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Chapter 392 Public Execution, On-the-Spot Social Death

"Should we have Wang Shou handle this?"

Chen Mo lost control of his expression; the muscles on his usually composed face were out of place.

"Wishful thinking! Do you think you can just show up whenever you want, Wang Shou?"

This request was completely beyond his authority. Not to mention that he was the head of a special task force, even their bureau chief was not qualified to make a request to Wang Shou directly.

The Joker is trying to replicate the livestream drama that Goddess did back then, but what gives him the right?
Just based on one epic card?

The other members of the secret service twitched at the corners of their mouths, their eyes filled with disdain and absurdity.

What does this guy think Wang Shou is? Someone he can just tag in any group?

The clown had anticipated their reaction. Using Lin Chen's body and tone, he leaned back lazily, put his hands behind his head, and said in a condescending tone, "It's normal that you can't decide."

(Lin Chen: Hey, hey, hey, you can even possess someone? You're putting on quite a good act.)
"Just pass the message up."

"You won't understand."

“Wang Shou can understand, so let her make the decision.”

One of the secret agents finally couldn't hold back any longer, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he was about to rush forward.

Chen Mo raised his hand to stop him, took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and nodded to the communications officer.

"...Upload".

He spoke this word with immense difficulty.

The absurd demand, like an invisible radio wave, quickly penetrated through layers of barriers and reached the power center of the Bureau of Spirit Control.

……

"drop."

A soft sound came from the supercomputer on Qi Mengsi's wrist. She raised her hand to look at it and frowned.

She took out a piece of chewing gum, tore off the wrapper, and skillfully popped it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing slightly.

"Instructor, do you also like Firefly (a brand of chewing gum)?" Tang Xin, standing next to her, craned her neck, her bright eyes filled with longing, "Give me one too."

Qi Mengsi chewed her gum and mumbled an "uh" as an answer, but didn't give Tang Xin a piece, refusing to add her to the group chat.

The next second, her consciousness sank into a void network constructed from countless spiritual threads.

The Purger 9 group.

There were already several messages inside before she entered.

Mahjong: "@Yijianmei, you've been following the Clown all along, what's his plan?"

The swordsman who was called out remained silent for a moment.

His thoughts drifted back to the afternoon when the Sumeru Garden was cleared out: the collapsed buildings, the boy huddled in a corner protecting his little sister like a little animal, and his little sister calling out "Great Hero" in a tearful voice.

At that moment, he was soft-hearted and chose to let them go, casually making up a sword slave seal for Lin Chen and giving him the identity of an informant.

I thought it was just a casual move.

Who could have imagined that this pebble, which he casually tossed back into the mud, would now become the center of a storm?

An indescribable feeling spread through my heart.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, his consciousness coalescing into words within the group chat.

Swordsman: "From what I understand..."

"The Joker's ultimate goal is to survive to the end, and his biggest obstacle is the King's Hand."

The group chat fell silent; everyone knew that what the swordsman was about to say was the key.

"More accurately, it is the eyes of the king's hand."

He paused for a moment, organizing his thoughts, and typed out his conclusion word by word.

"He's going to wager an epic card to open the eyes of the King of Deception once."

The mermaid's tone was serious; though it was meant to be caring, it sounded like an order: "You can't open your eyes anymore."

Rabbit: "This epic [Mental Collapse] is very useful; it can be used to analyze neural network structures."

"The doctor will also be paying attention to this matter. He's working on the Black Blood Project and will need to use this function."

"We need to get this card."

Qi Mengsi gently chewed her gum while instructing Tang Xin, but her mind was sending out a message in the group chat.

Rose: "@Blank, what's your decision?"

Instead of engaging in the debate, she directly addressed the core issue of the matter.

one second.

two seconds.

The account that rarely posts and even has a blank profile picture has finally started to make a move.

Blank: "Agree to the bet."

"I won't open my eyes."

"Connect the communication; I want to speak to him directly."

Three brief messages, with no further explanation.

Swordsman: "The clown is very good at pretending; don't trust him too easily."

Mermaid: "Don't you need to sleep?"

Rabbit: "I'll be careful; I promise I won't get hacked by the Doctor this time."

Mahjong: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

The order, traveling through an invisible network, was transmitted back to the interrogation room at a faster speed than when it was issued.

The terminal in Chen Mo's hand vibrated.

He looked down and was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His pupils reflected the short yet weighty command, and he frowned, thinking he was seeing things.

The surrounding members of the secret service were stunned when they saw the order.

Outside the crowd, Luli anxiously tiptoed and looked up, but still couldn't see what was happening inside.

Chen Mo swallowed hard, then raised his head and stared intently at Lin Chen, who was lazily leaning back in his chair, with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

"Bring...bring over the Class A encrypted communicator." He said in a deep voice, "Wang Shou...needs to speak directly with him."

The few members of the Dark Guard who had been looking down on each other just moments before now looked as if they had swallowed a whole lemon, their features almost squished together.

That was the same order they received.

A member stiffly took an old-fashioned black communicator from a metal box and placed it on the table in front of Lin Chen, his movements extremely careful, as if it were not a communicator but a time bomb.

(Lin Chen: King Shou? Should we talk to him directly?)
Just as Lin Chen's consciousness was frantically refreshing the screen, the communicator emitted a slight static sound, followed by a cold, indifferent female voice that revealed no emotion.

"Hello, I am the King of the Spirit-Binding Division."

With just one sentence, Lin Chen's spine tensed instantly, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

This is a fear of power etched into my flesh for over twenty years.

Not long ago, he was a pathetic guy who holed up in an underground server room, fighting for sixteen hours a day just to survive, all for the sake of food, lodging, and inhibitors.

And now, he is conversing with the pinnacle of power in this world.

This immense sense of loss left his mind blank, and he even forgot to breathe.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

A soft laugh echoed in Lin Chen's mind as the clown took control of his body.

He slowly sat up straight, even adjusting his non-existent collar, then extended his right hand, elegantly placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly towards the small black communicator.

A playful smile played on his lips: "It is an honor to speak with you."

Wang Shou agreed to the proposal, saying she would come forward, announce the duel to the public, and invite onlookers.

“It’s a pleasure to talk to intelligent people,” the clown said.

"I need to verify the card first," Wang Shou said.

"Reasonable."

The clown slowly snapped his fingers.

"However, I need five minutes to prepare. Backstage work is essential to present you with a perfect performance."

His tone of voice was melodious and varied, as if he were reciting a monologue on a theatrical stage, rather than in a heavily guarded interrogation room.

Wang Shou remained silent, which could be considered tacit approval.

Time ticked by, and Chen Mo and the other members of the Dark Guard around him kept their eyes fixed on Lin Chen... or rather, on the clown, and subconsciously held their breath.

Nobody knows what tricks he's up to.

The clown, however, remained calm and composed, even closing his eyes and tapping his fingers lightly on the table as if appreciating a silent melody.

Five minutes are up.

hum-

buzz-

In the interrogation room, the supercomputing rings of several people vibrated at the same time.

It's not a command sent to a specific person, but a push notification to all channels, a forced pop-up.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked down.

The screen lit up with the image of a live stream.

"This is...?!" a member of the secret service exclaimed in a low voice.

In the scene, a clown-faced man is lazily sitting on the back of a Soul Reaper agent, using the man as a cushion. The agent is lying motionless on the ground, as if he has lost consciousness.

The clown face rested its chin on one hand, while on the wrist of its other hand, the card images projected by the summoning machine were crystal clear.

It was a card surrounded by a golden halo - [Mental Collapse].

The live stream camera shook slightly, deliberately scanning the surrounding environment.

The people from Shenwu recognized the place—Bianyuelong Fortress, 14th Street in the West District, the long-abandoned Renxin Hospital.

What enraged them even more was that several onlookers in the distance were taking pictures and discussing this shameful scene with their devices.

"asshole!"

One of the undercover agents gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

Who would have thought the clown would verify the card in this way! This isn't just verification; it's humiliating the entire Soul Reaper's Department!

But amidst their anger, a sense of doubt also arose in everyone's hearts.

The live stream so far has only proven that the Joker does indeed possess this epic card, but what they care about more... is the card's function.

Wang Shou's cold voice rang out again through the communicator, this time with a distinct chill.

"Turn off the live stream."

"Oh dear, that won't do." The clown spread his hands exaggeratedly, looking troubled. "Madam, the climax has only just begun. The most crucial memory amplification function hasn't even been shown to you yet."

"I told you to turn off the live stream!" Wang Shou's voice was filled with undisguised anger.

"Ah—" the clown drawled, his face displaying an undisguised, gloating "sorrow."

"I'm afraid it's too late."

The hearts of everyone in the interrogation room sank, and they quickly looked at the terminal screen again.

In the live stream, the card "Mental Collapse" shone brightly, and a huge light screen unfolded on the open ground of the abandoned hospital.

Immediately afterwards, on the screen, the memories of the agent who was used as a human cushion began to be shown publicly like a movie.

The first memory is of an agent receiving a heavy box from a sycophantic black cab gang member in a dimly lit wasteland. Through the crack in the box, several green fluorescent gemstones are visible.

"Brother, I'm counting on you for the road." The black car gang member humbly bowed.

"A bunch of trash." The agent sneered after checking the contents of the box.

"Get out of here, or you'll be discovered."

"Also, from now on, call me 'commander,' not 'brother.' Who's your brother?"

The agent straightened his clothes, a gesture that seemed to be showing off the badge on them.

The unlicensed taxi driver quickly left with a fawning smile, saying, "Yes, yes, sir."

The second memory is of him in a ward of this abandoned hospital, entangled with two unfamiliar women, their clothes disheveled, with his Ling Si uniform still visible in the background.

One man and two women, high-definition and uncensored, having a great time.

The third memory is of him and a few others bragging at a dinner table, drunkenly complaining about the heavy workload, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Scene after scene, segment after segment, were all sordid things that couldn't be brought to the table.

The live stream chat and comment section exploded, but it was later banned for pornography, and more and more passersby gathered outside the hospital.

At this moment, the entire Bureau of Spirit Control became a colossal joke.

The interrogation room was deathly silent.

Everyone's face turned a deep shade of liver, a mixture of shame, humiliation, and anger.

Sanity rate -1%
Sanity rate -1%
"Oh dear, sorry." The clown admired everyone's expressions and chuckled softly in an elegiac tone, "I didn't expect it to be this kind of memory." "Ah—filth." He adopted a girlish posture while using Lin Chen's rough, masculine body as a prop.

"Excuse me, ladies."

"sorry."

The clown struck the same pose as the clown-faced man in the live stream, tucking one leg in and placing it across the chair, resting one hand on his knee to support his face, and leisurely staring at the communicator.

"Your Highness the King's Hand."

"Are you satisfied with the card verification?"

"Tsk, that's quite a fancy move."

Li Guanqi watched the entire live broadcast, his fingertips lightly tapping on the steering wheel.

The detective had no memory of treason or defection, nor of serious crimes such as murder or arson.

He is diligent and conscientious during work hours, and can even be considered a good worker.

But once he took off his uniform, he abused his power to accept bribes, and his private life was a complete mess.

When a typical person from the lower class suddenly gains power, their suppressed desires begin to erupt explosively.

Just then, a scarlet notification popped up in the center of the car's screen.

[Urgent Task: Resolving a Public Dispute]

Location: 14th Street, West District, Renxin Abandoned Hospital

[Content: Evacuate the crowd, control the situation, and recover the involved detective, Law Tin-yuen]

[Reward: 5 points]

Li Guanqi glanced at the 5 points and twitched his lips.

"Time to clean up the mess."

He muttered something under his breath, then suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car spun around with a screeching sound.

At the same time, he issued instructions to his "pieces" through an internal channel.

"Two Horses, block the road and mark all possible traces left by the Joker."

"The Four Symbols and the Great Chariot will work together to establish a blockade and disperse the crowd. It doesn't matter if we use force."

"Sanpao, go to the high ground. I don't want any 'reporters' to capture images that shouldn't be captured."

"Five warriors, prepare for the retrieval of personnel."

At the same time, a cold, mechanical voice came through the headphones.

[Received by Er Ma]

[The Four Symbols have been received]

[Large truck received]

[Three shots received]

[The five scholars received the document]

Ten minutes later, when Li Guanqi's car arrived at the scene, a physical cordon set up by large trucks had completely isolated the abandoned hospital.

The crowd, eager for a good show, was kept outside, but refused to leave, instead taking even more photos with their devices.

In the corridor on the third floor of the hospital, a busybody actually found something and was excitedly showing off a pink lace bra to the people below.

Hey! Look downstairs! I told you, there really is something here! And it's even a erotic version!

The crowd downstairs erupted in an even louder burst of laughter.

"Haha, one against two? You're living the life of a Spirit Control Division so comfortably?"

"It's more than just being comfortable, my buddy really knows how to enjoy himself."

"That domain card can really amplify memories? Holy crap, I have a bold idea!"

Even more shockingly, facial recognition technology has been used to thoroughly expose the agent's background.

"Found him! His name is Luo Tianyuan, from the second group of the Spirit Capture Division! Holy crap, his wife's social media account has also been found. She just posted an update half an hour ago saying she's waiting for her husband to wake up and have dinner!"

"How disgusting, how can someone like this get into the Soul Control Bureau?"

Malicious speculation and filthy jokes, like viscous sewage, were splashed onto the unconscious man.

Li Guanqi walked expressionlessly through the noise to Luo Baixiang, who was lying on the ground.

The five men were squatting down, undergoing testing; their metal bodies gleamed coldly under the surrounding lights.

"How is he?" Li Guanqi asked.

The five warriors' electronic eyes flashed once, emitting a emotionless, mechanical voice: [Vital signs stable, no fatal injuries, cerebral cortex subjected to intense mental shock, resulting in temporary unconsciousness.]

[Expected to wake up in three hours]

Listening to the incessant laughter and chatter around him, and glancing at the unconscious "male protagonist" on the ground, Li Guanqi sighed softly.

"Dude, you'd better not wake up."

If you're going to say he deserved it, then he certainly did. It just goes to show that the recruitment assessment at the Spirit Control Bureau only tested ability, not character.

It was truly tragic.

The body may not be dead, but the personality has already died in society. If it is discovered by internal regulations, it's fine; at most, they will be sent back for re-education.

This was broadcast to the public, and he probably can no longer wear the uniform that brought him power.

Li Guanqi turned around and added a sentence without looking back.

"take away."

Amidst the noise, two figures broke through the blockade and walked straight over.

The woman in the lead had a capable demeanor and was Qi Mengsi from the next district, while Tang Xin behind her seemed rather fiery.

"How is the person?" Qi Mengsi asked directly, her gaze falling on the stretcher.

Li Guanqi shrugged and pointed to his head: "I'm not dead, but it would have been better if I were."

Tang Xin's gaze swept over the man on the third floor who was still waving his pink lace lingerie to attract attention, and then fell back on Luo Tianyuan, who was lying unconscious on the stretcher. Her brows furrowed.

"That's disgusting."

She despised people who betrayed their families and abused their power to pave the way for unlicensed taxi drivers.

Not to mention, she is a staunch advocate of one-on-one pure love and hates scoundrels who can't control their lower bodies.

"Where's the clown face?" Qi Mengsi was more concerned with the important matter at hand.

Li Guanqi didn't answer, but called out to someone not far away, "Er Ma, come and report the situation."

As soon as the words were spoken, Qi Mengsi and Tang Xin's lips twitched simultaneously, and their eyes narrowed slightly.

They exchanged a glance and both understood the same meaning from each other's eyes.

This code name is incredibly corny.

The exploration robot, codenamed Er Ma, strode in with heavy steps, its metal feet making a clanging sound as they stepped on the concrete.

Its electronic eye flashed red, and it began to report in a monotone, mechanical voice.

[Report: Psionic residue detection, thermal imaging tracking, and spatial fluctuation screening have been conducted in all areas within a one-kilometer radius.]

No targets matching the characteristics of the 'Joker' were found.

The target's psionic energy fluctuations completely dissipated three minutes and eleven seconds ago, leaving no traceable biological evidence or energy path at the scene.

Er Ma's mechanical hand suddenly opened, holding an evidence bag in its palm.

This was the only item found at the scene.

Inside the bag was a Joker playing card.

A naked provocation.

“He wants to make a big fuss.” Qi Mengsi stared at the Joker card, her eyes serious. “This is a slap in the face to the entire Spirit Control Division.”

The laughter and foul language from the crowd continued, buzzing like flies.

Li Guanqi took the evidence bag, gently stroking the Joker card with his fingertips, his face revealing no emotion.

He suddenly looked up and glanced at the "enthusiastic citizen" on the third floor who was still putting on a great show.

"Sanpao," he said softly into the communicator.

[Three shots received]

"Use the lowest possible dose of anesthetic to put him to sleep and prevent any marks from being left."

【……yes】

From a distant vantage point, after a soft thud, the man on the third floor went limp and collapsed silently, the "evidence" in his hand falling to the ground.

The surrounding crowd paused for a moment, then their steps faltered, and they dispersed.

Li Guanqi withdrew his gaze, held the Joker card, and smiled faintly.

"There are two Jokers, that's common knowledge."

Tang Xin didn't quite understand, and looked around before asking, "Brother Ba, are you all alone? Shouldn't the older folks be helping you get familiar with the work process on the first day?"

“Chu Chan has other tasks,” Li Guanqi explained truthfully, his lips twitching. “Qiqi… uh, is sleeping in the car.”

"I have no idea what to do next."

The mission system on the vehicle doesn't have specific operating procedures; it's all about letting the agents work around the rules.

But he was a newcomer and didn't know about many of the procedures.

"How about we wake up Qiqi?" Tang Xin was about to suggest.

"No," Qi Mengsi interrupted immediately, "I'll take you."

"In this situation, just expand the search area and stay on standby."

"Wait for instructions from above."

"Okay." Li Guanqi gave an OK sign and said to Er Ma and San Pao, "Expand the search area."

[Received by Er Ma]

[Three shots received]

After explaining, he exclaimed, "As expected of the Epic Realm, it really can broadcast memories publicly."

"Do you know?" He looked at Qi Mengsi and the other girl, "There's a novel online that mentions an epic realm called [Mental Collapse], and its function is to publicly release memories. It's quite a coincidence. I think we should look up the author."

Tang Xin's face flushed red instantly: "Brother Ba Ba, have you read that book too?"

"What, you've seen it too?"

“She’s more than just seen it,” Qi Mengsi said slowly, preparing to speak, “She is…”

"Ah—!" Tang Xin suddenly interrupted loudly, "I wonder who Lord Wang Shou will arrange to fight?"

Wang Shou agreed to the proposal to determine the ownership of the person and the card through a duel. The card had already been verified to be real and functional.

Next comes the time to schedule the duel.

"Heroes from all over the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river," Li Guanqi said, leaning against the car. "Who cares who she chooses?"

Interrogation room of Group Twelve, Department Five.

"Card confirmed, no errors." Wang Shou's emotionless voice rang out.

“I have one more request,” the clown said.

Chen Mo couldn't help but roar, "Don't go too far!"

The clown wasn't angry; instead, he feigned surprise with a smile: "Oh dear, I'm talking to your King, and other people can interrupt me?"

He clicked his tongue twice, as if he had discovered some novel toy.

"Your Highness, you don't usually have much prestige."

Chen Mo abruptly fell silent, his lips pressed tightly together.
That's overstepping my bounds.

Although Wang Shou was not physically present, his voice was still heard, so no one else could interrupt.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

a long time.

"What are your requirements?" Wang Shou asked coldly.

"I don't have many strengths, but I love fairness." The Joker spoke slowly and deliberately, enjoying the thrill of controlling the atmosphere. "There are so many of you against just two or three of us, it's obviously not fair, is it?"

"and then."

“Then, I asked—” The Joker paused deliberately.

"The duel card pool will uniformly use the Shenwu card pool."

Several detectives' expressions changed drastically; this meant that the Soul Control Bureau was going to make public the [Gray Flow] and [Proliferating G] cards.

"Moreover."

"Your personnel will be selected by me, and our personnel will be selected by you."

"how?"

(End of this chapter)