There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Xu Shuo grasped the person who was banging their head against the rock.

Initially, he thought that if Lin Qi wanted to be the first to enter the Teleportation Array, he would have no choice but to fight the big guy.

However, during his recent probing, he had found the big guy also had a method similar to shielding from mind detection, so the fight might get tricky.

Fortunately, the latter was quite self-aware and consciously chose to leave first.

With the person in tow, Xu Shuo now headed accurately toward Epsilon's location, who was hiding under a load-bearing column, passing time by playing games.

Upon his sudden appearance, Epsilon immediately raised the Energy Gun, but the Soul Imprint in his mind made him hesitate, so he did not shoot immediately.

The man was clad in all black, with a black mask securely covering most of his face and a hood falling over his forehead, obscuring it; only through the jet-black, disheveled hair could one see those black eyes.

In the Empire, black hair and black eyes were rare traits, mostly found among the upper-class nobility; maybe this man was of a similar status.

The New An Bureau had records of every core member, but they hadn't left any visual recordings, so many members didn't even know what the others looked like.

After all, most New Humans were quite fond of mysticism.

Thus, when recognizing each other, they mostly relied on imprints in their minds, as Soul Imprints would resonate with one another.

"Jieta?" Epsilon ventured.

"It's me," Xu Shuo reached out to him, "Let's go, I'll get you out of here first."

Epsilon glanced at the person held in Xu Shuo's other hand; although puzzled, he did not ask anything at that moment and grasped Xu Shuo's extended hand.

The three of them quickly left the ruins and appeared in a house at least dozens of kilometers away from the bombing site. This place was not the lowest slum but an upper-class luxury villa area, which also happened to be Epsilon's safe house.

Epsilon knew how to enjoy life; apart from the other necessary safe houses, he mostly lived in the upper class.

After letting go of his hand, Epsilon looked bewildered, "Did I ever tell you where I live?"

Xu Shuo kept a straight face, "It seems not."

"Then how did you know?"

"Is there a possibility that the director told me?"

"...There is such a possibility."

Epsilon ended the foolish conversation, couldn't wait to kick off his shoes, and then took off his filthy suit. Just as he was about to continue undressing his shirt, he suddenly glanced at Xu Shuo, who was still standing by.

Xu Shuo ignored him, dumped the barely living Lin Qi on the sofa, and then took out a Fin Needle from his tactical jacket to start treating him.

There were medical equipments in the villa. After reviving him a bit, Xu Shuo put him in the medical pod and skillfully activated the treatment system.

Because there were still matters to discuss, Epsilon, restraining himself from taking a shower, changed into clean clothes and came out of his room.

"Who is that person?" he asked, looking at the medical pod.

"Lin Qi. You can look up his file in the database; the director is keeping him for a reason," Xu Shuo said.

"Did we have some internal problems? Why did the director ask you to go to the scene in this way? Was the purpose just to bring this person here?" Epsilon continued.

What he meant was, using the pretext of rescuing him, they had Jieta go to the scene of action.

Logically, it seemed unnecessary to go to such lengths.

But the director's behavior seemed intent on hiding something from "Omega." Could it be that Omega was suspected of treachery?

...That was indeed a far-fetched idea.

Upon hearing this, Xu Shuo looked at him, his eyes clear, "I don't know."

Epsilon: "…"

"Others are still carrying out tasks over there; I need to leave first," Xu Shuo waved his hand and then disappeared.

Epsilon wanted to say more but ultimately left with a head full of confusion, without getting any answers.

He stood in the living room for a while, then went about removing and throwing away the sofa cover, activated the household robots, and finally stood contemplating the expensive medical pod.

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Taking Lin Qi away was simply an opportunistic move on Xu Shuo's part, because in Professor Li's Memory Palace, he hadn't found any information about the real headquarters of Paradise Bird.

The head of the New An Bureau couldn't possibly be unaware of this; it must be that Professor Li's body had never been there.

Moreover, Xu Shuo didn't conceal the existence of Lin Qi and the true headquarters of Paradise Bird from his buddies, disclosing it in the chatroom right after the kidnapping.

Pianning also favored the idea of taking Lin Qi away.

It was during Xu Shuo's absence from the battlefield that inside a fierce battle erupted, and the surviving members of Paradise Bird naturally sought every means to leave the place, but they were completely surrounded by the military outside.

After realizing they were encircled, they returned above the destroyed base, trying to move the rubble to find the Teleportation Array below.

But the Inspection Team wasn't going to give them that chance.

The collision of superpowers and black tech was incredibly intense at that moment, with turbulent winds swirling in the bombing zone and a huge cyclone forming above the ruins.

Airflow, this was the ability of a Paradise Bird member.

It was also the culprit behind the dark clouds and gales over Silverglow Tower yesterday, which made Xu Shuo mistakenly think Yin Banqian had used his powers.

However, the abilities of these two individuals were indeed similar.

Yin Banqian created storms, with an impressive and powerful momentum, affecting an area of several dozen kilometers, bringing tornadoes, thunderstorms, and other extreme weather in succession.

Airflow seemed to be able to cause typhoons as well, but apparently, it was mostly used for close combat, entangling opponents with the ability, and, emptying the air around them.

Xu Shuo stood by with great interest and watched for a while, until Cheng Can sent out a distress signal.

In their panic and despair, the surviving members of Paradise Bird, in order to find the underground Teleportation Array of the base, were crazily moving and smashing the ruins, regardless of whether there were any survivors below.

After all, those who couldn't escape would end up in the officials' hands, where being captured meant a fate worse than death!

Those who were unable to break through had placed their hopes of survival on this last chance.

This made things very hard for Cheng Can, who was in the control room.

A piece of brick that suddenly dropped nearly hit him; fortunately, he was quick enough to react, but he was almost buried by the ruins now.

And if the members of Paradise Bird discovered him, it could get even more troublesome.

The bigger problem was the third wave of bombardment from the officials.

...

When Xu Shuo appeared in the narrow corner, he saw that Cheng Can's body was almost fused with the wall.

His eyes lit up: "If I take you away, you have to materialize, right?"

Cheng Can's mouth twitched, and he moved into a gap amidst the debris before reverting to his physical state, grabbing onto Xu Shuo with one hand.

"The control room's hardware has been damaged, and the data isn't fully recovered yet, but if there's another collapse, just take me away," Cheng Can said seriously.

This was also the decision they had discussed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a tremor came from above.

Boom!

The crumbling stones fell completely, and Xu Shuo, with no interest in getting crushed, immediately left, Cheng Can, connected to the control room's data line, was forced to cut off.

Upon reaching a safe place, Cheng Can eagerly inquired about the situation from Wei Ya.

Wei Ya sent over a victory emoji.

[I've copied everything down, I can repair it slowly.]

Cheng Can breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the mission wasn't a complete waste of time.

Only then did he turn to look at the not-too-distant battlefield, seeing under the thick night, more trails of fire crossing the low sky, heading towards the ruins.

The third wave of bombardment was indeed on its way.

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