Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 241 Mutation
After the knife-wielding man left, the silver-haired man leaned back in his seat, waiting for things to be resolved.

This abnormal commission was most likely caused by that brat, so as long as that brat is dealt with, there will be no abnormality.

In fact, most anomalies are like this, especially in remote areas like this, where few people around are decent citizens, so it is very easy to deal with.

After just a short while, a gunshot was heard from afar. The silver-haired man frowned and asked through the interface:

"Dachen, what's going on?"

A voice immediately came to my ears: "There's a fighter inside. This person has implants. They also have guns. There's some trouble."

The silver-haired man cursed: "This is a shabby place with lots of trouble."

He turned around and said, "An Dan, can you interfere?"

In the back seat was a woman with short hair, purple eye makeup and a lazy look. The implant exposed on her neck extended to her back and the back of her head, with gorgeous decorations added on top.

She nodded after hearing that. She closed her eyes and seemed to be trying to connect with something. After a while, she said, "Okay, I have already transmitted the wrong perception to the fighter's implant, and I have also disconnected his realm connection."

"okay."

The silver-haired man said to Dachen again: "Hurry up and solve it." Then he asked Jie Ping to call out the music from his collection and started playing it. All of a sudden, a long wolf howl was heard from his ears.

This was his favorite song by the Sun Band, "Wolf Legend". His body began to sway with the music:
"Crazy, turbulent, like the waves..."

"Flamboyant, unrestrained, like the blazing sun..."

"Under the vast sky, I am a lone wolf running..."

After waiting for a while, Dachen came back from outside, his knife covered in blood.

The silver-haired man opened his eyes and looked out the window. "Is it done?"

Dachen nodded.

The silver-haired man said, "Let's go!"

After Dachen put away his knife and got in the car, the SUV turned around and left.

As Chen Chuan and Lao Qi were on their way back, it began to drizzle and the sky became dark. The headlights and neon lights of the vehicles on the road shone through the rain onto the car windows, turning into blurred spots of various colors.

Chen Chuan then asked, "Old Qi, do you know where I can buy maps? Maps of the central city."

Lao Qi thought for a moment and said, "There's an old magazine store about two kilometers away that sells them."

Chen Chuanshuo said, "Then please take me there. I might buy some other things. It's not far from the college. I'll go there by myself. You should go back early too."

Lao Qi agreed, and three or four minutes later, the car drove to the door of a store and slowly stopped at the roadside. Chen Chuan said goodbye to Lao Qi and got out of the car. Not long after, he found a small shop with a narrow storefront about ten meters away, where he successfully bought a map.

For someone like him who wears a mid-range ID card, he only needs to look up where to go on the platform. However, maps are very necessary for many people. They don't have much money and can only buy second-hand or third-hand ID cards, which only have a conversation function. To go to unfamiliar places, they either look for nearby ID points or rely on maps.

But he bought this to make it easier to find the address left for him by his parents in this life.

He couldn't use the boundary certificate to check, because that would leave traces.

Even if he found the location, he didn't plan to go there immediately. Instead, he planned to wait for a while before going there, because he was not sure if anyone was paying attention to this matter.

It was raining at the time, and he did not rush back. Instead, he strolled along the street covered by a glass roof. There were bustling crowds around him, and the light boxes around him were flashing bright words and patterns. The slightly damp cold wind blew on his cheeks from time to time, and in the distance there were twinkling lights.

He came to a tram station and stopped. He heard a sound from behind. He turned around and saw the huge figures of a man and a woman emerging on the wall of the building. Advertisements for implants in various parts of their bodies appeared on their bodies. Gentle and friendly male and female voices took turns introducing the convenient life brought by the implants.

In just a moment, the tram arrived at the station.

Just as Chen Chuan was about to join the crowd in getting on the bus, Lao Qi's contact avatar started to pop up. He took a look, answered the call, and asked, "Lao Qi, what's going on?"

Lao Qi's voice was filled with uneasiness: "Brother Chen, that Chongda guy suddenly sent me a message just now, but he ended halfway through. There was no more news when I asked again. Is there something going on?"

Chen Chuan's eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "Lao Qi, are you home yet?"

"Not yet. Do you want to go back and take a look? Okay, I'll come pick you up right away."

"Is everything alright at your home?"

"It's okay, I said hello."

"I'm at the station. I've sent you the location."

Chen Chuan ended the communication with him and thought for a while. The ghost story had been buried. As long as Xiaoman didn't dig it out himself, there would be no problem.

unless……

Hope that's not the case.

After waiting for a few minutes, Lao Qi's car drove up to him. Chen Chuan got in the car. Lao Qi said, "I don't know what happened to Chong Da?"

Chen Chuanshuo: "You won't know until you get it."

In less than half an hour, they returned to the shantytown they had just been to. However, looking over, the entire area was dark, with only a few spots of light.

After the car was parked, the two walked inside, but after a few steps, they saw someone lying on the road from a distance, still twitching all over. Lao Qi said in horror: "What happened?"

Chen Chuan looked at the second me, where there were strong signs of blurring. Lao Qi had double images in front of his eyes at this time, and he covered his head: "Why do I feel a little dizzy?" Chen Chuan grabbed him, looked inside with dark eyes, and said: "Lao Qi, don't go forward, I'll go in and take a look alone."

Lao Qi was a little surprised and asked: "Is it the thing from before?"

Chen Chuan said seriously, "It's the same one as before, but some things are different now." He turned and said, "Lao Qi, you said you were in the esoteric circle before?"

Lao Qi nodded.

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Then can you get these materials?" As he spoke, he sent the names of the ritual materials and the quantities required through the interface.

Lao Qi hesitated and said, "Yes!"

"how long?"

Lao Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Leave it to me, I can get it before dawn at the latest!"

Chen Chuan took out a wad of money from his pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "If it's not enough, you can use my share first."

Lao Qi said, "This is enough, Brother Chen, leave this matter to me." As he said that, he put the money in his pocket and hurried to the car.

"Lao Qi."

Chen Chuan turned sideways and called him again.

"What's wrong?" Lao Qi stopped.

Chen Chuan looked at him and said seriously: "Don't force yourself. Your own safety comes first."

Lao Qi waved his hand at him, "I know."

After watching him leave, Chen Chuan walked deeper into the shantytown. On the way, he saw people fainting on the ground. He immediately quickened his pace, reached out to pick up everyone in his sight, and then moved them to the edge of the abnormal impact.

Some people fell down in the shed. At this time, there was no need to follow any rules. They just kicked the door open and brought the people out.

The rain from the sky kept wetting his body, but was quickly evaporated by the heat from his body, turning into wisps of steam floating up.

This shantytown probably has about a thousand people living there, but the area mainly affected is the area centered around the shanty where Xiaoman lives.

He could only bring out some of the people on the outermost periphery who could still be saved, while the people closest to that area had already died.

He brought out more than 20 people in total. Some residents nearby saw his actions and tried to come up to help, while others, who might have relatives inside, rushed in anxiously. However, they all fell down after taking a few steps and were dragged back to a safe area by Chen Chuan. No one came forward after that.

At this moment, more and more people gathered around, and they silently watched Chen Chuan's figure constantly coming in and out.

After Chen Chuan took out everyone who could be taken out, he walked towards the center. During the whole process, the second me showed a strong blur, and even the boundary certificate could not be used normally. The light and shadow in front of him kept shaking from time to time, and the sound coming from it was also intermittent, so he simply turned it off.

When he arrived at Xiaoman's house, Brother Chong's body was lying at the door. The fatal wound was a cut in the throat. A large pool of blood had gathered below. A pistol had fallen not far away. It was the one Xiaoman had been holding in his hand.

He raised his eyes and saw several bullet holes on the opposite wall. He walked slowly to the backyard. A mannequin was sitting in the rain holding the body of a teenager. The mannequin looked upwards with its empty eyes. There was a bloody bullet hole on the boy's back.

He looked at it for a while and took a breath. This strange story could not be easily solved.

And as time goes by, the impact of this strange story may become larger and larger. It is hard to say about other places, but the entire shantytown will be within this range.

The easiest way is to get those people to move away.

But he knew that these people had nowhere else to go except here, and this was the only place where they could stay and accommodate them.

He turned and walked out. There was still time, a chance to restrain it before the scope of influence expanded completely.

At about 11 o'clock in the evening, Lao Qi finally came back. He got out of the car with a big box and walked up to Chen Chuan. "Brother Chen, everything you want is here."

Chen Chuan took it with one hand and said, "Old Qi, thank you for your hard work."

"These are nothing." Lao Qi looked around and said solemnly, "Brother Chen, do you want to arrange the ceremony? Let me help you."

Chen Chuan said, "Lao Qi, you can't get in there, go and have a rest first, I'll take care of the rest."

Lao Qi said, "Okay, Brother Chen, I'll wait for you in the car."

Chen Chuan carried the box back to Xiaoman's shed. He glanced at the dummy, opened the box, took out the tools inside, and began to draw ritual patterns on the surrounding walls.

This was his first time to arrange a Tantric ritual, but fortunately, after being refined and summarized by the Tantric Bureau, this restraint ritual was not too complicated and he only had to follow the drawing.

It is important that the person depicting the ritual knows what the purpose of the ritual is and what effect it will ultimately achieve, and he is very clear about this.

As a fighter, his hands were unusually steady, and every stroke he drew was precise and accurate, even paying attention to the rough places that needed attention.

Fortunately, the rain had stopped at this moment, otherwise he would have had some trouble painting.

After several hours of busy work, he put down the final stroke at dawn.

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(End of this chapter)