Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 258: Landing Point

Seeing that Mu Si insisted on not having this power, Ai Liang did not force him.

Although the imprint can instantly transform a person into a mini-superhero, it still has certain side effects overall.

It's true that the engraving is extremely well concealed, but nothing is absolute.

The engravings can sense each other.

What if Muslim happens to encounter other members of the Apostles...

The probability is low, but it's not impossible.

For example, most members of the Countermeasures Bureau have never seen what the Apostles look like.

In contrast, Muslims...

He has been friends with Ai Liang for several years.

He met Janus and gained his appreciation.

It also possesses bizarre objects made by the Thousand-Faced Man himself.

With his luck...

If Ai Liang were to encounter another member of the Apostles Society in a different city, she wouldn't be surprised.

"I'm good at severing mental links, but I don't have experience extracting them."

As Ai Liang spoke, she used telekinesis to lift Mu Si's arm.

to be frank.

After deciding not to hide her secret of having superpowers from Mu Si, Ai Liang decided not to reveal it to him.

I felt much more relaxed.

When a person keeps something to themselves for years without telling anyone, they will inevitably feel depressed.

Even if it's a good thing.

It's like winning a billion-dollar lottery, but the condition for claiming it is that you can't tell anyone for a year.

Over time, bottling things up can lead to mental health issues.

Ai Liang didn't talk about it before because she couldn't find a suitable person to confide in.

Now that Mus has already entered the bizarre world and has been marked by the Apostles,

There's no need to hide your abilities from him anymore.

His arm rose uncontrollably, startling Mus again.

He thought he was possessed by a ghost from the cemetery.

However, he quickly realized that it must have been Ai Liang who did it.

Muss tried to remain calm: "It's okay, try it as you like. At worst, I'll just give up this hand."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and turned her head away, just like a child getting a vaccine.

Ai Liang ignored Mu Si's expression and focused intently on the peeling experiment.

Disconnecting from the mental link is a method summarized by the Countermeasures Bureau.

In Ai Liang's hands, it became a means to directly seize control of the engraving.

The people in the Countermeasures Bureau didn't have Ai Liang's powerful mental strength, and they could only temporarily sever the connection between the masked user and the strange entity.

Not to mention, the mask was completely removed from the bizarre system network.

Completely severing the link is a prerequisite for separation.

Since they can't even completely sever the connection, naturally no one has bothered to research methods for disconnection.

Therefore, Ai Liang can only try based on theory, and success is not guaranteed.

After all, he had never been exposed to the strange world before, and all his knowledge came from Gao Bin's head.

"If it fails, don't blame me..."

Before Ai Liang could finish speaking, the mark was peeled off Mu Si's palm.

The smooth and silky finish left Ai Liang stunned.

He simply connected his mental energy to the imprint and then considered separating it.

Ai Liang reached out and caught the wine-red pendant, a feeling of being able to control her arms and fingers welled up within her.

It was as if the pendant was an integral part of his body.

It's so simple?
Cutting off the link and seizing control is tantamount to seizing the entire imprint.

Ai Liang guessed to herself, then quietly put the pendant away.

Looking at that dangerous, ghostly thing, it finally slipped from my palm.

Muss breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling the weight that had been pressing on his heart finally disappear.

With the worries gone, one's mind becomes more active.

"Tsk, no wonder you used to be able to accurately obtain a lot of information, turns out you have superpowers."

Mus seemed to have eaten a pound of lemons, radiating a sour aura from head to toe.

Although he appeared resolute when he asked Ai Liang to remove the imprint, it was only because he knew how to prioritize.

To say that Mus was not interested in the abilities that the mark brought was an overstatement.

That is impossible.

After the mark is truly lost and superpowers are completely relinquished.

He only then began to regret it.

Previously, he had been afraid and wary of the mark, and had been suppressing his desire for supernatural power.

The fear is gone now.

Regret naturally begins to surface.

With a fawning smile, Mu Si leaned close to Ai Liang: "Brother, look, the people from the Apostles' Society all make these little gadgets. Can you make them too...?"

Ai Liang glanced at him coldly: "I have no connection with the Apostles Society, nor do I create strange objects."

Mus chuckled and scratched his head: "Okay...bro, you see, I guess I'm practically halfway into your industry now, right?"
Could you please explain to me what the Apostles are, and what your connection is with them?

Could it really be like what's written in my novel... cough cough, the intelligence report, that they used to be one of their people?

Ai Liang didn't speak, but instead raised her hand and pointed it at Mu Si.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two whooshing sounds passed by Mus's ears.

The two bullets that were fired earlier returned to Ai Liang's hand under the control of telekinesis.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. All you need to know is that I don't know them."

Having just encountered another side of the world, Mus was clearly not yet used to this supernatural scene.

His eyes were fixed on the bullet.

Until they entered Ai Liang's pocket.

You're clearly a big shot in the industry!
We've known each other for a long time, is it really that hard to make some little gadgets?
Mus began to have doubts in his mind again.

"Then shall I reprint this on your hand?"

Ai Liang suddenly spoke, startling Mu Si so much that he fell to the ground.

He suddenly realized something.

Mind reading seems to be a skill that everyone can possess, so doesn't that mean that we are completely exposed to them?
“Mind reading can only read your current thoughts, not your memories. To know what you have done in the past, you need to read your brain.”

Looking at Ai Liang's disdainful gaze, Mu Si felt somewhat embarrassed.

So what should I do next?
Didn't you say that the Apostles are a bunch of antisocial perverts?

Now that you've taken this mark, won't they sense it and come over to silence me?
Mu Si kept asking Ai Liang in his mind how he should escape.

But after asking him for a long time, Ai Liang was still studying the pendant and ignored him completely.

Mu Si quietly moved closer to Ai Liang: "Ahem, big brother... can you say something?"

Did you ask me?

Ai Liang answered without looking up.

Mus raised his finger incredulously, pointing to his mouth: "No, don't you have mind-reading abilities? Do I have to speak?"

Ai Liang got up and walked towards the stone steps. Before going down, she glanced back at Mu Si and asked, "When we're playing games, a bunch of people are yelling and shouting with their microphones on. Do you mute them?"

That's such a down-to-earth explanation!
Mu Si stared blankly at Ai Liang's retreating figure.

Only after everyone had disappeared from sight did they realize what was happening and quickly followed.

We arrived outside the cemetery.

Ai Liang didn't wait for Mu Si to get in the car before starting the engine and leaving.

"Wait for me! Hey!"

Mus immediately lunged forward and pounced on the hood of the car.

The clash between flesh and steel shows that steel creations are superior.

Mus was wincing in pain, practically groaning as he lay on the hood of the car, writing the word "misery" on the windshield.

Ai Liang leaned out of the car window, her arm draped over the window, and asked, "Why are you still following me?"

"No way, brother, you're just going to abandon me like this?"

Mus stared at Ai Liang in disbelief: "We've known each other for ten years, and I only got targeted by the Apostles because of you. And you just leave like this?"

At this moment, Mus looked like an old man who had just undergone tumor removal surgery.

She kept asking the nurse if she was really alright.

Even though the nurses and surgeons repeatedly assured that everything was fine.

He was still worried and asked about it every day.

In other situations, Mus might have tried to solve them himself.

But when it comes to supernatural items, he's truly helpless.

They could only rely on the person in front of them, a seemingly famous reclusive big shot in that strange world.

If the hermit didn't have a reputation, would the Apostles be so eager to recruit him?
Mu Si didn't listen to Ai Liang's explanation at all.

They did it entirely according to their own preconceived notions.

When you make up a story to the point where you believe it yourself, that's a valid point.

"The imprint has been removed for you, so they can no longer locate you. Just find any taxi and you can leave Qianhua City."

After Ai Liang finished speaking, she closed the car window and was about to start the car and leave.

Seeing that Ai Liang was determined to leave.

In his desperation, Mus didn't care about anything else.

He simply stuck his hand into the gap in the car window and ran alongside the car.

"Brother! I'm being watched by Song Jie's men right now, and I can't leave anytime soon!"
Although I don't know anything about weird things, if you remove this thing, the other side should be able to feel the signal disappear, right?
Janus's target was you all along.

In his mind, finding me is the same as finding you; he'll definitely come back for me then, how could I possibly run away!

The more critical the situation, the more agile Muss's mind became.

He quickly connected all the details and went through the process.

Then, the conclusions drawn are analyzed.

Restate the key issues in the most concise language.

Ai Liang stopped the car, turned off the engine, and rolled down the window again: "If I were you, I would find a way to leave right now instead of standing on the side of the road chatting with others."

"Uh, but I don't have any money on me right now, and the phone I'm using was given to me by Song Jie. Once I make the payment, they'll definitely be able to find the record."

Mus looked troubled.

Ai Liang stared at him for a while.

Finally, he impatiently unlocked the car: "Get in."

Muston was overjoyed and quickly went around to the other side to open the car door and get into the passenger seat.

Mu Si said that he was being monitored by Song Jie's side.

But Muslims' mouths are deceitful.

Ai Liang didn't believe a single word of his nonsense.

Faced with Song Jie's surveillance, this guy definitely has a way to deal with it; he's absolutely not going to sit idly by and wait to die.

Mus was a smart man, facing a strange world full of unknowns.

Even if Ai Liang has already blocked the imprint, who knows if there are other ways to find her over there?

Moreover, Song Jie and his gang were no pushovers; even optimistically, the probability of him successfully escaping was at most fifty percent.

This is without even considering Janus's intervention.

Therefore, given the current situation, staying with Ai Liang is safer than anywhere else.

We must hold on tight to this thigh and never let go!

Ai Liang saw through his intentions, which is why she decided to bring him along.

Since Musi is worried, let's treat it as a post-operative hospitalization for observation and let him stay with me for a while.

To avoid this guy doing something annoying again.

It's not too late to kick them out after the matter is resolved.

Having made up her mind, Ai Liang transformed back into her messenger form.

He drove Mus all the way to Zhenxing Road.

Then he stopped the car in the 32nd alley area and led Mus into a residential building.

Mus's eyes darted around the road the whole way, probably observing the terrain.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after the security door to the house was closed.

"Phew, so this is your lodging in Thousand Flower City? Hmm... it's pretty ordinary."

Considering that he still needs someone's help.

Mus didn't utter the word "awkward".

According to his recent survey, neither the location of the residential area nor the traffic conditions make this a good place to stay.

The only redeeming quality is its ordinariness.

It is no different from the neighborhoods where ordinary people live.

Perhaps the hermit was using reverse thinking to choose a foothold?

Mus stood at the doorway, carefully examining the layout and furniture of the room.

He soon noticed a new problem: "Why does this feel like a woman's house? You didn't actually get married after retiring from your life of crime, did you?!"

"I suggest you switch careers and become a screenwriter. With your imagination, you'll definitely be able to support yourself."

Ai Liang didn't waste any words with Mu Si and tossed him the door key: "This is the inheritance I recently received. The original owner committed suicide, and to repay a debt of gratitude, she left the property to the messenger in her will."

Mus's gaze froze slightly.

Suicide as a way of repaying a debt of gratitude.

He gleaned a great deal of information from that short sentence.

This time it wasn't just his imagination.

They had encountered this situation more than once ten years ago in Nevada.

(End of this chapter)