this infinite world

"Zero point, and Cheng Xiao..."

Zheng Zha withdrew his gaze from the people behind him, and looked at the clock tower in the distance, whose minute hand had moved forward again. He gritted his teeth unwillingly: "Even the Pharaoh died inside his own secret base. The clues we found with great difficulty are broken again... What on earth is going on!"

"The Pharaoh has been dead for a long time."

Without having time to worry about the missing Lingdian and Cheng Xiao, Qi Tengyi immediately opened the sonic explosion channel and quickly told his information: "Judging from the shape of the wound and the general condition of the body, the Pharaoh should have died more than twelve hours ago, which means that he lost his life before we entered the Watcher world..."

Because of his previous experience, this time Qi Teng opened the exit of the sonic explosion tunnel directly inside the secret base. When Zheng Zha stepped out of the tunnel, the first thing he saw was the body of the Pharaoh still sitting on his chair. It was exactly the same as what everyone saw before the world was reset.

"There are no corresponding special elements left."

Before Zheng Zha opened his mouth to ask, Chu Xuan had already given the answer Zheng Zha wanted: "The cause of death was natural, and there was no sign of any external influence."

"damn it……"

Listening to the bad news that came one after another, Zheng Zha's aura surged, as if it was about to explode completely in the next moment and destroy everything around him... But he knew very well that even if he really did so, it would be a useless effort.

Rorschach, who had never appeared when the Watchers were formed, the clock that was getting close to the twelve o'clock mark, the teammates who disappeared silently in the reset of the world, and the Pharaoh who died inexplicably in his own secret base... The clues appeared one by one, and disappeared in front of Zheng Zha, as if there was an invisible mastermind behind the scenes, opposing the Zhongzhou team who were pursuing the truth.

——And the most infuriating thing is that even though Zheng Zha knew that it was Dr. Manhattan who was behind this, he couldn’t find any trace of that man.

Since entering the main god space, Zheng Zha has rarely experienced such a confusing situation, not knowing where to go, and even having difficulty figuring out where the enemy is. Whether facing his own clone or encountering a non-face with immortal power, he can maintain plenty of fighting spirit and strong determination.

However, at this moment, Zheng Zha really seemed to be Don Quixote fighting against windmills. Even though he had great power, he couldn't seem to find a stage to display it... What if he could change the trajectory of the moon and destroy the earth? Without understanding the triggering conditions for resetting the world and finding Dr. Manhattan, everything was empty talk.

"Where's Pharaoh's cat?"

Just when Zheng Zha was getting anxious, Chu Xuan suddenly asked a question that Zheng Zha had never expected: "Where is his cat?"

Zheng Zha's eyes widened in disbelief: "It's already this hour, and you're still concerned about his cat?"

"The Pharaoh never lets his cat out of his hands, unless..."

Chu Xuan ignored the confused Zheng Zha and walked around to the back of the Pharaoh's chair. As expected, there was a red cat curled up there, and at this moment, it was dead like its owner.

"Okay, we found his cat." Zheng Zha watched Chu Xuan carry the cat's body out: "But what does this have to do with our current situation?"

"The cat's body has the same trace elements as those on the Comedian's badge." Chu Xuan replied calmly.

"It's not on the Pharaoh's body, but it's on the Pharaoh's cat?"

Zheng Zha was stunned for a moment, as if it was difficult to imagine the causal relationship between the two: "What is going on? Could it be that before Dr. Manhattan killed the Pharaoh, his cat jumped onto the doctor's big blue bald head first, so it was contaminated with the corresponding trace elements..."

"There are two mistakes in your words. First, this cat was created by Pharaoh based on the energy in Dr. Manhattan's body and combined with genetic technology. Otherwise, why do you think he would stay with the cat all the time?"

Chu Xuan glanced at the body of the red cat in his hand and said calmly: "Secondly, the Pharaoh was not killed by Dr. Manhattan."

"...wasn't it Dr. Manhattan who killed him?" If Zheng Zha could understand Chu Xuan's previous words, then he completely didn't understand this sentence. Fortunately, he glanced at Qi Tengyi, Luo Gandao, Zhao Yingkong, Ming Yanwei and Luo Yinglong beside him, all of whom looked confused. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then who killed him? It can't be suicide..."

"It was suicide indeed."

Before Zheng Zha could finish his words, Chu Xuan interrupted him. The young man walked to the Pharaoh's body and carefully looked at his sitting posture. He explained to Zheng Zha, "Dr. Manhattan agrees with the Pharaoh's ideas, so he won't do anything to the Pharaoh. And a wise man like the Pharaoh who planned the plot that sacrificed millions of people would naturally understand what it means to 'put oneself in the game'. Even if he really dies, he will definitely leave enough clues."

"Why did he remain sitting upright with his pupils looking straight in a certain direction at the last moment before his death? It was because he saw something, something that made him willing to sacrifice his life."

“——Some truths about this world that can only be seen by sitting on the chair.”

Then, Chu Xuan stretched out his right hand without hesitation and pushed hard, pushing the corpse that was still sitting upright before death straight away. At this moment, the chair that was originally silent and located under the Pharaoh suddenly changed.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the chair without its owner and the stone platform below it slowly floated up, surrounded by a soft and mysterious halo that seemed to be composed of countless tiny symbols and patterns, emitting a brilliance that did not belong to this world. Just behind the chair, a ring-shaped halo structure with no front or back slowly rose up, as if integrating the concepts of time and space...

"That's basically it... That's all."

Then, facing this thing suspended in the air, which looked more like a small aircraft than a traditional "chair", Chu Xuan did not hesitate at all, and turned around calmly as usual.

Just like that, he sat in that position without hesitation. (End of this chapter)