Chapter 133: Don't Recognize My Dad? |
Level 15! Guan Shan let out a long breath, put away the Demon Blade, and then brushed off the mutated mold clinging to his leg.
With the death of its owner, the mold lost its vitality and dried up, crumbling into pieces that fell into the blood water below.
But Guan Shan could still feel the tight, constricting sensation around his leg. Looking down, he saw that his calf was covered in blood marks, as if it had been gnawed on by a row of tiny teeth, with his pants and surrounding flesh mashed into a bloody pulp.
Although the wounds were rapidly disappearing, as if refreshing themselves and soon becoming invisible, the process was still felt.
... Fortunately, these molds were thorny and fine, or else his pants wouldn't have survived.
"Thanks for the help just now."
Guan Shan thanked Lin Shuman through the earpiece, since he couldn't see her and calling out loud would seem silly.
Despite everything, this earpiece was truly amazing, refreshing his understanding of the Esper world once again.
Lin Shuman's ability was quite interesting, making her presence invisible. But on the flip side, the ability named "Invisible Presence" did sound somewhat tragic...
Hearing Guan Shan's thanks, Lin Shuman timidly replied, "No need to thank me. It's my duty."
But why did she instinctively stick out her foot when he shouted "trip it"? Could it be that she had tripped so many people before that it had become a conditioned reflex? No, that can't be true!
Lin Shuman shook her head vigorously, whispering to herself, "I didn't take advantage of missions to trip them. It was those annoying guys who stepped on my foot, and I didn't even blame them. They just had bad luck falling."
Guan Shan, however, obliviously praised her, "No, no, that trip was perfect. The timing was impeccable. I almost thought you'd practiced it."
He sighed, "You really should be in the first squad."
Lin Shuman: "..."
She didn't seem very happy. Guan Shan, oblivious to the impact of his words, continued examining the mold remnants on his fingers. The seemingly delicate white mold was covered with tiny, sharp teeth.
One could imagine how painful it would be if it tightened and twisted.
But unfortunately for the mold, Guan Shan had no pain sensation in the simulation state. So the mold's mechanism was wasted on him—completely ineffective.
Guan Shan, thinking back, felt a bit scared, "It was actually pretty terrifying. If I had been a bit slower, I might have ended up naked... quite the psychological blow."
That said, the mold was actually very damaging.
The giant corpse's slap only took 1200 HP, but the mold and blood-sucking flies, with their sheer numbers, had quietly worn him down to half HP during that short period.
Soft blades cut the deepest! "Good thing leveling up restored my HP, saving me time recovering in place. And... my clothes are repaired too."
Guan Shan walked to the door, where the logistics team had already helped up the shaken Lu family.
To Guan Shan, it looked as if they had dived into the blood water, emerging looking like they'd been dipped in tomato soup, with a particularly festive hue.
Lu Qiuqiu looked at Guan Shan as if seeing him for the first time, filled with shock.
In just a few minutes, despite her fear, she couldn't help but sneak peeks and was deeply impressed by what she saw.
She finally understood how Guan Shan had brought down that building...
Lu Qiuqiu felt like she was watching a special effects blockbuster, with Guan Shan as the absolute main character.
Of course, this movie wasn't Superman but Deadpool, making the scenes somewhat unsuitable for children.
Lu Mingyi stammered, "Just now, that was..."
To them, those humanoid creatures, though not skeletal, were aged beyond recognition. Even so, they still fought for survival, their murky eyes filled with ferocity.
Clearly, they had lost their minds over the long years, turning into madmen.
Guan Shan took out his Crowbar again, saying, "They were Espers trapped here before. Maybe 'The Room' wanted something from them."
"Just like you and that detective, trapped here because of a statue. If we hadn't come to save you, you might have ended up like them in a few years."
"So White Night was also captured and went missing because of him?"
Lu Mingyi was stunned, then gave a bitter smile, "The statue was taken by him, and I told him how to use it, but he still wouldn't let me go. He said I was lying..."
Is that so? Even though the statue was only half, Lu Mingyi had used it for years, and it was definitely effective.
Guan Shan rubbed his chin, "He's probably not planning to let you go."
He raised his voice, addressing the ceiling, "In that case, there's only one way left—we'll come to find you!"
The previously arrogant 'The Room' was now silent. Guan Shan raised an eyebrow, "Why aren't you talking?"
"Let me guess, after seeing me kill these three C-level Espers, are you terrified? Confused? Or scared? It's okay, we'll meet soon. Then, I'll kill you just like this!"
They say, if your voice is louder than the ghost's, you'll have the upper hand in a horror game.
Surprisingly, the ghost was indeed silent.
Guan Shan's courage swelled as he spoke, picking up the Crowbar and prying open the room's door.
Outside was an empty room, the blood water level redistributed.
He turned back, speaking seriously, "Let's go, Victoria, Officers A, B, and C, and... Mr. Pavlov."
Guan Shan even had the leisure to joke, using the simulator's character names.
But Lu Qiuqiu looked surprised, "How did you know my English name is Victoria?"
Guan Shan: "..."
"No, I didn't."
Probably just the simulator knew.
Lu Qiuqiu grew more curious, "Is this also your ability? Seeing information you didn't know, so you could immediately tell the time flow was different?"
Guan Shan, feeling a headache, sensed Lu Qiuqiu was treating him like a special case, vaguely replied, "Sort of?"
Lu Qiuqiu asked, "Don't you know my dad?"
Guan Shan casually replied, "Of course, we met today. He's a famous psychiatrist at Sacred Heart Hospital."
So he doesn't remember...
Lu Qiuqiu felt more intrigued, stepping back and whispering to Lu Mingyi, "Dad, have you met him?"
Lu Mingyi frowned, shaking his head, "Qiuqiu, why ask that? Do you think your dad is famous? People don't know me. I'm just a psychiatrist. How would I meet non-patients? You should be more polite."