Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 721 Writer's Hideout (4K)

Now, he has received the information he wanted from York, and there is no point in staying here any longer. However, Xia Shou didn't know why he didn't leave immediately. It was obvious that the person in front of him was just an illusion created by the other party.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" York said with his back to Xia Shou.

Xia Shou didn't say anything, but looked at York with a look that said "You know what I want to ask."

York chuckled, put down his coffee cup, and shook his head: "Your eyes remind me of my wife. She always looked at me like this before, even though I'm a good person."

York sighed: "Don't worry, I used to be a member of the Control Bureau. Even after leaving the Control Bureau, I still do the same thing. If I have a choice, I will always be a good person, but my wife will always come first.

I never wanted to do this favor, and you told me not to care about the "balance" that the writer hasn't paid yet. If I hadn't promised that deal under the waning moon, I would even turn around and help you get rid of the writer.

But I'm sorry, now the most I can do is just give up aiding and abetting the evil, and do some half-hearted work, but I can't turn from darkness to light. However, it will be much easier for you to do things without me making trouble from now on.

Besides, the witch seems to have found the key, and now she can find it."

"Thanks!"

After hearing these words, Xia Shou finally felt relieved.

Although Xia Shou knew very well that the person standing there was not the real York Evans, he had always wanted to give it a try, even if it was just to verify his hypothesis.

But since the other party has said that, there is no need to fight. He would be crazy to create such a powerful enemy just for an answer.

Xia Shou walked quickly downstairs while listening to the battle report coming from one of the more than ten public channels.

"With Jinhong Golf Course in the north of the city as the center, everyone within a 2,000-meter radius has disappeared. I believe it is the influence of divine law! Nearby teams are ready to provide support at any time."

"At the intersection of Linyin Road and Shangqing Road, the surviving members of Shang Liang's team were attacked by a Level 4 Deformer. Is there anyone nearby who can provide support?"

Xia Shou listened for a while, adjusted the channel to their team channel, tried to contact Mo Ying, and was quickly connected.

"Is it Xiao Gao or Xiao Xia?" Mo Ying's voice came from the intercom.

"I'm Xia Shou. How are things over there, Sister Ying?"

"We have returned to the headquarters. Our mopping-up progress has been completed. Thanks to the scar you gave me, everyone survived, but everyone's magic power has been exhausted. I guess we can't help you in any way. Are you okay over there now?"

"I'm okay."

"Have you found Xiao Gao?"

"We met and separated, and he's in pretty good shape."

"That's good... By the way, you will probably be held accountable for Ke Hen's matter. Be prepared. Several ministers are cursing at you now. I think you are really brave to transfer people so casually. Xiao Ke really dares to listen to you."

"Let's hold him accountable. Is Ke Hen back?"

"Not yet. We can't get in touch with him. Anyway, I'll scold you later. Just keep pushing forward our previous line. Once we've cleared everything, we'll definitely find the writer soon."

"How's the situation with Xiaoyue?" Xia Shou asked.

"She and Baihe have been restrained, but their lives should not be in danger. Just take care of your own business. No one can help Xiaoyue because of the divine law." Mo Ying said.

"Where is the minister?" Xia Shou asked uneasily.

"As for the minister... I heard that she went to the city library before, and then I contacted her just now, and she said she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap." Mo Ying said.

"What?"

Xia Shou on the other side of the intercom frowned and ended the conversation in silence.

……

……

Root Sea, six thousand meters.

Writer's Book House.

When the door of the study opened, the old man sitting at the end of the study slowly raised his head and looked at the door through the deep sea.

The person who came had her hands in her pockets, a mysterious and elegant smile on her lips, her red hair floating like silk in the sea water. She walked into the study in the sea, and as if she was not affected by the resistance and buoyancy of the sea water, she approached the desk step by step.

Finally, Shangguan Yan walked to the desk and stopped.

She raised her hand, and the sea water in the room turned into torrents, rushing out rapidly from the cracks in the door, windows, and any holes that could lead out of the room.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a little sea water left in the study. If not for the dark deep sea outside the open door, it would be almost impossible to tell that they were in the sea.

Anonymous opened his eyes wide, staring at Shangguan Yan in front of him, opened his mouth wide, and could hardly speak.

"Six thousand meters? This is not the depth you can reach." Shangguan Yan said with a smile.

As the silence was broken, Anonymous closed his wide-open mouth and his shocked expression returned to calm.

He quickly accepted this incredible reality and a calm expression appeared on his face.

He asked himself if this move was perfect, and he never thought that someone could dive into the six thousand meter deep sea to find him.

But how did the witch find him? Was he the one favored by the Dream Picker Bird?

In his long life, he had never come into contact with the patron of the Dream Picker.

Among all the gods, the Dream Picker is also the most difficult to understand. His image and authority may be clearer than those of the Thirst Fang, but the nature of desire is more vague than that of the Thirst Fang.

Even among the followers of the Dream Picker Bird, there are many divided doctrines. Everyone acknowledges that the Dream Picker Bird is the god in charge of dreams, but there are different opinions on its more specific authority.

Some people say that it controls the boundary between dreams and reality.

Some people also say that the dream is synonymous with the Root Sea, and therefore it controls the boundary between the Root Sea and reality.

Others say that the dream-picking bird is not just a dream, it also distinguishes between reality and falsehood.

But being able to walk in such a deep Root Sea, the writer can only think of the rumor - the Dream Picker Bird has no kingdom of God, or in other words, the territory in the Root Sea outside of other gods is his kingdom of God.

The Root Sea is the most mysterious, dangerous, and least understood forbidden place by humans, so he chose to hide here.

The six thousand meters of the root sea where he is located is a description in a book, and Hamlet's writing style allows reality and fictional narrative to be swapped.

Under the guidance of the book-eater, he ate a part of the original book, which was the part he could consume.

In this way, he was able to gain a certain power, which was the guarantee of ability that he promised to his followers, and one of the reasons why so many people were willing to follow him.

Although many of them were influenced by the Divine Law of Eating Books, the reason why the Divine Law of Eating Books had such an impact was because he did have the ability and confidence to make such a promise, so those people could understand his intentions and sincerity very clearly through eating books.

He promised everyone that after being promoted to the official position, he would write the most perfect and desired life for each follower. "This is certainly not something I can achieve, so what about you? Did you find the submarine-style room?" Anonymous asked.

Shangguan Yan did not answer but ignored the other party's question.

Although the writer's guess was correct.

If she hadn't found that room, even she would not have been able to find the writer's hiding place in the vast sea of ​​roots. However, in the middle of the raid, the subsequent precise search by the Control Bureau made her notice the strange room.

Although the room was located in a multi-themed hotel, its realistic submarine style still caught Shangguan Yan's attention.

She asked Ke Hen to use [Spectator] to call it, but the playback of the scene failed, and the real scene did not pass.

But in the end, she found it.

In that room, the anomaly [Edson] appeared under the bed and told her a place in Jiangbo City Library, on the third floor of the youth reading area, on the third bookshelf of the world classics classification, in the third row, the sixteenth book from left to right.

She went to the library that had been destroyed and almost in ruins. With the help of the goddess of fate, she found the book on a half-destroyed bookshelf, but she had no clue after reading it.

But just now, a few minutes ago, the book "The Prince" in her hand suddenly turned into "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", as if some illusion was suddenly lifted.

This allowed her to come to this place and meet the real writer.

In fact, it is not uncommon for entities to enter the Root Sea. Even many objects in reality can be brought into the Root Sea by falling asleep.

However, putting oneself and the entire library into the Sea of ​​Origin is not something that ordinary people can do.

Unless you are proficient in the power of the Dream Picker Bird... more proficient than her.

The writer took a different approach, which made Shangguan Yan very curious.

"How did you do it?" Shangguan Yan asked.

"Why not just kill me?" the writer said, "If you could kill me, you wouldn't say a word.

I know your personality better than you do, and I wrote a character based on part of you.

Your eyes tell me...you are now half asleep and half awake.

What's keeping you from sleeping peacefully?"

Shangguan Yan still had that smile on his face.

She was indeed not sleeping, because she needed to be wary of those three people. The people who betrayed Xia Shou had also come to this city, and she must not let any of them contact Xia Shou.

Regardless of whether they were traitors or not, she couldn't let them contact Xia Shou, because she was not sure whether Xia Shou would know about her past through them.

She couldn't allow this to happen before she made a new pact with the Thirsty Goat, so even when she was looking for the writer in her dreams, she still didn't fall into a completely deep sleep.

Now, she’s calculating.

She fell into a deep sleep much faster than an ordinary person, but the cursed energy in this city was so chaotic that for someone like her, there was no place where she could sleep so deeply and peacefully.

But even then, it only takes seven minutes.

"You have a chance to speak before you become a corpse."

The writer grinned, revealing his empty gums: "For an old man like me, half of my body is already buried in the ground, with only my head exposed. Even if no one comes to touch me, I can only hold my breath for this long.

Besides, Ms. Shangguan, I know you very well, at least I know part of you very well. From the beginning, you turned a blind eye to what I did, and even pretended not to care, but do you really not care?"

While speaking, the writer kept holding the pen in his hand and writing on the already wet paper.

His slender fingers moved swiftly, and his palms and wrists, with almost no muscles visible, were more agile when he was writing than those of professional e-sports masters at their peak.

"Just come over and hold my wrist. With a squeeze, my loose bones will crack like biscuits. Why don't you try it?" said the anonymous person.

Shangguan Yan's smile remained calm: "Because even such a struggle is meaningless. You also said that you only understand part of me."

"Really? Then I will try my best. I am much older than Sima Yi, but my ambition is comparable." said the writer.

After saying this, the scene suddenly became silent.

The faint smile on Shangguan Yan's lips slowly rose. Her smile was no longer mysterious, and her elegance gradually faded away. Her eyes, which were as cold and calm as ice water, also began to ripple.

"Good, really good! It seems that you really know me very well. Is it because of that strange headgear?" Shangguan Yan was still smiling, but at this moment, his smile was filled with arrogance, contempt, domineering, and a hint of madness.

She stared at the writer who was writing very quickly, raised her finger and pointed at the woman in the crystal coffin next to her who looked extremely similar to her.

"Is this your trump card? Then go all out! You don't have much time left, and if you can really play this card, then catch up... Someone has been much closer to being named than you!
Besides... you don’t have time.”

The writer also stopped writing: "...I can also tell you that a true writer does not need more than a few lines to create a character."

……

……

In this world, Xia Shou continues to move forward along the route.

He found it a little strange. Everyone had clearly advanced 70% of the area, and the advancement route was not like a spider weaving a web. There was no reason why the writer had such good luck and randomly chose a hiding spot, only to be found at the last moment.

He always felt something was wrong.

Even if it is an alien space, it should not be hidden from the control bureau's subsequent detailed search.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore. Just continue the sweep. When there’s a result from Ke Hen, I’ll deal with the other matter.

You know, there are gods who think that guy's potential for ascension is comparable to that of a writer.

At least there are so many people who hold writers back, but only Naganuma Jusaburo, a dead man, cares about him.

Buzz buzz——!!

Xia Shou stopped and bent down as if he had suddenly carried an invisible heavy object. A severe tinnitus appeared in his ears, almost drowning out all other sounds from the outside world.

"What is this?" Xia Shou started to speak, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

He didn't know whether the buzzing in his ears was an hallucination or some abnormal noise in reality.

This strong sense of oppression!
Even worse than the first time Xia Shou saw the Blood Demon!
When it seemed that only this kind of noise remained between heaven and earth, he saw that in the far distance, the tall office buildings were turning into ashes. As the distance got closer, those tall buildings and structures became thin layers like slices.

The buildings were like zebras that were cut along their body stripes, turning into countless overlapping pancakes.

Then, in an instant, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and Xia Shou's vision began to fall towards the ground.

(End of this chapter)