After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 47: Conflict with Confucians
Bloody Doll's footsteps landed almost silently. She looked around blankly, like a child who had just woken up, not knowing where she was.

She looked around the room: the white bed, the wooden table and chairs, the folded gray towels, and the small lamp.

She carefully scanned each item. Finally, she walked to the foot of the bed, raised her hand and touched the sheet. The rough fabric made her frown slightly, as if she didn't like it very much, but she didn't say anything.

The woman with the paper umbrella on the other side stood still, but An Jing could tell that her attention was not on the people in the room.

Those eyes were fixed on the small wooden table in the corner of the room, where a pot of unfinished tea and two porcelain cups sat. The teapot was a spare from the base, with a celadon glaze and a few plum blossom patterns engraved on it, its color warm and elegant.

The woman with the paper umbrella seemed to be drawn to the teapot.

She looked down for a moment, then suddenly strode gracefully over, her movements so light that even the umbrella made no sound.

"Do you want a drink?" An Jing asked tentatively.

The woman with the paper umbrella didn't turn around, she just nodded, as lightly as the wind blowing through the eaves.

An Jing was somewhat surprised.

She was actually quite wary of these cards.
After all, they were originally mysterious, polluted, dangerous, and uncontrollable. Moreover, the system also said that they would be released when the pollution level was full.

But at this moment, the two people in front of me seem... no different from ordinary people, and even more agile.

Like a living thing.

They have their own ideas and even hobbies.

The woman with the paper umbrella was elegant and beautiful, with a slender figure. As she gently sipped her tea, An Jing could sense her happy mood.

At that moment, the system realized something was wrong.

The pollution level of the "Paper Umbrella Girl" card has dropped to 20.

[Card "Blood Rumor Doll" Contamination Value: 30.]

[Card "Soul Controller" Contamination Value: ... 0.]

The system went silent.

He checked the data three times and there were no errors.

This is unreasonable! In fact, it's very wrong.

It checked the execution records and found that after the cardholder drew the card, she never drew a Holy Water card or a purification item. The Paper Umbrella Girl had used it so many times, how could her contamination level only be 20?

The Blood Rumor Doll was torn apart and recycled, so theoretically the pollution level should be very high.

As for the "Soul Controller"...

It has a grudge against An Jing! It was seized by An Jing and sealed inside a card, so it should be extremely resentful.

However, the system dared not tell An Jing rashly.

So weird.

Worse still, it doesn't even know why the pollution level has faded.

An Jing will definitely ask it, and if it says it doesn't know, An Jing will scold it to death.

Figure it out before you talk to her.

At that moment, An Jing was standing by the window, looking thoughtfully at the two mysterious figures.

The woman with the paper umbrella had already sat down, holding her teacup with a proper posture. Her movements, though not as natural and fluid as a human's, were extremely patient. She lowered her head, inhaled the aroma of the tea, her expression blank, and after a moment, took a small sip. She genuinely enjoyed it.

Bloody Doll squatted in the corner, holding its doll and gently "feeding" it water.

She poured the water into a plastic cup, scooping it out little by little, carefully and meticulously.

The air was extremely quiet, with only the faint shouts of the lamplighter coming from outside the window, wave after wave.

"System," An Jing said in a low voice, "Are they... still mysterious after all?"

The system did not respond.

It was reading deep parameters, thinking that it would slowly tell An Jing that the pollution level was dropping when An Jing was in a good mood.

If I say it now, I probably won't be so likely to criticize it, right?
However, the situation was not so calm at the base's conference level.

Special Service Division 404, Central Conference Room.

"It's a consensus that she possesses a Primal Anomaly," a thin, gray-haired researcher said coldly. "The Primal has never existed naturally and stably within a human body; she is the only exception. There are only two reasons: either she has been completely corrupted into a special and mysterious form, or she herself is an individual created by the Primal."

Someone chimed in, "Her current abilities almost defy conventional logic, completely different from ordinary survivors. She definitely needs to be closely monitored and protected. Who knows what the mysteries within her might do?"

“My suggestion is to set up a permanent quarantine zone, so as not to harm her for the time being, but also not to allow her to move freely. For her, this is to protect her; for us, it is to protect everyone.”

"I object," He Lin's voice suddenly rang out.

She stood up, her eyes sharp, her speech slow but her enunciation heavy.

“Although An Jing has the Primordial Source within her, she is still a human being. Her mental state is stable, and she has not been affected by the Mysterious Force. Therefore, she is a normal person with her own rights, and your forced detention is illegal.”

She looked around and said, "She saved 003 and the others. Now you're discussing whether or not a child who saved your teammates should be locked up?"

"This is scientific analysis, not emotional judgment." The gray-haired researcher frowned. "You can't deny the existence of the Origin. The fact that she is still alive is itself an anomaly."

"Then go and try surviving in the magnetic field!" He Lin's eyes turned cold. "All the lamplighters present died. How do you think she survived? Did she actively attract the Primordial Source? Do you have even a shred of common sense and respect? She was protected by 001 and the others with their lives."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Some people coughed softly, some looked down at the noteboard, and some quietly exchanged glances.

“I do not agree to permanent detention,” He Lin said firmly. “You can investigate, but you cannot treat her like an experimental subject.”

"If you really want to understand how the origin entered her body, you should observe, touch, and trust her, instead of separating her with glass and 'studying' her like a monster."

“She is a human being. She has not broken the law or violated any rules. She has even performed meritorious service.”

The inspector at one end of the conference table tapped the surface lightly and said in a low voice, "Team Member He's comments are recorded."

"Whether An Jing should be detained will be decided by a vote of all members."

He Lin lowered her gaze, nodded, but said one last thing.

Because she knew very well that these people wouldn't take her seriously unless their core interests were involved.

"Moreover, An Jing is not as weak as you think. She can perfectly use the Primordial Source to counterbalance A-level mental pollution-type mysterious people. Do you think you can just manipulate her and detain her whenever you want? Face reality. Don't think that just because she is young, she is easy to bully. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Moreover, she is someone who possesses the Primordial Source. Don't force her to lose trust in the Special Service Department. That would be a huge loss for us."

The section chief nodded slowly and began to speak.

"Voting begins."

(End of this chapter)