"The aura of 'Trial' has vanished."
"The aura of calamity has also disappeared."
"Unless something unexpected happened, Meng should have succeeded."
"Han Meng is too fast. Even if we wanted to share in the credit, we couldn't catch up..."
Under the rainy night, four figures clad in black windbreakers raced towards the battlefield in the wilderness. They were the other enforcement officers from Sector Three.
Their gaze swept across the devastated wilderness, filled with shock.
What kind of intense battle could have reduced this place to such a state?
"This calamity seems to be something extraordinary..."
As they spoke, they looked towards the other side of the battlefield. There, a bloodied figure lay on the ground, face up, motionless like a corpse.
"Meng?!"
One of the enforcement officers rushed forward immediately, picked up Han Meng from the ground, and tensely began to check his breath.
The other three enforcement officers stood in place, exchanging glances with subtle light flickering in their eyes...
"Is he dead?" asked one of the three enforcement officers.
He was Ma Zhong, the second-ranked enforcement officer in Sector Three.
"No, he's still alive!"
A barely noticeable trace of disappointment flashed across the faces of the three. Two of them looked at Ma Zhong, who hesitated for a moment before shaking his head at them.
"Where's the calamity? Why can't we see its body?"
"Did it escape?!"
"We can't see the body, so it must have escaped..."
Everyone immediately searched the surroundings, but under the wash of the rain, there were no clues left behind. The calamity that had just been fighting Han Meng here seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing completely.
"Zhong!! Zhong!!"
At the same time, an enforcement officer dressed in a black and red uniform hurriedly ran from afar.
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a rush?" Ma Zhong asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We just received intelligence from Sector Two... Last night, a calamity attack occurred in Sector Two. Half a street was massacred, with a total of thirty-six deaths."
"What?" Ma Zhong asked in surprise. "Is it the same one?"
"It's said that the one that attacked Sector Two was a level-three calamity, so it shouldn't be the same one."
"Two calamities emerging from the same Grey Boundary intersection at once? This situation is uncommon..." Ma Zhong pondered. "Was it killed?"
"No, they said that after the calamity finished killing people, it headed towards the rear mountain... There's a possibility that it crossed the rear mountain and entered Sector Three.
Then, Sector Two hopes that we can send some personnel... They have too many casualties, and the enforcement officers are overwhelmed."
"Understood, I'll handle this matter."
The enforcement officers carried the unconscious Han Meng and quickly headed towards the hospital. Ma Zhong's gaze fell on the ruins of the battlefield and the outline of the rear mountain hidden in the darkness not far away. He pondered,
"Two calamities from the same Grey Boundary intersection... This is interesting."
...
"Brother, aren't we going to run?"
As the night deepened, two teenagers made their way along a deserted path, heading straight for Cold Frost Street.
"Why should we run?" Chen Yifei countered.
Chen Muyu was taken aback, scratching his head and pondering for a long time, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"Furthermore, even if we run, where can we go?" Chen Yifei said helplessly, "The Aurora Territory is just so big, with one city and seven districts. Ordinary people definitely can't enter Aurora City, and among the other seven districts, District Two and District Three are sealed off..."
"So should we just find a mountain ravine to hide in?"
"Hiding won't help. They'll find us sooner or later. We can't just keep retreating," Chen Yifei vaguely objected.
Actually, Chen Yifei himself wanted to find a place to hide, but he couldn't!
Although he had regained his "stage", the audience's expectation was still stuck at 20%. If he didn't do something to increase the audience's expectation, he would be usurped again and turned into a monster.
Chen Muyu vaguely felt that something was logically off... but he didn't think too much about it. Since his brother said they couldn't hide, there must be a reason for it.
"Muyu."
"Hmm?"
"Aren't you scared of me?" In the darkness, Chen Yifei turned back to look at him. "You should have seen that I... turned into a monster just now."
Chen Muyu lowered his head and was silent for a long time.
"Brother, it's fine even if you turn into a monster, as long as... you are still you."
"How do you know I'm still me?"
"It's just a feeling..."
Chen Yifei looked at him deeply. In the darkness, the boy's expression was vague.
"By the way, how's your body?" he asked, "Generally after a heart transplant operation, don't you need to rest for a long time? Is it okay for you to be running around like this?"
"That doctor seems to be very skilled. I recovered quickly."
"Oh..."
Chen Yifei suddenly thought that this world seemed to have supernatural powers. Otherwise, this world wouldn't even have electricity, and it would be impossible to perform heart transplant operations... Maybe there were also ways to recover quickly?
Chen Yifei's gaze fell on his smooth neck, as if he remembered something. "Right, where's the protective charm I gave you? It's the one you usually wear around your neck."
Chen Muyu was taken aback. He reached out and touched his chest, only to find it empty.
"I don't know... Maybe it fell off when I was running back."
"...It's fine. I'll make another one for you when we go back."
"Okay." Chen Muyu spoke again, "Brother... don't you want to wash up a bit? If you walk on the street like this, you'll scare people."
Chen Yifei was taken aback. He subconsciously touched his neck, which was slippery and sticky, already covered with blood.
Strangely, after coming out of the red paper monster, the wound on his neck recovered exceptionally fast. In just half an hour, most of the flesh and blood had already reconnected, but it still looked crimson, and he looked like a demon emerging from hell.
With no other choice, Chen Yifei had to find a nearby stream, took off the red theatrical robe, and began to wash the blood off his body.
Brother, there's something I wanted to ask just now..." Chen Muyu asked hesitantly.
"Why are you wearing my theatrical robe?"
"I... don't know."
Chen Yifei looked at the robe on his body in confusion... He remembered that when he was killed by the axe, he wasn't wearing this thing.
Thinking carefully, when he came home that night, he was also wearing this red theatrical robe. From Chen Tan and Li Xiuchun's words, it seemed that this was the clothing they used to wrap his body after murdering him.
But why didn't they put it on him this time, and how did the robe come back to him on its own?
Chen Yifei couldn't figure it out, so he decided not to think about it anymore. Since he arrived in this world, strange things had been happening more and more...
He originally wanted to burn this unlucky theatrical robe, but seeing Chen Muyu's pitiful gaze, he sighed and silently washed the robe together with his clothes.