Chapter 115

Stone table in the Douqiong Martial Hall Inner Courtyard.

Gong Qi walked in with quick steps and said, "The Patrol Bureau's focus of attention seems to have shifted recently; manpower is all surrounding No. 8 Middle School, even the Ji Si Second Squad has been transferred over to help."

Zhao Zhixin's eyes flickered slightly: "I investigated a bit; a corpse was found in the school's women's restroom, the death condition was very bizarre, attracting the Patrol Bureau's attention."

Zhao Zhixin paused then added: "This way, the Patrol Bureau's manpower has all been drawn away, so the manhunt for 【Black Face】 that side has naturally relaxed. For us, this is undoubtedly good news."

Hong Ya at the side propped her chin, fingers lightly resting against her jaw, nodding with a half-understanding look, then asked: "It's been several days, still haven't found the person?"

Before her words fell, Li Bashan took out his phone from his pocket, swiftly opened a text message, and scanned the address and door number.

He recited the information to everyone in a muffled voice, then suddenly his palm clenched tight, the phone and phone card crushed to powder in his grip, trickling down through his thick fingers onto the ground, blown away by the wind without a trace.

Hong Ya ran back to the bedroom, hauled a box out of the wardrobe, took out a stack of masks from inside, hugged the masks tightly, and carefully returned to the stone table.

She gently set down the masks, spreading them out on the table one by one.

Every mask was exquisitely crafted, fine lines outlining various animal patterns, only the expressions were either bizarre or ferocious, colors either variegated or dull, combined together they added seven parts demonic aura.

Yuan Xidi brought Feng Mu to the table front; he grinned, reached out and picked up a hyena mask from the table and put it on his face, that hyena gaped wide, mouth full of sharp teeth dyed blood-red.

"Junior Brother, pick one." Li Bashan said in a muffled voice.

Feng Mu looked up; the latter wore a tiger face on his face, patterns half black half white, just like a vicious tiger lurking in the dark hunting, quite terrifying.

He turned his head to look; Hong Ya wore a grinning fox on her face, eye sockets outlined with circles of red thread, as if weeping blood, quite bizarre.

Feng Mu looked at the stone table, gaze sweeping past the ferocious monkey face, the gloomy snake face, the ugly pig head, but picked up a goat face.

The goat grew horns, curved upward, like two pairs of moon hooks, the face covered in spiral patterns, luster dark, expression calm yet exuding a bone-chilling gloom.

"Set out!" Li Bashan's voice was like a low drumbeat, spoken in a muffled voice.

Everyone responded, voices passing through the masks, as if all tainted with a metallic cadence, voices growing even more cold and piercing.

A silver-gray bread van was parked at the back door, license plate changed early on, everyone got into the bread van, all windows pasted with reflective film.

From inside you can see outside, outside cannot peek in.

Yuan Xidi was eager to try, urgently wanting to drive, but was lightly pressed on the dog head by Li Bashan.

The driving task was given to Zhao Zhixin; he wore an ugly pig face, black lips split from the middle, as if grown two mouths.

The car started slowly; Hong Ya habitually crouched in the passenger seat, arms raised high above her head, fists clenched, excitedly announcing: "【Fusion Guise Faction】 bringing Junior Brother for first team building!"

Feng Mu sat in the back seat, hearing this the mask corners also quietly curled up; his fingertips gently stroked the goat mask, as if conversing with it.

【Detected edible iron type — Hundred-Forged Iron.】

【Note: This Hundred-Forged Iron is contaminated with death Qi, please consume with caution.】

【Whether to consume and replace occupied consumption slot?】

"Death Qi?" Feng Mu murmured, discovering another new term; he moved his fingertips away, placed both hands flat on his knees, and silently recited in his heart: "No!"

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Liu Yang frowned slightly, casting a puzzled gaze at Wang Yu.

Wang Yu merely replied blandly: "No rush, they've received notice and already set out."

After a slight pause, Wang Yu's voice grew much gentler: "You didn't leak it to anyone else, right?"

Liu Yang nodded, a smile appearing on his face: "No, the moment I got the intel I notified you immediately. I didn't even tell my Captain."

Words just fell, Liu Yang turned his head again, brows locked tight as he glared at Wang Xu: "You wouldn't have sold 【Black Face】's intel too for the Patrol Bureau's bounty, would you?"

Wang Xu wore a muddled "sobered up" look, yawned: "I'm stupid, when has the Patrol Bureau ever honored a bounty, caonima."

While speaking, he spread his hands toward Liu Yang, three parts mockery seven parts rogue: "Boss Liu, you won't welch on the informant fee, will you."

Liu Yang originally wanted to welch, but glancing at Wang Yu, he took out a stack of bills and flung them over, laughing and cursing: "Take it easy, don't get yourself sobered to death that day."

Wang Yu listened to the two's dialogue, expression calm.

He glanced at the clock on his phone, then slowly took out a sheet of white paper from his bosom, gently spread it on the tabletop.

Then, Wang Yu took out a paintbrush from his upper garment pocket, and said to Liu Yang: "Time is still early, how about I paint another portrait for you?"

Liu Yang blanked slightly, a strange feeling surging in his heart, but when he raised his head and met Wang Yu's eyes full of sincere emotion, all doubts vanished, he nodded without hesitation, agreeing to Wang Yu's proposal.

In the most hidden corner of Liu Yang's heart, he discovered he could almost not resist that feeling.

Whenever Wang Yu sketched those vivid portraits for him, Liu Yang would immerse himself in them, as if every stroke under that brush was a caress of his soul.

He was addicted to this "caress"; although this addiction might seem slightly inferior compared to Wang Xu's obsession with T-37 Hallucinogen, that intense longing and dependence were evenly matched.

Every time he saw the finished painting, Liu Yang felt he was also sobering up.

Wang Xu only found it baffling, but since he received the informant fee he was very cooperative.

He obediently cleared the table, walked to the sofa at the side, flopped down with a thud, and before long drifted off to sleep.

Liu Yang lightly pulled over a chair, retreated to the window side, and sat down quietly.

Wang Yu held the paintbrush, gently outlining on the white paper, brushstrokes flowing and delicate.

Different from the usual tranquility when focused on painting, today's painting process had leisurely conversation intertwined in the air.

"I remember clearly, the first time you came to find me for a portrait, was exactly this time last year, right."

"Yeah, the squad guys all praised you for painting lifelike, I couldn't help wanting a portrait of myself too."

"Counting like this, you've had me paint three portraits in a year?"

"Mm, originally thought one would be enough, but every time I see a painting I can't help wanting more. Counting this one, it's already the fourth. I plan to go back and hang all the portraits at the bedhead."

"Hang at the bedhead, aren't you afraid it'll look like a memorial portrait?"

"At first, I did feel those portraits hung at the bedhead looked somewhat like memorial portraits. But gradually, if I open my eyes in the morning and can't see the painting, I instead feel like I've already died, you say weird or not?"

"Heh—, is there a possibility you were originally a piece of dead rotting flesh?"

"What?"

"Painting's done, you take one last look at your... memorial portrait!"

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Transmigrated into the Leo Ultraman world known for its dark, deep, and cruel reputation, Chen Feng shockingly discovered that the plot timeline here simply doesn't match up.

Seven arrived thirteen years late!

Leo directly wandered off until he lost contact!

The current Earth is even more a chaotic dance of demons with monsters piling up, all sorts of cosmic forces emerging endlessly, even evil organizations never heard of before running out to join the fun, called something. Gorgom?

Facing such a wonderful situation, even Zhu Xingtuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Things have come to this, overthinking is useless, let's eat first."

Nan Guangtailang at the side hurriedly nodded, and indicated his appetite was a bit big, wanting three dishes and one soup.

Chen Feng: "????"

Wait!

This Nan Guangtailang of yours, is there something wrong with him!

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