I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

[Lin Yan]: Sisters, I came out to run some business today and ran into a tough nut to crack who just wouldn't open his mouth.

[Red-Clad Senior]: Oh dear, that look is fierce~ Should I go over and loosen his skin for him? [Bloodstained Knife.jpg]

[The Mermaid in the Sewer]: Throw him into the sewer, and I have a million ways to make him vomit his brains out.

[Lin Yan]: There's no need to trouble you ladies. It's too much of a sledgehammer to crack a nut to crack a nut.

Come on, if you handed him over to you, you probably wouldn't even get a hair back.

Lin Yan sent a smiling emoji in the group chat, put away his phone, and turned to look at the administrator.

Even with his jaw dislocated, the officer still stared at Lin Yan resentfully, speaking with a slight lisp:

"I understand... I understand how much sauce is wasted! You guys are just wasting your time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yan shoved him hard, forcibly interrupting him.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow, then asked with a mischievous grin:

"If you're not afraid of death, why would you be afraid of losing face?"

The surrounding operators were stunned. Before they could react, Lin Yan flipped his wrist, and a frog balloon appeared in his palm.

Lin Yan pressed the balloon directly onto the face of the fanatical worker.

With a pop, the balloon touched the man like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly dissolving and seeping into his body.

The officer froze, his eyes losing focus, leaving only a grayish-white expanse.

"Let him go."

Lin Yan took a half step back and spoke to the officer who was holding him down.

The two operators exchanged a glance, immediately released their grip, and retreated together.

The officer regained his freedom, but he did not react at all; he neither ran away nor rushed forward to fight.

Under the watchful eyes of all the operators, this cultist who had just been fearless in the face of death...

He actually bent his knees slightly, and his hands swung rapidly in front of his chest, performing a rather smooth social dance!

"What the hell is going on?!" a young agent whispered to the older agent next to him.

The veteran official was equally bewildered, shrugged, and shook his head.

But the strangest thing was yet to come.

The clerk's face began to twitch, and an invisible force forcibly pulled the corners of his mouth toward his ears, revealing a smile more exaggerated than a clown's.

Because of his dislocated jaw, the forced smile caused his cheek skin to tear, and blood kept flowing down his mouth, but he still kept waving his hands tirelessly.

While bleeding and laughing wildly, he was still tirelessly dancing the social dance.

To the surrounding operators, the scene was more bizarre than anything they had ever encountered before.

At least a bizarre murder is just murder, but this guy in front of me seems to be enjoying it.

They glanced at the cult members, then at Lin Yan standing to the side.

He seemed to be watching with great interest, nodding frequently, and even took out his phone to record a video.

Just as the cultists were slowing down and about to stop, Lin Yan pulled out a frog balloon from somewhere and slapped it on their face.

The scene was quite bizarre at one point.

The operators swallowed hard in unison, quietly taking a step back to create distance between themselves and Lin Yan.

In their minds, this special envoy, who had just been rumored to have risen to prominence overnight, was even more wicked and like a real monster than those irrational and bizarre individuals.

Lin Yan, however, was completely unaware of this.

He not only recorded the video, but also casually posted it to a matchmaking group.

"Ah Feng, you jumped well."

Looking at the officer's miserable state, Lin Yan silently praised him in his heart.

Actually, he wasn't sure about the outcome before he threw the balloon.

After the frog brooch was upgraded, the system notification only stated that it would cause the target to lose control of their body and be forced to dance, without explaining in detail how the control would work.

But when he saw that this cultist had actually performed a fairly standard routine, even the way he subconsciously looked for the camera was exactly the same as when Ah Feng was live streaming before his death.

He immediately had a guess: the frog brooch might have a hidden mechanism after being upgraded.

The so-called "social dance" is essentially just Ah Feng possessing his spirit!

The moment the balloon touched the target, Ah Feng, who was trapped inside the frog mascot costume, was forcibly stuffed into the target's body.

Whatever action Ah Feng takes, the target must follow suit.

In other words, as long as he can control Ah Feng, he can control the cultist's body.

"Ah Feng, I know you can hear me," Lin Yan silently said in his heart.

"Take good care of this brother."

"If you can't break down his psychological defenses within thirty seconds and make him vomit everything he needs to vomit, then wait until this thirty-second possession ends..."

"I'll send you to the mermaids and let you soak in her sewers forever."

Deep within his consciousness, he faintly heard Ah Feng's scream.

A large part of Ah Feng's death was due to the mermaid; there was no threat he feared more than that.

The next moment, the clerk's lumbar spine was forcibly twisted into an unbelievable angle, his bones made a "crackling" sound, and more and more teeth were revealed on his face.

"Ugh! Waaaaah!"

The person in charge is fully aware of the task at hand!

He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of torture.

But the fear of being unable to control his body and watching it being destroyed little by little by "himself" was unbearable for him!

His proud beliefs crumbled instantly in the face of this torment that could be described as mental torture.

In less than twenty seconds, a foul odor emanated from the clerk's crotch.

He broke down.

"stop."

Lin Yan snapped his fingers, and A Feng instantly broke free from the possession state.

The officer collapsed to the ground like a dried-up slime, covering his torn mouth and dry heaving, his face covered with tears, snot, and blood.

Lin Yan waved his hand, signaling him to close his jaw.

The officer in charge quickly stepped forward, grabbed his chin, and snapped the dislocated joint back into place.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

The officer looked at Lin Yan in horror, as if he were looking at a demon.

This man is even less human than the bishop. No, I can't mess with him!

"This outpost... is only for collecting spirit bones! The bones are used to build altars!"

Lin Yan's expression hardened, and he immediately stepped forward: "Where's the altar? What exactly do you want?!"

"Tomorrow night at midnight!" The officer shuddered in fright at Lin Yan's words.

"In the 704 air-raid shelter in the southern suburbs, His Excellency the Bishop has found the perfect vessel for human molting."

"Once the altar for the remains is completed, the gods will descend completely from the air-raid shelter!"

"You can't stop it, the descent ritual has already begun!"

The surrounding agents looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Yan stood to the side, his brows furrowed.

A vessel for human transformation? A deity's descent?

This organization was far more insane than he had imagined.