Chapter 139: Dangerous Heresy Handling Bureau

Bai Liu also finds something else strange - he is not allowed to use props in the real world, because the system has restrictions on him.

Except for some items related to desire fulfillment, which can be used in reality without restriction, most items cannot be used in reality and are restricted by the system, just as Bai Liu was restricted from using his skills in reality before.

Usually the higher the level of the item or skill, the greater the restrictions on the player's ability to use it in reality.

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

The system warned him, but after the warning, Bai Liu clearly felt the coin attached to the cross vibrate twice, and then he was able to use it.

But even under the patronage of the evil gods, many of Bai Liu's props cannot be used directly.

But this Tang Erda, by the sound of his voice, seems to be able to use props in reality beyond the limits of the system.

Bai Liu sees two possibilities for this situation.

The first is that Tang Erda's special status as a time traveller allows him to escape the system's scrutiny and restrictions.

But Bai Liu thought this was unlikely, because if this man had escaped the system, he wouldn't still be a player, and Tang Erda had obviously seen his little TV, which proves that Tang Erda was still in the game.

The second possibility is that Tang Erda was not acquired from the system at all.

It is likely that this person has a thorough understanding of the nature of the game, the props, the evil and the reality.

Tang Erda is likely to have taken advantage of his profession - the leader of the third detachment of the Department of Heretical Hazards - to use evil objects that had landed in real-world replicas, collected by this Department of Heretical Hazards and then used as his own props.

Bai Liu has previously discovered that after a copy of a game is cleared, the monster is the reward for props that are generally associated with the monster, and in some cases even the monster itself.

For example, the previous copy of Siren Town rewarded fish scales, amulets, and fish bones; the last train to the explosion rewarded the shard of the mirror that caused the explosion, and Bai Liu's recently released copy of Love Orphanage rewarded blood lingzhi.

It's as if the game is deliberately awarding these evil things that cause all the calamities as rewards for completing the quest and then allowing the player to take them back to reality to use them.

The mirror that suddenly appeared to be worth a fortune, the recipe for the blood lingzhi that those investors in the orphanage had suddenly discovered - it was as if some being was deliberately transporting these things, which aroused the most evil, insane desires of the human heart, to reality in a steady stream with the help of the player, a hub overwhelmed by his own desires -- this could well be the way the game loads copies into reality.

The interface of something evil - this is the term used by Tang Erda to describe Bai Liu.

It has to be said that this is an apt term to describe players who constantly move between the game and reality, using evil objects in reality in order to fulfil their desires, players who act as a medium for the game to load copies of the core evil objects into reality, much like an interface indeed.

And if this man was a devotee of the evil gods, he must have been a rather efficient interface - for the frequency and speed of loading evil things into reality through him must have been higher than ever.

Because of the blessing of the evil gods, Bai Liu is less restricted in reality than any other player, and he has felt this.

If it can be used for profit ...... Bai Liu's eyes deepened for a moment.

"It's quite an evocative 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 the trade, Bai Liu had to admit with regret - it should be illegal, and if Lu Yizhan found out he would probably be read to death, so forget it.

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

Quicker to smuggle these evil items into this real world quickly and then out to the relevant industries for patent and smuggling fees, he could have the full channel of the profits earned from the evil goods ...... Just thinking about it Bai Liu feels sorry for himself now- -It's a great avenue for enrichment.

Unfortunately it's not legal - as evidenced by Tang Erda's attitude, late in the game they've touched the interface here with him as an evil thing, and he should die quite badly.

Bai Liu looked through his system panel again and found that without the shelter of the fish scales and the cross, he was indeed unable to use any special items anymore, and he was also unable to use his personal skills - using skills to trade with people was also now out of the question.

Sitting in the small dark room, not knowing what time it was, Bai Liu mentally sighed that Tang Erda was a worthy opponent who had faced him many times and had eliminated all risks almost as soon as they met.

I could tell that I had suffered many times under him and really hated him.

It's not that Bai Liu didn't want to ask for help, but people like Tang Erda wouldn't leave him any gaps to exploit.

If he's right, Tang Erda will soon have someone else to keep him company - he doesn't sound too good when he talks about [the Wandering Circus].

Hopefully these people will understand what he meant when he sent them his last text message before he was caught and had his phone confiscated, Bai Liu doesn't want to see his property caught up in this base.

Bai Liu leans against the wall and slowly closes his eyes.

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U of C, 3rd floor of the 2nd dormitory.

Mu Sicheng looks blankly across the room at the bed rolled up in white cloth - Liu Huai's bed, which he had just returned from an incident after logging out and being taken to the police for questioning.

Even Bai Liu, a pickpocket in nature, probably considering the mental shock Mu Sicheng had gone through, let him off the hook today and didn't let him into the game right away. Bai Liu just sent Mu Sicheng a text message saying he would be in the game tonight and told him to get some rest first, not saying exactly when he would be let into the game.

When he closes his eyes, all he can think about is Liu Huai being hit by a bus and bleeding all over the floor.

He stared straight at the message Bai Liu had sent him on his mobile phone at 9.16pm, a message in which he knew all the words Mu Sicheng knew, but in a series he was unable to recognise them as if he had dyslexia.

[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 emotionally drained, disorienting daze continued until there was a knock on Mu Sicheng's dormitory door.

Mu Sicheng stood up in a bit of a trance and opened the door straight away, "Lao San, don't you have your dormitory keys with you ......"

He stops talking as Mu Sicheng and the policeman in the special dark grey uniform outside the door meet eye to eye.

The policeman put one hand behind his waist to grip something and looked warily straight at Mu Sicheng: " Mu Sicheng, we have something we want to ask you directly, please come with us."

Mu Sicheng paused for a moment and then said, "I've just come back from taking my statement, haven't you finished asking all the questions you want? Is there anything else you want to ask me that you can ask tomorrow? I'm very tired and I want to rest."

He was referring to the Liu Huai incident.

"We're not from the traffic department." The policeman showed him his papers, "You are connected to another very serious social accident, please cooperate with our investigation."

Mu Sicheng's somewhat lax gaze swept past the back of the policeman's waist and fell as if he hadn't yet returned to the papers he had held up for him to see.

He muttered, "Dangerous Heresy Exclusion Field Unit 3 Coded ......"

Mu Sicheng was quiet for a long time after reading.

"Although I Buming understand exactly what department you are and Buming understand why I'm suddenly associated with some serious social accident, I will cooperate with your investigation." Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and he rubbed his face wearily, "But can I take a bathroom break before I go? I've been at the police station all day taking statements and I've never been allowed to go to the toilet and I've been plied with water and I've only just returned."

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

The face of this university student is one of very outward, exhausted weariness, and it feels as if he could fall asleep at any moment while holding the door open.

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

Mu Sicheng doesn't look like a humanoid heretic at all; he looks more like a perfectly normal, ordinary man implicated in a heresy that drove him mad.

Considering our own captain is not always reliable when it comes to catching heretics and has had so much to drink tonight ......

"Yes." The cop hesitated for two seconds and finally relented, "You have one minute, and you can't close the bathroom door."

"I'm a citizen, I can't even go to the toilet without being watched, can you at least give me some privacy? Mu Sicheng was a bit speechless, but seeing that the policeman had a serious look on his face and wanted to insist, Mu Sicheng shrugged his shoulders and agreed, "Fine, if you don't feel inferior after watching it."

The moment he pulled the zip of his jeans down, the policeman outside the door looked a little uncomfortably at him because of the joking remark he had made earlier, and in that moment, Mu Sicheng's eyes, which had been tired and loose, were instantly sharp. He kicked the bathroom door shut, locking the unresponsive policeman out.

Then, as the police shouted for the door to be opened, Mu Sicheng's tight arms dangled from the shower and swayed a little, then, with his feet together, he kicked open the air vent with a vengeance, and Mu Sicheng followed the force of the swaying with a fluid movement through the vent.

The moment the police officer guarding the outside kicked open the bathroom door, he looked at the kicked vent, looked out with a stony face and spoke into the intercom, "Report, the proposed humanoid heretic number 004 has just escaped from the bathroom vent on the 6th floor and disappeared, have you seen the escaped humanoid heretic number 004 down there? "

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

Only the vent was seen open, but no one was seen coming out of it, which means that Mu Sicheng disappeared into thin air in the bathroom.

It really is heresy!

The police officer took a deep breath: "Report, the heretic with the proposed number 004, who is said to be very good at stealing, has escaped due to my personal negligence, I will be punished when I return, inform other squads to be careful to catch those heretics named by Team Tang tonight!"

"They're all very cunning!"

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In the hospital corridor.

The police officer guarding Liu Jiayi outside her ward is communicating with the team from the special unit that has arrived unexpectedly.

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

The team member in the dark grey uniform showed his ID: "We are from the Dangerous Heresy Unit, we have taken over the Blood Lingzhi case which has caused a great social impact, and Liu Jiayi is a very important witness in the Blood Lingzhi case. We are not at liberty to reveal too much specific information, you can directly ask your superiors to confirm our identity."

The two policemen guarding Liu Jiayi glanced suspiciously at the weapons carried by the visiting group.

Handcuffs and wristcuffs, all armed, if they were right also with anaesthetic needles and steel bar cages, and two or three armoured vehicles covered in green poncho parked outside the hospital.

This is not like the stance of moving an important witness, this is more like the stance of trying to apprehend an important suspect.

Only after the two policemen had called and confirmed with their superiors that the men who had come were really from the regular department did they let them go in disbelief.

The group quickly and neatly donned their gas masks, a move that startled the other two officers again.

The group didn't just bring their own, they also distributed two to the two puzzled policemen to bring with them, and advised, "Comrade, when we break out and go in later, if a black mist fills the wards, you must hide far away, don't inhale or touch it, and try to stand in the passages where the wind convection velocity is higher, it's poisonous. "

"Was there a noxious gas leak somewhere in the hospital?" Two bewildered police officers inquired.

"No, it's a lot scarier than that." The third team member 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 scattered extremely quickly across the ward in a fan? with pistols raised to surround the small bulging mass on the bed.

The leader of the group was about to fire, but soon he sensed something was wrong and raised his hand in a gesture of suspension of action, "Wait."

He took a step forward, holding his gun up to the small mass on the hospital bed, then all the team's nervous eyes jerked the covers off - inside was an ugly doll made of pillows about the size of Liu Jiayi, spitting its tongue and grinning nastily, as if to mock the group who had worked all night to catch nothing The team.

" Liu Jiayi Where is everyone?!" The leading team member looked to the two policemen outside the ward.

The two policemen were also confused: "Look at the surveillance, she was asleep in the hospital bed! The door and window were closed, where could she have gone?"

Liu Jiayi was in a sealed ward and completely disappeared.

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

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Mu family villa area.

The third team member sitting on the couch looked across at Muke, who was covering his heart, with a headache.

Muke was frowning and biting his lower lip, his face as white as a sheet, his hands clutching his heart, and Muke's father and mother were both present, circling Muke nervously.

Papa Mu lifted his cup of tea, the third time he had served tea tonight, and his tone was as cold as a threat: "I'm not sure what kind of dispute my son is involved in, what kind of major social incident could he be involved in if he's a preconditioned patient who doesn't leave his house and doesn't even take a couple of steps to scare us?"

"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 for it?!"

Papa Mu slammed his teacup onto the coffee table and blew his beard and glared: "Don't think that I, Mu Jingwu, can just be pinched by anyone, and that you can take my son away just because someone rushes into my house and says a few words. I don't think I've read any books!

Muke, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, pretending to have a heartache, squinted at the slit in one eye to see the ugly, embarrassed looks of the team members sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

But he is soon silenced by Muke himself, frowning as he lies back on the sofa, his face almost transparently white, as fragile as if the team could kill him with a touch.

The players were also having a hard time, but there really wasn't much they could do about Muke.

The unreliable captain of Team Tang said Muke wasn't strictly a heretic, but he had to be brought in.

Because Muke has no skills to attack others in any other timeline, he is more of an external spokesman for Bai Liu, relying on his excellent memory to handle and sell the various heresies born at his hands.

Muke has no skills, but plays an important role as an intermediate hub and transfer point for Bai Liu's gold-devouring network built on evil objects, acting as a manager for Bai Liu's underground criminal team.

For many years Bai Liu relied on Muke to contact others under his command and pass on information, Bai Liu hid himself so well that the Dangerous Heretics Bureau thought of Muke for many years as a deranged madman who collected money from evil objects, but in the end they realised that Muke was only one of Bai Liu's cards on the table, and that he was the real king of ghosts. The real king of ghosts is hidden deeper.

Muke relied on his illness for years to muddy the waters and play dumb with the Heresy Bureau, and when things went wrong, he would fall to the ground with his eyes closed and start playing games, so they had to send Muke to hospital for treatment, which made Su Yang's hair stand on end every time.

It was the same this time.

Muke is not like the others, he has a father of great stature and a natural protective layer of disease.

Tang Erda's forcible capture of Muke did not meet the requirement that the heretic must have had a harmful effect on humanity, and the department could not afford to force Muke's capture - after all, Muke's heart condition was real, his identity was not simple, and it would be a very difficult matter if the man died in the Bureau of Heresy.

Muke, the unskilled heart patient, looks as fragile as a cat made of crystal, but in the eyes of the rest of the third team in the timeline, Muke, the patient, is evil, sinful and cunning.

But this is not the case, because, as Tang Erda says, Bai Liu protects the people around him, like Muke, very well.

Muke, both in and out of 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, and runs the guild, probably out of empathy, he has even saved a number of desperate unskilled players in the game.

This is why in other timelines it has been difficult for the Heresy Bureau to deal with Muke - because in a narrow sense, Muke has not had a harmful effect on humans, he is somehow just a normal human being.

Muke only invested in projects that he thought were good, and he could well say that he did not know what the consequences of investing in them would be - after all, Muke invested in quite a number of projects, many of which he did not even check carefully, and Muke could certainly say that he did not know that they were evil.

Because indeed it doesn't look like it either.

These are, at first glance, ordinary mushrooms, unexceptional antique mirrors and beautifully crafted sculptures of mermaids.

Muke thought it was a good project and pitched it, he wasn't even involved in the exact process, so he would have to be judged a heretic unless Muke himself admitted it.

Just as it is now.

For Liu Jiayi, Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu, three heretics for whom Tang Erda can positively hold evidence of a crime and who have caused harmful effects on humanity and are actively committing crimes, it is possible to arrest them by force.

But not for Muke.

Tang Erda can't tell if Muke is being tricked or if he is actively working with Bai Liu.

There is no direct evidence in each timeline that Muke is subjectively willing to help Bai Liu, or that he is simply a poor man who is coerced by Bai Liu into being an accomplice, and the line between good and evil is strangely blurred in Muke's case.

Muke's father refused to comply and even said that he would call the police, saying that he would use his special connections and that the third team members would return home.

Muke, who had been lying on the sofa pretending to be sick, sat up, breathing heavily, and opened his mobile phone, which contained a message sent to him by Bai Liu at 9.16.

[Beware of roses and hunters, I may die at the hands of a hunter, don't wait for me, get out of here].

Muke's face hardens as he grips his phone.

Dead at the hands of hunters? The group that came for them tonight, were they [the hunters]? Was Bai Liu already captured?