Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Soft lighting bathed every corner of the luxury suite, while an alluring fragrance wafted through the air.

The man and woman, who were alone together, did not snuggle in bed, but sat facing each other at a small table in the living room, enjoying a delicate meal that had perhaps been prepared before they came in.

Neos deftly used her silver fork to pick up a piece of glistening lobster meat, held it up to Kong Jiu's eyes, and smiled mischievously and proudly: "Kong Jiu, look, a lobster!"

Kong Jiu simply waved his hand, a barely perceptible hint of resistance flashing in his eyes. "Thank you, but I don't eat... Yes, I don't like lobster. Do you know how long it takes for lobsters in Hills Harbor to grow? They're for eating... Um, I won't disturb your enjoyment."

Faced with the plump shrimp meat, Kong Jiu had no appetite at all, and only hesitated to speak.

No, it should be said that a greater desire was throbbing within him, overpowering his appetite.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and stroked the ring on his finger. "Arthur, we've reached our hiding place. What's next?"

Squich's voice then echoed in his mind, "Let me see, there are still three minutes until midnight. After midnight, once we enter the warp, we can proceed to the next step."

It paused, then asked, "Repeat our plan to confirm the situation?"

Kong Jiu nodded, his expression focused, and said, "Understood. The purpose of this trip is to investigate the detection of potential subspace fluctuations at the Edgewater Hotel, and to try to find the existence of the Hills City Iron Curtain on the subspace side."

Subspace nodes are spaces and regions that are artificially created in subspace.

Individuals typically have limited power, and the nodes they form can only serve as transit points between other smaller nodes and the real world. These smaller nodes move with the individual, are difficult to locate, and do not cause subspace fluctuations.

However, the greater the mass, the stronger the gravity. If a node is intentionally expanded and its mass becomes large enough, it will cause fluctuations that can be observed from the outside.

It was precisely these fluctuations that led Squich to suspect that the Edgewater Hotel contained a large subspace node.

It's important to know that America is a country that doesn't openly acknowledge psychic powers.

Why would a hotel in the Upper East Side have such a large subspace node?

Squich keenly considered a possibility: this node was a conceptual storage point for the Iron Curtain in subspace.

"This is one of our fourth most difficult targets right now, and the key to destroying the Iron Curtain."

Squich's voice came through the ring, faintly revealing suppressed excitement.

The Iron Curtain is constructed by the existence of four dimensions: physical laws, subspace, faith, and collective cognition.

Squiche once explained to Conju that the most terrifying aspect of the Iron Curtain lies in these four cognitive distortions.

That invisible barrier will subtly change the lives of people within these four levels, enabling the builders of the Iron Curtain—those upper-class gentlemen—to achieve their goals of domination and oppression.

For example, wealthy and powerful upper-class men can make popular actresses fawn over them and make mothers who can't afford to raise their children dance for them without any shame. It seems that as long as they have a lot of money in their hands, they can do whatever they want, and they have always done so.

Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?

The Iron Curtain represents the subconscious "it's always been this way" that surfaced in everyone's mind.

"That's always been the case," "Don't make a fuss," "You'll understand once you enter the workforce"...

Each layer of perception, revised by the Iron Curtain, forms an unbreakable barrier, separating the Lower City from the hell on earth and forcing everyone to live in a world where "kindness is a weakness."

Therefore, to destroy this stubborn tool of cognitive distortion, it is necessary to destroy it simultaneously from all four dimensions in order to completely dismantle this terrible Iron Curtain.

"But Arthur,"

Kong Jiu looked up, worry in his eyes. "I didn't bring any weapons. Even if we do detect a subspace node here, and the Iron Curtain concept is indeed stored here, how are we supposed to destroy it?"

"Don't worry, Kong."

Squich's tone was calm. "You just need to focus on the investigation. How to erase that concept is a matter for Neos and me to worry about."

As he finished speaking, Kong Jiu unconsciously turned his gaze to Neos.

The beautiful woman nodded slightly, her expression calm, tacitly agreeing with Squich's statement.

"Oh, it's midnight. Let's head into the warp," Squich reminded him. "Remember, if you discover a massive node here, you'll be halfway there. Next, all you need to do is confirm its connection to the Iron Curtain."

Kong Jiu nodded solemnly, raised his hand and waved it in the air, and a subspace rift immediately appeared, with a faint purple light flowing around its edges.

He was about to step inside when he suddenly noticed that Neos was still sitting comfortably in her chair, showing no intention of getting up.

"Neo, aren't you coming along?" Kong Jiu turned around, a hint of confusion on his face.

Neos shook her head and said softly, "Kong, have you forgotten what we just talked about? How vast my existence is. I've been waiting for you in the warp for a long time."

Waiting for me in the warp?

Kong Jiu gave a vague response, seemingly understanding but still somewhat confused. He didn't press further and turned to step into the crevice.

A pale purple starry sky gradually unfolded before his eyes.

Kong Jiu stepped into his own subspace transit station.

The place remains empty and desolate; he simply can't find the time to tend to it.

Squich had told him that if a spatial psychic like him wanted to improve his abilities, he would eventually need to manage this transit station properly.

But for Kong Jiu, let alone managing the transit station, he was already overwhelmed with the daily task of dealing with the corpses in the church.

"Um, this place is indeed too spacious."

He looked around and muttered to himself, "I really need to decorate it when I have time."

Just then, the ring on his finger suddenly emitted a strong green light.

"Excellent, Kong!"

A strange, excited cry flooded Squich's mind: "After you entered the transit station, you were indeed connected to a node existing here due to the overlap in your real-world location! There really is a super-large node here!"

Before he finished speaking, an unusual light appeared behind Kong Jiu.

"Coordinates obtained. Neos has gone to find you too. By the way," Squealer paused, a hint of teasing in her voice, "don't be intimidated by its true form. It'll be showing you the way for a long time to come!"

Immediately afterwards, a pale, cold light suddenly surged from behind, tearing apart the tranquil pale purple starry sea in the Kongjiu transfer station.

"What the hell?!"

Kong Jiu turned around in shock and looked toward the source of the light.

A ball.

To be precise, it was a miniature sun emitting a cold light.

It was not large, about the size of a roadside stone block; the light was pale and dazzling, but not to the point of being unbearable to look at.

This cold sun, without any warning, hung silently in the subspace transit station of Kongjiu.

Kong Jiu was so startled by this sudden appearance that he was speechless for a moment.

He hurriedly pressed his hand to the ring, his voice trembling: "Arthur, what's going on? A white sun has appeared in my transit station..."

"Kong Jiu, it's me, Neos."

A voice rang out, cold and ethereal, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. It did not come through the ears, but rather, like Squich's words, it poured directly into Kong Jiu's mind, echoing throughout the entire transit station.

Kong Jiu was completely stunned.

He stiffly raised his head, his pupils slightly contracted, and stared blankly at the pale sun.

"Neo?" he asked incredulously in a low voice.

"Are you... a sun?"