Jinling, late at night.
In the quiet office, a middle-aged man with white hair drank tea in silence as he watched the rain fall outside.
There was a hurried knock on the door. Soon, a young man drenched in sweat walked in and glared at him. "Director Meng, what's the deal with the Philosopher's Stone retrieval mission? Didn't I say I'd go? "
"You don't need to worry about this, Little Hai," Director Meng replied. "Someone else has already taken over."
"That's it! What the hell is that KP!"
The Ascendant named Neihai opened his eyes wide. "The area on the high seas has already been bordered. It's possible that the retrieval team will be wiped out."
Director Meng's expression was still calm. "It's probably because the records in the fragment have been activated. But after a rank 5 Ascendant dies, their memories will remain in the fragment. If it's handled properly, it might be a rare trial for them. Perhaps they'll be able to find some useful talents. "
"But if it's handled, it should be me, right?" Neihai opened his eyes wide. "Why are you handing it over to someone else? Is this a request from the Social Security Bureau? "
"This is a joint decision from the Social Security Bureau and the Sky Culture Society."
Director Meng muttered to himself for a moment before pointing at the chair in front of him, indicating for him to sit down. "I know you're angry that you've been called back halfway, and I understand that you're worried that something unexpected will happen.
But I can guarantee you that this matter will be handled properly. "
"Because of that KP?"
Neihai frowned. "One of the rulers of the borderline Dark Net suddenly came to the present. Isn't there something wrong with this matter? Why would he be interested in a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone? "
"Who knows?"
Director Meng said indifferently. "The key is that he offered a price. The higher-ups agreed, and the Social Security Bureau didn't have any objections. That's enough.
Moreover, as far as I know, even though KP has a lot of bad tastes, he's one of the most outstanding creators in the world.
With him combing through the records, there won't be any mistakes. You also don't need to worry about a new quarantine zone. "
"But what about the Enforcers and Inspectors?"
"KP has already been guaranteed, but it's inevitable that there will be losses."
Director Meng stared at the night sky outside the window and couldn't help but sigh. "Even though their lives won't be in danger, they'll definitely be toyed with by that guy's bad taste."
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It took a lot of effort to board the ship. It started to drizzle, and the passengers who had been waiting for a long time could no longer listen to the sailors' shouts. They were too lazy to line up and squeezed their way onto the ship.
For a moment, Huai Shi was pushed back and forth in the crowd and staggered forward. He vaguely heard a scream and felt something strange under his feet. He lowered his head and found that he had stepped on a white handkerchief, dirtying the golden embroidered letter H on the corner.
He bent down to pick it up and looked around. He noticed that the cloaked person in front of him had turned back to look at him. His eyes were cold, but through the hood and the dim light, he could see the delicate side of his face. A strand of silver hair fell from her ear, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Give it back."
She reached out and snatched her handkerchief from Huai Shi's hand. Then, she turned around and left.
Huai Shi was pushed several times by the people behind him and staggered forward. Finally, under the guidance of the crew, they came to the guest area. After a few friends chose their rooms, they agreed to meet again at dinner.
Huai Shi walked into the room and closed the door. After putting away his luggage, he finally opened his palm and looked at the thing that the homeless man had stuffed into his hand.
It was a coin.
The ordinary Roman copper coin was carved with exquisite patterns and carefully carved with the image of an angel. On the back, there was a cross-shaped engraving. The symbol of the Holy Father, Son, and Holy Spirit was delicately carved around it.
It looked like a work of art.
A homeless coin.
A popular trick among bankrupt merchants, homeless people, and unemployed farmers during the industrial era. These homeless people hoped to carve the coin more beautifully in exchange for more money from the almsgivers who took pity on them.
Or, simply out of boredom.
Such an explanation inexplicably appeared in his mind and made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
He bent down and, as if by coincidence, opened his luggage along with everyone in the other guest rooms.
Then, he froze in place.
Time stood still.
Import ended.
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"OK, everyone's acting is good." KP applauded with joy, "It seems that everyone has the potential to become an outstanding investigator. Then, let's keep up the good work."
Ai Qing didn't say anything.
The strong sense of contradiction and disharmony became more and more intense. It made her feel as if she had forgotten something, or as if she had overlooked something.
But KP didn't give her more time to think.
"Ah, I forgot to say."
KP patted his head as if he suddenly realized something, "Our group is a secret group … That is to say, each character card actually has its own secret and purpose. Once exposed, it may lead to an unusually bad situation."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of envelopes and distributed them to all the inspectors participating in the game.
"Based on your different choices and performances in the import module, I have arranged different identities and secrets for everyone."
KP smiled happily, "I hope that while everyone protects their own secrets, we can cooperate sincerely to complete the module's goal — successfully reaching the New World."
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In that instant, Huai Shi came to a sudden realization.
He saw the contents of the suitcase — dozens of bottles filled with various items, an exquisite and ferocious-looking crossbow, several test tubes filled with scarlet liquid, two daggers, a short knife, and a heavy weapon hanging from the top of the suitcase on a hook.
It was a silver-plated hand axe with gorgeous and exquisite spells engraved on the back of the axe. He could vaguely see the faint blood color that had seeped into it.
Just by looking at it, he knew that it had amazing lethality.
But I'm a cello player. Why do I have these things?
At that moment, he looked at the coin in his hand again. His fingers seemed to move on their own, causing the coin to constantly flip on his fingertips. Then, the cross mark and the angel's icon appeared in reverse. It was like the key to opening the seal and unlocking the shackles in his mind.
In an instant, countless memories emerged from the darkness and poured into his mind.
"Find that person, follow that person, and then kill that person!"
A majestic and old voice sounded in his ear, "At all costs, Van Helsing, at all costs, let that blasphemer's work, let that deformed child who will only tarnish God's achievements be smashed to pieces!"
He finally remembered.
Huai Shi was just his disguise. His real identity was an executioner cultivated by the Holy Spirit Genealogy.
Judge, Hunter, Impure, Judas … There were many titles, whether praise or derogatory, that fell on the shoulders of people like him because he was a dark creature cultivated by the Church to clean up the dark creatures. He was a heretic created to kill heretics.
The ascendant who bore the third-order stigmata vampire.
— Demon Hunter Van Helsing.
For more than a year, he had been carrying out the mission issued by the bishop: to hunt down the pagan alchemist Paracelsus.
In order to find clues, he had almost traversed the whole of Rome, following clues, and finally arrived on this ship.
As for the identity of Huai Shi, it was just a disguise he had chosen to use to get on the ship. That unlucky cellist had long been abandoned in the wilderness.
He had to kill the heretic before the ship arrived at the New World, and then return from the New World.
In an instant, he recalled the cause and effect, but he felt more and more absurd in his heart.
No, something was wrong.
"I'm not Huai Shi?" he whispered softly. "I'm … Van Helsing?"
I'm a cellist? I'm a musician? I'm a demon hunter? I'm Huai Shi? I'm Van Helsing?
Who am I?
At that moment, he subconsciously groped for the suitcase, trying to find more about himself. Finally, he touched something that did not originally exist in the suitcase. No, it did not even exist in this story.
A book?
No, it looked more like a diary.
When he opened the title page, countless electric lights flashed in his mind, crisscrossing, tearing through the layers of fog and deliberately created darkness, and suddenly illuminating the whole situation.
Countless broken records finally pieced together again, forming a complete track.
"I'm Huai Shi …"
He groaned from the pain in his head, as if he had finally woken up from the deepest part of a nightmare. Even so, he was still trapped in the nightmare.
He could feel the part of Van Helsing that existed in his body, bringing with it a burst of thirst for blood.
Now, his body had become a Demon Hunter with the Rank 3 Vampire Stigmata.
Whether it was the indescribable thirst or the mission that seemed to be engraved in the Stigmata that he could not violate, it all proved this.
But what was going on?
Did he suddenly transmigrate?
What the hell?
What happened?
Why did he come here inexplicably?
A series of question marks kept emerging in his mind, and he finally became aware of the wall hidden behind his consciousness, as well as a confused gaze overlooking from somewhere.
"Ai Qing?"
At that moment, on the cargo ship, Ai Qing felt a sudden headache.
As if there was a chain reaction, with Huai Shi's awakening, the shackles imposed on her head also loosened and cracked open a gap.
"Oh? A second inspector has noticed the effect of 'cognitive interference' so soon? "
KP slowly turned back and smiled helplessly. "It's not good to have too much inspiration and intuition … No, to some extent, the two of you are a perfect match."
It was as if she had been isolated in another world for a moment.
KP was still narrating the story and explaining the rules to others, but at the same time, his eyes were looking at her as if he had split into another person, looking at Ai Qing's confused expression.
Soon, the faint intuition turned into a flash of inspiration, breaking through the sealed memory. She woke up from her trance and obsession and knew where she was.
There was no need to hesitate.
At that moment, Ai Qing instinctively drew her gun and pulled the trigger.
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