Chapter 139: Dangerous Heterodoxy Bureau

Bai Liu has something else he finds strange - he can't use props in the real world as he pleases, because the system has restrictions on him.

Except for individual props related to the realization of desire that can be used in reality without restriction after redemption, most of the props have no way to be used in reality and will be restricted by the system, just like Bai Liu's use of his skills in reality was also restricted.

Usually, the higher the level of the item or skill, the more restrictive it is for the player to use it in reality.

The prop that Bai Liu used in reality was the Blood Lingzhi from before.

That Blood Lingzhi also can't be used directly, the system warned him, but after the warning, Bai Liu clearly felt the coin attached to the cross vibrated twice before he could use it, although he didn't know exactly what happened, but it should be that mysterious evil god Taville did something, Bai Liu could only use the Blood Lingzhi.

But even under the shelter of the evil gods, Bai Liu many props can not be used directly.

But this Tang Er fight, listen to his tone, as if he can in reality beyond the limitations of the system randomly use props.

There are two possibilities in this case Bai Liu thinks:

The first is because Tang Er fights that time traveling special identity that allows him to escape the system's scrutiny and restrictions.

But Bai Liu thinks this is unlikely, because if this person has already escaped the limitations of the system, he wouldn't still be a player, Tang Er Ta has obviously seen his little TV, which proves that Tang Er Ta is still in the game.

The second possibility is that Tang Er hit is not a prop from the system at all.

This person has most likely gained a thorough insight into the nature of all four: games, props, evil things, and reality.

Tang Er hit was most likely a local material, he utilized the advantage of his profession - the third detachment leader of the Heretical Dangerous Disposal Department, he was perfectly capable of using the evil objects that landed in the copies in the real world, after being collected by this Heretical Dangerous Disposal Department, to use them as his own props.

Bai Liu previously found out that after a game copy passes, the monster is the reward props are generally related to the monster, and in some cases even the monster itself.

For example, the previous copy of Siren Town rewarded props such as fish scales, amulets, and fish bones; Explosive Last Train rewarded pieces of the mirror that caused the explosion, and Bai Liu's copy of Love Orphanage, which debuted not long ago, rewarded props such as blood ganoderma lucidum.

It's as if the game is purposely awarding these evil things that cause all the plagues as rewards for completing quests, and then letting the players bring them back to reality to use them.

The mirror that suddenly appeared to be worth a fortune, the secret recipe for the Blood Ganoderma that those investors in the orphanage had suddenly discovered - it was as if there was some kind of existence that was deliberately transporting these things that aroused the most evil, craziest desires in the hearts of men to reality with the help of the player, the hub that was swept away by its own desires, in a steady stream. --this was most likely the way the game loaded copies in reality.

The interface of evil things - this is the word Tang Er typed to describe Bai Liu.

I have to say that this is an aptly described term for players who constantly wander between the game and reality, using evil objects in reality in order to fulfill their desires; these players act as the medium through which the game loads a copy of the core evil objects into reality, much like an interface indeed.

And if this person is a follower of an evil god, then he must be a pretty efficient interface - because the frequency and speed of loading evil things into reality through him must be as high as ever.

Because under the blessing of the Evil God, Bai Liu was less restricted in reality than any other player, and he had already felt this.

If you can profit from this ...... Bai Liu s eyes deepened for a moment.

"That's a rather provocative future." He rubbed his chin in deep thought, "Is this considered smuggling illegal controlled substances? Is it illegal?"

After thinking for a while about the nature of this business, Bai Liu had to admit with regret - it should be against the law, and if Lu Yizhan found out he would probably be read to death, so let's forget about it.

But if his other timeline self didn't have Lu Yizhan, a friend who could shred people to death, then Bai Liu felt that he would most likely choose to be a smuggler - he wouldn't choose to directly profit from these evil things, it's too inefficient.

More quickly to quickly smuggle these evil things into this real world, and then out to the relevant industry to collect the patent and smuggling fees, he can have a full channel of evil goods earned profits ...... just think about it Bai Liu feel sorry for the present self - -This is a very good channel to enrich themselves.

Unfortunately not legal - as evidenced by the Tang Er fight attitude, late in the game they've touched him as an interface to the evil thing here, and he's supposed to die kinda bad.

Bai Liu rummaged through his system panel again, and found that having lost the shelter of the fish scales and cross, he was indeed no longer able to use any special props, and was also unable to use his personal skills - utilizing his skills to trade with people was now out of the question as well.

Sitting in the small dark room, it is not clear what time it is now, Bai Liu inwardly sighed Tang Er fight worthy of the opponent with whom he has done many times, already almost a photo, to eliminate all the risks finished.

You can tell you've suffered under him many times and really hate him.

It's not like Bai Liu hasn't thought about asking for help, but Tang Er won't leave any holes for him when he's fighting someone like that.

If he's right, Tang Er Fight will soon have someone else to keep him company - he's not exactly chatting about the [Wandering Circus] in a favorable tone.

Hopefully these people would understand the meaning of the last text he sent them before he was captured and had his cell phone confiscated, but Bai Liu didn't really want to see his own property captured on this base as well.

Bai Liu leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.

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University of C, 2nd dormitory, 3rd floor.

Mu Sicheng looked at the bed rolled up in white cloth on the opposite side of the room-it was Liu Huai's bed, and he had just come back after logging out and encountering Liu Huai who had been taken for questioning by the investigators after his accident.

Even Bai Liu, a pickpocket in nature, probably considering the mental shock Mu Sicheng went through, let him off the hook today and didn't let him enter the game right away; Bai Liu just sent Mu Sicheng a text message saying that he'd be entering the game tonight, telling him to get some rest first, without saying exactly when he'd let him enter the game.

But Mu Sicheng can't rest at all. When he closes his eyes, all he can think about is the scene of Liu Huai being hit by a bus and bleeding on the ground.

He stared straight at the message Bai Liu had sent him on his cell phone at 9:16 p.m. All the words on the message Mu Sicheng recognized, but strung together he couldn't identify them as if he had reading comprehension disorder.

Beware of the rose and the hunter. I may die by the hunter's hand. Don't wait for me. Get out of here.

...... What does this mean?

This disoriented, emotionally drained daze lasted until there was a knock on Mu Sicheng's dormitory door.

Mu Sicheng Somewhat in a trance, he stood up and opened the door directly, "Lao San, you guys don't have your dormitory keys with you ......"

As his words trailed off, Mu Sicheng locked eyes with the investigator in the special dark gray uniform outside the door.

The investigator put one hand behind his waist to hold something and looked at Mu Sicheng with a wary gaze: "Fellow student Mu Sicheng, there is something we would like to ask you directly, please come with us."

Mu Sicheng paused for a moment and then said, "I just came back from taking statements, haven't you finished asking what you wanted to ask? Can you ask me anything else tomorrow? I'm very tired, I want to rest."

He's referring to the Liu Huai incident.

"We are not from the transportation department." The investigator showed him his credentials, "You are involved in another very serious social incident, please cooperate with our investigation."

Mu Sicheng's somewhat lax gaze swept over the back of the investigator's waist, and as if he hadn't yet returned to his senses, landed on the other man's ID, which he held up for him to see.

He mumbled, "Dangerous Heresy Detection Field Detachment 3 Component ......"

Mu Sicheng was quiet for a long time after reading.

"Although I don't understand what exactly your department is or why I'm suddenly connected to some serious social incident, I'll cooperate with your investigation." Mu Sicheng took a deep breath as he rubbed his face wearily, "But can I use the restroom before I go? I've been at the Bureau of Investigators all day taking statements and I haven't been allowed to go to the restroom the whole time still kept filling me up with water and I just got back."

The investigator looked at Mu Sicheng with some hesitation for a moment.

On this college student's face was a very outward, exhausted weariness that made it feel like he could fall asleep at any time while holding the door.

It seems that the strange death of his roommate in the same dormitory in front of him this morning has caused the young man named Mu Sicheng a great deal of mental trauma.

Mu Sicheng doesn't look like a humanoid heretic at all, he's more like a very normal, ordinary person who was implicated by a heretic driven mad.

Considering the fact that his own captain is not always reliable when it comes to catching heretics, and that he's had so much to drink tonight ......

"Okay." This investigator hesitated for two seconds and finally relented, "You have one minute and you can't close the restroom door."

"I'm a citizen, I even have to look at it when I go to the toilet, can you at least give me some privacy?!" Mu Sicheng was a bit speechless, but seeing that this investigator had a serious face and wanted to insist, Mu Sicheng also agreed with a shrug of his shoulders without any concern, "Fine, if you won't feel inferior if you look at it."

Mu Sicheng opened the bathroom door of the dormitory, the moment he pulled down the zipper of his jeans, because of the previous joke, the investigator guarding the door slightly uncomfortable side of the eyes, just for a moment, Mu Sicheng's original tired and diffident eyes instantly glare, he quickly side-stepped and kicked up the bathroom door, and locked the investigator, who had not reacted yet, outside the door. locked the investigator who had not yet reacted outside the door.

Then as the investigators yelled for the door to be opened, Mu Sicheng's tight arms hung from the shower suspended his body swaying for a moment, then with his feet together swaying a bit, he viciously kicked open the vent, and Mu Sicheng followed the strength of the swaying, and in a fluid motion, he went through the vent and out from the inside.

The moment the investigator standing guard outside kicked open the bathroom door and looked at the kicked-out vent, his face stared sternly as he poked his head out and spoke into the intercom, "Report, the humanoid cult with the proposed number of 004 has just escaped from the bathroom vent on the 6th floor and disappeared into thin air, have you guys seen the escaped humanoid cult of 004 down there? "

"No!" The intercom said, "We've got crouches in all four directions of the dormitory building, and all we saw was the vent on the 6th floor being popped a minute and seventeen seconds ago, but we didn't observe anything escaping through the vent,"

The fact that we only saw the ventilation open, but no one came out of it, means that Mu Sicheng disappeared into thin air in the bathroom.

It really is heresy!

The investigator took a deep breath, "Report, the heretic with the proposed number 004, who is said to be very good at stealing, escaped due to my personal negligence, I'll go back and receive the punishment, notify the other squads to be sure to carefully capture those heretics named by Team Tang tonight!"

"They're all tricky!"

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Hospital corridors.

The investigators guarding Liu Jiayi outside her hospital room are communicating with the sudden arrival of the special unit.

"Are you ......?" The investigators guarding Liu Jiayi looked at the heavily armed and well-trained visitors with some disbelief.

The team member wearing a dark gray uniform showed his ID: "We are from the Dangerous Heresy Detection Department, we have taken over the Blood Lingzhi case that has caused a major social impact, and Liu Jiayi is an important witness in the Blood Lingzhi case, in order to safeguard her safety, we're going to secretly transfer her to our base tonight, we're not at liberty to disclose too much specific information. reveal, you can directly ask your superiors to confirm our identity."

The two investigators guarding Liu Jiayi swept their eyes suspiciously over the weapons carried by the visiting team.

Handcuffs and wrist cuffs, all armed, with anesthetic needles and steel bar cages if they were not mistaken, and two or three armored vehicles covered in green ponchos parked outside the hospital.

This doesn't look like a move to relocate a material witness, this is more like a move to apprehend a material suspect.

Only after the two investigators called and confirmed with their own superiors that the men who had come were really from the Department of Dangerous Heresy Management did they release them with confidence.

The group quickly and neatly donned gas masks, a maneuver that startled the other two investigators again.

The group not only brought their own, but also distributed two to these two puzzled investigators to bring with them, exhorting, "Comrade, when we break in later, if there is a black mist filling out from the wards, you must hide far away from it, do not inhale it or run into it, and try to stand in a passage where the wind convection speed is relatively high, which is poisonous of it."

"Was there a hazardous gas leak somewhere in the hospital?" Two confused investigators inquired.

"No, it's much scarier than that." The member of the third detachment leaning against the door took a deep breath and gestured to the rest of the team - one, two, three!

The door to the ward slammed open, and the team spread out extremely quickly to fan out in the ward? with their tranquilizer guns raised to surround the small bulging mass on the bed.

The one leading the team was about to shoot, but soon he sensed something was wrong and raised his hand in an action pause gesture, "Wait."

He took one step forward, raised his gun to the small mass on the hospital bed, and then all the team members' nervous gazes violently lifted the quilt - inside the quilt was an ugly doll made out of pillows about the size of Liu Jiayi, spitting out its tongue and grinning nastily as if it was mocking the group that had worked all night and caught nothing. The team.

"Liu Jiayi where is everyone?!" The lead team member looked to the two investigators outside the hospital room.

The two investigators were also confused, "Look at the surveillance, she was asleep in the hospital bed the whole time! The doors and windows were closed, where could she have gone?"

Liu Jiayi disappeared completely inside a sealed hospital room.

The lead team member exhaled in frustration and reported into the intercom, "Report, proposed number 601, heretic in possession of gas hazard arrest failed."

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Wood family villa area.

Sitting on the couch the third detachment looked across the room at Mu Ke, who was covering his heart, with a headache.

Mu Ke frowned and bit his lower lip, his face as white as a sheet of paper, his hands gripping his heart tightly, next to him Mu Ke's father and mother were there, nervously circling around Mu Ke, Mu Ke's father even called two hospital teams to come over, both Mu Ke's father and Mu Ke's mother were looking at the uninvited guest sitting on the sofa with a very hostile gaze.

Papa Mu picked up his teacup, this is the third time he served tea to the guests tonight, his tone was cold as if he was threatening, "I'm not sure what kind of disputes my son got involved in, he's a patient with a pre-existing heart, usually he doesn't go out of the door, and running a couple of steps can scare us to death, can he get involved in any of the major social accidents you guys are talking about?"

"To take him on a trip, not to mention whether you have the qualifications, if anything happens to my son, can you afford to pay the responsibility?!"

Said the wooden father to the tea cup to the coffee table a slam, blowing his beard and eyes: "Do not when I wood Jingwu is can be casually be casually kneaded by people, was rushed into the door of the house to say a couple of words, you can let you take my son away, I say to you, impossible, to take away to me to show me the relevant evidence and concrete proof to give me a what I do not even know the department of the card is like arresting people! , when I have not read the book?!"

Mu Ke, who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed pretending to have a heart attack, squinted the slit of one eye at the hard and embarrassed looks of the team members sitting on the opposite side of the couch, and the corners of his mouth quirked up slightly.

But it was quickly suppressed by Mu Ke himself, who frowned as he lay back against the back of the couch, his face almost transparently white, looking as fragile as if these team members could kill him with a single touch.

The team had a headache, but there really wasn't much they could do with Mu Ke.

The unreliable captain of Team Tang says Mu Ke isn't technically a heretic, but he must be brought in.

Because Mu Ke is not skilled in attacking people in any other timeline, he serves more as an external spokesperson for Bai Liu, relying on his excellent memory to handle and sell the various heresies born at Bai Liu's hands.

Mu Ke, though unskilled, plays an important role as an intermediate hub and transfer point for the gold-gobbling network that Bai Liu relies on for his evil objects, a role as a manager of Bai Liu's underground criminal team.

For many years Bai Liu relied on Mu Ke to contact other people under his hand and pass on information, Bai Liu hid himself very well, the Dangerous Heresy Bureau for many years regarded Mu Ke as that crazy, crazy man who collects money through evil things, but finally they realized that Mu Ke was only one of the cards that Bai Liu had played on the surface, and the real king of the ghost cards was still hidden in a deeper place. The real king of ghost cards is still hiding in a deeper place.

Mu Ke relies on his illness to keep him in trouble with the cultists for years, playing dumb, and when things go wrong, he falls to the ground, eyes closed, and starts to play hard to get, so they have to put Mu Ke in the hospital for treatment, which makes Su Yang's hair stand on end every time.

It's the same this time.

Mu Ke, unlike the others, has a prominent dad and a natural shield from disease.

Tang Er fight to force to arrest Mu Ke, does not comply with the provisions of the provisions of the heresy must have a harmful effect on human beings, and the department can not bear the consequences of forcibly arrest Mu Ke, after all, Mu Ke's heart disease is real, the identity is not simple, if this person died in the heresy processing bureau, it will be a very tricky thing.

Mu Ke, the unskilled heart patient, looks as fragile as a cat made of crystal, but in the eyes of the members of the Third Detachment from the other timelines, Mu Ke, the patient, has done nothing but evil, sinful and devious.

But it's not really like that, because like Tang Er said, Bai Liu protected the people around him very well, like Mu Ke was very well protected.

Mu Ke, both inside and outside the game, has never killed or directly harmed anyone from start to finish, his hands are not stained with blood, he only negotiates, does business, as well as runs the guild, probably out of empathy, he has even saved a lot of unskilled players who were desperate in the game.

This is also the reason why in other timelines, the Heresy Disposal Bureau has a hard time dealing with Mu Ke - because in a narrow sense, Mu Ke hasn't had a harmful effect on humanity yet, and he's just a normal human being in a way.

Mu Ke just invested in projects that he thought were good, and he could well say that he didn't know what investing in these things would lead to; after all, Mu Ke invested in quite a lot of projects, many of which he hadn't even double-checked, and Mu Ke could certainly say that he didn't know that these things were evil.

Because indeed it doesn't look like it either.

These things strike the eye as ordinary mushrooms, unexceptional antique mirrors, and beautifully crafted mermaid sculptures.

Mu Ke thought the project was good and voted for it. He did not even take part in the specific process, so he can only be judged as a heretic unless Mu Ke himself admits it.

Just as it is now.

For Liu Jiayi, Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu, the three heretics that Tang Er fought with certainty that they had evidence of a crime and had already caused harmful effects on humanity and were actively committing a crime, it was possible to directly arrest them by force.

But not for Mu Ke.

Tang Er fights and can't tell whether Mu Ke is being tricked, or whether he's actively working with Bai Liu in bad faith.

In each timeline, there is no direct evidence to prove whether Mu Ke is subjectively willing to help Bai Liu, or whether he is just a poor man coerced by Bai Liu to help the tiger, and the line between good and evil is strangely blurred in Mu Ke.

The members of the third detachment tried to invite Mu Ke to the base to cooperate with the investigation, but Mu Ke's father refused to comply and even said that he would call the police, saying harshly that he would use his special connections, and the members of the third detachment eventually returned with their heads held high.

Seeing these team members turn away with grave faces, Mu Ke, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be sick, rubbed himself and sat up, he breathed very sharply and opened his cell phone, which contained a message sent to him by Bai Liu at sixteen minutes past nine.

[Beware of the rose and the hunter, I may die by the hunter's hand, don't wait for me, get out of here].

Mu Ke grimaced and gripped his cell phone tightly.

Death at the hands of hunters? The group of people who came to catch them tonight, are they the [hunters]? Has Bai Liu been captured?