Chapter 91
"Master." The mysterious man stared at the man in front of him who was stroking the jade carving.
The person called the leader put down the things in his hands, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Well done."
The mysterious man lowered his head and his expression could not be seen.
He has always been taciturn and never seeks credit for his achievements.
This characteristic is one of the main reasons why he was able to become the leader's confidant in just a few months.
The calmness in the leader's eyes was replaced by a smile: "The degree of fusion between him and that S-rank filth has reached 98%."
The mysterious man's thoughts moved, and his fingers placed aside could not help but curl up for a moment: "What will happen after the fusion?"
He couldn't help but ask the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.
The leader did not answer the question immediately. He looked outside the door and saw a scarlet tumor growing in the corridor.
Constantly breathing in and out.
These tumors, connected by red veins, grew in every corner of the sanatorium.
Many people in the religion have been living with these things for so long that they have completely ignored them, treating them like some kind of bonsai.
As a filthy thing, it will not actively attack humans, like moss on the wall, which looks disgusting but does not cause any harm.
But in fact, these are the "true body" of the S-level filth.
The pile of flesh that Fang Huahua took away was only a part of the torso.
The mysterious man followed his line of sight and saw the tumors whose arcs had become weaker. He had just learned that those tumors were actually S-level filth.
The red veins of the sarcoma will eventually all converge in one place.
That is the center of their entire church, and also, in the leader's words, the highest-level false god who can lead them into a new era.
The leader turned around and said, "I remember that you were exiled from the base because of that hotel owner named Wen Bei. When we catch him, I'll leave him to you to deal with."
The mysterious man didn't seem excited by his words. He nodded, looking a little dull: "Yes."
Leader: "Come with me to see our false god."
They walked one after another towards the highest point of the mountain.
There wasn't a single piece of filth to be seen along the way.
All the filth in the vicinity had long been captured and merged with the false god.
He had absorbed countless filth and now he had become such a horrible person.
Once it is completely integrated with the S-level filth, it will become the most terrifying top-level killing weapon in the world.
Even though he witnessed the leader and other members gradually becoming crazy and twisted, the mysterious man remained calm and his gaze was like a pool of stagnant water.
Then we came to the so-called false god. It was a huge transparent container, and there was someone in the solidified liquid with his eyes closed, swallowing the whole thing.
The mysterious man originally thought that he would see a monster with a hideous face due to deformation and even completely lost its human features, but he did not expect to see a handsome man with long hair.
The veins of the tumor all pierced into the gap above the container and penetrated into the man's skin like needles.
Some red unidentified objects surged into his body.
This is what is called "fusion".
The leader's eyes showed obvious joy: "Our world is absurd and has been abandoned by the gods. The only way is to create a new god ourselves, a god that belongs only to us."
He stretched out his hand and made a hugging gesture, with a ferocious and enjoyable expression on his face.
"The bones and flesh of those ignorant and abandoned ones will build the road to a new era."
The female corpse, pressed tightly against him on his right shoulder, shed tears of blood with her eyes tightly closed.
Like some kind of silent resistance, the corners of his mouth remained stiffly raised, but no one cared.
...
At the Judgment Table.
Wenbei met with many people, from ordinary Security Council members to senior members, all with the same goal - to get him to confess.
The situation was too urgent at the time, and Qiu Tin wanted to take him away from the scene directly, but was stopped by him.
They didn't know if there were any people in the Security Council with tracking abilities, and fleeing the scene rashly would only increase their suspicion later on.
The people in Yi Guang Base are now 100% wary of his hotel. As the owner, he cannot let the hotel's reputation be damaged at this time.
It must be proven that the Red Blood Incident had nothing to do with him, let alone the hotel.
And this was already the twenty-fourth hour of his captivity.
Wendys hurried over and waved her hand tiredly, asking the others to leave.
They were the only two left in the courtroom.
Wen Bei looked at him with clear eyes, and the fox tail behind him even swung it comfortably.
Wendy had come here originally filled with anger, but seeing that he couldn't lose his temper for no reason, she sighed: "So you mean to say that he was already dead when you rushed over?"
"Yes."
Wendy's face was expressionless. "You appeared at the crime scene as the first eyewitness twice in a row. And according to our investigation, you had no connection with the second deceased at all, yet you showed up at his home for no reason."
"I had some friction with the second deceased." Wen Bei admitted frankly.
Wendy looked at him with a stern face: "Do you think you were framed?"
Wen Bei tilted his head: "Maybe it's because I interrupted them from completely killing the sparrows."
Before Wendy could continue asking questions, the door was suddenly pushed open. She glanced sideways impatiently: "I said, now is my time."
Standing at the gate was a man dressed in the most ostentatious manner. His hair was purple, and his eyelids had purple marks like eyeshadow. He winked at Wendis and said, "The Security Council wants to hold a meeting to deal with this matter together."
Wendy sneered, "Over a hundred people have died, and they finally have a conscience and want to start taking this seriously?"
The purple-haired man was holding a cigarette, a rare commodity in the apocalypse, and took a casual puff. "Among those who died yesterday was Deng Sai's youngest son."
Wendy's face darkened.
Deng Sai was a well-known radical. When she proposed to build a school in District C to provide free learning opportunities for children under the age of sixteen in District C, he was the first to oppose it.
Later, when he saw that his opposition was ineffective, he forcibly took away the school's right to develop textbooks.
Wendis and he had been sworn enemies for years. After hearing the purple-haired man's words, instead of feeling sorry for her colleague, a mocking smile curled her lips. "If I remember correctly, his youngest son once forced himself on several women and underage boys, but in the end, he just paid a large sum of crystals and the matter was settled hastily."
The implication is that he is dead now and everything he did was what he deserved.
The purple-haired man smiled but said nothing: "Let's go to the meeting."
He looked at Wen Bei, who had handcuffs on his hands: "You come with us."
Silver handcuffs hung on his wrists, but Wen Bei didn't look like he was being held captive. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with dignity, "Lead the way."
Unlike most people in the apocalypse whose faces are sallow due to fatigue and anxiety, his well-maintained face is full of healthy energy.
The purple-haired man couldn't help but look at him again: "Very brave."
The ordinary people in Yi Guang Base, no matter which district they are from, are very afraid of the people from the Security Council.
Wen Bei looked at him innocently, and the ears on his head twitched smartly.
He followed behind them, followed by several tall polluters, all of whom obeyed Wendy's orders to ensure her absolute safety.
Wen Bei did not ask about Qiu Cheng, who had separated from him, because he knew that person was definitely not someone he needed to worry about.
He walked from the courtroom to the central hall of the Security Council.
There were already other radicals sitting inside, and one of them had been giving him a vicious look since he entered.
Wen Bei guessed that he was the Deng Sai that the purple-haired man had just mentioned.
Sure enough, before he could even stand properly, the man spoke first: "You are not from the Yiguang base at all!"
These words are like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Even Wendy's eyes, which had been calm at first, became sharp. "Why do you say that?"
She and Deng Sai were of the same rank, but she was a generation younger, so she used honorifics.
This did not prevent her from arguing and confronting him on a regular basis.
Deng Sai turned around and signaled, and the polluter standing behind him immediately distributed the information in his hand.
I had guessed that their fake IDs would be exposed, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.
How many crystals will it cost to control all these people?
Wen Bei quickly scanned the area with his special powers and found that it was still within his budget.
After reading the document, the five powerful people started arguing with each other.
More than a dozen polluters pointed their guns at Wenbei.
Wendis's expression became complicated, and she stared at Wen Bei: "Who are you?"
She originally thought that the young man might just be an innocent scapegoat.
Now it seems that it is not that simple.
Deng Sai was very excited: "He must be from the Holy Protestant Church! Who else would do such a thing except someone from that church!?"
As soon as the word "Holy Religion" came out, the polluters who were holding guns around became more vigilant. Some of them secretly mobilized their special powers, ready to pounce on him as long as he dared to make any unusual movements.
Wen Bei stood in the crowd, so calm that he didn't look like someone being interrogated.
He raised his voice: "I am not."
These few words did not end their panic.
Until a loud thunder interrupted everyone's chaotic speech and completely illuminated the panic in their eyes.
"What's that noise?" Wendy was the quickest person to remain calm.
There was a calmness in those fine-lined eyes that gave off a sense of strength.
Someone rushed in from outside.
The polluter next to Deng Sai's face turned pale: "No barging into the meeting!"
The man stuttered: "Something happened outside."
As if to reflect his words, the sky suddenly became gloomy.
Even though they were indoors, they could sense that there was something strange in the air.
At some point, the shackles on Wen Bei's hands broke.
He moved his wrist and slowly looked out the window.
The originally sunny weather was now completely covered by blood-red clouds.
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