Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 70 Investigator Combat Mode (Thanks for the extra chapter!)

The moment Han Su stepped through that door, everything went black before his eyes, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He was still holding the unfortunate fellow upright in front of him, while his eyes quickly and warily scanned the area behind the "shield".

This door leads to a house that is definitely not a normal cake shop.

There were no counters, cake display cases, or even any decorations. The surrounding walls had an unreal, shimmering quality, making the room feel more like a rough, unstable, and surreal space.

Directly in front of me, about three or four meters away, there was a simple yet strange symbol drawn on the ground.

In the center of the symbol lies a corpse, which appears to have been dead for a long time, with many parts of its flesh rotting, but the rotting areas shimmer with a crystal-like luster.

Especially his head, where the flesh and blood had almost completely rotted away, the exposed bone exuded a mesmerizing color.

On this corpse, one could even see wisps of distorted light seeping from its body, transforming into blurry shadows. They struggled, stretched, bypassed itself, and floated out through the door.

The shadows that cling to the living people outside all seep out from this corpse.

"Where are Song Chushi and that strange bird investigator?"

The space was extremely small and easily visible, but there was no sign of any living person, only himself and this corpse.

They clearly entered this "door" long before I did, so where are they now?

As she was thinking this, she raised the briefcase in her hand and blocked it to the side, the briefcase making a squeaking sound as it was scratched by her claws.

Five or six of the "Crystal Plague Infected" from the streets had been pushed through the door by him and were desperately reaching out to grab him.

They were originally ordinary people, but after being infected, they clearly possessed astonishing strength, lost all reason, and were fearless of death. Like controlled puppets, they carried an evil cruelty when they attacked.

When you see something like this outside the door, you should stay as far away as possible. But inside the door, the space is narrow, so you have to confront it head-on. Han Su then threw the infected person out of his hand and switched to investigator combat mode.

Shield in the left hand, sword in the right.

Simply put, he picked up the suitcase with his left hand and grabbed the stun gun with his right.

While blocking the infected rushing towards him, he gripped the mechanism, and with a crackling sound and flashing electricity, he stabbed it into the infected that approached him.

He knocked down two infected people in succession with a stick, their bodies twitching on the ground, and the blurry shadows on their faces became much clearer.

But the infected person, without fear, lunged at him. Han Su didn't have time to administer the electric shock, so he swung the stun gun and smashed it down.

This specially made mysterious sword from the Disaster Management Bureau is extremely sturdy even without electric shock; a blow to the head with it is more powerful than an iron rod.

Even those who were infected were knocked to their knees by the impact.

"This mysterious sword is indeed very useful..."

It can deliver electric shocks, and the power level can be automatically adjusted. At 30% intensity, it is enough to make an adult man lie on the ground, convulsing for most of the day.

A 50% intensity level is enough to significantly reduce the frenzy in these infected individuals.

He quickly flung away the stun gun, revealing his remarkable reflexes in escaping the castle time and time again.

As he dodged the hands reaching for him, he used various methods—hitting, shocking, or tripping—to quickly knock the infected individuals to the ground.

But compared to those outside, the infected inside this door seem to have gained a lot more strength, power, and toughness, far exceeding that of ordinary people, with bones that are unusually hard.

Han Su struck their leg bones with a powerful blow; an ordinary person would have fallen down, but they only stumbled and fell.

Even those broken by greater force showed signs of struggling to get up, and even those that didn't get up showed signs of the blurry shadows on their faces wriggling away from them and lunging towards Han Su's face.

Han Su, however, used his suitcase in his left hand to shield himself.

Having seen these infected individuals on Line 2, Han Su returned to the base and asked Cui Qiao about it. Only then did he learn that the briefcase that each investigator carried was actually a valuable item.

The special low-allergen fiber material not only slows down the penetration of mysterious forces, but also has bulletproof function. In addition, with his left hand holding the suitcase, he is not afraid of contamination. Han Su waved the suitcase without any worries, blocking the blurry shadows that rushed in front of him.

A series of crackling flashes of electricity and dull thuds, mixed with the sound of bones breaking, followed by Han Su seeing that the infected had all been rendered unable to move and that there was no one around him. Only then did he hurriedly look up at the door.

To their surprise, it was quiet outside the door; no other infected people rushed in.

He perked up slightly: "Did they stop them for me?"

"These teammates didn't perform badly..."

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Outside the door, the infected person who had been knocked down by Miss Crow seemed oblivious to the pain and was still desperately trying to get up.

Even if only one hand can move, it will desperately try to grab something with that hand; even if only one mouth can move, it will try to bite something with that mouth.

Miss Crow, standing at the end of the shadow, remained indifferent, her hands raised in mid-air, while the shadow beneath her feet swirled and pulsed, carrying an inhuman coldness that blocked the surroundings, protecting the entire door from the outside.

Those whose feet could move, they twisted and crushed their feet.

Those whose hands could move, twisted their arms to pieces.

Those whose mouths could move, their jaws were broken. Cold, sinister, pure harm and crushing, devoid of any human emotion.

In this bizarre scene, if the people on this street look like madmen, then Miss Crow in the middle is like a meat grinder among madmen.

Her current appearance is completely different from her usual quiet and easygoing self; in fact, it could be said to be the complete opposite.

It even makes one wonder if one of these two appearances of hers is just an illusion.

Looking at all this, Black Tiger clearly couldn't understand it anymore.

When he first saw the people on this street, he felt as if he had returned to that battlefield and encountered those crazy and terrifying believers again, but now, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The crow next to me is more like that nightmare that I will never forget.

The doctor watched in astonishment at these bizarre scenes, his eyes gleaming with amazement: "How wonderful..."

"This power that transcends the boundaries of reality is so captivating..."

"..."

"..."

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

After quickly dealing with the infected people who rushed in, Han Su immediately reached out his left hand and threw them out the door one by one.

Eager to observe the situation inside the door, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A faint but strange sound, like bones and joints colliding, came from behind me. Around me, it was as if countless streams were intertwining, and the distant and subtle sounds were already active in my ears.

He glanced at a spot out of the corner of his eye and suddenly straightened up slightly.

Not far behind him, the corpse still lay quietly inside the mysterious symbol.

Only a pale, decaying face was visible, facing me directly, with deep-set eyes.

But the key point is that the corpse just now was clearly not in this position.

It was lying on its side with its face turned inward.

Now it's facing him directly, just like when he was dealing with the infected, he quietly turned over.

The face was lifeless, and the eyes had even become hollow due to decay, but within those hollows, there seemed to be some kind of eerie color.

Han Su felt a slight chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He felt no fear in the face of these frenzied infected individuals, but he was actually a little nervous in the face of this dead body.

Whether it was because his nerves were too tense, or because the space behind the door was filled with that crowded and eerie power, Han Su had a momentary hallucination. The corpse facing him seemed to tremble slightly with its chin, as if it had said something.

Han Su wasn't sure if the corpse had actually spoken, but he clearly sensed that something had suddenly appeared in the eerie world behind the door.

It was a strange energy that seemed to have its own life, spreading throughout the world behind the door.

“Mossahaya…”

It sounded vaguely like a song, or like someone talking incessantly, so fast that the voices overlapped.

Han Su clearly sensed the presence of the sound, but failed to detect how it traveled through the air.

It felt more like it appeared directly in my head.

This sound carries a sense of assimilation and suffocation.

Han Su felt as if he had been immediately immersed in a lake, with no sky above and no bottom below. Only endless lake water surged in from all directions, trying to penetrate his body through his nostrils, mouth, ears, and even every pore on his body.

On the corpse, a large number of distorted and blurry shadows suddenly appeared, each carrying a vague human figure and exuding a painful aura, like ghosts rushing towards him.

"Is this corpse trying to contaminate me?"

Before those blurry shadows could reach him, Han Su suddenly felt a chill in his right hand, which jolted him awake.

The gap in his right hand emanated spiritual power, helping him escape the suffocating feeling.

Upon noticing this change, he instantly became alert.

He had already learned from the information Miss Ai provided that the greatest danger of this crystal skull was its pollution, which infected normal people with the crystal plague, controlling their will and thoughts.

This spread is the crystal skull, or rather, the mystery it represents, permeating the real world.

Faced with so much pollution, he could no longer use the stun gun or the cross-shaped scar on his left hand to stop it. In an instant, he made a decision, turned sharply, stretched out his palm towards the crystal skull on the ground, and whispered:

"A divine decree has been issued!"

　The initial subscription performance was quite good, not only meeting expectations but also exceeding them. Thank you, dear readers, for adding an extra chapter.

　　
　
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