Chapter 148 Dark Nest (Rain, New Case, Comic Content)

Chapter 148: Dark Nest (Rain, New Case, Comic Content)

The comics have been updated.

The familiar opening remarks and the real strength need no further elaboration. Just a clear and pleasant reminder tone can make those who are slacking off immediately grab their phones and click on the App at the same time and different locations.

"Doomsday", start!

The war of words on the forum has not actually stopped, but there is always a pause during certain time periods. It seems that the cartoonist knows the readers' rest time very well and releases updates at this time.

When you open the page, the color page that comes into view is the one with the highest popularity value, which is also the one that has been controversial in recent days.

Daytime.

Some readers were about to pick up their keyboards to criticize the cartoonist, but were briefly impressed by the cartoonist's beautiful and unremitting painting skills. As a result, they put their rage aside and just stretched their necks to admire the cartoonist for a while.

This time the color pages seem to continue the style of the cartoonist "Riddler", with darker colors, making people always feel that it contains a mystery that is unknown at the moment. Only when the answer is revealed one day in the future, can we understand its true breath.

First, there was a misty fog, looming and sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, surrounding the young man. The light white and pure black were tightly entangled, making it impossible to tell who was swallowing whom and who was wrapping whom. The young man in the center has his eyes slightly closed, his eyelashes drooping with no apparent emotion, his beautiful face is hidden in the vague mist and covered with a hazy veil.

Silver threads were illuminated by the moonlight, entwining and interweaving around his knuckles, yet sinking deeply into his flesh, binding his fingertips pale, the only bright color being the blood that was cut from them. Just drop by drop, it gets stained on the silk thread.

Fog condensed on the hands raised in the daytime. Between black and white, the shape of an ancient key quietly emerged, with dense patterns flashing with gold, vaguely engraved on it. The young man lowered his eyes, as if he was watching, but also as if he was tired.

This time's color pages are different from the others. The focus is on people, rather than the contrast between people and scenery. The background was illusory and rippling like water waves. Only the young man was clear-headed and silent, like a pilgrim with his head bowed.

The barrage of comments popped up one after another after a pause.

"It feels like... there is a lot of information (scratching my head.jpg)"

"But I don't understand."

"That's right (nods) The information clues of the doomsday are scattered like fragments in various places. If any one is missing, the conclusion may be completely different... Which prediction post on the forum has not been stacked with thick armor?"

"Why is it daytime again..."

"If you don't want to watch, just turn left and leave, thank you. If you want to argue, go to the forum and don't disturb others."

"This fog refers to black fog, right? Fog is already a very sensitive existence in comics, but what does white fog refer to? (Crayon Puppy Confused.jpg)"

"And the key... I feel like it's a very meaningful metaphor, but I don't understand it (with clear eyes)"

…

The scene begins with daylight passing over the protagonists. The three people, whose minds were severely traumatized, had dazed expressions, chaotic emotions filling their chests. When they raised their heads and looked back, the young man had disappeared. On the empty rooftop, all the beauty and laughter have become a thing of the past.

The day did not stop. The young man who was moving forward, passing others, no longer had the arrogance on his face, but was instead expressionless and calm.

There is no unchanging smile on the lips, nor is there the understanding that everything is under control in the eyes.

He looks tired. Readers inexplicably have this illusion.

He kept walking, and talismans appeared on his sleeves. The indigo flame of a high-level teleportation talisman flashed by, and the surrounding environment changed in an instant, changing frame by frame with the appearance of more flames, until the man who kept moving forward stopped at a familiar place.

It is the deserted forest after the special copy disappeared.

There was no one living there at the moment, and the gloomy sky seemed like it would rain heavily in the next second. The people who had been searching for three days and had not given up yet went home early, leaving only the lonely land, dry and cracked.

The day bows its head. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the readers actually feel that he is a little slow.

After a long while, he leaned over, placed his palms gently on the rough ground, and closed his eyes without showing any emotion. The hem of his shirt fell as he moved, lying beside him in silence.

The comments looked at this action with some confusion.

“Is this… a moment of silence?”

Maybe.

The next moment, the shirt that was quietly hanging to the ground suddenly fluttered, and a strong wind blew up in the desolate and windless place, causing the dead leaves to fall with a loud noise, surrounding the silent young man with his eyes closed. Tiny lights appeared and rose like fireflies in the daytime, illuminating the dark sky.

Strong energy fluctuations swept across, calling out to the unknown deep underground.

It may be just a brief moment, or it may be a long time later.

He opened his eyes in the daytime, and his eyes illuminated by fireflies seemed to be filled with soft ripples of light, imprinted with the gradually increasing halo under his palm - something unknown responded to his call, came from the bottomless darkness, and gently fell into the palm of his hand.

It was a mist formed by black and white, the pure colors were intertwined, close yet unable to blend.

[……] The young man watched, his lips pursed into a faint smile, which quickly disappeared.

The day holds the mist in its hands. In the picture, this scene overlaps with the color page.

The atmosphere was uncomfortably quiet. The guy who always smiles and does whatever he wants falls silent, which is actually a silent emotional release.

Bystanders felt subconsciously confused by this atmosphere, but could not understand it. In invisible corners, undercurrents always subtly change their direction, until the future suddenly wakes up and realizes that time has already decided everything.

The noisy comments suddenly fell silent.

"What is this...? One black and one white, but the white is much more than the black. What does it represent? Why is it underground? Is it a relic from a dungeon?"

"Black fog, black fog, this is already a key topic in the comics (thinking)"

"Could it be that the voice's true form...? After all, it is a being created from a copy, and if it is parasitic in the black fog, then its true form is also black fog?"

"I feel like there is no other explanation other than this (paralysis)"

"How do you explain the white part? In the coloring page, black and white form the key, which means that they are indispensable? And they are intertwined because the body of the voice is this black and white mist?"

"What's the key then?"

"Since Bai Zhou came back on purpose, it means he must know that there is something underneath! Maybe this is also part of his plan... But looking at it this way, Qi Heng's death is like killing three birds with one stone. It not only solves the situation of a large number of psychics choosing death, but also solves the situation of energy bodies being coveted by cults, and also allows him to obtain this unknown mist that is attributed to the "key" (leaning back)"

"? That makes me want to laugh, so cats are born to die."

…

They started arguing again.

The other readers were also accustomed to this and just continued reading with frowns.

In the comic, the controversial young man doesn't care at all.

The rain fell, instantly soaking people's dry clothes. The cold wind mixed with the raindrops blew on the thin bodies of people in the rain. Bai Dayu paused and looked up at the sky where rain suddenly began to fall. A drop of rain hit his eyes heavily, causing the young man to scream, close his eyes and lower his head. Then the rain flowed down his outline like a tear mark.

Temperament always obscures some facts and causes people to make wrong judgments. Just like at this moment, with heavy rain pouring down and in the mist, readers were shocked to realize that Bai Zhou, who has always been arrogant and powerful in the comics, is actually very thin, always covered by a big windbreaker.

It's an appearance that is completely opposite to its powerful strength. As the young man lowered his head to wipe the rain, the superior aura that had been lingering around him disappeared, making this thoroughly drenched smiling tiger exude a different aura.

"Weak" and "pitiful", these two words can actually be associated with daytime one day. Readers were amazed.

But it was also very strange that the quarrel that had just started had somehow died out in this picture.

Someone cursed: "What the hell, cursing Bai Zhou in these pages, I always feel like he is the poor guy who is being bullied, it's really weird."

This drop of rain may have also made the day a little more sober.

The young man probably sighed. In the picture, the familiar indigo flame rose out of thin air. The next second, the person who was standing in the rain and didn't even bother to avoid the rain disappeared, and no one knew where he went with the mist.

Just before the page fell into darkness, a sighing voice sounded:

[It's time to end.] 】

——

A shift in perspective. Government, meeting room.

Several senior executives and guests from high-level guilds were seated on both sides of the long wooden table.

The commander sat in the middle as usual, trying hard to stare with his overworked and lifeless eyes. The report in his hand was a hundred times more refreshing than espresso. After he read the text clearly, he instantly opened his eyes wide and his expression became serious.

Is it the same person who committed the crime? 】Someone frowned.

[It seems so.] 】A guild member nodded,【Judging from the modus operandi and the victims, the murderer is probably the same person. 】

【And the victim. 】She frowned deeply, obviously thinking of unpleasant memories, [They are all people with super powers. 】

Another case of a supernatural being.

This time the means were even more bizarre. After discovering the unconscious victim, they thought it was another plan of the Dark Nest, but the physical examination results and various clues showed that the murderer was someone else.

On the screen, the report, which was wrinkled by the superior, was printed clearly in black and white.

There were three incidents in total, and the three victims were all people with special abilities. They had nothing in common in appearance, abilities, or behavioral habits. The time of their deaths was also completely irregular, and the location and time were all random - as if the murderer had just gone out for a walk and happened to meet them and committed a crime.

There is no doubt that the murderer must also be a person with super powers.

After a series of meticulous investigations, everyone was horrified to find that all the victims had their superpowers robbed.

Yes, plunder.

There was not even a bit of energy left, and their entire bodies were like a deflated balloon, unable to store any air. Their affinity was even worse than that of ordinary people. The energy in the air would subconsciously bypass them, as if there was a foul odor on them.

Those supernatural powers that were once released at will have completely disappeared in the lives of the victims, and they have no choice but to close their mouths and moan desperately - they cannot say anything about the murderer. As a consequence of having their superpowers forcibly robbed, they also suffered severe side effects. They might have to spend the rest of their lives in bed, becoming completely disabled.

This sounds like something that makes people extremely angry, and it is an extremely vicious case that will cause everyone to attack it.

But the reality is just the opposite.

Because these three victims are all notorious without exception. He is a very typical fellow, who just relied on his useless supernatural power to occupy the mountain and bully men and women. He has done many evil things and now he has become a useless person. Others can only cheer loudly, applaud and shout that God has eyes.

In fact, the government and the unions couldn’t help but feel this way.

But as leaders, they must be more cautious and have more important things to focus on. This is also the reason why several people gathered here - to catch the murderer who "did good deeds".

The matter of plundering superpowers is so serious that just the sound of it being spread will cause a commotion. After discovering this, the decent people immediately stopped the news from spreading to prevent someone with ulterior motives from taking advantage of it to make a profit. Fortunately, the accident site was very remote, and the villagers mysteriously covered up the incident and did not report it. The person in charge there was shocked when he discovered it by chance, and he was very tactful to cover it up and inform his superiors... and finally it went straight to the office of the top management.

Case reports from three different regions appeared on the desk.

The comments were so shocking that they started a heated discussion, instantly forgetting Bai Zhou who was at the forefront of the conversation just now.

“Oh my god… Plundering superpowers, using superpowers to plunder superpowers, this, is cheating? If it gets too powerful, won’t it be a big problem?”

"Indeed... we can't just look at the surface. Maybe the murderer is just a little weak at the moment and can't plunder the supernatural powers of the strong, so he deliberately used the weak supernatural people for experiments, and by the way, he also won the applause of the persecuted (pondering)"

"From the report, it can be seen that the abilities of the three victims are useless, and even their talents have stagnated for several years... But is it possible that it was not the abilities that did it? But some equipment or some props?"

"That's impossible (waving hands)"

"It's impossible. If it's an instrument, it will definitely leave marks on the body. Besides, no such instrument has been developed yet, and the Dark Nest can't do it! And it's impossible for such a prop to drop in the copy. It violates the rules of the game!"

"Yes, so it must be a superpower who committed the crime. It may be to plunder the superpowers of the weak as nourishment to improve themselves, or it may be simple self-heroism, or it may be intentional malice. In any case, it is unlikely to be the method of the Dark Nest (touching chin)"

"Hiss... a lightning type who can't even shock a chicken, a functional type who can't even crush a stick, and a mental type who can only hypnotize a handful of sheep."

"The three victims were all weaklings..."

…

In any case, everyone believes that the perpetrator must be caught as soon as possible and this so-called "plundering superpower" must be clarified. The longer the time is delayed, the worse the consequences may be. Today's society can no longer withstand the occurrence of another major vicious incident.

However, there was no regular pattern in the time intervals between the three cases, and no clues about the murderer could be found at the scene. Even when special psychics were sent to search, and even when objects were used to trace memories, they returned in vain. The memory is hazy and there is not a trace left.

[It’s amazing.] The commander put down the report and let out a breath. He murmured thoughtfully, "It feels like a real punishment from heaven..."

He pursed his lips.

But if it is really a punishment from God. He thought.

Then why can’t God end this tragic end of the world?

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