After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 6 Calm down
An Jing stepped out of the safe house and immediately saw the horrific scene outside.

She shouldn't have seen it.

But my eyes just swept over it.

The long corridor was stained with indistinct bloodstains. Blood, flesh, and fragments of bone clung to the corners, carpets, doors, and even lampshades. It was as if this villa wasn't designed for a party, but rather to await this inescapable ritual.

She recognized the shoe by the door as Zhang Qi's sneakers.

He wore it for three years, always saying he would get a new one after the college entrance exam.

A little further ahead was a lace-trimmed skirt, stained with large patches of blood, its edges torn into two pieces.

She recognized it—it was Lin Lan's dress.

During the class reunion, Lin Lan smiled and twirled around, saying that she had bought this dress a long time ago, and today she finally didn't have to wear her school uniform but could wear her little dress instead.
An Jing paused for a moment, then quickly suppressed her emotions.

"Don't think about it," she told herself, word by word. "I can't think about it, and I can't cry."

The most feared thing about mysterious magnetic fields is losing control of emotions.

Fear, sadness, anger, pain—these things accelerate mental pollution. Even if she "looks" fine now, once she loses her mind, no one can protect her. Once she goes insane, she will only receive a specially made bullet.

She took a breath and forced her gaze away.

"You're quite calm."

Suddenly, 001 spoke up, his tone calm but with a hint of inquiry.

An Jing paused for a moment, then lowered her voice: "I... I usually like to watch horror movies, so I've seen bloody scenes before."

"These things... I'm still not used to them, but I can accept them a little."

She paused, then added, "But... these people are my classmates."

001 didn't reply, only glanced at her, and continued walking forward.

What he didn't say was that the girl was young, but her level of awareness was completely out of character for her age.

For an ordinary person, let alone being able to walk, they would have been unable to withstand the stimulation and contamination long ago.

As he walked, he casually turned on the detector and looked at An Jing's mental index curve.

Very stable.

There was a slight undulation as we passed through several corpses, but it subsided on its own within seconds.

He gave a somewhat surprised "hmm" and remained silent.

The villa was much quieter now.

Even after the mysterious cleanup was completed, the magnetic field hadn't disappeared, and the air remained heavy and oppressive, but the tingling, itchy feeling in the bones that had been there before was gone.

At the end of the corridor, near the stairwell, two figures were leaning against the railing, talking in hushed tones.

A person wearing light armor leaned against the wall.

The other one, younger, was holding a testing device and operating it little by little with his thumb.

Upon seeing 001 come down, the two immediately stood up straight.

"Why are you so slow over there? Hey, why is there someone else here?" The man looked up, saw An Jing behind him, and raised an eyebrow. "Where did you pick him up from?"

“There’s a safe house upstairs. We found a survivor,” 001 said, tilting his head to indicate. “He’s in good mental condition.”

The young inspector's gaze fell on An Jing's face, and he looked her over carefully.

"Isn't she too young?"

"A senior in high school," 001 replied.

"I see..." The man leaning against the wall glanced at her, grinned, and said, "You're quite the young lady. You're not crazy at all. You're really suited for our line of work."

An Jing didn't reply, but simply lowered her head, took a few steps closer, and stood beside the three of them.

She appeared calm, but in reality, her back was soaked with sweat that had her clothes stuck to her body, and the knuckles of her palms were still stiff.

"How's the situation?" 001 asked.

The inspector shook the equipment in his hand: "The magnetic field is still there, but the amplitude is much smaller. The original source has not been found, and the reason why the magnetic field has not disappeared has not been found yet."

"Are you sure the villa is cleared out?" The man leaning against the wall frowned.

“We’ve scanned her once,” 001 nodded. “She’s the only survivor. Aren’t there still two people looking for her? Let’s wait for their reaction.”

The man sighed, "Director Cheng is still urging us, saying that this magnetic field has already affected the surrounding neighborhoods. If the source isn't located soon, it might spread beyond the villa area."

"What can we do?" the other person said in a low voice. 001 remained silent.

An Jing was completely confused, but she didn't ask.

Pretending not to hear and keeping quiet is the wisest thing to do.

The system whispered in her mind: "Did you hear them mention 'the Origin'?"

"Ah."

After An Jing answered, the system remained silent.

She lowered her head, her face expressionless, her mind racing.

She knew very well; after all, she wasn't stupid.

The system is a product of a mysterious magnetic field, and it is also evident that it is very sensitive to the lamplighter and does not want the lamplighter to know of its existence.

Who knows... the system might even be what the lamplighter is looking for, and the system is afraid of being found.

However, An Jing wasn't that noble; he directly revealed the existence of the system to the lamplighter.

She is now in contact with and interacting with the system; giving it up is giving herself up.

If the system is given away, will the lamplighter let him go back to being an ordinary person?
impossible.

An Jing will not put herself in trouble unless it is absolutely necessary.

So she knew there was something fishy about the system, but there was one thing she was clear about.

Whatever it may be, the person holding the lamp must never know.

The wind outside the villa blew in through the broken window frames, carrying the smell of blood and the coldness of chemicals, making one's nasal passages sting.

After a brief silence in the group, 001 spoke up: "Send her to a temporary location for quarantine. I'll write the report."

"it is good."

"I'll contact a delivery truck."

The other two acted quickly; one went outside, while the other took out a portable locator and pressed a few buttons, as if creating a file for An Jing.

"Name?"

An Jing.

"ID number?"

An Jing reported it.

"blood type?"

Type O.

"Special medical history, psychiatric records?"

"No."

The man nodded as he took notes, then turned to 001 and smiled: "You're really quite calm."

001 said "hmm".

An Jing stood quietly in place.

She didn't cry, make a fuss, or ask any questions. Even though she was still covered in the blood of some unknown classmate and her eyes were still red, she looked as if she had been washed clean.

“Let’s go,” the man leaning against the wall put away the locator and straightened up. “The transport vehicle is waiting outside. Let’s get her out first.”

001 nodded and gestured for An Jing to follow.

An Jing lowered her head and obediently walked behind them, her whole being like a silent shadow.

The door at the top of the stairs had long since collapsed. The path leading outside was littered with broken floorboards, charred wooden frames, and several unrecognizable corpses. Only a narrow passage, just big enough for one person to pass through, remained in the center, leading all the way to the main entrance of the villa.

"Contact the field staff." 001 walked to the door and pressed the communication device behind his ear.

no respond.

He frowned slightly and pressed the button again: "011, 005, please respond if you receive this."

There was only a faint electrical noise in the headphones, not a single human voice.

"Huh?" The person leaning against the wall also noticed something was wrong and leaned over. "No signal?"

(End of this chapter)