Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 86: Poisoning

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Poisoning
After Su Changxing left, Mu Qing fell into deep thought. She found Su Changxing’s earlier actions very strange, lacking any logic—first, making someone sleep, then killing them.
Logically, it seemed redundant, as the end result was the same.
Could it be to toy with these villains?
"That doesn’t make sense either; it felt more like some kind of ritual."
Mu Qing carefully considered Su Changxing’s actions, which resembled some bloody rituals used to gain mysterious power or achieve other purposes through certain methods and mediums.
Of course, she had learned this from some books, which were all important ancient texts kept in top-secret museums.
But usually, these rituals were meaningless.
Mu Qing began speculating about Su Changxing’s identity, first ruling out that he was an ordinary person, then eliminating sons of high-ranking officials, most of whom she knew.
So, he could potentially be a member of some secret organization.
So-called secret organizations often have long heritages and might have once controlled special extraordinary powers.
But most of these secret organizations have declined, like Dragon Tiger Mountain, which has now become a tourist site, where the Daoists merely burn incense and perform meditations every day.
A faint glimmer flashed in the girl’s eyes, and she picked up her phone to send a message: I’m still alive. My current location is unknown, but I should be safe. Continue with the 101 plan, don’t worry about me.
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Su Changxing walked through the restaurant seating area and into the messy kitchen.
Piles of white bones were strewn in the corner, and the charred woodpile still smoldered with embers. The pot on the stove was still warm, and an unknown bone stew was brewing inside, filling the room with a peculiar meat aroma.
"Did they really run off without finishing their meal? That’s pretty decisive."
Looking at the stew in the pot, Su Changxing felt a faint nausea. After contemplating for a moment, he took out the Black Mamba toxin he had previously obtained in a building from the compartment of his backpack.
These foods would likely be consumed by these survivors. Adding a little poison to test the effect of the toxin could conveniently earn some points too.
The poison was a sticky, transparent liquid with no smell; as for taste, he had no idea.
"It doesn’t seem to have gone bad."
Su Changxing observed the poison and judged before pouring it into the stew pot. The crystalline poison gradually blended with the broth.
Whether the poison had spoiled, he didn’t know, but this pot of meat was definitely spoiled.
Su Changxing stirred the pot with a large iron spoon, blending it evenly without revealing any clues, and then placed the spoon back as it was.
"Perfect."
Su Changxing smirked with satisfaction at his handiwork. This seemed like poisoning, but it was actually earning points. As long as it could kill five people, it would be over 1000 points.
Not much, but it was still something.
Walking out of the restaurant, Su Changxing saw Mu Qing staggering in from the hallway and asked, "Finished cleaning up?"
Mu Qing nodded and replied, "Yes, it’s done. There wasn’t much else, just some weapons that I piled together for you, and one person had a green crystal on them."
Most of Mu Qing’s injuries had healed. Aside from the more serious wounds on her thighs and arms, the other injuries had begun to scab over.
A terrifying superpower.
Su Changxing took the crystal from Mu Qing and asked, "What level are you among superpower users? Not in terms of combat ability, just strength."
He had already speculated that Mu Qing’s identity was unusual. Of course, Mu Qing didn’t hide this and openly displayed it to him.
Mu Qing grinned, showing a slight smile, seemingly pleased by Su Changxing’s question:
"In that case, I’d be quite impressive, considered an A-level Superpower User. There are many types of superpowers. Different people might have similar powers, but their strength can vary. For example, someone with the power to release flames might only be able to light cigarettes, while someone else can fight like a mage."
A-level?
So, superpowers have levels.
Su Changxing knew that superpower users could transform into extraordinary beings; he was an example. But what happens if a powerful superpower user becomes extraordinary?
Become a higher-tier extraordinary?
Su Changxing paused briefly and casually tossed the green crystal into his backpack, nodding, "I see, so you’re strong but also weak."
"What kind of metaphor is that?"
Mu Qing pouted, then curiously asked, "What is this? It seems to have come out of a corpse."
Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "This item should be related to extraordinary beings, but I’m not sure about its specific use either."
"Extraordinary? Was he an extraordinary being?"
Mu Qing was somewhat surprised. From the information she had gathered, the only known extraordinary being was the Lucky Child. Thinking deeply, she said, "And then he was shot dead by you? That seems a bit weak."
Su Changxing paused and said, "As long as it’s a human, getting shot in the head leaves no chance of survival, unless there’s a special ability."
"True."
Mu Qing nodded and followed Su Changxing down the corridor, saying, "Your marksmanship is impressive. Were you in the military? A special forces soldier?"
Su Changxing shook his head: "No, just an ordinary citizen."
Mu Qing wore a disbelieving expression but said nothing more as the room ahead drew her attention.
As they entered the room, Su Changxing heard the faint sound of a baby crying echoing around the place.
This was the sound of the "Giant Infant."
The walls here seemed to be close to the sewer, allowing a slight sound from the creature to be heard.
Mu Qing frowned and said, "What’s that sound? A baby?"
Su Changxing toyed with a chair on the ground and said, "That’s the sound of the creature."
Mu Qing was momentarily stunned and said, "Creature? Can a creature make such a sound? I’m a bit curious about what this creature looks like."
Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "You might not want to know."
The room was spacious, with four or five rows of chairs, likely a former warehouse of sorts.
"I’ll tell you a secret, I love horror movies."
Mu Qing surveyed the surroundings and analyzed, "They often gathered here······ so what did they do here? Have small talks?"
"Having mental needs is normal, relieving the doomsday stress by gathering······"
As Su Changxing spoke, he noticed Mu Qing suddenly freeze in place, motionless, and her face turned ashen.
"Mu Qing?"
He touched Mu Qing’s hand; it was icy cold.
"Slap~"
Su Changxing landed a heavy slap on Mu Qing’s face, probably an instinctive reaction.
Mu Qing instantly awoke, her complexion swiftly returning to normal, leaving only a red handprint. She bewilderedly looked at Su Changxing, "Did you just slap me?"
Su Changxing said earnestly, "You fell into a strange state just now, hmm, to wake you up."
Mu Qing also realized something had been off with her: "There’s something peculiar about this room······but, is slapping really your method of waking people up?"