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Chapter 863 The Unkillable
"Are you Time?" Xue Se was hearing someone address him like that for the first time: "Time Blood City?"

The gardener's diary mentions some descriptions of Blood City, but those are just the fantasies of a murderer, how could they be true?

Gripping the gun tightly, people only knew that Xue Se had a bad temper, but they didn't know that Xue Se was most dangerous when he calmed down. Now, his emotions were completely calm, and he pointed the gun at another head.

No matter how the voice changed, Xue Se could always accurately locate the other party. This was comparable to the intuition and five senses of a wild beast, which was terrifying.

"Seeing you rely on the gun in your hand, I know you've completely forgotten; you've become part of delirium." The sound of time mingled with the dripping blood and the ticking of the clock.

"Not relying on guns? Then what can you rely on?" Xue Se didn't believe there was any force more trustworthy in the world than guns: "After killing so many people, do you think you can escape?"

"You actually think they're human? Look closely, they're all grotesque creatures and madmen gathered together by delirium, how do they look like humans?" The world seen through Time's eyes is different from what Xue Se sees: "They all deserve to die, they should all be killed, only then will this world become normal."

"A madman." Xue Se wavered for a moment, but he quickly regained his senses. Talking to a madman for too long would easily turn him into one. He couldn't follow the other person's train of thought.

"I'm crazy? Hahaha, that's right, I am crazy. You'd better leave quickly, or you'll catch my madness." Time is indifferent and ruthless, it will not stop for kindness or evil, nor will it linger for sadness or beauty. It coldly calculates the arrival of each moment, counting its time in this world.

"Hand over that female reporter." Xue Se wanted to test the other party's bottom line.

“She can’t go with you anymore. Her life has become my anchor, proof of my existence at this moment, marking my current time.” Time refused without even thinking.

“I saw her come in just now. That woman interviewed Bu Cunzai and other suspects; she’s a very important witness.” Xue Se moved silently toward the closed bedroom door.

"If you really want to play the cop game, why don't you investigate why Autopsy Avenue is called that? And whose cause of death are the thirteen neighborhoods investigating?" The pointer slowed down a bit. "I've already told you too much, making my time a little blurry, but if it can get you to cooperate with me, this loss is worth it."

With each word that time speaks, it replaces a head. The original head slowly withers, facial features collapse, and flesh hangs on the bones. It's clear that maintaining a certain state comes at a great cost.

"You still want to cooperate with me?" Xue Se felt disgusted. This madman who had slaughtered so many citizens, suffering from some terrible disease, actually wanted to cooperate with him: "Do I look that bad?"

Xue Se kicked open the wooden door to the bedroom and saw five old men with only the whites of their eyes, holding various strange tools, who were smoothing out the reporter's cheeks and carving out numbers.

"You bunch of madmen who've gone hysterical!" Xue Se rushed into the house, knocked an old man to the ground, and knocked the tools out of the hands of several others. He first eliminated their weapons and then used violence. There wasn't a single old man or woman in the bedroom who could withstand a single blow from Xue Se.

"Hurry up!" Grabbing the female reporter, Xue Se originally planned to break out first. He had contacted the bureau a long time ago, and his helpers should be arriving soon. If all else failed, he could jump out of the window when they reached the second or third floor.

The idea was good, but the moment Xue Se grabbed the reporter's arm, the pointer on the woman's face began to spin, her skin withered rapidly, and her flesh emitted a strange smell, not exactly unpleasant, but like incense burning for prayer.

The ticking sound seeped into his brain, and Xue Se recalled a long time ago, a memory he had almost forgotten, very blurry. It was as if he was lying in a river of blood, straining his eyes to see somewhere in the human world, a child nestled peacefully in his mother's arms. The reporter's body withered and collapsed, and Xue Se awoke with a start. He seemed to have been immersed in something, experiencing it once, and his heart had become filled with an intense longing, even willing to pay any price for it.

"The longing for a fleeting moment of warmth in fragmented memories is the beauty bestowed by time, an addiction that cannot be broken. I'll ask you one more time: are you willing to cooperate with me?"

"If you want me to lure young citizens over here, then don't say anything more." Xue Se was still savoring the wonderful moment, something he had never experienced in the new city of Shanghai.

"I hope you stop investigating the Time of Death neighborhood and focus your attention on hunting down one person." Time has already destroyed several head clocks in order to leak this information to Xue Se.

"Who are you hunting?"

"Someone you can't kill no matter what, kill him, or drive him insane, and perhaps everything will end." Time's voice also became somewhat weak. It usually doesn't expend its power because it needs to stay conscious. This time, it made an exception because it saw the blood.

"No other clues?"

"No, stop asking." Time's voice drifted uncertainly: "The reason you still have a chance to kill him is perhaps because I haven't gone mad yet. If he becomes the last person to remain sane, everything will be over."

Just to reveal this information, I feel I've lost several days of clarity, and at the most crucial moment, those few days' difference may determine the final outcome.

Xue Se didn't actually believe in time; he just felt that since he was on the other side's turf and in a passive position, it might be better to make a decision after he left.

“No problem, I’ll help you find that person who can’t be killed no matter what.” Xue Se readily agreed: “I can cooperate with you, but I have one last question for you.”

"explain."

"Did Dr. Gao from the Human Entrance Hospital come here? Did he hide anything in your room?" Xue Se received a text message from Dr. Gao before he died, in which he made a promise with his life.

"He's lying to you, be careful of that Dr. Gao! Don't trust anyone in this world except us!" Time seemed to say a few more words, and all the clock hands moved a little faster, as if a patient's life was constantly slipping away.

Xue Se was puzzled. Dr. Gao was already dead, so why would he lie to her before he died? There was absolutely no need for that. But if Dr. Gao didn't lie to her, then it was probably time that was lying.

This world is terminally ill; everyone who is alive is sick, and sometimes the words of the dead are more trustworthy.

(End of this chapter)