Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 332 Judgment Star and Tianwang Temple (4k+)

Familiar people and even gods suddenly appeared in the Special Investigation Department!

This was a big deal. Although the people from the Saint's Sect only gave a general description of the cause and expressed appropriate doubts, it still attracted enough attention.

The investigators were divided into two groups. One group was responsible for evacuating the civilian staff within the department and taking away important information to a secret shelter somewhere within the department.

Another group of people, led by Lin Brown, began to search layer by layer.

But this Green Decay is a god after all. Even if he is only controlling a puppet through dreams, he is still cunning and ghostly and difficult to deal with.

Lin Brown brought investigators who were proficient in forbidden spells and used various ancient relics to search, but they couldn't find anything!
Then there are only two possibilities, either he escaped from the Investigation Department, or he is still hiding somewhere.

Lin Brown returned to the basement study where the incident happened, left a note for Richie, and chased out of the investigation department with his companions.

So where did the fake Ricky, or the disintegrating milky white tube, escape to?
He fled to the second underground floor, which was where the Investigation Department kept ancient relics and ritual materials. Green Decay wanted to hide here for two days and then leave quietly after the storm died down.

In the dark room, on top of the storage rack, the tubes slowly converged and finally turned into the shape of a small slug, with a milky white body, eye stalks protruding from the top of its head, and three grape-like eyeballs hanging on it.

Just as Green Decay breathed a sigh of relief and was about to hand over control of his body to Wordsworth, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the room.

Hmm? Anyone else?
The slug carefully hid itself between a pile of old books and a broken lampshade without making a sound.

Soon, a man wearing a black top hat slowly approached the area. The room was pitch dark, but the man walked freely as if he could see at night.

He stopped at the shelf where the slug was hiding, raised his head and looked toward the top shelf, his eyes fixed precisely on the old books and the lampshade.

He can see me!?

The green decay gave rise to a strange feeling. Even if there was an obstruction in the middle, there was no place for it to hide in front of the top hat!
This is not the worst. The green decay has been pulling the puppet through Wordsworth's dreams. The moment he was stared at by the top hat, he felt that his dreams were collapsing piece by piece.

Wordsworth's messy subconscious began to peel off like water-soaked wall paint.

It won't be long before this dream completely collapses. Not only will he lose control of the puppet, but even this part of his divinity will be buried forever in Wordsworth's dream.

run! Run quickly!
The slug on the shelf on the second floor underground no longer cared about whether his identity was exposed or not. He turned around and crawled under the bookshelf. In a panic, he found a hole in the floor and turned into countless tubes to crawl in.

The man in the top hat in the darkness stared at the direction where the tube disappeared for a long time without reacting.

He could smell the thing, and the stench seemed familiar, but he was not going to chase it. His mission was to protect the storage room on the second floor of the basement. As for the rest...

Farrell in the Top Hat touched his forehead and couldn't remember much about what happened before he came to Moses Sad.

Why did my former identity end up here? It all seems like a distant dream, thin and indifferent, seemingly within reach, but I can never see through the mist.

The time that Slug was hiding in the second underground floor happened to coincide with Lin Brown's search. Although some investigators in the investigation department are still on alert, the security level is lower than before.

Slug was hiding in the toilet cubicle, his mind full of the top hat.

That guy...that guy might be a god from old times. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment. After all, his real body was not here and he couldn't make an accurate judgment.

Hurry up, we have to get out of here quickly.

Green Decay curled up on the water tank, wondering how to get out of this predicament. Half an hour later, the door of the toilet was opened, and through the gap under the cubicle door, Slug could see the mop dragging back and forth on the floor.

Hmm? Cleaner?
An hour later, the guard standing guard at the first-floor door of the Investigation Department found that the cleaner, Old Andre, was helping another cleaner walk out. The cleaner, who seemed to be unconscious, had one hand on Old Andre's shoulder and had a hat on his head, so his face could not be seen.

Old Andrei kept complaining as he walked:
"Hilbert, you are such a jerk who doesn't know your priorities. Do you think it's so easy for your dad to put you in the Investigation Department as a cleaner?
You knew you had to work today, but you still dared to drink so much last night? Humph, if I knew you were fooling around last night, I would definitely skin you alive!"

"Old Andre, what's going on?"

The investigator at the door wanted to take off the drunk cleaner's hat, but he retracted his hand after smelling the strong toilet smell on him.

"Hey, one of my nephews from the countryside just came to work in the Investigation Department a few days ago. I don't know where he went last night and got drunk. He was sleeping soundly with his arms around the toilet and his head was almost stuck in it.

I took him home to sober up. Hi, I just said hello to the supervisor and I will do his part of the work for him. "

While speaking, he clenched his fist and hit his drunk nephew.

"Ah."

Old Andre was a familiar face in the investigation department, having worked there for more than ten years. Most of the investigators knew him. The janitor waved his hand in disgust to fan away the stench, and with his other hand he twisted the small statue beside him inconspicuously.

"Get out, quickly!"

"Well, alas, sometimes the youngsters are not as capable as us old fellows."

Old Andre was complaining as the young man walked into a hidden alley. The young man raised his head slightly, as if he was sensing the situation around him. After making sure that there was no one around, he withdrew his right hand from Andrew's shoulder.

Looking closely at his right hand, there is a short thorn several inches long sandwiched between the index and middle fingers.

The young man took off his hat, revealing a flat face without any facial features, just milky white, slimy flesh.

He waved his hands, and old Andre, who had been briefly controlled by him before, fell to the ground limply, his eyes dull, as if he had just experienced a nightmare.

His bet was right. At this moment, the most laxly guarded location in the Investigation Department was the main entrance. Green Decay leaned against the trash can and squeezed out the last bit of strength from Wordsworth, changing his face back to Ricky's.

Although the process was not smooth, the result was achieved and I finally came out with this face.

However... the people in the investigation department have become wary, so they can't use this face to do anything too outrageous for the time being. It's best to wait until the mainland expo is over before making a final decision...

Green Decay walked slowly out of the alley, preparing to find a place to park the puppet first. Wordsworth and himself both needed a rest, so the rest would have to be done slowly.

But as he walked, a fat man in a big suit jacket quietly followed him from behind. It was not until the fake Ricky walked under a sparsely populated bridge that the fat man took two quick steps and grasped the fake Ricky's shoulder.

It was none other than Brundtrang.

After solving the trouble with Prince Herama, Brundtrang has been lurking around the Investigation Department for the past few days, looking for an opportunity to attack Ricky.

But...even though Ricky's identity has been confirmed, it's not easy to take action.

This person is either hiding in the Investigation Department, or even with the protection of the master, he dare not go directly into the Investigation Department to arrest people.

After leaving the investigation department, he went home. His master had also told him what was in his home. A certain god had been living there for some unknown reason, so he did not dare to act rashly.

I'm lucky today. As I was watching, I saw Ricky walking alone in a cleaner's uniform towards a deserted place. Isn't this a godsend?
Fake Ricky turned his head and looked at the fat man:
"I think this is a misunderstanding... I..."

Wordsworth almost cried in his dream. At the beginning, the plan of God the Father seemed to be absolutely brilliant. Using Ricky's face would surely cause trouble in New Nurent. With a little preparation, it would not be a fantasy to trick Nicholas' invention out again.

Why is it so unlucky? Are all the people in New Nurent your enemies?
The fat man in front of him looked unfriendly, and Wordsworth's consciousness was trapped in the puppet and he dared not move.

He called out to his father God again, but the green decay did not respond. Changing his body and appearance so many times in a short period of time had drained away the last of his divinity that was lodging in Wordsworth. Although he could still think and communicate with Wordsworth's consciousness, he could not escape no matter what.

Brundtrang's fat arms were weak and boneless, and there seemed to be something buried deep under his skin that was not flesh and blood. The force of the bondage was so great that it was difficult to break free. Brundtrang's face showed an empty and crazy smile after a successful revenge, and he brought the fake Ricky back to the secret base of the Emerald Dervish.

The Emerald Dervish, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, only looked up at the fake Ricky and realized that Brundtrang had caught the wrong person.

The surrounding scene changed instantly, the dark room disappeared, and Brundtrang was left outside the dreamland. Next to the black lotus pond in the Mandala Temple, the Emerald Ascetic stared at the fake Ricky opposite him.

Under the erosion of the consciousness of chaos and disaster, the poor body of the fake Ricky collapsed in less than a second.

In the temple courtyard on the top of the snow-capped mountain, twisting and wriggling white tubes appeared out of thin air in front of the Emerald Ascetic.

As for the statue far away in the ocean freighter, transparent liquid oozed out from the holes on the statue's facial features. The granite fragments wrapped around the body swayed slightly. He looked very negative.

Gods have no emotions, only instincts. Emotions are the product of consciousness, which is inefficient and unstable.

For the gods, to be low means to be low, which means escape and obliteration, so at this time the Green Decay who was manipulating the Dream-Inducing Puppet was powerless in front of the Emerald Ascetic.

This puppet is both his backup and part of the dream of his earthly preacher Wordsworth. If it is crushed by the Emerald Dervish at will, the loss will be too great.

At this moment, he could only throw out the last bait, which was also a secret in his heart.

He wanted to use this as a bargaining chip to get the other party to show leniency.

"The Lost Sea holds the secret of calling the Star of Judgment."

In the mandala, feeling the weak will transmitted from the tube on the opposite side, the skinny ascetic floating in the air in a strange posture couldn't help but open his eyes.

The green eyeless pupils were flowing with emerald green light. Far away outside this world, in the Carcosa Palace of Aldebaran, a tall and thin figure in a yellow robe suddenly appeared!

……

The next day, Liu Yonglu came to the Investigation Department under the protection of Millie Tang. As soon as he arrived at the door, more than a dozen investigators came out to greet him and "took" him to the second floor.

I'm afraid he's a fake. Let's do a psychological assessment first.

Chief Norman, Sir Gregory, and Lady Peggy interrogated for an hour before they were sure that the Ricky in front of them was the real deal!
Liu Yonglu also understood the headquarters' feelings. It was definitely worth taking seriously that a counterfeit was using his face to cheat people.

He exchanged a few more words with the three leaders, understood the whole story, and then left.

Let's go to the crime scene again. Milly Tang has been waiting for him in the study on the basement floor. Now the water tank containing the opal has been sent to the containment department by the headquarters. It has been given the highest level of attention and is being strictly preserved.

“Oh, I haven’t come back yet… I don’t know if I’ve found the fake me.

I have an idea. I will just wear Dou Nival's mask for the next two days. I don't think the other party can change with me."

Millie Tang ignored him. She was reading yesterday's incident report, which described in detail the specific characteristics of the milky white tube.

Liu Yonglu walked to the table and flipped through the note.

"Mi Li'er, is there anything you need later? We have to go to the Saint's Church."

"What are you going to church for?"

"Look, this is the note Lin left for me."

Liu Yonglu handed the note to Millie Tang, with two lines of words written on it.

"Mr. Rich's search was fruitless.

Go to church quickly and be careful."

"What do you mean? Did the Saint's Sect see that your identity as Saint Baran was a fake?"

Millie Tang felt that the note was suspicious. Why should she be so cautious when going to church?

"I do not know either."

Liu Yonglu touched the back of his head. He looked at the note from front to back and left to right and felt that the possibility Millie Tang mentioned did exist.

But in fact, they both understood it wrongly.

This note appears to contain two sentences, but they were written by two different people.

The first half of the sentence was written by Kogan: "Mr. Rich, go to church immediately."

At that time, Kou Gang didn't know where Liu Yonglu had gone, so he left a note for him, asking him to go see Bishop Bernard as soon as possible and not to be rude.

The second half of the sentence was written by Lin Bei: "The search was fruitless, so be more cautious."

At that time, Lin Brown didn't find the impostor, and thought that since the other party had specifically changed into Ricky's face, he must be targeting him, so he asked him to be more careful.

Both of them were in a hurry when they wrote, and their handwriting was sloppy and all written on a piece of paper.

When it came to Liu Yonglu, he read it from left to right and connected it into:

"Mr. Rich's search has been fruitless. Go to the church immediately and be more cautious."

It reads quite smoothly. The first half of the sentence means that you haven't found yourself, and the second half means to go to church but be careful.

"Tsk, oh, it's a blessing, it's a curse, it's a curse, don't let them come to us, let's go and ask."

"Isn't it a reminder for you to be more careful?"

"Let's bring more people. New Newlund is still Mosesad's territory after all. Even if the Saint's Clan finds out that there is something wrong with me, they won't dare to arrest me under the noses of dozens of investigators."

Liu Yonglu went out and shouted, then rushed into the church with dozens of investigators!

I owe more than 1k words, so I’ll make up for it right away. It’s been quite taxing to think of an outline lately.

After writing, I’m going to bed. Good night everyone.

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(End of this chapter)