NABC Chapter 23 Abnormal Bureau Headquarters
Chapter 23 Abnormal Bureau Headquarters
That's quite a grand gesture.
Such a sophisticated layout.
Mu Yuan gasped, and the perception of his Misty Water Probing Technique spread out, finally revealing the true layout of the entire Qinglan Lake.
It's not that the strange creature at the bottom of the lake doesn't want to leave; it's that the entire lake surface is sealed off by a magic array, allowing only entry and no exit.
The eerie atmosphere inside is trapped here, and the malevolent energy is gradually drawn away by the coffin that raises corpses, never reaching a point where it can break through the seal.
The flying zombie slowly absorbed this evil energy inside the coffin and gradually transformed.
When the transformation is truly complete, the entire Cangjiang City will become its prey.
At that point, it won't just be a calamity-level anomaly! It will be an anomaly beyond calamity!
Even the limits of zombies.
Drought!
Those intermediate and low-level anomalies are merely nourishment.
Everything that lurks at the bottom of the lake was meticulously planned from the very beginning.
Their only way out is to use bewitching methods to drag people passing by the lake to the bottom and turn them into new nourishment.
This scheme has been in the works for who knows how many years.
Who orchestrated this? A sorcerer who went astray? Or someone else entirely?
He can't easily make a move on this matter on his own.
The flying zombies and the strangeness at the bottom of the lake are not the problem; the problem is the array talisman that seals the entire Qinglan Lake, and the person who set up the scheme behind it.
If you disturb the coffin rashly, the other party is very likely to notice.
The best course of action is to first report this matter to the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs and for both parties to cooperate.
After all, the antiques owned by the agency have contained incredible power since they were mysteriously awakened.
The last time he held that iron block, it shocked even Mu Yuan.
Mu Yuan emerged from the lake and stood on the shore. With a wave of his hand, a divine power slowly spread along the shore, quietly dispelling the scattered malevolent energy gathered around the lake, and the surrounding air became much clearer.
He looked around and then walked toward the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs.
The headquarters of the Bureau of Abnormalities is not publicly known, and for ordinary people, finding it is as difficult as climbing to the sky. But this is not a problem for Mu Yuan.
The eerie nature is a fusion of ghosts and malevolent energy, inherently restless and extremely difficult to calm.
The strange creatures that have been tamed by the Bureau of Abnormalities and used to control ghosts will gradually become suppressed due to years of being driven by humans. They are completely different from wild strange creatures and can be identified as soon as they are sensed.
Within his field of vision, there happened to be such a place where dozens of eerie auras, with calm and still presence, floated in mid-air, gathering together without dispersing.
About half an hour later, Mu Yuan, riding a shared bicycle, drifted and came to a steady stop on the side of the road.
He looked up at the building in front of him and remained silent for a moment.
Waste incineration station in Cangjiang City.
The old iron gate, the mottled walls, and the acrid smell of burning filled the air.
Two workers were pushing a garbage cart back and forth, looking rather lazy.
However, in Mu Yuan's eyes, one of the workers' hands was wrapped around a black, unusually long tongue, the other end of which was connected to a hanged ghost suspended in mid-air. The hanged ghost mechanically followed the worker's movements, pouring buckets of garbage into the incinerator.
The trash can contains more than just trash.
Mu Yuan glanced at it and saw that the garbage contained some grayish remnants of various shapes, exuding a faint evil aura. They were parasites left behind after strange deaths.
If it is not destroyed in time, it will eventually become a new ghost.
Burning it is the cleanest way to dispose of it.
Seemingly sensing that someone was watching, the worker frowned and turned around.
He was tall and had sharp eyes, but the way he looked in his work clothes and safety helmet was strangely comical.
However, the moment his gaze fell on Mu Yuan's face, his brows furrowed even more deeply.
Because the boy in front of him was staring at his hands.
To be precise, he was staring at the severed tongue of the hanged ghost in his hand.
"You...you can see?"
"I can see them." Mu Yuan nodded, took two steps closer, and said, "Please inform Zhou Gang that someone from the water area has come."
Yuan Rui did not answer immediately.
He gave Mu Yuan a deep look, his gaze lingering on the young man for a moment.
He was young, with delicate features, looking like a college student, but his eyes were calm and composed for his age.
What troubled him most was something else.
The hanging ghost in his hand was trembling. This thing had never trembled in front of him before, but it began to tremble silently after the boy got close.
Either there is an even stronger strange entity within the other person's body.
Either... the other party is the nemesis of the supernatural.
But how could that be? The only nemesis of the bizarre is an even stronger bizarre.
Unable to figure it out, Yuan Rui lowered his head, took out his phone, and sent a message.
A moment later, a reply came.
He glanced at it, then looked up, his eyes filled with a complex expression.
"The bureau chief requests your presence on the third floor."
Mu Yuan lifted his foot to leave, then paused, turned his head to look at Yuan Rui, and glanced at the tongue of the hanged ghost in his hand.
"The eerie things are formed from remnants of souls, and they have their own thoughts. Would you be willing to lick a trash can with your human tongue?"
"Let's try a different training method."
After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to walk into the stairwell.
Yuan Rui was left standing there, stunned for a long time.
That makes sense...
He looked down at the face of the hanged ghost in his hand. The ghost was staring at him with a resentful look, its long tongue hanging limply.
Yuan Rui took a breath, looking apologetic.
"Excuse me, little lick, let's try a different training method."
Upon hearing what the other person said, Mu Yuan's lips twitched.
What kind soul would name a hanged ghost that? Even if someone has a long tongue, you can't treat him like a sycophant.
Never mind, let him do it himself.
......
In the office on the third floor, Zhou Gang sat behind a chair with a cup of tea in his hand. When he saw Mu Yuan push the door open and come in, he raised his chin.
"What is it?"
"There's something we need to work on together," Mu Yuan said, sitting down opposite him and getting straight to the point.
Zhou Gang put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.
Since their last conversation, he had privately inquired with his teachers and senior classmates, and the result was an answer that he couldn't quite explain.
No one has ever truly seen God.
Mu Yuan's methods are mysterious and his origins are unknown, but Zhou Gang is used to explaining things he can't understand in the most conservative way. The other party is probably some kind of extremely rare high-level water-type monster, or what we would call a water spirit, possessing intelligence and abilities beyond the norm.
Whether it's divine or not, he can't judge right now.
But Mu Yuan's strength has already been proven by the results.
"explain."
"The river in the old city has been completely cleared." Mu Yuan's voice was calm. "I left the Yakshas and Water Soldiers there, so it's difficult for low-level monsters to gain any traction there anymore. Therefore, I went to check other places."
He paused for a moment.
"I went to Qinglan Lake today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Gang suddenly stood up, and the teacup made a soft sound on the table.
"You went to Qinglan Lake?"