We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

The answer is almost none. London's newspaper industry has always been very prosperous, and many underground tabloids are published beyond the control of Scotland Yard. These informal newspapers are happy to adopt any shocking legend. If supernatural phenomena are widespread, people on the streets will always spread rumors. Although Krieg saw many files from the police station, that was because he deliberately sought them out. Just like small lakes in the desert are full of water, you can't say that water is everywhere in the desert. The fact that supernatural phenomena in a major city throughout history are only a few cabinets in size itself shows how rare such things are.

Let me think about it. If I hadn't gone to that alley, only three gang members would have been killed. Although I am a time traveler, this kind of situation has never happened in all these years. If it wasn't me, then the vegetative man himself wanted to kill the Soluscher gang. The monster was targeting those three thugs. He deliberately disguised himself as a weak girl, which seemed to be a pre-planned preparation.

That monster has a grudge against this gangster!

After coming to this conclusion, Krieg suddenly realized that the Soluscher gang had been involved in supernatural events from the very beginning, so there were traces of blood sacrifices in the places where they were entrenched. He was just unlucky and got involved in their feud. If it weren't for his actions at the time, this gang would have been killed by the vegetative people long ago.

After all, he had killed the vegetative man himself. Krieg had a strange look on his face, which was really interesting. He touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and then he felt some wet liquid on his face.

It was his own nosebleed.

A curse? No, it's just the dry air.

Before Krieg had time to panic, he realized the reason. The humidity of the air was too low. He had been here for more than half an hour, so nosebleed was a very normal thing. Krieg coughed softly, and sure enough, his throat was also very dry.

Probably to prevent attacks from plants, which can't survive in this kind of air humidity.

Chapter 129 Encounter

Did the ritual attract the threatening plant, or was it because of the threat posed by the plant that the gang used the ritual to fight it?

Krieg was more inclined to the second option, but this was just a guess. The specific answer was behind the two doors. He swallowed his saliva, trying to relieve his thirst, but it was ineffective. It only made his throat more uncomfortable. Krieg even felt that his tongue was stuck to his palate.

Something was wrong, so Krieg wrapped himself tighter and quietly pushed open the door.

However, unlike what he expected, there was an empty room behind the door, with nothing unusual. Krieg walked around the room in disbelief, but still found nothing. The fishhook that went through the wall also did not find any movement.

What the hell? After the ritual was successful, everyone left? Didn't they even deal with the bodies here? Did they just leave?

Krieg pulled towards the next door in disbelief, but as he moved, the iron door only made a muffled sound. This was the only locked door Krieg had seen in the entire factory.

There must be something going on back there! Krieg felt himself getting excited. He scanned with the fishhook for a second, then thought rationally for a second, and finally kicked the door with a flying kick, directly denting the door lock!

Boom! Boom!

With just two kicks, Krieg kicked the door and the lock away. The things behind the door and the door frame fell into the room. Krieg raised his gun and rushed in.

"What is that?" Krieg pointed at the shadow on the ground, the fishing line automatically blocking any possible attack in front of him. "Let me see what you're doing!" Krieg lifted the barrier with his foot. The shadow below was a dried corpse that had been broken into several sections, just like the Buddha statue in Xianfeng Temple.

Is it this dry? Krieg felt his throat itch even more. The lights were dim, and he looked around. There were quite a few mummies, all in a uniform, falling position toward the center. Aside from the one Krieg had kicked away first, who was at the door, the others were scattered around the room.

Krieg looked towards the center, where there was only a rather large metal basin with something like ash in it.

It's quite interesting. Since there is the light of the totem, Krieg is not worried about the mummies coming back to life. He was about to walk towards the center, but the intuition left by the long battle made him raise his head involuntarily.

Then he saw "that".

"Levi Hødgesson," the officers across the table spoke one last time, "is there anything else you would like to confess?"

"That's all, sir," Hodgsson, the patrol sergeant being exploited by Krieg, said weakly. The light shining directly on him made his eyes fill with tears. "Oh my God, I really have nothing to add. I just said a few words to him. You can fire me if you want, but don't interrogate me anymore. Don't I even have human rights anymore?"

The police officers across the table knocked on the table and reiterated for the second time: "Now we are asking the questions, you just need to answer them."

"I protest against your behavior! I did take the money, but no one here can say that he is innocent! Why are you targeting only me?" Hodgson was furious. He knew that this was unreasonable, but he hadn't had any water for the whole day, and there was only endless torture.

"You think this is a small matter? Scotland Yard has been disgraced because of you. Do you know what that man will bring?!" The nameless police officer stared at him, with iron in his deep blue eyes. The face that was almost split in half trembled as he spoke, looking even more terrifying.

"Don't get so excited," said another officer, whose face couldn't be clearly seen in the bright light. He held down the blue-eyed officer, his face facing Hodgson. "It's just that the news hasn't been good lately. A person with special abilities who has invaded Scotland Yard is worth paying attention to."

The blue-eyed officer slammed the glass hard, making Hödgersson shudder. "Resistance is useless. If you insist on not telling us, we'll use a test to prove your innocence."

"Then do the test!" Hodgson was about to collapse. These people didn't ask anything, just wanted him to explain, and their mouths were full of terms he didn't understand. No matter how he said it, he had no idea what they were doing! "Hurry up and do that damn test. I don't want to be insulted here!"

"He agreed," "Yes, he agreed," the two police officers laughed. Hodgson suddenly felt a chill and his head was a little dizzy. He should have screamed, but he didn't know why. He seemed to have been deprived of the strength to open his mouth. He could only stare with his eyes. He didn't even have the strength to close his eyes.

"You agreed to it yourself. As an adult, you should know that what you agreed to is a contract, and a contract is something that must be done, right?" The police officer, whose face could not be seen clearly, walked out of the light. Hodgson felt that his neck was strangled. This guy looked exactly like the blue-eyed police officer, as if they were carved from the same mold. Even the angle of the scar on his face was exactly the same.

"Levi Hodgson," the blue-eyed police officer took out a pure black stone from his back and placed it on the table. He then walked over and picked up Hodgson with one hand, pressing his head sideways on the table. "Look at this thing and describe it!"

Hodgson stared, the image of the statue leaping into his eyes. It was a bunch of surging tentacles, growing on a soft, gray-black, bag-like body. Black, or gray...

The poor sergeant was a bit dazed, his mind completely absorbed by the statue. Aside from the tangled mass of tentacles stretched out and groping around, it had no distinguishing features. "No, yes," the sergeant blinked. "Yes, there's a lump at the front of this thing... a container for its brain, or nerve center, or whatever other pathological organ governs this horrible, disgusting creature." Aside from the tangled mass of tentacles stretched out and groping around, it had no distinguishing features. "No, yes—yes, there's a lump at the front of this thing... a container for its brain, or nerve center, or whatever other pathological organ governs this horrible, disgusting creature."

No, no, no, no, this is just a sculpture. The patrol sergeant's heart almost stopped beating. He wanted to look away, but as soon as this thought appeared, the statue came alive. Those deformed appendages stretched out towards his eye sockets. Before the patrol sergeant could react, they had already drilled into the soft area under his eyeballs.

Chapter 130 The Main World Ends

Krieg stared at the ceiling. There seemed to be something dark on it. The dark feeling brought him a creepy fear, a completely unreasonable fear.

He opened his eyes as wide as possible. When faced with danger, he could either turn around and run for his life, or look directly at the source of the danger. There was no third way, and Krieg always preferred the second one.

It was my emotions that were the problem, not my thoughts.

Krieg thought calmly. This feeling of panic was completely unfounded, its origins quite bizarre. First of all, he wasn't afraid of the dark, and even now, he couldn't clearly see what he was afraid of. The ceiling had been motionless, and no matter what, Krieg wouldn't be afraid of an ordinary ceiling.

Krieg looked up and felt that something was wrong right above the lampshade. That was the only area not illuminated by the bulb, vaguely revealing a threat.

A faint totem light emerged from under his skin, slowly but firmly squeezing out the bright yellow light. At the same time, the agility and swiftness had completed the blessing. Krieg jumped up at the fastest speed and then got close to there.

Come show me what it is.

Krieg put his hand there, and through the gloves, he could only feel some bumps. Before he could feel it carefully, he was pulled back to the ground by gravity.

Is this the abnormality I feel?

From the moment he pressed that spot, the fear ended as abruptly as it had begun.

It seemed that there was no danger, maybe it was just a psychological suggestion. He threw the fishhook into the ceiling, and Kerry pulled the fishing line up so that his sight could fully contact the marks on the ceiling. The brick and stone ceiling was riddled with holes, as if some worm had drilled through it, and the round hole was still smooth.

Krieg took off his gloves and carefully ran his fingers over it. The contact surface was extremely smooth. It did not have the usual roughness of brick and stone structures. Instead, it was like industrially processed glass, round and flawless, with no prickly spots at all.

It didn't look like it was destroyed by brute force. Krieg carefully compared each small hole. This kind of destruction was no different from a work of art. It was as if it had been perfectly treated with some corrosive liquid, as if it was for an exhibition. The fishhook did not find any trace of life in the hole. Instead, it kept reminding him that there was some abnormally weak life under his feet.

Krieg dropped to the ground from the ceiling. Although the center of the blood sacrifice was here, contrary to his expectations, there was nothing to attract attention except the mummies. In fact, if you ignore these mummies, the room can be described as spotless. Not only was there no dust, but there was not even any moisture. Krieg coughed to ease his throat, but it was ineffective.

He had to leave quickly, Krieg thought. His skin was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable, and some of the skin exposed to the air was itchy and uncomfortable. If he continued to stay here to investigate, he would have to consider how he would go out in the future without skin. After all, the damage that the totem light could resist was not dryness.

Breath of life, breath of life, Krieg completely let out the fishing line, and the fishing line grew along with his mental power and could extend to fifty meters away. Although the humidity did not allow him to stay here for long, Krieg still scanned it inch by inch patiently.

As the hook moved around, Krieg returned his gaze to the mummies on the ground. Since he'd entered, there had been no movement, much to Krieg's dismay, as he'd hoped for the resurrection of the dead. He simply squatted down and searched each corpse. These bodies, now mummified, were incredibly fragile. Even the slightest effort would shatter them, exposing the bones beneath. Krieg couldn't make out their original appearance. Their clothes, however, remained largely intact, though Krieg had little knowledge of clothing. However, the wrinkled tattoos beneath still revealed their identities.

They are the Soluscher gang.

One, two, three, Krieger counted the number of people, and finally counted 16 people, 13 of whom were gangsters, and three who looked like detectives or butlers. You can tell by looking at their clothes with different tastes. The gangsters all wore short tops and their hair looked like it had been chewed by a dog, while the detectives all wore three layers of shirts inside and outside. Wearing so much in this weather, it can only be said that they are really cruel in order to maintain a decent life.

One gang member was missing. Krieg still remembered the contents of the file and knew who was missing: Ulysses, the boss of the Soluscher gang. This had nothing to do with his memory. It was simply because the boss was less than 1.5 meters tall, and the shortest of these mummies was taller than him.

Out of respect for the dead, Krieg closed his eyes and then forcefully pulled open the detectives' hidden pockets. These mummies were terrified before they died, but Krieg did not find any wounds on their bodies. The mummy that died at the door showed that the people here did not all die in an instant, but died in an orderly manner. Perhaps something went wrong when they were performing the blood sacrifice, or perhaps they themselves were also the targets of the blood sacrifice.

After a lot of trouble, Krieg actually found a short letter. The sealing wax had been torn off. He blinked hard to make his eyes, which were affected by the strong alcohol, see more clearly. The messy and scribbled handwriting on the letter was more harmful to him than the alcohol.

"Excellent Detective Poirot, you are a blessing to us. Thank God for sending you to us. No amount of praise can express our gratitude to you. These scoundrels who stole art were already in prison, but we found them again. I had to do this, even if these thieves stained the honor of our family. Great Monsieur Poirot, I would rather you had not found this despicable gang of thieves.

Do you remember the precious gems we asked you to find? We were so greedy that we couldn't imagine such colorful gems as big as a fist. Especially since there were dozens of them in the same huge rock?

Mr. Poirot, these things are not gems. They are the eggs of a creature, an extremely horrible creature. My family, I, and other innocent nobles who hold these eggs have all had the same nightmare. They are tentacles groping around, a horrible and disgusting creature. We found information about this creature through unofficial channels. It is a burrowing worm, and what we have at home are the eggs of the burrowing worm.

I don't know how to describe this creature, but it resembles a giant ground-dwelling squid. Its wormlike, elongated bodies are always shrouded in slime. These creatures appear accompanied by a chant-like sound. These powerful diggers can survive for millennia and meticulously protect their offspring. They possess a strange blend of properties, unresembling any other creature on this planet. The lack of adult worms in that rock is simply because the eggs are about to hatch.

If those crazy astrologers are right, this stuff can carve through rock like butter, no need to breathe.

Inspector Poirot, we've learned that most burrowers reside close to the Earth's core, with only wanderers, exiles, and those accidentally swept up in magma eruptions exploring the icy surface where humans thrive. Perhaps they approach the surface to give birth, as young burrowers cannot withstand the extreme temperatures. We don't know their exact motives, but we do know that if one of these creatures fully hatches, our city will be doomed.

I beg you, Detective Poirot, I beg you and your two assistants to solve this case. I have recovered most of the eggs, but two have hatched. They can communicate telepathically. They are sensing our thoughts, from sleep to daytime, and we are never at peace. They are calling out the name of Shude Meier. This is the only clue I can give you."

"What is this?" Hodgson's voice was hoarse and his eyes had turned red.

"A burrowing worm, or maybe even a burrowing demon worm," the blue-eyed officer held down Hodgson's head and carefully felt the top of his forehead. After confirming there was nothing unusual, he felt relieved and released the young sergeant's shoulder. "I know you have nothing to do with this, but what I just did on you was a test, an invitation from a new world."

Hodgson just slumped on the table, looking weak, but the hatred on his face was undisguised.

"What? You want to experience it again?"

The blue-eyed police officer put the statue in front of him again. Hodgson screamed and smashed the statue against the wall. He wanted to pounce on the police officer, but in mid-air, he saw that the pair of blue eyes suddenly had a stream of light circling around the pupils, and they rotated rapidly, and Hodgson stopped in mid-air.

"On the one hand, those who can react to this thing are gifted, and those with talent can see through the illusion of peace and look directly at the chaos and malice within." The blue-eyed police officer picked up the statue and wiped it clean with care, while continuing to explain to Hodgsson, "We, not us, have existed for some years. However, the specific details can only be answered after you join."

The police officer smiled, his eyes etched with a smile. He watched Hodgson struggling desperately and said, "Look at you. You're willing to sell your integrity for a little money. You're truly hopeless. But we even want scumbags. Money-hungry people like you aren't even a problem."

"So you want to join us?"

"Why...why?"

"If you don't join, you'll be executed. You'll have to undergo numerous experiments before execution. Who allowed you to see them? But in return, if you join us, you won't have to worry about the rest of your life. If you're worried about us continuing to use you for experiments, you can always recruit someone new. I believe you're very good at this."

Hodgsson smiled for the first time. "I am indeed very good at it. I will use you as a test subject. I swear."

The officer shrugged and nodded noncommittally, and Hodgson got the answer he wanted. "Now that I'm on board, let's talk about the salary."

"You'll get it."

"Hmph, I hope so." Hodgsong pinched his nose, which was still hurting from bumping into the table. "What is a burrowing demon worm?"

"It's just a higher life form. A cigarette can burn a young one to death, but once it grows up, it's impossible to kill it," the officer sighed. "Luckily, burrowing insects are extremely sensitive to water. Although the mucus covering their skin can isolate even tiny amounts of water, even slight immersion in water will kill them. We've always used a plant that's entirely watery to deal with these small insects, but we can only pretend not to see the larger ones. Why do you think so many tributaries of the Thames were dug?"

Hodgson seemed to have heard something extraordinary. Before he could ask any questions, the blue-eyed police officer disappeared in front of him, leaving Hodgson with no more questions.

What is this, Shude Meier?

Krieg was a little surprised. The background here seemed very impressive, but it had nothing to do with him. Fishhook had already found Ulysses' body.

It turned out that there was a cave at the bottom, and Ulysses was inside it. The thick layer of soil blocked the Beach Boy's perception, but when the scanning range of the fishhook became larger, this barrier became ineffective.

Diablo's mother was buried underground and her mouth was sewn shut. Then the bald gangster's father was buried underground and his body fluids were drained.

To put it simply, there was a kind of insect that ate Ulysses. Krieg stood at the entrance of the cave. Who would have thought that there was a living person hiding under his feet? An extremely hot breath came from below, and Ulysses was about to be roasted dry. There were traces of body fluids sucked on the back of his neck.

"Save me!" Ulysses could only mouth the words, but Krieg knew at first sight that this guy was dead, or rather, it was strange that he was still alive.

"help me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll save you," Krieg pointed the gun at Ulysses' head. The boss, who only appeared for one minute, blinked, then quickly closed his eyes again, raising his chin as much as possible.

Krieger pulled the trigger.

Obviously, Detective Poirot failed, and the blood sacrifice was also a strategy to delay the appearance of the worm. Krieger simply stuffed the note into the mouth of the mummy, then broke off Ulysses' head and prepared to throw it to Scotland Yard.

The incident here is over, and it will be Scotland Yard's turn to deal with the next problem.

ps: Next is Insect Notes

ps2:py "Buddha Gacha Machine"

In the past, there was a capsule toy machine that was causing trouble. This capsule toy machine had amazing powers. When the toy moved, the world would change and the identity would be switched.

This opportunity is hidden in the world, and one of the students accidentally touched its edge and ended up suffering greatly from it. This student is the contemporary college student Ye Lingyi.

The world changes, and this student travels to Gensokyo. This is a story about a man with a Buddhist attitude towards life and a capsule toy machine that doesn't seem to have much presence.

Despite this, Ye Lingyi still...

Chapter 131: Insect Notes

How come you all died before I even started? Krieg was speechless.

Although the marks of sucking on Ulysses' body were scary, for Krieg, a worm that was afraid of water was nothing to be afraid of. Not to mention the existence of Scotland Yard, Britain was surrounded by oceans and the Thames was not far away. By the time this worm grew to the size of "destroying the world", it would have drowned long ago.

After confirming that nothing was missing here, Krieg took back the shell, carefully erased the traces he left, and even folded the letter and stuffed it back into Poirot's arms. If this place was discovered, Krieg still hoped that Scotland Yard could solve the matter as soon as possible, and he would not destroy such clues.

Criminal investigation technology in this era was primitive, and the most common method was to conduct a one-by-one investigation. Krieg's entire body was fake, so normal means were impossible to achieve. Of course, if Scotland Yard could find him through some supernatural power, there would be no way to stop him. However, at the speed of his experience in each world, it would be less than a week between the two worlds. By the time Scotland Yard realized his existence, he wouldn't be the one to worry about it.

When he reached the door, Krieg hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up on setting fire to the place. The traces he left behind could not be used as evidence, and there was no need to start a fire. After all, there were many workers around, and he had to consider too many consequences.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the guard at the door looked up from the newspaper and smiled friendly. The big dog also wagged its tail and pounced on him eagerly. The guard quickly grabbed it and scolded it in a low voice.

Krieg, who had already walked out of the gate, thought for a moment and turned back. He took some money from his pocket, piled it in front of the guard, and divided it into two parts. "I like this dog very much. Buy him some delicious food. Of course, this part is yours."

Krieger winked, then smiled and patted the dog's head until the Doberman purred contentedly.

Amid the guards' thanks, Krieg left the place completely.

Everything is fine now. Krieg walked to the door of his house and yawned loudly. He had spent quite a while on the road, from leaving in a hurry late at night to walking back slowly. It was almost seven o'clock and the sky was already bright. Krieg had seen that many servants had already started working and were hanging something to dry.

"Ah, Mr. Krieger," Krieger was called as he was about to open the door with his key. The housekeeper next door saw him and came over happily. "Sir, our master is going to invite you to a dinner party. He said your advice on stocks is very effective. How about having you come that evening?"

Krieg politely declined the host's kindness and said that he would go later. He also said that his parents liked them very much. The slightly old housekeeper was very happy to hear this.

After a flurry of compliments, Krieg declined the dinner and the suggestion of hiring more servants, finally bidding farewell to the butler. After closing the door, Krieg shook his head. He didn't know if the owner of the house next door was truly foolish or just pretending. These days, stocks of major companies are almost always profitable, but it depends on whether you're qualified to buy in large quantities. Just like how, in the age of information isolation, one could make a fortune by profiting from the price difference of long-distance calls, but starting capital and the household registration system could easily ruin a future businessman.

Since you have helped me make a lot of money, I won't complain about you. Krieger buried his head in the pillow. It turned out that the bed was the most important furniture in the house.

In the following days, he just practiced strictly, and adjusted his funds in his spare time. He had no way in his previous life, but in this life, he had supernatural abilities in his body and assets that an ordinary person would have in ten lifetimes. If he didn't seize the opportunity, Krieg would beat him to death.

As time passed, the next mission finally began.

【Recruitment begins】

[The confirmed world is: One Punch Man]