Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 95 The Believer of Death
"That's amazing..."

Han Su looked closely at the photo of the female classmate who had hanged herself, comparing it with the person sitting next to him: "Because of that fanatical faith, even in death, one can still remain in reality, becoming a ghostly believer who is devoted to spreading the word of God?"

It turns out that I had encountered strange things before, and not only had I encountered them, I had even come into close contact with them. However, everything was normal at the time, so normal that I didn't remember it afterward.

So why is it that now that I've met her, I've finally seen through her true nature?

Was it because he had mastered normal mental penetration and his mental power had come back to life, or was it because the monster was currently undergoing a transformation and therefore hadn't bothered to keep an eye on him?

As he spoke, he picked up the briefcase beside his feet, opened it with a click, and grabbed the stun gun.

Then, with a squeeze of the trigger, it struck the long-haired female student directly.

With a crackling sound, the female student was sent flying by the electric baton. Her body flickered twice, as if the voltage was unstable. Although she was sent flying by the electric baton, she did not fall to the ground. Instead, her bones crackled as she slowly straightened up in the air.

His feet didn't touch the ground, as if he were hanging in mid-air. His head was tilted to the side, and his expression was astonished, distorted, cold, and strange.

She retreated swiftly, but slowly fell into the air, perfectly overlapping with her in the photograph.

"These are the ghost followers?"

Han Su stood up, gripping the stun gun, and carefully examined her appearance. For a moment, a sense of disorientation arose in his heart:
A bizarre creation tainted by a mysterious force seeping from history…

Her constant talk of the gods returning somehow inexplicably reminded me of…

...The seven-day divine descent that the old steward spoke of?
Is history, especially the history before the reconstruction of civilization, the source of all this permeation?
The third rule of the Disaster Management Bureau's code of conduct flashed through my mind. It was a rule that even the Disaster Management Bureau took very seriously, stipulating that only those with certain permissions could view any information from before the reconstruction era.

……

……

"Despicable, filthy, and foolish, when the gods are freed from the dust of history, you will all be destroyed by calamities that will fall from the sky!"

A stun gun turned a pure and lovely long-haired female classmate into a bizarre and twisted monster, emanating a putrid stench.

It smells like it has been buried underground for a very, very long time.

The lights around them began to flicker, their brightness uncertain. Her voice was filled with disgust and hatred. Han Su could even tell that this disgust wasn't directed at him personally, but rather at all of humanity.

Whoosh!
A cold wind blew from her, causing the pages of all the books around her to flip up and down with a crackling sound.

Han Su felt as if he were facing a distorted and uncertain shadow that was rapidly enveloping him.

Wherever the writhing shadow touched, every part of the body began to feel cold and stiff, as if this chilling aura was seeping into the bone marrow, controlling the body, invading the mind, and imprinting jumbled words into the brain.

"Worshiping gods..."

"Humanity will inevitably perish..."

"Becoming a believer in God is the only path to salvation..."

"..."

Is this what they call spiritual pollution?

Han Su sensed the linguistic pollution coming from all directions, but he wasn't greatly affected; however, he remained vigilant.

He abruptly lifted his briefcase, blocking part of the shadow that was hurtling towards him, then took a step back, silently chanting:

I am about to fall into the abyss.

【…】

As he took this step back, his figure became somewhat blurred, and the cold, icy restraints came off his body.

The next moment, Han Su swiftly closed in again, raised the stun gun, and turned the intensity to the maximum.

100% strength.

With a crackling sound, the long-haired female student's body seemed to begin to rot as she fell heavily to the ground. This 100% intensity electric attack had reached a terrifying level of lethality.

The problem is that the battery drains too quickly; it's out of power after just a couple of uses.

But clearly, this was enough to terrify the ghost; she let out a startling scream and retreated swiftly into the two rows of bookshelves.

As she approached those thick, ancient books, her figure seemed to faintly disappear, as if she were hiding inside them.

This strange power was hard to understand, but Han Su already had a clue. Watching her retreat into the bookshelf, he stood still, slowly reciting:

I command you to manifest in the light!

【…】

The moment the incantation was uttered, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in, more than ten times stronger than before. The ghostly believer had begun to dissipate, but because of the incantation, its body uncontrollably began to solidify again, and even drifted towards Han Su.

She couldn't control her movements, and her face seemed to show the fear of a living person.

At this moment, Han Su could only sigh softly. He turned the stun gun back to 100% and then struck her as she floated towards him. This time, the dazzling electric light became the last trace she left in this world.

As her will crumbled, the eerie wind dissipated, and her final screams echoed faintly.

"Ok?"

Han Su, who was certain that this final blow would surely destroy her, suddenly heard a strange phrase in his mind as he recited the incantation. It sounded like the friction of metal, and vaguely resembled words such as "bronze" or "reflection".

The voice seemed to be hidden within his mind, yet it was unintentionally triggered, wandering through his thoughts before gradually subsiding. 'That voice again…'

Han Su stood still and slowly raised his left hand, revealing a faint cross-shaped copper scar on the back of his left hand.

It's as if this scar left from the previous life line is trying to return to its own hands.

'Why did this sound appear at this time? Is it a coincidence? Or did the incantation I chanted activate it?'

'...'

Han Su stood quietly for a while, waiting for the conflicting voices in his mind to disappear before slowly raising his head. He walked around the library to make sure the ghost cultist was completely dealt with before sending a mission briefing to Miss Ai:
【Finish】

Ms. Ai replied: [Thank you, Mr. Butcher, for your contribution to Qinggang City's current defenses. Please leave the scene now; professionals will scan the infiltrated area.]

The other two tasks have also been sent to Mr. Butcher's email address. Please complete them at your own pace.

【…】

A very strange feeling still lingered in Han Su's heart. He tentatively replied: "Could you send me some information about this undead follower, or rather, about the gods in the history she recounted?"

After thinking for a moment, I added, "I want to learn more, which will make the work easier later on."

But all he got in return was a big smiley face from Miss Ai: [Mr. Butcher hasn't obtained an Investigator's License yet; his permissions aren't sufficient!]

[Also, a friendly reminder to Mr. Butcher: There are no gods in this world!]

The so-called ghost believers are merely an abnormal mental state. In their previous lives, they observed something unusual in historical records and were corrupted by it, thus developing a strong sense of misanthropy and a desire to tell others about the existence of this anomaly.

Therefore, they choose to stay in the library, waiting for someone interested in this history to appear, and then corrupt that person.

【…】

Han Su frowned, put down his phone, picked up his suitcase, and turned to leave the library. However, just as he reached the library entrance, he saw someone arguing with the gatekeeper.

"Why can't we go in to study when it's too late?"

"Is there a problem with me taking my girlfriend to the library to study at night?"

"Don't mention the surveillance cameras. Who said you have to do *that* in the library? This is a sacred place for learning..."

"..."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Han Su froze on the spot. After taking a closer look, he finally confirmed that the guy who was about to enter the library with his girlfriend was indeed his good son.

He coughed softly.

"Gah?"

The person turned around and froze on the spot when he saw Han Su.

After blinking hard to make sure the person in front of her was indeed Han Su, she burst into tears with a loud cry: "Old Han, I missed you so much..."

Han Su lifted his suitcase, blocking Xu Ji, who had thrown his girlfriend aside and was excitedly rushing towards him, and asked in surprise, "Shouldn't you be grounded at home right now?"

"I'm under house arrest, not in jail."

Xu Ji said, "It's so boring, so I told my mom I wanted to come out and study. But my mom's gotten smarter; even with a reason like studying so well, she doesn't completely believe me. She insists on having someone follow me, so I had no choice but to bring my girlfriend here..."

"I was wondering if I'd run into you here, but who would have thought you'd actually be here?"

"..."

'I don't come here every day anymore...'

Han Su thought helplessly, but then he remembered the reason why Xu Ji was grounded and the problem he had just solved here, and his expression suddenly became serious.

He shoved Xu Ji away and said, "I don't care how boring you are, stay away from me. Anyway, I've already accepted your family's bribes, and they won't let me get close to you anymore."

"Damn, that's just like how my family does things."

Xu Ji cursed and said, "But Lao Han, our relationship has to stand the test of time. You can't just abandon me like this..."

"Get away."

Han Su said, "From now on, you are not allowed to appear in any place I'm in, understand?"

Xu Ji was furious upon hearing this: "Old Han, you..."

"I mean……"

Han Su looked into his eyes and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to appear in any place I am in. If you see me, you must leave immediately, understand?"

Xu Ji paused, then suddenly realized something. His gaze immediately fell on the black briefcase in Han Su's hand, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Could it be that we encountered that kind of thing last time..."

Han Su: "Get lost!"

Xu Ji: "Okay!"

He immediately ran away, leaving the young girl who had come with him staring wide-eyed, wondering what kind of person he was, acting like a rich young master, only to be scolded and then run away...

My judgment was really bad; I thought I had actually met a rich person this time...

(End of this chapter)