Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 281, Section 011: Crying Face
A white light curtain descended, illuminating the alloy floor.

A man sat quietly on the tatami mat, his face against the steel wall, motionless like an old monk in deep meditation.

The ground's textured surface crisscrosses like machined lines, while flashing lights indicate the transmission of electrical information. The occasional beeping sounds are the surrounding machines monitoring spatial parameters.

In the enclosed space with its metallic texture, there is a circular control panel in the center, and a rising cylindrical light screen displays three or four dynamic images.

The alloy hatch opened, and Chi Xingluan slowly walked in. Five years ago, Chi Xingluan did not have a mustache and was dressed in a black shirt and white gown, looking every bit the scholar.

"It seems that something happened to one of the people who went to District 9."

He seemed to know the people in the room well, and they walked up to him without saying hello.

The man appeared to be waking from a nap, and when he turned around, a striking white mask was visible on his face.

On the mask, there are two aggrieved curves around the eyes, and below that is a slightly inverted triangular mouth.

A mask that looks like a clown.

Chi Xingluan was already used to this person's appearance and didn't have much of a psychological reaction.

"Hmm," the man responded. "Number."

“YA1403-2A.” Chi Xingluan said, taking out the identification document in his hand. The owner was an Otherworlder who died in District 9.

"Team Detective, Qingya, has been out of contact for 24 hours."

“This person triggered a curse; the Blood Jade must have swallowed his lifeblood.” The man wearing the sorrowful mask pointed his index finger at Qingya’s ID photo, and a blue ring spread out. Then, the ID photo quickly turned red and wrinkled, like a plant that was rapidly withering.

Chi Xingluan crumpled up the blackened, wrinkled ID photo, took out a piece of bone chip, and handed it to the man in the white mask, saying, "See what intelligence you can find. In District 9, anyone who can kill a scout like this is already considered a core member of the fighting force."

The man with the sorrowful mask slowly stood up, dressed in a loose-fitting black kimono, held together only by a sash. He took out a red-patterned brocade box from his robes.
He opened the brocade box and placed the bone chip inside.

The red patterns on the brocade box suddenly came to life, and a burst of life-giving energy emerged from the box.

[Memories of the Past]

When the holder touches a special object belonging to the deceased, the death scene can be recreated from a first-person perspective. The recreated scene is affected by the time of death and the deceased's will before death, and the lighting effects will last for tens of minutes to several hours after the death.

Therefore, this divination statement easily creates a psychic constitution.

Soon, the circular light screen began to make a hissing sound. Chi Xingluan looked up and saw that a boot blocked half of his vision, making it pitch black. His vision on the other half was also very limited.

There is only a light screen but no sound, simply because the years of cultivation required for the Manifestation are still insufficient.

The man wearing the mask of sorrow and Akashiro watched silently together.

The footage was somewhat shaky, clearly showing that Qingya was being crushed underfoot despite struggling extremely.

Originally, although this level of reconnaissance soldier was still trash, it also served as a screening tool to assess strength; at least the people they could defeat were not weak.

Qingya also tried hard to look at the man's face. From its perspective, lying on the ground and looking up at the man was like looking up at a mountain.

Fortunately, I was finally able to see the man's face clearly.

He was in his forties, of Chinese descent, and sported a light stubble.

"It's him?" A murmured voice came from beneath the sorrowful mask.

Chi Xingluan sensed a different emotion in his words and asked, "Do you know him?"

"Hmm." Behind the mask, the man's eyes seemed to brighten. "This man is worth keeping an eye on. If possible, recruiting him wouldn't be a bad idea."

The scene continues.

Qingya turned his head shakily, and in his field of vision was the cold face of a high school boy.

His lips moved, and he questioned Qingya in Japanese, word by word.

Chi Xingluan clearly sensed that the atmosphere had suddenly become somewhat oppressive.

The man with the sorrowful mask beside him showed signs of agitation. It was because he was in a state of heightened excitement, his power was becoming uncontrollable, and his aura, like his own heart, was becoming frenzied.

He stood like a statue, silent, gazing for a long time at the projected image of the boy, who looked to be about ten years old.

“Luan Jun”.

The man in the sorrowful mask stared at the screen for a full minute until Qingya exploded. The female corpse beside him slowly got up, her eyes covered by white film, and picked up pieces of flesh and stuffed them into her mouth.

Finally, the reanimated woman dismantles the skeleton, gouges out the pupils from the skull, and puts them into her blood-soaked mouth, making the scene deep and dark.

One bite and it bursts open; the view ends.

Chi Xingluan waited quietly for him to continue.

Through the gaps in the mask, the man's sorrowful eyes, like those of a wounded beast, held a look that was neither a smile nor a cry. He said, "Remember this face. This person will be an obstacle we must overcome in the future."

“Okay.” Chi Xingluan scrutinized the boy’s thin face and the cold-bloodedness in his eyes that did not match his age.

"There's no need to search for the Smiling Demon anymore; we've already beaten him to it. That guy is just a spirit now, barely able to save himself."

"This man will definitely be its target as well. We've already gotten ahead of it. In fact, we'll have to change our strategy for this trip to District 9. With this intelligence, even if everything else fails, the trip will still be worthwhile."

The man with the sorrowful mask stared at the screen. Even though the image had long since disappeared, he couldn't help but reach out his hand, which hovered in the air for a moment before slowly lowering it.

Crimson Star Mountain remained silent.

“I understand Luan Jun’s concerns. It seems unrealistic for one person to shake us. We can test the waters, of course, without exposing ourselves. We can send the radical White Walkers.”

“He’s in District 9. Why would the radicals go after him for no reason?” Akashiro looked at the sad mask, trying to glean the man’s thoughts through the slits in his eyes.

"It's very simple."

As he spoke, the man's sorrowful expression seemed to be forcing a smile: "Tell Wen Xiang that he is the root cause of the White Walkers' future defeat."

"How could Wen Xiang believe that?" Chi Xingluan asked in surprise. Wen Xiang, the highest-ranking figure among the radical faction of the Others under the Night Emperor, the king of the Others in District 16, was second only to the king and would not easily believe such unsubstantiated claims.

“He will naturally have his own way of making judgments. You should tell him that to take down this boy, at least the Five Great Ghost Kings will have to be mobilized.”

“The Five Great Kings Ghosts…” Chi Xingluan’s expression became more serious.

The Five Kings are five close relatives of the radical princes who have survived for a thousand years. Each of them is a warrior who has experienced a thousand years of war. Now they are old and enjoying their twilight years in the royal palace.

This does not represent their decline; on the contrary, they are old but vigorous, and they will act immediately to nip any threat to the White Walkers in the bud.

But will all five of them have to come out for this boy?
“Yes,” said the man behind the sorrowful mask.

"Just in case, we should also send out our elite assassins. In addition to Nao continuing the 'Whaling Plan,' we should call back the remaining Long, Fei, Po, Liu, and Ming."

Chi Xingluan was slightly surprised: "That's our strongest fighting force."

"If we can kill him here, when the NA organization rises again..." The man in the sorrowful mask, his expression a mixture of remembrance and mourning, uttered words that contradicted his expression:

"No one can stop him."

Weather forecast: Heavy rain of knives is expected in the upcoming storyline, so please bring a shield when you go out.

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