozen or so diaries are similar to the previous ones, basically describing his love for the "goddess"... In the words of ordinary people, it is "nonsense", and if it is replaced by Internet buzzwords, it is undoubtedly "going crazy".

This is not a diary at all; it is clearly an abstract literary work from beginning to end.

Standing on the deserted street, Sun Hang suddenly had an illusion. Could it be that he was groping in the wrong direction?
After the videotape disappeared, Sun Hang used his ability to track down the whereabouts of the videotape many times, but found nothing... But at that time, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and there seemed to be a voice in his subconscious telling him that the strange scavenger was the source of the clue, so he came here to search for the scavenger's remains. The remains were the only clue Sun Hang could think of... After all, the other party's remains had "disappeared" from this world when the videotape was paused.

The scavenger girl told Sun Hang that after the scavenger spread the news that the underground commercial street was covered in blood, he still lived in this unfinished building for a while... In other words, during this period of time, he would often travel back and forth between the underground commercial street and the unfinished building of the shopping center.

It is very likely that he came into contact with the strange videotape at that time.

Sun Hang originally thought that he might be able to find a few strange things among this guy's belongings - but when he walked into the building, he found that he was wrong.

There is no trace of weirdness here at all.

Or... the strange creature among the relics has been taken away from here.

[PS The flu was rampant some time ago, and my dad and my friend were both infected. I thought I had escaped the disaster, and I even had the courage to go out for a bike ride in the cold weather... But my throat started to hurt yesterday, and I collapsed today. I started to have a high fever, a crazy stuffy nose, and fatigue and pain all over my body... This chapter was basically written in this state. I even feel that my thoughts are more chaotic and abstract than that of the scavenger who wrote a diary...

I really don't have the energy to check the grammatical errors and typos in this chapter, so please help me find them when you have time. Thank you. 】

(End of this chapter)