Fourth Joy intercepted the surveillance near the bar, replacing the scene where Xu Yintang knocked out the prey with a clip showing “everything is fine.” The first attempt at tampering with the surveillance was inevitably flawed in details, making the youth in the footage appear furtive while the mother became increasingly sacred and beautiful, somewhat distorted.
However, mother was originally much taller and more beautiful than that ugly and short human. It wasn’t obvious when he was sitting in the car, but when he stood up, mother was easily a head taller than the youth, who appeared frail and hunched. Fourth Joy firmly claimed that this was realism.
Fortunately, the action of replacing the footage was discreet enough, and the organization behind the scenes was confident enough in their abilities. At least for now, no one would come to verify the authenticity of this segment of surveillance.
On the other side, Little Darling intercepted the bad guy rushing out of the bar to attack his mother, who turned out to be Wolf, one of the three suspects.
At this moment, Wolf no longer displayed the suave demeanor he had when Tiantian and the others questioned him. His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted, his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing sharp, shark-like teeth as he desperately struggled against Little Darling’s tentacles.
This was a terrifying visage that could easily render most people powerless with fear. Wolf had been lurking in the bar since receiving orders from the youth, waiting for the prey to be lured into the trap.
It can be inferred that if not for the distraction caused by the gatekeeper, allowing the youth to believe he had successfully ambushed his target, subduing the prey would have been Wolf’s job.
After all, the youth would notice the difference in physique. He had been observing carefully all along. Xu Yintang’s figure was not soft and flabby, evident from the way he filled out his clothes so attractively.
Unfortunately, the situation escalated too quickly, and Wolf hadn’t anticipated the youth’s mistake. By the time he realized something was amiss, the youth was completely under Xu Yintang’s control.
Wolf didn’t feel fear towards Little Darling, who was much stronger than him. Even when he saw dozens of tentacles emerging from Xu Yintang’s clothes, wielding them in a bizarre manner, he showed no hesitation, as if the emotion of fear had been drained from his brain. He simply continued to attack relentlessly, as if programmed to do so, trying to rescue the youth knocked out by Xu Yintang.
“Outsider! You have no idea what you’re defiling!” he screamed.
“Blaspheming the sacrifice of death! Cursed! Cursed by death!!!”
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Before Little Darling indulged, Third Flora had cautiously sent butterflies to test for poison, confirming that Wolf didn’t carry the kind of toxin that would contaminate the offspring. Only then did he relax and allow Little Darling to eat freely. The butterflies flew back and forth hospitably, guiding them to the location of the secret workspace beneath the bar.
Why do people always like to hide secrets underground?
Like the statue of the ghost goddess in the hospital, or the alchemy blood pool in the village, even the secret workspace in this bar, as if people firmly believe that burying things in the soil will silence secrets like the dead.
Even though the smell of preservatives permeated through the door, and the coolness seeped through the crack, without the guidance of the butterflies, even after careful searching, they still found the hidden door leading to the underground.
Behind the door was a vast, tranquil space reminiscent of an art gallery, illuminated by beams of light shining on glass-covered, dismembered bodies, twisted and pieced together into monstrous shapes.
There were men, women, elders, and children.
There were also animals, plants, machinery… everything that existed in the world served as materials for creation.
The atmosphere in the space, terrifying and blasphemous, was like the genesis of sin, indescribable and inviolable.
If we set aside basic morality and only talk about art, then the youth had indeed created an extremely shocking piece of art, perhaps even causing gods to pause in admiration.
Xu Yintang touched those corpses through the glass cover, illuminated by the blood-red moonlight. He could see the terrifying bite marks on them, each leaving gaping voids and a sense of utter destruction. The rational human forms had become no different from carved wooden and stone objects.
“What are they?” Xu Yintang asked himself, “Not sacrifices, nor curses. They lack that aura, not holy enough, nor profane enough, just… something filled together with death and then consumed… Ah.”
Xu Yintang guessed.
“They are bait.”
That’s why they were built underground, where the shadows could extend.
Used to feed whatever lurked in the shadows. What exactly it was, he couldn’t be sure. The forums’ strategies hadn’t mentioned any clues related to it. Xu Yintang only inferred based on the available information that if they recreated another “bait” according to the youth’s delusions, it might lure it out.
How convenient that he had a ready-made material on hand.
Fourth Joy carefully poked his mother, reporting his new findings—he had dug up a group text link from the youth’s phone, enthusiastically inviting others to view his “supreme beauty” and “supreme masterpiece,” which was met with teasing replies from some of his acquaintances, saying he always said that every time.
Most of those invited were members of the organization, and even those who weren’t were the youth’s friends. Fourth Joy hadn’t completely taken control of the entire surveillance system yet; he simply followed the cellphone signals to find their surface information.
Hmm…
As Fourth Joy continued to report, he began to reflect on where he had gone wrong, but his mother’s praise encouraged him, and he perked up. He enjoyed the pleasure of being touched by his mother’s fingers while simultaneously urging his fish-headed minions to charge bravely forward, seizing control of the entire surveillance system as soon as possible.
Behind the corpse exhibition hall was the workshop, a spacious room of several hundred square meters filled with equipment familiar and unfamiliar to Xu Yintang. In the center was a platform resembling a restraint bed, made not of cold, hard stone but of milky-white material, giving it a clean appearance.
Xu Yintang skillfully tied the youth to it, still groggy and unable to distinguish his surroundings. He shook his head at the physical condition of the current culprit. Based on his recent experience, the intensity of the electric shock/gun wasn’t nearly as strong as the one used in hospital patient treatments. Even Xu Yintang before entering the game would have resisted it. As the user, being knocked out by his own weapon was truly unexpected.
Fortunately, time wasn’t too tight. The time of the invitation sent by the youth’s friends was nine o’clock in the evening, giving him several hours to recover consciousness.
After finishing the bland snacks, Little Darling’s tentacles wriggled on the bar’s carpet, wiping away the blood, leaving him clean and obedient when he returned to his mother’s side. Xu Yintang instructed it to guard the prey with Third Flora and find a place away from the air conditioning vent to contact Tiantian and the others.
—To maximize the freshness of the bodies before the preservation process, the workshop was as cold as a freezer.
The phone rang less than twice before Tiantian answered Xu Yintang’s call.
The little girl on the other end of the line grumbled about not being able to see the sugar daddy on the street, which made her life colorless, and then fell silent when Xu Yintang jokingly suggested, “I’ll let you stuff money and have fun later.”
It took a long time before she muttered in frustration, “I’m still young and don’t want to be killed by the moon god” before forcibly steering the conversation back to the point.
“You want us to help you tonight? Okay, okay, we are very free. Miss Elo has let us go. There is no important plot next. Oh, by the way, do you want to bring Thomas with you?”
“…ok, then I’ll give him some medicine to make sure he sleeps as peacefully as a dead pig.”
Author’s Note –
My body hasn’t fully recovered yet. The doctor said it’s probably because I caught a chill from the air conditioning at night. Whimper whimper.
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