"He should go back to find Ayan."
The rickshaw moved forward on the gravel road. Chen Ling sat in the car, his face extremely grave.
He didn't know which link had gone wrong, making Han Meng suspect him so quickly. Han Meng even paid out of his own pocket to send him away, just to interrogate Chen Yan alone.
But the problem was that all his paths were now blocked.
Even if he turned back to find Chen Yan, not to mention whether he could arrive home faster than the law enforcers, once he left the rickshaw, Han Meng would soon find out, and then his suspicion would be difficult to clear.
Next, he could only see how Chen Yan would deal with it...
However, Chen Ling had already made up his mind that once his identity was exposed, he would directly flee from the Second District. After all, it would take time for Han Meng to come from the Third District.
As for Chen Yan, he was an ordinary person who didn't know his identity as a fuser, or even what a fuser was... Even if something happened to him, Chen Yan wouldn't be implicated.
"Brother, you said you have no money." The man pulling the cart panted and looked back, "Even Magistrate Han Meng reimbursed your travel expenses. Your identity is not simple."
"Hehe, it's really not simple."
The image of Han Meng emerged in Chen Ling's mind. He felt a surge of anger stuck in his chest and then asked, "How long will it take?"
"Soon, about ten minutes."
"No need to be so fast. Run a few more laps around this street."
"...Ah?"
"Just run as I say. Anyway, he will be charged according to the number of kilometers." Chen Ling sneered, "Doesn't he have a lot of money? I'll help him spend it properly..."
"Well, then I'll really run!"
"Run to crowded places and let people see you, so he can't deny the debt."
"Got it!"
The man pulled Chen Ling and ran more than a dozen laps on the busiest street in the Second District. It was clear that the man was also very excited. After all, the extra distance was enough for him to pull customers for two or three days.
When Chen Ling got off the car, the man's mouth grinned to his ears, and he almost wanted to kowtow to this God of Wealth on the spot.
Since he was the only one "forcibly dispatched" and Wu Youdong wouldn't arrive for a few hours, Chen Ling could only go to Bingquan Street alone to join the law enforcers of the Second District patrolling there.
As soon as he reached Bingquan Street, Chen Ling frowned.
Yellow warning lines almost blocked the entire street. The smell of blood still lingered in the air. The low and dilapidated buildings on both sides were empty, with no human figures. Only a few scarlet bloodstains splashed on the white walls, which were shocking.
Chen Ling bent over and crossed the warning line. His feet were full of broken stones, as if a ferocious beast had appeared here and massacred the entire street.
"What is this..." Puzzlement appeared in Chen Ling's eyes.
In the distant ruins, several figures in black and red uniforms were moving. When they saw Chen Ling stepping into the warning line, they went straight up.
"Are you the reserve from the Third District? Why are you here so early?"
Chen Ling handed over his transfer order and pushed the blame to Han Meng, saying that he had asked him to set out as soon as possible.
The law enforcer nodded, "It's good to come early. We are short of hands... My name is Qian Fan, the law enforcer currently in charge of Bingquan Street. You will work with me these two days."
"Okay." Chen Ling paused, "Brother Fan, what exactly happened here?"
"Haven't you heard?"
Qian Fan asked in surprise, "The night before yesterday... that is, the day when the Gray World converged, a disaster ran to the Second District and killed half a street of people."
Chen Ling was stunned, "The night before yesterday?"
"Yes." Qian Fan nodded, "Didn't Ma Zhong, the magistrate of your Third District, tell you? During this convergence of the Gray World, two disasters may have escaped... one at level five and one at level three.
The one that appeared in your Third District was Level 5, but it didn't seem very destructive and caused minimal casualties... The Level 3 one in our Second District may be low-level, but it's extremely bloodthirsty..."
Hearing this, Chen Ling's mind was already overwhelmed.
He had always thought that the one in his mind was the only disaster that escaped from the Gray World... But now there was another one?
"What about the Level 3 disaster? Was it caught?"
"If we had caught it, why would we need so many people here?" Qian Fan sighed, "After the massacre, the disaster disappeared... But some enforcers witnessed its direction of departure—it should have gone to the Back Mountain."
Back Mountain...
Chen Ling remembered that the Back Mountain was located between the Second and Third Districts.
"These two disasters are strange... Normally, after causing a commotion, disasters are quickly caught—partly because of their large size, and partly because they can't control themselves from continuing to kill... But these two disappeared simultaneously, as if they'd vanished into thin air!"
Chen Ling's heart stirred, and he pretended to ask casually, "I heard there's a type of person called... Fusers?"
"Fusers..." Qian Fan shook his head, "Do you think fusing a disaster with a human is easy? To fuse with a disaster and survive, you must meet three conditions... First, you have to ensure the disaster doesn't kill you. This alone eliminates 99% of disasters, since most have no self-control.
You could say we first beat it to near-death, but the next problem is ensuring your physique matches it... There's no way to predict that.
Humans and disasters are entirely different species. For them to match is as unlikely as picking up a random stone and finding your name naturally carved in its patterns.
Even if you're lucky enough to meet the first two conditions, you still have to ensure that after fusing with the disaster, you won't go crazy from its will... As far as I know, most Fusers are lunatics and don't live more than a few years."
Chen Ling retorted, "So according to you, the chance of a Fuser appearing is almost zero?"
"Exactly." Qian Fan nodded, "But I hear the Fusion Faction is researching ways to increase the success rate... I don't know how far they've gotten."
Previously, Chen Ling had always thought he was a Fuser, but after hearing Qian Fan's description, he wasn't so sure...
His connection with the "Audience" was entirely based on the theater—it didn't seem to involve the fusion process he'd described... Although these "Audience members" did occasionally drive him crazy.
At the same time, a thought flashed through Chen Ling's mind.
If he wasn't a Fuser...
Could it be possible that he could also master his own path to godhood?