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Chapter 659 Bai Fangshuo's Student ID

The elevator continued to run, and every now and then a gust of wind would scrape through the elevator shaft like a blade, making a piercing sound. The elevator would also vibrate every now and then with a "clang," like a locomotive suddenly hitting a small stone while running at high speed.

Finally, after a minute, the elevator came to a smooth stop...

"Ding!"

The floor display showed that the floor where the machine stopped was the Art Building.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Before the elevator doors even opened, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks could already be heard through the doors.

The three lost souls huddled in the corner trembled at the sound of the waves, as if they had foreseen some terrifying omen.

The elevator door opens.

The biting sea breeze, carrying with it cold and damp moisture, rushed into the elevator.

Kuai Hongji stepped out of the elevator first. "Dormitory Manager-39-X0230109023" wanted to call him back, but she swallowed the word "Hey" as soon as she opened her mouth.

Because Kuai Hongji suddenly turned around and said coldly, "After you get out of the elevator, stay still and don't move. Wait until you can no longer see me before you act, otherwise... you will definitely die."

After saying this, he gripped the old kerosene lamp tightly, walked out of the elevator, and disappeared into the wind and rain.

The female dormitory supervisor stared blankly in the direction where Kuai Hongji's figure disappeared, her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"Will I die..." She gripped the old kerosene lamp tightly, her eyes filled with resentment, yet she still firmly remembered Kuai Hongji's words before he left.

……

May 12, X023, 0:41, Art Building, Elevator Shaft.

As soon as Kuai Hongji stepped out of the elevator shaft, he immediately turned back and turned onto the side steps, entering the watchtower behind him.

The art office is located inside the watchtower, but ordinary dormitory supervisors cannot use this route to bring lost art students into the art office.

After turning onto the steps, Kuai Hongji soon entered a corridor with flickering candlelight and a sharp whistling wind. The walls of the corridor were sparsely carved with some strange symbols, very similar to those on the walls of the elevator shaft, but also containing some of the sense of the vastness of the sky and earth at the observatory...

Carrying an old kerosene lamp, Kuai Hongji walked through the corridor against the fierce wind. After wandering around, he arrived at a large door with ancient patterns carved on it.

The sign on the door read "Art Office." Kuai Hongji glanced at it indifferently, then knocked on the door.

"Knock knock!"

After knocking, he waited silently.

A short while later, a calm and composed male voice sounded from behind the door.

"who……?"

Kuai Hongji slowly spoke: "I am 'Dormitory Manager-14-X0230506094.' As planned, I'm here to collect Bai Fangshuo's student ID."

"Bai Fangshuo?" The voice from behind the door was clearly hesitant. "Student ID, how come it's here?"

“If you don’t know, then send someone who does,” Kuai Hongji said slowly. “A female ‘homeroom teacher’ surnamed Bai should become the art teacher on the evening of May 7th. Just call her over.”

"You... wait a minute."

The man's voice fell silent after he finished speaking.

Soon, the homeroom teacher's voice rang out from behind the door: "Is the dormitory supervisor still here? I need to verify his identity and whereabouts."

Kuai Hongji cleared his throat, and then a voice completely out of character slowly emerged from his mouth: "I am a Dragon-level investigator from the China Special Affairs Bureau, codenamed 'HX-S1-4016.' As planned, you will arrive at the Art Building carrying 'Bai Fangshuo's' student ID. Now, I need to obtain this student ID."

Upon hearing Kuai Hongji's reply, the door to the art office opened, revealing the gentle, mature face of Bai Fangshuo, the former homeroom teacher (039) and now the art teacher. In the small office behind her, besides the art teacher, Da Jinmao, there were two other art teachers.

These people looked at him with great curiosity, this so-called "Dragon-level Investigator of the China Special Affairs Bureau". Even the homeroom teacher-039 looked at him with great curiosity, and then slowly handed over the seemingly ordinary white acrylic student ID.

The student ID card showed a somber face and a row of student ID numbers—"X0230506097".

Kuai Hongji took Bai Fangshuo's student ID and put it in the pocket inside his chest. Then, he asked symbolically, "The situation is serious lately. Do you have any special needs?"

"If I really told you, would you grant our request?" one of the art teachers asked.

"No, I'm just speaking in official jargon," Kuai Hongji replied honestly but coldly.

"Then don't ask any more questions." The art teacher, Big Golden Retriever, shook his head. "The art office is almost perfectly self-sufficient according to the principal's design. As for other needs, your official capabilities are simply too limited to meet them, aren't they?"

He paused, then continued, "I have only one question: do you know what the principal is up to? I mean... something more specific."

Kuai Hongji said, "He will be back soon."

"That's good." The art teacher, Big Golden Retriever, nodded slightly.

Kuai Hongji hesitated for a moment, then said, "In the next two days, if you encounter an apostle with supernatural power that you cannot resist breaking through the security line of the Art Building, do not risk your life to resist. Just protect your own area."

The art teacher, whose voice had been calm and even, frowned and asked seriously, "Are you asking us to abandon the defenses we've been holding so firmly?!"

Kuai Hongji said, "It's not about giving up, it's about preserving our strength and avoiding unnecessary sacrifices."

"What about the students in the art building?" the art teacher, Big Golden Hair, asked sternly.

Kuai Hongji frowned; once again, he felt that communicating with people was a troublesome thing.

“I wasn’t clear enough,” he added coldly. “What I meant was, when faced with an intrusion far exceeding your capabilities, protect yourselves.”

"leftover……"

"...We will take action."

After saying that, he quickly closed the door to the art office.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Kuai Hongji silently took a few breaths.

Damn, saying so much to someone at once... it's really exhausting...

Kuai Hongji quickly turned around and silently walked out of the watchtower.

……

Inside the "Arts Office," Teacher Bai, Art Teacher Big Golden Retriever, and the remaining two art teachers stared blankly at the tightly closed door.

The art teacher, whose voice was calm and even, recovered from her daze and couldn't help but say, "Um, well, this legendary professional investigator from the China Special Affairs Bureau... seems a bit aloof..."

The fourth art teacher muttered to himself, "Although he sometimes misspoke, his concise and decisive style is fucking cool... 'Whatever, I'll take care of it!'"

In the end, he even mimicked Kuai Hongji's tone and said something witty.

Teacher Bai gently rubbed her forehead, pursed her red lips, and hesitated before saying, "But do you think it's possible that he's not aloof or decisive, but rather that the word 'socially anxious' would be more fitting?"

The four of them fell silent.

The art teacher, a blond man, coughed lightly, smoothed his silver-backed blond hair, and said, "Perhaps he's dealt with the supernatural too much and isn't used to communicating with so many... normal people right now."

"Never mind, that's not the point..." He straightened up. "You all heard what he said, right?"

"Hmm." The group nodded in agreement. One of them said, "You don't look so worried. Is there something else on your mind?"

The art teacher, Big Golden Retriever, sighed softly and continued, "I suspect this arrangement is mostly related to the principal's return, but... this isn't the first time the authorities have launched a large-scale operation. Last time, everyone except that guy named Yuan Lijian was wiped out. This time, even the principal has been dragged into it. I hope it doesn't fall apart again..."

The teachers in the art office all became serious.

"Alright, alright... You guys contact the teachers on duty in the remaining watchtowers. Fei-ge, let's go up on stage."

He said he then walked to the bookshelf on the inside of the office, changed into a raincoat, and prepared to go on stage.

The fourth art teacher quickly followed.

Teacher Bai stared blankly at the door, as if the image of Kuai Hongji still lingered before her eyes, but the image of Lin Yi appeared in her mind.

"Official professional investigators..."

"Hey……"

"I hope..."

"But no matter what, we can only rely on you..."

……

When he left the art teacher's office, it was already 0:50. Kuai Hongji returned the way he came and soon arrived back at the foot of the watchtower, where the stone bridge was right in front of him.

At midnight, a fierce wind howled through the art building, shrouding the entire black castle in mist and rain. The rain fell in waves, like a tangible curtain.

Below the observation deck, the black sea crashed with spray, and the broken droplets, mixed with the raging wind, swirled upwards like bullets striking the exterior walls of various buildings, producing an incredibly dense "rat-a-tat-tat" sound...

The old kerosene lamp cast a tiny curtain of light in the misty rain, protecting Kuai Hongji as he slowly stepped into the misty rain.

Kuai Hongji restrained his aura with utmost restraint, passed the clanging iron plates hanging in front of the stone bridge, and then stepped onto the pitted and uneven ancient stone bridge.

He walked very, very slowly, like a predatory alligator snapping turtle, moving at an almost imperceptible pace.

At first, everything was fine, but when he reached the center of the stone bridge, the mist around it changed...

From within the layers of mist, the shadows of mountains began to emerge, and long, complex chanting began to rise intermittently, as if a choir were emerging from the mist.

Kuai Hongji sighed softly, then stood still in place.

Amidst the surging mist, two mountain ranges slowly emerged like small boats approaching the sea from behind giant ships, exuding an unprecedented sense of terrifying oppression.

"I...AvgruNnen...av tKe og...mrke jaGer...forTapte Sjeler fanTome——!!"

"I——AvgruNnen av tKe og—— mrke jaGer forTapte—— Sjeler fanTome——!!"

The chanting sound appeared, like the chanting of the Western Paradise, or the eerie chanting of the many false Buddhas in the Little Thunder Temple. It lingered around the stone bridge and began to penetrate Kuai Hongji's mental barrier.

From within the thick fog, a nearly infinitely large "high-ranking alien angel," resembling a mountain range, descended. Countless pairs of bloodshot, bell-sized eyes squeezed out from the fleshy crevices of the "mountain range," rolling and turning as they looked at him.

From the gaps around his eyes, fleshy limbs wriggled and extended out, reaching towards Kuai Hongji like tentacles.

At the same time, amidst the chanting, a surround sound, a mixture of male and female voices resembling the voice of the Black Mountain Demon, suddenly rang out:

Stop hiding... Stop hiding...

Even if you try your best to restrain yourself, I can still sense your despicable, ugly, vile, disgusting... rotten smell!!!

Countless fleshy limbs pierced down, densely covering the entire stone bridge, and naturally, they indiscriminately covered Kuai Hongji's figure as well.

Kuai Hongji remained unmoved, continuing to carry the old kerosene lamp. Just as his figure was about to be pierced by the fleshy limbs, it suddenly blurred and reappeared at the gap where the fleshy limbs were pouring fire.

His figure constantly shifted between illusion and reality, displaying a movement technique even more advanced than "Asura Flash," resembling... Ghost Shadow Step.

The "High-Rank Alien Angel" was indeed just bluffing. It could vaguely sense Kuai Hongji's presence, but its deception failed to make Kuai Hongji lower his guard and reveal himself. That's why it chose to attack indiscriminately, but Kuai Hongji still managed to dodge it.

When faced with such overwhelming firepower, Lin Yi chose to be devoured until his back was covered in white bones, and then he managed to carve out a bloody path by relying on the secret pattern steel saw branded by the little girl.

Kuai Hongji chose Youlong.

I see you!

I saw you!!

The sonic boom of "High-Ranking Alien Angels" grew louder and louder, propelling the storm to swirl around the stone bridge like a meteor shower. The once dark stone bridge, barely sustained by flickering candlelight, gradually transformed into a scene resembling a time tunnel.

The entire stone bridge was twisted and contorted, like a stroke of oil paint caught up in "Starry Night," shattering the sense of space and time, leaving only emptiness, desolation, and... chaos!
The "High-Rank Alien Angel" reversed the layers and dragged Shi Qiao into "Starry Night". It wanted to force Kuai Hongji to show himself, or use Kuai Hongji's aura to... track the star coordinates that Lin Yi had found and invade the "Principal's Office".

"This guy is getting smarter and smarter..." Kuai Hongji murmured, silently placing the old kerosene lamp at his feet.

The "High-Ranking Alien Angel" chose the ultimate, overt strategy, forcing him to make a choice.

In order to break this deadlock, he had no choice but to expose his tracks and unleash his true strength.

Because the dormitory supervisor's authority alone is simply insufficient to withstand even a single encounter with the layer-level attacks of the "High-Rank Alien Angels"!

"I must say, your progress has surprised me as well."

Kuai Hongji spoke slowly, gazing up at the rolling mountains that seemed to stretch into the starry night sky. Then, he waved his arms, tracing mysterious star map marks in the night.

At this moment, Kuai Hongji is finally going to confront the "high-ranking alien angel" head-on!
(End of this chapter)