Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 74 Time Freeze
One second!

"No, it won't even take a second. I only need half a second to subdue this person."

"At that time, I...I..."

In an instant, Mr. Strange Bird found a hundred reasons for himself, mustered the greatest courage he had ever had, and rushed into the cake shop. He was no longer interested in what was behind the "door" and focused all his attention on Song Chushi.

He stared intently at the back of the other man's head, rushed up behind him in a few steps, suddenly raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

Only a fool would say something when pointing a gun at someone; Mr. Strange Bird chose to shoot directly.

Behind the counter, the round-faced clerk was terrified when he saw a customer enter the store and another man who had followed him in pull out a gun and point it at him. He screamed with his mouth wide open.

But no matter how strong her reaction was, it was too late to warn her.

With the gun aimed at the back of the man's head, Mr. Strange Bird pulled the trigger without hesitation, feeling the gun vibrate violently and the bullet being released from the chamber.

At the same time, the box in his hand suddenly emitted a creaking sound, and something resembling a cable but also like a tentacle emerged from a specially made hole in the box, moving through the air like a snake.

It moved with lightning speed, heading straight for the back of Song Chushi's head.

Even if this guy isn't afraid of bullets, there's always something even more powerful waiting for him.

He had gained the upper hand this time; he had calculated Song Chushi's location in advance, so he only needed half a second...

But at that moment, he suddenly heard a soft chuckle, and Song Chushi's voice drifted over:

"As an investigator, don't you even have the most basic ability to judge danger?"

Mr. Strange Bird trembled violently, his eyes widening as he stared intently at the figure before him.

He neither dodged nor flinched, nor even bothered to turn his head, as he slowly put down the small cake leaflet in his hand. Though his face was not visible, one could sense his contempt just from his voice.

but……

its not right!
Mr. Strange Bird even took a moment to react before suddenly realizing, "I've already fired the gun, and the bullet has already left the barrel..."

He didn't even try to avoid me, so why can he still talk to me?

Why do bullets fly so slowly?

When he realized this, he noticed that the bullet that had been fired from his gun was about ten centimeters away from the muzzle, and only five centimeters away from Song Chushi's head.

Smoke and flames still lingered at the muzzle, but the bullets remained motionless, as if frozen in the air.

Realizing this, he slightly opened his eyes and saw the tentacles that had flown out of his box. They were struggling to burrow forward, but their speed was getting slower and slower, and they were gradually freezing in the air.

The investigators didn't even understand what was going on, only feeling an indescribable sense of oppression within the eerie slowness.

He struggled to move his eyes and realized that the air around him was filled with dust.

The dust, faintly glowing under the hotel lobby lights, permeated the space around him and Song Chushi, filling every corner. Wherever the dust reached, all sounds disappeared, and time itself vanished, leaving only a desolate scene.

Because of the pervasive dust, the bullets froze in mid-air, as did the mysterious weapon in his own box.

The waiter behind the counter, and the screams coming from his mouth, were frozen in place.

No, even I've frozen...

It wasn't until this moment that he realized he was surrounded by dust and frozen in place, which was why he was taking so long to figure things out.

"Feel sorry."

Song Chushi spoke softly: "I have no grudge against you, but you are unlucky."

Mr. Strange Bird listened to these slow, leisurely words and only felt a sense of absurdity.

He doesn't understand.

I have dealt with the bizarre many times, and I have also clashed with those crazy and mysterious organizations several times. I have seen some formidable figures.

But how could there be an opponent who leaves you with no time to react?
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

At the same time, outside the cake shop, the sounds of various figures moving through the air and hard-soled leather shoes stepping on the stone pavement began to appear. Several figures wearing black trench coats and carrying suitcases appeared outside the cake shop and then disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, all the sounds on the streets outside, the panicked passersby, and the swaying shadows of the infected also disappeared.

"They came too late..."

"The Disaster Management Bureau needs a complete overhaul; otherwise, how will it combat the tides? Relying solely on that monster?"

Song Chu sighed softly, his gaze falling on the glass display case of the cake shop.

It's as if you can see a space parallel to the cake shop through the reflection of the glass case, and inside, someone is beating a crystal skeleton corpse.

He patiently waited for the other party to finish beating him. The space was dissolving, and Han Su's figure began to appear in the cake shop. Then, his expression turned surprised, and he shouted two words:

"careful!"

"……" "Thanks."

Song Chu looked at Han Su with a look of surprise on his face. He sincerely thanked Han Su and even bowed slightly.

"you……"

When Han Su looked at Song Chu, who was being aimed at with a gun and whose bullets had already been fired, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

At first glance, he thought Song Chushi was going to be killed by the strange bird investigator.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that the bullet remained suspended in the air, not moving forward an inch, that he vaguely realized that things seemed to be somewhat different from what he had thought.

It wasn't that the strange bird investigator wanted to kill the man surnamed Song; rather, the birdman had already been completely controlled.

But the horror in his heart was hard to shake off. How could Song Chushi freeze a bullet and a disaster management bureau investigator right in front of him, leaving them powerless to resist?
Looking to the side, Mr. Strange Bird's expression was quite interesting.

A sinister smile even appeared on his face, as if he was thinking about all the benefits that would come to him after shooting Song Chu. But then he realized what was happening and his eyes were filled with fear.

"The people with the Crystal Skull were probably looking for something. Do you remember them?"

Song Chushi spoke to Han Su, saying, "You should know that those children who were kidnapped back then should all know about this thing, but it's a strange thing and can't be mentioned casually."

"Otherwise it will know and hide."

"Of course, I'm here to create an opportunity for you, but you still need to seize it yourself."

"As for the report to the Disaster Management Bureau later, you can make it up yourself."

"..."

Han Su instinctively tried to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth. He had the will to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

My account has been frozen too?
"You are not qualified enough."

Song Chushi said calmly, "I can talk to you, but what you say to me will be overheard by others."

"There's a spy in Qinggang who can see everything in Qinggang, including you. It can see all your secrets, whether they're public or not. You've always lived under its watchful eye."

"So, at that time, no matter what you were looking for, you couldn't find it."

"I entered Qinggang during its transformation and sent you to the Disaster Management Bureau, but its transformation is about to be completed, and its scrutiny of everything will become even stronger."

"At that time, I'm not sure if he'll continue to watch you or simply erase you from his life."

"..."

While saying these alarming words, Song Chushi suddenly laughed: "But there's no need to be afraid. As long as we get the investigator's license before it fully awakens, everything will be fine."

“Miss Ai can protect you, but you must have investigator or even higher authority for her to function smoothly.”

"I will try to see how far it has awakened and then give you the information, but you must promise to just keep it in your mind and not talk about it with anyone."

"Now, let me teach you a little trick."

"If you ever want to try something secretive but don't want to be discovered by someone, I'll teach you a method: pour a glass of water and keep it next to you. If there are ripples in the water, then don't try it for the time being."

"..."

He briefly explained these two sentences, then turned around and looked at the strange bird who was pointing a gun at the back of his head.

He glanced down at the tentacles emerging from the box, gave a cold laugh, and then reached out to take the gun from Mr. Strange Bird's hand. Throughout the entire process, Mr. Strange Bird stood still, as if he had never considered resisting.

Song Chu turned the gun around and pointed it at Mr. Strange Bird's forehead.

At this moment, Mr. Strange Bird was filled with fear, and his eyes were almost wet with tears, but there was nothing he could do but try to look at Han Su.

It was as if she was hoping that Han Su could help her at this moment.

Then he noticed that Han Su's eyes were also full of expectation when he looked at him.

"Bah!"

Song Chu fired a shot. A bullet instantly pierced through Mr. Strange Bird's head. Even the scene of the bullet entering his skull and bringing out his brain matter was shown in slow motion.

Then, Song Chushi threw down his gun, picked up his briefcase, and turned to walk out of the cake shop.

As he left, the dust surrounding Mr. Strange Bird seemed to turn back time, gradually seeping into the box in his hands as he moved away.

The surrounding stillness and emptiness began to thin out.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the bullet, frozen in mid-air, struck the sofa.

Immediately afterwards, the tentacles that emerged from Mr. Strange Bird's box slammed into the sofa with a hiss and slumped down limply.

Then came Mr. Strange Bird, who suddenly exhaled a breath of despair and fear, and collapsed onto the counter with a thud, his body twitching weakly a couple of times.

(End of this chapter)