Investigation Report of the Gods-Chapter 133 : Murderer

Chapter 133: Murderer
“Saved them?”
When Han Su jolted awake, he still felt a sense of disbelief.
He looked up at the clock across from him, then down at the rising steam on the coffee table. The tangibility of reality had already wrapped around him.
Only then did he suddenly tremble with excitement, as if a fire was burning in his chest.
The thrill of having just tumbled out of the Ancient Castle with two people was still vividly entwined in his memory.
That indescribable exhilaration was now surging more and more violently in his heart.
He sat frozen on the sofa as if confirming this wasn’t a dream. After sitting for a long time, he suddenly stood up, unable to suppress the tremble in his hands. He yanked his second-hand computer from the desk. So overwhelmed, he mistyped several keys.
Finally, he hit enter successfully, and old news of the kidnapping case from ten years ago popped up before his eyes. Only then did he feel a wave of collapse wash over him.
He slowly sank back into the sofa, then covered his face and let out a laugh, his entire body trembling along with the laughter.
“Saved them!”
On the news, the about twenty-five children kidnapped ten years ago had now changed. It clearly ed: “As of now, twenty-three children remain missing. The Public Security Bureau is intensifying its questioning of the sole survivor.”
The number of missing children had become twenty-three—two more had escaped the Ancient Castle.
Although he had originally planned to rescue four, he had been stopped by the Withered Butler. Still, this time, he had rescued two right in front of him. This time, he had saved them according to his own plan. This time, he had successfully outwitted the Withered Butler…
This was good. Exceptionally good.
The countless repressed emotions that had flickered within him over the years now turned into a wild joy, as if it dissolved the heavy fatigue.
He laughed for quite a while before slowly calming down and pulling over his suitcase.
Upon opening it, he saw the countdown on the mechanical fragments had shifted from pointing to “zero” to now pointing to “eight.”
Another countdown had begun.
But compared to the previous times of panic and unease, Han Su felt different this time.
The sense of urgency in his heart wasn’t as intense.
Even seeing the hideous, burn-scarred mark exposed on his right wrist only made him feel...
…Hmm? A scar?
Han Su froze slightly, quickly rolled up his sleeve, looked down, and saw that his entire right hand, wrist, and even his entire arm bore extensive burn scars.
The sleeve rolled up to the elbow, yet the full extent of the scar was still not visible.
He stood up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom, took off his shirt, and looked into the mirror. He saw the burn scar spreading from his right arm all the way to his shoulder and chest.
Grotesque and ugly, with wrinkled skin, it presented a brown, twisted, and striking texture.
Without a close look, one might have mistaken it for a shoulder-wrapping dragon tattoo.
“Was this from when I escaped the Ancient Castle and the Withered Butler burned me with fire?”
Han Su frowned slightly, thinking hard. Slowly, fragments of memory about this burn began to surface in his mind.
The scar hadn’t brought much change to his life. The burn wasn’t very serious—though it covered a large area, it wasn’t deep, and didn’t cause much hindrance to the function of his body or right arm.
At most, it was just troublesome when wearing short sleeves.
Compared to saving two children, such a burn was nothing to him. Instead, it vaguely stirred another thought:
‘Could this burn scar also be considered a form of contact? Could it bring me new mysterious power?’
‘……’
This time, he wasn’t so sure.
Before, whether it was his right eye or his left hand, both had been directly slashed by monsters—deep contact. But this time, the burn came from the fire within the Ancient Castle, set by the Withered Butler. Especially considering, this fire was lit by himself...
…but then again, the fire originated from the candle on the ninth floor, lit by the Ghost Princess. Could that also impart some mysterious attributes?
With that in mind, whether or not it could activate new mysterious powers now felt uncertain.
“Gods descend with their divine decree…”
He stared into the mirror, silently chanting the Fisherman’s Chant. He vaguely sensed his mental ocean activating within his mind and even felt the burn scar slightly heating up.
But that was it—no change occurred.
‘Perhaps I’ll need to leave the city again and give it my all to try activating it?’
The idea vaguely took form.
Now, with Miss Ai’s reminder and that transformed monster likely fully evolved, this enormous Qinggang no longer felt safe. He couldn’t recklessly chant the Fisherman’s Chant here.
Outside the city was different—there, he could shout freely and experience the full activation of his spiritual energy.
Whether this burn scar held hidden mysterious power might only be revealed then.
He slowly put his clothes back on, sat on the sofa again, and picked up his laptop to quickly input related search terms.
This was the first time, after leaving the Ancient Castle, that he had felt such intense joy. This joy was different from saving Wei Lan—back then, it was pure accident and coincidence.
This time, he had saved them through his own plan and actions. Compared to that, what was a little burn?
Unfortunately, there was no one to share this joy with.
At this moment, his greatest concern was the current condition of the two children he had saved.
Because of the Wei Lan incident, he had learned his lesson. Through various s, he had already memorized the identities of the remaining children and matched them to their childhood appearances. Even the vaguely described ones, he had tried to note down their names.
Now, he clearly remembered the identities of the two rescued children.
One was a rich young master from Haidi City, heir to an old family business with the surname Rong, named Rong Qiyue.
The other was the Bowl‑Cut Boy.
His real name was Chen Ji. His family was also quite prominent in Qinggang, part of a notable family—though not as renowned as the Xu family or the Magic Box Corporation.
If Han Su remembered correctly, the current mayor of Qinggang also bore the surname Chen.
In short, both came from wealthy families. Since they had escaped the kidnapping case, they must have started new lives. Treasures like them were usually media darlings, so the news should contain something.
Soon, relevant information popped up on the webpage. There was very little on Rong Qiyue from Haidi City, though there was plenty on his family’s business, which seemed to be thriving. They were currently investing in an excavation project at an ancient ruin between Qinggang and Haidi City.
“Ruin excavation?”
Han Su’s gaze paused on this headline.
In the past, outside the Mysterious Side, he would never have understood the impact of what seemed like an ordinary news article.
Ancient ruins that existed before the Reconstruction Era each represented a secret of history. Even the most incredible mechanical fragment he held now had been unearthed from such ruins.
In such a mysterious context, any ancient ruin represented immense value and secrecy.
This industry already bordered on the forbidden. Money and power alone weren’t enough—only those who had crossed certain thresholds had the right to be involved. And the Rong family was among them?
He fell silent for a while, then began searching for news on the Bowl‑Cut Boy, and after a quick glance—froze on the spot.
He thought he had misread and rubbed his eyes to look again.
“What the hell?”
“……”
He had imagined every possible outcome—except this.
News on the Bowl‑Cut Boy was overwhelming—absolutely everywhere.
Each article carried nearly identical headlines:
The Chen family’s young master had been publicly executed for murder. The Central City High Court had sentenced him to death, and his execution symbolized Qinggang City’s enhanced rule of law. The Public Security Bureau’s refusal to bow to capital was not just empty words.
“?”
Han Su sat stunned for a long time.
What the hell? The person I saved with such effort had already been executed for murder?
Did I search wrong?
He quickly and carefully read through the article. The Bowl‑Cut Boy—or rather, the second son of the Chen family—four years ago at the Blue Shield Bar, got into a conflict while trying to prey on an unconscious girl. When attacked, he went into a frenzy and grabbed a knife, killing seven people.
He even stabbed another in front of news cameras.
The case was so egregious that he was swiftly arrested by the Public Security Bureau, quickly tried, held for a year, and then executed.
The story blew up, with media coverage as widespread as the kidnapping case from ten years ago.
After all, while many murderers made the news, few made it on live broadcast.
To this day, the guy’s name remained synonymous with “devil.” In fact, even in Han Su’s current memory fragments from the Flicker, there were shadows of this case—he just hadn’t connected them to the Bowl‑Cut Boy.
“He really died like that?”
Sitting on the sofa, Han Su pondered: the Bowl‑Cut Boy came from a wealthy family, and judging by the murder case, he acted in self-defense. Why hadn’t his family tried to save him?
Families of such stature rarely followed the law. Even if he had truly killed someone, they would’ve spent heavily to protect him, right? But based on the s, it seemed they vanished under public pressure.
The whole process was one-sided: rapid arrest, trial, and within a year—execution.
There was no sign of his family’s intervention.
In fact, everything seemed deliberately accelerated.
Could it be…
A thought flashed through Han Su’s mind: the Disaster Management Bureau had always recruited from death row inmates.
Could that guy have ended up in the D7 group?