1TWITF[C Chapter 60

Chapter 60

The next day, Chu Xiu, preoccupied with what Lu Yanli had told him, felt constantly uneasy, like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Chu Xiu didn’t refute.

He also wished he could go back to being an atheist, but the facts were staring him in the face. There really were things in the world that science couldn’t explain. He let his friend laugh for a while before saying, “Never mind that for now, did you find out what I asked you to investigate?”

Chu Xiu took them and started flipping through them, casually saying, “How is it related to the police?”

Chu Xiu had already reached the last page, and hearing this, he closed the file and said, “I know what I’m doing.”

Of course, what he really wanted to ask was another question, but he was too afraid of Chu Xiu beating him up, so he didn’t ask it.

Chu Xiu wearily closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the faint glimmer of light that had momentarily appeared had long since vanished. “I’ll go back next week.”

He was afraid to look into Chu Xian’s eyes, afraid she would be disappointed, would be heartbroken at how he had become. But he also missed Chu Xian very much, wanted to see her again.

Chu Xiu said goodbye and saw him off.

Just before closing the door, the friend rubbed his eyes, wondering to himself: Strange, did he just see that deity statue smile?

After everything was done, he replayed the video, but the scene in the camera made his eyes slowly widen.

Chu Xiu only felt a chill all over his body. He immediately deleted the recording, and the cold feeling barely dissipated.

What’s going on? Could it be… are there ghosts in this world now?

He was alarmed and uncertain, feeling that things were subtly sliding towards an uncontrollable direction.

The laptop was already open. Chu Xiu sat in the corner of the café, cautiously logging onto the website.

Looking closely, there was even a level one account.

Therefore, a level one account like this… had only experienced one task?

But what he said made a lot of sense.

Following what the other person said, Chu Xiu created a new document and seriously began to sort out his thoughts.

At the same moment, Lu Yanli returned to his residence and was also doing the same thing.

He finished dealing with his superiors, went to a nearby church to fulfill his vows, and then went to the Yinming Road again.

Unfortunately, the Yinming Road had been occupied by the cultists, and they weren’t allowing anyone to enter. He couldn’t enter without alarming that group of bizarre cultists, so he had to give up.

Sitting in his room, his pen moved non-stop, gradually forming a web in his mind. After repeated calculations, Lu Yanli finally vaguely grasped the pattern of the last task.

However, “God” cannot truly resurrect people, nor can it reverse time. This can be seen from the addition of Chu Xiu and himself in the same space-time.

The pen drew several wavy lines.

Time is like a river, irreversible. Things that flow with time are like bubbles on the water’s surface. When they make a wish, that God doesn’t rewind the bubbles, but directly takes them from one bubble space to another.

He was momentarily curious.

In other worlds, are there other versions of himself? The version of himself who didn’t walk out of the elevator and survived, or the version of himself who avoided other death nodes? After the task performers leave, will these people disappear with the world’s refresh?

This was the reason he wanted to go to Yinming Road to find out. He wanted to see if An Ru’s body was still in that factory.

What is the relationship between his world and the world where those people are?

Speaking of which, everyone in the whole world is crazy, yet technology can still maintain a steady pace of progress, basically on par with that world, which is also unbelievable to him.

Outside the window, the bright moon hung in the sky.

And now, he recalled that feeling again.

If there really is some existence manipulating everything, why not let him go crazy too?

Lu Yanli didn’t understand.

The next day, Lu Yanli accepted an invitation to attend a gathering of cultists.

The gathering place was chosen on a desolate mountain outside the city, quite far from his residence. When Lu Yanli arrived, most of the people had already gathered.

He also put on a red and white robe with the cultists, but he was obviously not very enthusiastic about such sacrificial activities, only standing at the edge of the crowd watching them dance, cheer, and then prostrate themselves on the ground and cry, believing that they were too filthy and insignificant to receive the grace of God.

The person crying the most fiercely had already drawn a knife and was frantically stabbing himself, vowing to use blood to cleanse his filth. Lu Yanli moved away from him to avoid getting blood on himself.

Once there was one, there was a second, a third… soon, all the people standing in a strange formation fell into pools of blood. The leading priest had a look of saintly and fanatical smile, picked up the head of one of them and muttered to himself. As he spoke, he held the head and danced among the crowd, singing a song with unclear lyrics.

Lu Yanli listened carefully for a while before realizing that the head originally belonged to her lover. The other party was now bidding farewell to him.

She sang for a long time before stopping, forcefully throwing the head in her hand into the distance. The head flew into a pool of water in the distance and sank silently.

“God will surely receive our respect…” Seeing this, she cried with joy.

“Next month, you should go to this place.” The priest handed him a yellowed photograph. An address was written on the back of the photo. “You should go here, to spread the gospel of God to those heretics. This is the will of God.”

Lu Yanli took the photo.

It was a family photo, a total of five people. At first glance, it didn’t seem like anything, everyone was smiling happily. Looking again, it was vaguely eerie. Everyone’s complexion was pale, swollen, and didn’t look like living people at all.

Also, the smiles on their faces, their pointed chins, and the downward curve of their eyes, looked a bit like fox faces at first glance.

Lu Yanli listened to her finish speaking, his expression still calm.

“How many?” he asked.

The priest paused, the smile on her face widening: “All.” She said, word by word, “Everyone is needed.”

“I’ll try my best.” Lu Yanli had no objections. After accepting the task, he nodded to them, strode away, the red robe on his body particularly conspicuous.

He didn’t turn his head, so he didn’t see that on the ground, the bloody, dismembered pieces all piled together, suddenly slowly melting and being absorbed into the ground.

Soon, it was clean again.

After Lu Yanli walked far away, he looked at the address on the photo again.

“XX Province, X City, XX Township, Shangxian Village.”

*

“Why are you back so late today? Where did you go?”

He had several test papers in his hand, not like a lie.

An Ru’s sharp gaze swept over him, but An Xingyu no longer had the experience of shrinking his head whenever he was glared at, as he did when he was a child. He stood quietly in place, letting An Ru examine him.

An Xingyu: “Really just doing homework.”

An Ru chased after him, but the other party had long since disappeared.

However, no matter how he searched, there was no news of his son.