Chapter 125: Have You Found Peace? (1)

Chapter 125: Have You Found Peace? (1)

"I'm going to sleep."

Chen Zeyu muttered to himself, turned off his bedside lamp, pulled the covers over, and went to sleep.

Gu Yi took out the handwritten note he found in Section C.

This note seemed to suggest that the history books documenting the extinct civilizations were the ashes of a civilization.

[If a human weighs 3.5 kilograms, how much would a civilization weigh?]

The ashes of a human weigh about 3-4 kilograms.

The ashes of a civilization weigh approximately 4-5 kilograms.

There were also several keywords in the books of Section B, such as "civilization" and "disperse." The clues there might be closer to the truth. If he could get in, he would surely find out more.

"Gu Yi is zoning out again!"

"Zoning out? Why don't you just die?"

"Commit suicide, be destroyed!"

Barrage appeared in front of Gu Yi once again.

"Boring. It's always the same lines." CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

Gu Yi shook his head, too lazy to use any psychological suggestions, and laid down to sleep.

...

Inside the Real world.

Late at night.

Blondie had a bandage wrapped around his leg. He was causing a ruckus in the hospital room, claiming he would sue the Strategy Group for abusive punishment.

The delinquent's father also rushed to the Strategy Group overnight, demanding compensation and seemingly not willing to let it go. After all, Blondie was indeed shot in the leg by Ah Jian.

At this time, adventurers in the weird world had all drifted into sleep.

Qu Kangping was also preparing to leave work. As he passed the reception, he heard the delinquent's father's shouting.

"What's going on?"

"Well... a suspect's father wants to sue us," the agent in charge of the interrogation replied. "Brother Jian lost his temper and shot the suspect in the leg without any provocation."

"That doesn't sound like something he would do. Where is he now?"

"I'm not quite sure."

"Looking at the father's age, his child could only be in high school at most, right?"

"Uh... Yes."

"Who is the suspect? Which high school is he from?"

"Well..."

"Not willing to say? Hmph, you're really loyal."

Qu Kangping rolled his eyes, turned around to his office, and began flipping through some documents.

The mercury bullet penetrated Zhang Qian's chest.

She wailed, her form flickering like a candle in the wind.

Ah Jian, tears streaming down his face, took out the salt canister, bit off its lid, and approached Zhang Qian.

Raising her head, she gave a sinister laugh and fled through the wall.

"Qianqian!"

Ah Jian yelled and dashed after her.

Bang!

He burst through the emergency exit.

Zhang Qian scampered down the stairwell.

Ah Jian threw the salt canister at her.

Boom!

A brilliant silver-white flame shot up, illuminating the entire hallway.

"Ah—how could you? Are you even my brother?"

Zhang Qian screamed shrilly.

Suddenly, Ah Jian's legs gave way, and he knelt, clutching his ears in pain.

The memory of his sister's tragic death flashed repeatedly before his eyes, making it impossible for him to focus. Shaking, he took out a bottle of spiritual energy drink from his pocket and gulped it down.

"Ugh—"

The drink was extremely bitter, and Ah Jian almost spat it out as soon as it touched his tongue.

Covering his mouth and summoning all his willpower, he forced the drink down. The hallucinations finally ceased. He looked out the window and saw his sister running towards the school's back door on the playground.

"Don't run!"

Ah Jian shouted and hastened his pursuit.

Zhang Qian was only a step away from the school's main gate when Ah Jian raised his gun and fired multiple shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhang Qian fell to the ground, her form flickering.

Ah Jian approached Zhang Qian and took out the last canister of salt from his pocket.

"Qianqian, I'm sorry, but this is... the rule."

Ah Jian opened the salt canister.

Suddenly, Ah Jian felt a chill on his back. Instinctively, he performed a side roll, taking cover behind a trash bin, as a flurry of gunshots echoed around him.

Turning his head, Ah Jian saw two fanatics walking towards him with guns drawn. They wore masks, and the forehead of each mask bore the logo of the "Weird World" channel.

"Kill him and take the evil spirit. If we wait for the agents to arrive, it'll be too late."

"Alright."

Not daring to engage in a gunfight with Ah Jian, the fanatics pulled out hand grenades from their pockets. After pulling the pins, they hurled them towards where Ah Jian was hiding.