My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 81 Crazy
Turning his head, he stared at the back of the man in the flowered shirt as he left, but Gu Zhuoan didn't stop him - if it were another place, Gu Zhuoan might chase him and find out what was going on, but he didn't want to attract attention in this underground bar.

After all, those gathered here are all well-known figures in the underworld, and they are not good people.

The proprietress here was his college classmate, Chihiro Amamiya, who was a Japanese transfer student at the time.

Gu Zhuoan and Su Ying had known each other for many years, and Chihiro Amamiya had witnessed him and Su Ying fall in love and get married. Later, because of the Hongyi incident, he fell into madness and obsession, abandoning his child and embarking on the road of revenge alone. During this period, Chihiro Amamiya had also given him a lot of help.

It can be said that Chihiro Amemiya may be the last person left in the world who still understands him.

Today, Chihiro Amemiya said she wanted to see him. She originally wanted to come and see him once and then leave, but she got into this kind of trouble. Thinking of this, Gu Zhuoan frowned, lowered his eyes to look at the recorder placed on the bar by the man in flowery clothes, and after a moment he slowly picked up the recorder.

He turned the pen upside down, observing it while taking the drink handed to him by the waiter.

No matter what is in this recorder, since it appeared in this place and was pointed out to him by name, it must be something extraordinary.

He stood up from the round chair and walked towards the toilet in the bar. Seeing that there was no one around, he walked into a cubicle.

He slowly closed the door, put the toilet lid on, and sat on it.

Gu Zhuo'an's head was a little swollen. Although his superhuman physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people, he had drunk too much last night, and his vision was still a little blurry. He supported his forehead, then leaned over and carefully considered the recorder.

After turning on the power, the interface showed that there was only one audio track, so he turned the volume of the recorder to the minimum, selected the audio, and pressed the play button.

Following a "beep", a clear recording sounded in the compartment:

"Mr. Gu Qiye, you were only thirteen when the incident happened... Ever since that day, you've harbored resentment towards those 'Deviants' who abuse their power in the name of justice... You wanted to gain enough prestige within the Deviants Association, relying on your unparalleled performance to be recommended by higher-ups, enter the United Nations organization 'Rainbow Wing', and find the Deviant who crushed your mother like an ant."

"You, why do you know my identity?"

silence.

Dead silence.

Gu Zhuoan froze in place, as if struck by lightning. The arm holding the recorder was trembling slightly as if in a spasm...

Belatedly, the pupils slowly shrank to the size of malt.

"Qi...ye?"

He murmured hoarsely.

Gu Zhuo had paid attention to the hostage-taking incident involving Blue Arc and Green Wing in Lijing Square at that time, and he also knew about the mysterious figure "Black Pupa" who had only recently appeared, but he only had a general understanding of what happened instead of opening the video to watch it carefully.

So he had never heard the black pupa's voice.

But he was extremely familiar with the voice of the person who said the last sentence in the recording. It was the voice of "Blue Arc".

What shocked Gu Zhuo even more was the name at the beginning of the recording:

Gu Qiye.

That's...his son.

The recorder fell from his hand, slowly spun in the air, and finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

pat...

despair……

In the dead silence, Gu Zhuoan nodded slowly and cast his trembling gaze towards this ordinary recorder, as if he was looking at the sun that was difficult to look directly at.

"No... this is fake. Someone in the underworld knows my identity and wants to use this recording to confuse me... but who could that person be? Why does he know so much about me and the people around me? Could it be... Chihiro Amamiya betrayed me?"

Gu Zhuoan took a deep breath to calm his chaotic thoughts, lowered his head in thought, his face shrouded in a gloomy expression.

As if predicting his thoughts, a moment later, the recorder on the ground spoke again:

"By the way, Mr. Gu Zhuoan, no one betrayed you. This recording was made on the night of July 9th. I helped your good boy Gu Qiye defeat Lu Yi and rescued him. Then I met him secretly on a path near the square, and this recording was made."

"Speaking of this...you should know my identity?"

Black pupa... A strange figure suddenly flashed through Gu Zhuoan's mind.

After a while, the recorder uttered the same playful voice again:

"Yes, that's the name you have in mind, Mr. Ghost Bell... On July 15th, which is tomorrow night, I will be waiting for you on top of an abandoned building near the Rainbow Bridge in Tokyo Bay."

"I only want to meet with you alone. Otherwise, I will reveal both your and your son's identities to the public. The super criminal 'Ghost Bell' and the alien 'Blue Arc' are actually father and son. I'm sure this news will shock the world in an instant... If you don't want to see that happen, then we'll meet here."

Black pupa, black pupa, black pupa...

Gu Zhuoan stared deeply at the floor, veins bulging on his forehead.

He kept murmuring the name in his mind, recalling the end of the Green Wing incident, when Blue Arc disappeared in Lijing Square. Although Blue Arc denied it, many netizens speculated that there must have been a private meeting between Black Pupa and Blue Arc that night.

Considering the events of that time, he slowly came to a jaw-dropping conclusion in his mind: "The recording is... real."

He stood there like a statue, his eyes dull and sweat dripping from his palms and forehead.

At this moment, the thoughts in his mind rushed towards him like a tsunami, with nowhere to escape.

He gritted his teeth and scratched his head, suddenly remembering that when he first fought Blue Arc, he tore half of Blue Arc's mask.

See the blood-stained face under the mask.

At that time, Gu Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know if it was because he hadn't been home for two years that created this illusion - he actually felt that the half face stained with blood looked very similar to his child.

"No... Impossible, impossible..."

Gu Zhuoan muttered in a hoarse voice, scratching his forehead with his fingertips even harder, and the tips of his nails dug into his scalp, making it bleed.

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks, gathered at his chin, and slowly fell to the ground, leaving a small black spot on the ground.

Staring at the blood-like black spot, Gu Zhuo'an's pupils shrank, and he suddenly recalled the scenes of himself repeatedly fighting with Blue Arc, fighting like a beast, and inflicting heavy damage on him without reservation:
It seemed as if he could still hear the crisp sound of bones breaking when his fist hit Lan Hu's chest;

You can still see the beautiful line of blood drawn when the wrist blade slashed at Lan Hu's neck, and the blood fluttered in the air with the arc of electricity...

Blood……

Flying blood...

The pleasure he felt at that moment seemed to have turned into a guilt that was multiplied thousands of times;
At that moment, the blood that had splattered on the mask seemed to come back again, splashing mercilessly on his face, staining his entire vision red.

He felt as if the whole world was shrouded in blood. Blue Arc's wailing was still close to his ears, constantly and continuously echoing in his mind. The blood on the mask flowed endlessly like a river until it completely submerged him.

My son is... Blue Arc?
Gu Qiye...is Blue Arc?

How can it be?

How could this be true?
He suddenly laughed.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Gu Zhuoan's facial muscles twitched violently, and a twisted smile appeared on his face... He hadn't smiled for five whole years, and he hadn't smiled even once since his wife died.

But at this moment, he smiled.

It was as if he was laughing at himself, and also as if he was laughing at how absurd this lie was.

But at this moment, his right hand was still shaking. His body would not lie, and he knew he was afraid.

So in order to overcome this fear, he slowly reached down, picked up the recorder that had fallen to the ground, and tremblingly pressed the play button again.

He wanted to confirm whether the content in the recording was just his illusion, but before he could press the play button, his knees involuntarily fell to the ground and his head drooped.

Fear flooded his heart at this moment.

He clutched his neck with both hands, as if trying to suffocate himself, trying to make the wailing in his mind fade away, trying to make the blood covering the mask disappear - although when he scratched his face with his blue-veined fingertips, he found that he was not wearing a mask.

But the blood-stained mask could not be taken off...

His son's blood was still flowing down from above.

Gu Zhuoan's eyeballs protruded from his sockets. He tilted his head back, slowly and forcefully opened his mouth, and let out a silent, hysterical roar, so heartbreaking that it seemed as if his entire chest was about to burst.

At this moment, a low roar like that of a wild beast came from the toilet and echoed throughout the bar.

Mistaking it for someone causing trouble in the restroom, several bodyguards armed with guns rushed into the restroom and surrounded the cubicles.

Bang! Bang! Bang... A dull sound continued to be heard - as if a monster was repeatedly and self-torturingly slamming its head against the ground. The door of the compartment trembled, and the dim orange light flickered on and off.

Beads of cold sweat the size of beans fell on the bodyguards' foreheads. They had never seen such a situation before.

After a moment, Gu Zhuoan held onto the door of the compartment, slowly got up from the ground, tightly grasped the recorder, pushed open the door and walked out.

There was blood on his head and his eyes were empty, but his expression was like that of a mad bull, and he seemed to be able to spit out hot steam when he breathed.

The bodyguards pointed their guns at the man's head, but the next moment they froze in their tracks. The man raised his head, his crimson eyes brimming with fire. A terrifying pressure washed over them, making them think their guns were pointed at something inhuman, not a human.

Gu Zhuoan lowered his head and staggered past them like a dying trapped beast.

They didn't know if it was an illusion, but they heard the sound of bells.

It's like a death knell is ringing.

(End of this chapter)