Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 223 Resurrection from the Dead

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Mus retreated behind Janus, watching Cat's Eye with wary eyes.

"I can be a person, or I can not be."

Cat's Eyes seemed to have said something, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like it hadn't said anything at all.

His ability to make light of things is on par with those riddle masters.

This feels exactly like the rhetoric used by police at a crime scene to mislead reporters.

for example.

The victim has been sent for autopsy, and the police have obtained preliminary leads.

"Officer, could you please tell me the specifics?"

"That's the current situation. We'll have to wait and see what happens next."

They seemed to say a lot, but actually revealed nothing.

"Alright, Cat's Eye, stop teasing him."

Janus had no time to listen to their banter: "How was your day?"

"Same as usual, except there are two more today than yesterday."

Upon hearing the leader speak, Cat's Eye immediately ignored Mus and followed Janus to introduce today's harvest.

What we got? Two?
Mus's expression changed slightly.

The familiar words evoked terrible associations in him.

The following scene directly confirmed his suspicions.

A corpse, its intestines ripped open, lay silently on the operating table.

Next to the body was a crying face mask.

The tragedy, which should have ended nine years ago, has been replayed in Chika City.

But this time they weren't so lucky. There wasn't another hermit in Chika City to stop this inhumane atrocity.

Janus began to shake his head and sigh: "Alas, Thousand Flower City really can't compare to Neva City."

Cat Eyes said with a smile, "If you allow me to use some extreme methods, I can triple the efficiency."

"You just want to kill for fun, don't you?"

Janus said calmly, "If there were a real shortage, I would have said and done it without you having to tell me."

"The organization has already provided enough of what it needs. The only reason I haven't stopped you is because I still consider you useful to me."

"So, in reality, you didn't need me to keep killing anymore, but you only let me continue because you considered that I was still somewhat useful to your game?"

Cat Eyes spread his hands and shrugged: "How heartless, Lord Janus."

Mus watched Cat's Eyes' exaggerated performance with trepidation.

He was afraid that Janus might get angry and throw everyone present into the stratosphere.

One can only say that a madman is indeed a madman, whether it was when facing the hermit back then or now when facing Janus.

There was no fear in the cat's eyes.

It was as if this person was born immune to fear.

"To be honest, I'm getting a little tired of being stuck here all day dissecting these dolls and only being able to do things to specific people. When can I move around freely, Lord Janus?"

Cat's Eyes asked as he tidied up the corpse on the operating table.

"Not sometime, right now."

Ok?
Maoyan was just asking casually.

But to his surprise, Janus actually agreed.

What does this feel like?

It feels like you were originally holding up one finger, wanting to sell something for ten thousand.

The other party immediately agreed: One million, I'll take the goods!
According to the original plan, it wasn't my turn to appear yet, was it?
Cat's Eyes didn't even bother to clean up the corpse: "Has the plan gone wrong?"

Janus pushed Mus out from behind him: "That's right, there's been a small problem. The number of players has increased, and the new players are old acquaintances of yours."

Cat Eyes narrowed his eyes, looking at Mus with suspicion: "A new player... is the Hermit?"

The only person Cat's Eye could think of who was to bring Mus was the Hermit.

"The plan has changed. You are free to act as you see fit, and there is no need to follow any particular order."

Janus did not answer the question directly, but pointed to Mus: "From now on, he will be your partner. I only have one requirement for you, and that is to find the hermit."

"clear."

The cat-eyed man's eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled: "Lord Janus, I'm good at killing, but my planning skills are so-so. So, could you perhaps have my old friend Mus find me a target?"

Mus: _?
You beast! What are you doing?!

Janus picked up the crying face mask from beside the operating table and casually tossed it into the red door: "Hasn't Nata always been in charge of intelligence?"

"I haven't seen my old friend in a long time, and I want to catch up with him. Besides..."

Cat's Eye walked up to Mus and put his hand on his shoulder: "Nata's intelligence capabilities are no match for my old friend. I believe he can definitely pick out the most suitable target to lure out the Hermit."

"It doesn't matter. It was originally intended as bait to lure hermits. If it can be put to use, that would be even better."

After Janus retrieved the crying face mask, a small clump of black liquid crawled up his neck.

"Hmm... I understand. How's your plan going... Alright, alright, stop nagging. I'll be back as soon as possible."

Janus ripped the black liquid off his neck, crushed it, and the black liquid splattered everywhere.

And these liquids, like ginseng fruit, vanished without a trace the moment they touched the ground.

Janus raised his hand and opened a red door: "The rest is up to you. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Having said that, he walked through the door and disappeared without a trace.

Only Cat's Eye and Mus were left at the scene, staring at each other in the operating room.

Since its resurrection, Cat's Eye's activities have been confined to Jiuhua City, where it performs dissections day after day.

It's so boring.

Janus's command was like a chain, firmly binding him to this small area.

Now, the chains have been broken.

The butcher in Nevada City has regained his freedom.

Compared to the happy cat's eyes, Musi's expression was as happy as someone visiting a grave during the Qingming Festival.

'I'm providing the prey? I think you're just seeking revenge, trying to get the hermit to turn me into a concrete block too!'

Moose wished he could grab the scalpel from the cart and demonstrate it on Cat's Eye.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, the scene from many years ago, when this guy pinned him to the ground and beat him, immediately flashed back in his mind.

The raging anger was extinguished in an instant.

'Calm down, you need to calm down, Mus, you're just an ordinary person!'

Mus took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to torture himself: "How on earth did you come back to life?"

"The human body will perish, but the will will not."

Cat's Eye did not hide the reason for his resurrection from Mus.

As he tidied up the corpses on the operating table, he said, "All it takes is transferring one person's personality and memories into another person to achieve resurrection. It's that simple, isn't it?"

"Then are you still you after you come back to life?" Mus asked in surprise.

"That depends on your definition of a person."

Cat's Eye completely disregards this philosophical contradiction: "Does a person's personality create different memories, or do experiences and memories shape their personality?"

Cat's Eyes put down the corpse and poked Mus's chest: "Or let me ask you another way, is this body Mus, or is your consciousness Mus?"

Before Mus could answer, Cat Eyes laughed: "The original personality of my current body has been completely erased. In my opinion, I am exactly the same as I was before. It wouldn't be a big problem to say that I've been resurrected."

"It's no different from any other person having organ transplant surgery; I just got a new body."

"...You've really changed a lot. You wouldn't have talked so much nonsense with me before,"

Mus did not continue the argument on this topic.

He simply wanted to know the specific means by which Cat's Eye was brought back to life, rather than debating philosophical questions like what a human being truly is.

"There's no way around it; while erasing someone's personality, you're bound to be influenced by them."

Cat's Eyes said in a very calm tone: "You can understand it as treating dissociative identity disorder."

Mus did not respond. His relationship with Cat's Eye was, if not like brothers, at least irreconcilable.

Back then, Mus's brains were almost splattered out by Cat's Eye.

If he weren't outmatched, Mus would have already taken up arms.

Compared to Maoyan's self-reflection, he was more concerned about what the organization behind Janus was collecting.

Judging from the crying face masks placed next to the operating table, are they collecting souls or something similar?

"More than your own affairs, I want to know why you harvested your organs. Don't tell me your organization is so low as to resort to such methods to make money."

"Mus asked tentatively."

"No need to beat around the bush, just ask whatever you want to know. From the moment you arrived, there are no secrets here."

Cat's Eyes put the corpse into a body bag and threw it into the trash can: "Lord Janus is using the mask to collect something from certain people, such as spirit, soul, or something else."

Although her temperament and speaking style have changed a lot, Cat Eyes is still Cat Eyes.

They answer every question, and they do bad things openly, purely for the sake of doing evil.

"So it's the same in Nevada?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you say so back then?"

"You didn't even ask."

Cat's Eyes's bluntness left Mus speechless.

However, since he always answers questions, we can't miss this opportunity to gather intelligence.

"So you harvested organs from those victims to obtain something the organization needed?"

"That's not it."

Cat's Eyes pulled out a wet wipe and wiped his hands: "Dissecting them is just a personal hobby of mine. As for those organs..."

Since I was going to get rid of it eventually anyway, I sold it to the black market, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything.

Moose's blood pressure rose in anger at this dismissive reply.

He kept repeating to himself, "You can't beat him."

"On the contrary, I thought you knew all along, which is why you chose to assist the hermit. It turns out you knew nothing at all?"

Mus chuckled dryly: "I have no interest in upholding justice. I was forced into a corner by you and had no choice but to find a hermit to kill me."

"Was it a last resort...? Throwing me into the blender was a last resort too?"

Cat Eyes squinted as he began changing the scalpel blade: "To be honest, that feeling was really awful. I couldn't move my hands or feet, and I could only watch myself..."

"This is similar to the experience of the victims you sent to the slaughterhouse."

Mus had no desire to hear about his experience of being thrown into a blender.

If, at the end, Maoyan asks, "Do you want to give it a try?", how should he respond?

It's better to strike first.

"Your mouth hasn't changed at all in terms of being annoying."

That's not it, it's just simple foul language, but the ultimate enjoyment.

Mus thought to himself.

When Mus said that, he was actually testing Maoyan's intentions.

He wasn't sure if the person in front of him was the one with cat eyes.

Temperament can be imitated, and memory can be replaced by intelligence.

Furthermore, Musi himself is neither a close friend nor a relative of Maoyan, and therefore cannot verify the authenticity of Maoyan based on its personal habits.

As for whether Maoyan has any relatives or friends, we'll leave that aside for now.

Cat's Eyes put the cleaned knife handle into a storage bag: "I should have told you not to use that term to describe my operating room."

He turned around, picked up a bone chisel, and opened his half-closed eyes wide.

His dark, deep eyes, devoid of any emotion, were fixed on Mus.

An overwhelming, chilling killing intent roared silently throughout the room.

The sharp tone, almost tangible, constantly pierced Mus's nerves, causing him great anxiety.

In an instant, the entire room seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

This is the cat's eye as Mus understood it.

That ruthless man who could frighten someone into putting down their gun with just a look.

The Ripper, a figure shrouded in secrecy by all intelligence dealers in Nevada.

Back then, Mus was accused of calling the place where Cat's Eye was dissected a slaughterhouse. Somehow, the story got back to Cat's Eye, which led to his furious revenge.

Because of this one sentence, Mus was hunted down by the people of Cat's Eye for a whole month.

When Mus was arrested and learned the reason behind it, he wanted to slap himself twice.

You asked him why he didn't fight back against the peephole?
Back then, Mus was just a newbie who had only recently debuted. What could he possibly use to fight back?
Who would be willing to offend the most vicious Cat's Eye Gang for him?

They didn't kick him when he was down; that shows they're kind and righteous.

However, that chase was also the battle that made Muss famous.

This previously unknown nobody has now officially entered the sights of various bigwigs and become a familiar face.

According to the bigwigs, the person who could command the entire Maoyan Gang's full-scale manhunt must be no ordinary individual.

There are even absurd rumors circulating in the underworld that he blew up Cat's Eye's toilet while he was taking a dump, which is why he was hunted down by the entire Cat's Eye gang.

It's normal for such rumors to emerge, after all, Mus himself didn't know why he was being chased by the Cat's Eye Gang for no reason before he was caught.

He's bringing this up now to test Maoyan's reaction.

Back then, only Cat's Eye himself knew the reason for the manhunt.

The results were very successful.

Just like back then, Cat's Eye was inexplicably provoked.

Faced with the murderous intent in the cat's eyes, Mus instinctively adopted a defensive stance.

But the other party did not rush over with a bone chisel to open his skull as expected.

Instead, he gently placed the bone chisel into the storage bag as well.

This change almost gave Mus's old back a real shock.

I've already prepared the hidden weapons on the soles of my feet, and this is what you show me?

(End of this chapter)