Investigation Report of the Gods-Chapter 159 : Bowl-Cut Boy’s Friend
Chapter 159: Bowl-Cut Boy’s Friend
This encrypted spell’s effect was to summon some relatively weak and friendly anomalies to fight on one’s behalf.
On the surface, it seemed useless, since few dared to casually summon mysterious beings with unknown origins and unclear allegiances.
But for Han Su, it was perfect.
Summon Wei Lan!
Currently, the prelude to Wei Lan and the others' beauty pageant had reached its climax. Related programs were airing across various channels, and mysterious powers were already in play. Therefore, as long as she appeared on the screen, she could be summoned.
The last time Wei Lan had visited, it was precisely to leave a coordinate here—to avoid climbing out of the wrong television.
Of course, this elaborate idea was Wei Lan’s.
She didn’t quite trust other electronic devices, so she designed this entire setup.
“Bzz…”
The television flickered suddenly. In the next moment, Han Su saw Wei Lan on the screen, in the middle of a photo shoot, her expression subtly joyful.
She immediately squeezed through the crowd and walked toward the camera, lowered her head, and started climbing out.
The room's lighting flickered. First her head emerged, then her arms, until she fully exited the television.
This entrance—no matter how many times he saw it…
Han Su couldn’t help gripping the remote, feeling an urge to press pause.
Not for any other reason—just to see if she’d get stuck.
Wei Lan finally squeezed herself out. As she looked up, she saw Han Su’s wide eyes and immediately felt a bit embarrassed. “Next time you summon me, close your eyes first.”
“I’m a celebrity after all. Gotta maintain my image…”
“…”
“You guys insist on designing such an entrance, and you still care about image management?”
Han Su could only awkwardly stand up and comfort her: “Next time, I’ll get a bigger TV—make it easier for you to come and go.”
Then he got straight to the point: “I need your help.”
Wei Lan’s eyes lit up. “We’re making a move again?”
“…Not quite.”
Han Su quickly organized his thoughts and said, “I’ve found the child we rescued. I’ve also recorded his mental information. But I can’t cross half the city to reach him, so I need your help to contact him.”
Wei Lan stretched out her hand. “Give me the info.”
Spiritual power could carry “information.” Each person’s spiritual power had unique properties. So in their circle, a handshake was enough to permanently leave a mark of each other.
But because spiritual power could also mimic or invade, people who didn’t trust each other wouldn’t exchange info directly.
After receiving the information, Wei Lan closed her eyes slightly and softly murmured a spell.
At her level, even though she still used encrypted spells to stir mysterious power, she no longer needed to articulate them clearly—her lips didn’t even move.
One only felt a mysterious ripple in the air. Even without a sound, the power had already descended.
Even Han Su took a step back and quietly observed. He felt a mysterious force enveloping the area, gradually flooding both him and the entire room. Even the space around them began to shift.
It was as if mirror-like crystals started growing from the walls, expanding and spreading, eventually forming a complete enclosure.
Han Su felt his spiritual power being engulfed. When he opened his eyes again, there was someone else sitting on his apartment couch—Bowl-Cut Boy.
He sat there quietly, dark eyes staring at the surroundings, devoid of any human vitality, showing no resistance to the pull on his spiritual power.
Technically, he and Wei Lan were strangers. He could have refused the pull, but he came anyway. Judging by his behavior, even if someone else had pulled him this way, he would’ve come out of curiosity.
“This is the child we rescued?”
Wei Lan studied Bowl-Cut Boy with curiosity and joy, as if she couldn’t get enough. “Why… can’t I remember how he looked in the Ancient Castle?”
Han Su gestured vaguely. “His hairstyle wasn’t like this back then…”
Wei Lan thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, “Ah, he used to have a mushroom cut, right?”
Han Su thought about explaining but gave up. That worked too.
Although he had always thought it was a bowl cut…
While they were talking, Bowl-Cut Boy quietly listened. When they finished, he looked at Wei Lan—not a trace of wariness or excitement at seeing a beautiful woman:
“Who is she?”
‘Bowl-Cut Boy probably doesn’t know Wei Lan…’
Han Su thought to himself, ‘In the timeline he remembers, I had already rescued Wei Lan…’
He nodded slightly and answered, “She’s one of us.”
“Oh!”
Bowl-Cut Boy accepted the answer. “Why did you summon me?”
A slight disappointment appeared on his face. “I was looking for the person who attacked you but failed. Before I found her, the person who contacted the D7 group had already been killed.”
Wei Lan’s beautiful eyes widened. She looked at Han Su in shock. “You were attacked again?”
“Just another day.”
Han Su casually responded, then told Bowl-Cut Boy, “I was the one who killed her.”
“First, emotions were high. Second, I wanted to test something.”
“Third, I could tell she wasn’t your type.”
“…”
Bowl-Cut Boy remained expressionless at the first two reasons. But when he heard the third, he grinned slightly:
“You get me.”
“Because that woman died, I couldn’t ask further. I couldn’t confirm who was behind her. I don’t like making accusations without evidence, so this mission counts as failed.”
“But I met a drunkard there. He talks well, so I made friends with him. I think… there’ll be new leads soon.”
“…”
“Friend?”
Even Han Su was taken aback. The Drunkard?
He hadn’t expected Bowl-Cut Boy to find the Lilac Courtyard so quickly… Impressive speed.
As for the Drunkard Investigator he’d befriended, Han Su could imagine how that bulbous-nosed man had weaseled his way into a friendship.
That guy always liked that sort of thing. Well, good luck to him!
Looking at Bowl-Cut Boy’s happy expression, Han Su didn’t ask further. Back in the Ancient Castle, Bowl-Cut Boy was the type who, once given a task and he agreed, would complete it even if it killed him. Seems like growing up hadn’t changed that.
He’d have to remember from now on—once he entrusted something to Bowl-Cut Boy, it was as good as a done deal.
Taking a deep breath, Han Su looked at the two seriously and said in a low voice, “When I killed that woman, I made up my mind—it’s time for us to act.”
“Maybe we’re still few in number and not powerful enough, but those people… they won’t let us go anyway.”
“So, why not go on the offensive?”
“…”
Bowl-Cut Boy’s face lit up with joy. “He’s my type!”
Beside him, Wei Lan’s projection trembled with excitement. She whispered, “What’s our goal?”
Han Su took a deep breath and said, “Rescue them. Kill them. Escape Them.”
Bowl-Cut Boy pondered over the three goals carefully. Slowly, his eyes curved in a smile. Good. One of those goals was his favorite.
Wei Lan stood quietly for a long time, her emotions hard to describe. Finally, something she could be part of?
“Then…”
She struggled to suppress her excitement. “Where do we begin?”
Han Su looked at the two of them and slowly said, “From those standing in our way.”
“We’re rescuing the kidnapped children. And those covering up this kidnapping case must pay. Since their dogs keep barking, let’s kill the dogs first—sooner or later, the master will poke his head out to look, right?”
“…”
His tone was calm but calculated.
No matter how important these people were to the Disaster Management Bureau, since they’d caused him so much trouble—it was time to collect some interest.
Wei Lan beamed with joy. Bowl-Cut Boy’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
Seeing their differing expressions, Han Su felt something strange stir inside—an unprecedented sense of reassurance. Was this the first official meeting of the children who escaped the Ancient Castle?
Pity… Xu Ji was missing—
…Wait, no, this apartment belonged to Xu Ji, so technically, he was participating?
…
“Compared to them, we’re still weak. I hope you’re both ready.”
He was enjoying the feeling of speaking freely, of sharing the burden, but Han Su didn’t forget the matter at hand. He looked up at Bowl-Cut Boy:
“Right now, I need to perform a forbidden operation—self-spiritual dissection. I’ve never done this before. Maybe, with all your surgical experience, you have something similar?”
Bowl-Cut Boy thought carefully, then nodded. “I’ve done it.”
Chapter 159 : Bowl-Cut Boy’s Friend
Comments