Chapter 964: Report Letter (Beginning of Month, Requesting Monthly Votes)

While Ludwig made noises eating, Anthony drove the car to a spot farther away, shaded by trees, to avoid the sun’s scorching heat.

He rolled down the window slightly to create a gap, and Lu Mi condensed ice to help the old air conditioner produce a cooling effect.

After waiting over half an hour, they finally saw Young Lady Huang and her group, including Huang Jiajia, emerge from Mushu Hospital; among them were officers in uniform, carrying Li Keji, his legs bound and hands cuffed.

After watching them board separate vehicles and drive away from Mushu Hospital, Lu Mi received a message from “Greene of the Intis Group”:

“The target has been transferred to the psychiatric ward of another hospital, where he will undergo a new psychiatric evaluation and police interrogation.”

“In one week, we’ll need to act again.”

“Alright.” Lu Mi handed his phone to Anthony, letting him read Greene’s message.

Then Lu Mi said:

“We can’t and shouldn’t interfere in the bureaucratic tug-of-war, but we must do something covertly—even if we don’t care about the ‘Great Mother’s’ children’s actions next week, we must consider that the Heavenly Lord’s agents might infiltrate the other hospital and erase Frank Li’s dream-image, just like they killed the Divine Messenger.”

“They’re perfectly capable of it.”

Anthony nodded:

“This is an application of psychological blind spots. Most people assume Li Keji, locked in a psychiatric ward with police guarding him, is perfectly safe. Meanwhile, Li Keji’s backers are powerful and active, so within this short span, Li Keji and his friends won’t risk bold moves—so most will unconsciously lower their guard. That’s the perfect moment for an assassination.”

“So we rescue Li Keji these two days?” Lu Mi muttered, uncertain.

Anthony spoke calmly:

“If we rescue him, he becomes a wanted fugitive.”

“Where would you hide him?”

“That might make us suspects in the police’s eyes—in the Dream City, that means we’re fighting the Dream Consciousness, and it means we’re drawing closer to the Heavenly Lord’s notice.”

“Hide him in a painting?” Lu Mi mused.

The painted worlds created by “Painters” differ from mirror worlds—they aren’t connected, and one cannot directly enter another painted world; one must first reach the corresponding painting to enter.

That means if Li Keji hides in a painted world, Lu Mi and the others need only guard that painting—no one can sneak in through other means or search via illusory tunnels.

Before Anthony could reply, Lu Mi chuckled to himself:

“We don’t have to risk rescuing Li Keji—we can shift our approach.”

“We lie in wait nearby, let the Heavenly Lord’s agents move in to eliminate the target, then ambush and kill them.”

“When the week is up, I’ll go with the ‘Great Mother’s’ children to trigger the embryo in Li Keji’s belly. You, Franca, and Jianna will mask your faces and lie in wait for us. I’ll pretend to be overwhelmed, flee with the ‘Great Mother’s’ children, and miss the chance to let Li Keji give birth within his surroundings.”

“Failure is better than exposure—it’ll only mean the Divine Child loses some credibility in Greene’s eyes.”

Saying this, Lu Mi picked up his phone and sent Jianna a message:

“Watch over Rosan closely these days.”

Since Zarathustra and his followers—the Heavenly Lord’s agents—were eliminating certain dream characters, including some who had directly or indirectly aided Zhou Mingrui, Rosan, who had recently warned Zhou Mingrui, might be one of their key targets.

Lu Mi had previously shared the matter of Zarathustra, so Jianna and Franca understood instantly and replied with a simple “OK.”

Both sides immediately deleted the chat logs using the “Information Shredder.”

“Where to now? Back?” Anthony glanced at the still-bright sky.

Lu Mi thought carefully, repeatedly, then said:

“To Star Dream General Store.”

Anthony didn’t ask why. He rolled up the window and drove off.

More than twenty minutes later, they arrived.

While Anthony took Ludwig to queue at a nearby bakery selling guokui, Lu Mi entered Star Dream General Store, approached the counter, and politely asked the owner:

“Any mail for us?”

The owner, scrolling on his phone, nodded, pulled out a letter, and dropped it on the counter.

Lu Mi immediately opened and read it:

“Regarding the deputy director of Mushu Hospital, we’ve communicated with the Blood Clan’s Duke and high-ranking followers of the Earth Mother Church. So far, we’ve found no irregularities with Mother Roland, and none of the followers received any warning from the Earth Mother on this matter.”

“Are you suggesting the director of Mushu Hospital might be the Earth Mother’s dream-image? We can definitively tell you: it hasn’t reached that point yet. This is divine revelation—so don’t bother naming the director of Mushu Hospital unless his name is Oumibera…”

“You’re quite the storyteller of horror tales, Madame Magician… no wonder you’re a great writer…” Lu Mi muttered, continuing to read:

“The name Steiano was well-known in the Fourth Era—his full name was Yuggs Steiano, one of the founders of the Moth Ascetic Order, but he later left the order and vanished for a long time. It’s said that after the War of the Four Emperors and before the Pale Plague, he became a True God. Yes, you’ve already guessed who he is. And remember: when you return to reality, never utter this name using any language imbued with supernatural power.”

So it really is the God of Steam and Machinery… I actually added a True God on WeChat, and He even helped me create a mini-program… He’s surprisingly approachable… If Anthony knew this was the God he once worshipped—and likely still holds some faith in—what would his reaction be? Would his emotional shift break through the “Audience” instinct’s control?… Lu Mi tucked the reply into the “Traveler’s Satchel.”

Then he pulled out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Anderson Hood:

“Why don’t you turn yourself in?”

After three or four minutes, “A Name That Stuck With You” replied:

“Over the years, few people have left me puzzled and stunned for a while—you’re one of them.”

“Are you planning to report to the police about the clues to Daniz’s death?”

Lu Mi held his phone to his mouth and smiled:

“I plan to write down the names of all suspects in Daniz’s murder on a report, submit it to the police bureau, and use official power to harass him—ideally make him suffer a major setback. To others, the mute’s actions and yours are indistinguishable.”

“So why not just turn yourself in? Then I won’t need to write the report.”

These words instantly transformed into text and transmitted to Anderson Hood.

Anderson Hood replied quickly:

“You’re worried that writing the report will draw official attention to you, so you’re nudging me to turn myself in to minimize your own risk?”

“Don’t worry—the mute only made Daniz less cautious and alert; he didn’t physically act, left no trace at the scene, and used the power of painting to forge a solid alibi. Otherwise, as Daniz’s roommate and the one who reported the crime mere hours after it happened, I’d have been the prime suspect long ago.”

“He’s also cautious and left no valid clues—but annoying him, distracting his attention, and making the police truly notice this name? That’s worthwhile.”

“Go ahead and report—just don’t mention my name.”

Lu Mi clicked his tongue, walked back to the counter, and said to the owner:

“Can you write a letter for me?”

Seeing the owner lift his head to look at him, causing the bright sunlight outside to be momentarily blocked by clouds, Lu Mi chuckled bitterly:

“I’m illiterate—I can’t write.”

The owner smiled slightly:

“What should it say?”

Lu Mi thought for a few seconds:

“Daniz’s death is connected to Zarathustra—he murdered Daniz.”

The owner put down his phone, took out paper and pen, and swiftly wrote the sentence. Then he asked:

“How many copies?”

“Three.” Lu Mi lowered the number to the minimum.

When the owner finished, Lu Mi thanked him, took the three reports, and walked to the Magic Mirror Arhodes.

He pressed his hand against the ancient silver mirror.

He wanted to test whether the self-proclaimed great mirror had a corresponding rear region—whether it was part of the mirror world.

Before the mirror’s surface could display any text, Lu Mi’s body suddenly surged forward, rapidly fading, and slipped inside.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the void’s dark, endless rear region.

“The Magic Mirror is a mirror… Indeed, if even mirror-like objects can be treated as mirrors, then a mirror that looks like a real mirror shouldn’t be excluded…” Lu Mi murmured, surveying his surroundings.

He noticed the rear region of the Magic Mirror Arhodes seemed different from other mirrors’:

The surrounding darkness was deeper, yet as if veiled by an invisible cloth, behind which countless eyes stared at him, and nameless things flowed silently.

Indeed, unique… Lu Mi wasted no time. Combining the police bureau layout from the Major Arcana cards and his own sense of nearby mirrors, he selected one and passed through.

He intended to use the mirror world to “submit” the reports!

Soon, he arrived at his destination, pressed his face close to the glass surface, and observed the outside.

The next second, he saw a man.

The man wore a crisp white shirt, with black-and-diamond insignia on his shoulders—a stern middle-aged man, dark hair streaked with gray, deep brown nearly black eyes fixed on the mirror Lu Mi stood behind.

Lu Mi jerked back sharply, feeling as if the man had seen him.

This was Office No. 1 of the police bureau. The man was Yagaz, the highest-ranking leader of the Dream City police force.

ps: Beginning of the month—requesting monthly votes~

(End of Chapter)