The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 85
Seeing Inspector Han whose cognition was still stuck in the past, Mo Zhen shook his hands extremely violently, explaining to him in a persuasive manner.

"No, no, don't think that I'm still thinking about the wallet. I'm trying to use the existing [information] to give a reasonable explanation, avoid introducing more unknown content, and let your [cognition] change. within the acceptable range."

"After all, the invisible man is an established reality that has already happened. You wouldn't want to add another [teleporter] after the invisible man and glass products, would you?"

Han Mingzhe held his forehead with a headache, not because he thought Mo Zhen's statement was too absurd.

On the contrary, he didn't believe what Mo Zhen said at first, but now that his attitude towards the truth has changed, he began to be a little suspicious...

"Okay, okay, I see, I will try my best to understand the set of things you reasoned out. When you go back next time, record your statement with me and explain in detail the story of you and your wallet and the encounter with the invisible man. "

After speaking to Mo Zhen, Han Mingzhe turned around and said to his subordinates.

"You guys continue to investigate the scene and find out if there are any clues that can give a more reasonable truth. If not... let those 'experts' find the invisible man and the glass man!"

Everyone was dumbfounded and suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.

But after listening to Han Mingzhe's words, he was full of energy, as if he was influenced by the other party's [personality], his heart seemed to be on fire, and everyone's blood boiled, vowing to find out the truth.

"Yes!"

From that day on, the agents of Ham City's [Bureau of Order] knew that mental illness was also contagious...

"Thank you for your cooperation, if there is anything to contact."

Walking out of the gate of [Maintainment Bureau], Mo Zhen fluttered further and further away with the night wind.

As he walked, his steps became lighter and lighter, and the smile on his face gradually became wilder.

Tonight, Mozhen has gained a lot. His body, which was almost sub-healthy, burst out with the vitality of an athlete at this time.

Pedestrians on the street couldn't help but look sideways at his windy figure.

This kind of true and false detective game made Mo Zhen very happy to play, and now the joyful and joyful emotions surged in his body.

While the body couldn't restrain the excitement in the body and walked at a high speed, the reasoning show of tonight was reflected in his mind.

The more plausible the content is, the more false it is, and the more seemingly absurd the content is, the more real it is.

True and false, fictitious and real, mixing fish scales and snake scales, how can anyone see the original appearance of the truth?

"No way, who made me just a half-baked reasoner? Let me infer the other party's ability to move in space from the claw marks covered by blood. I'm afraid I will really be sent to the [Mental Correction Center]? Hahaha Hahahaha, a spiritually civilized society is still waiting for me to build, sorry, Inspector Han~"

In the fourth second after Mo Zhen entered the room, he observed a few shallow claw marks in the dried blood.

These claw marks were divided into two groups, one on each side of the corpse.

He immediately drew the width between the two sets of claw marks in his mind, and made up the size of the claws.

It didn't take time to think about it, a girl in a green robe and green hair immediately poked out her claws from the vortex and appeared in his mind.

As for who the "glass product" is, there is no need to say much.

"It's none of my business if I get caught. I haven't used the [information] that I met you, and it's none of my business if I don't find out. After all, I've tried my best to reason."

When Mo Zhen woke up from his thoughts, he had unknowingly returned to the container.

Originally, he had to walk for more than an hour, but now it took him less than half an hour to walk, and he didn't feel tired at all.

We don't care about the outcome of this case.

Because it has nothing to do with Mo Zhen.

It's none of his business for now...

After collecting an incomparably large number of inspirations, Mozhen's creative passion has once again exploded!
Since he started, the series of events he encountered, like a chemical reaction, kept intertwining and colliding in his mind, generating endless sparks of inspiration.

The novels he constructed before are like a rough skeleton, which is filled with flesh and blood as inspiration gradually fills.

Finally, tonight, in the hall full of free souls, an absurd literary work that combines love, suspense, reasoning, crime, magic, ethics, art, religion, belief, philosophy, and many elements of society will be released soon!

[Book Title]: "Game of Evil" (The full text is in the extra episode, it seems to be in the fourth volume)

【Author】：Mr. Xu

[Introduction]: This is a sinful game, this is a trial of fate!Among the seven men and women who bear their own sins, who will be redeemed and who will be punished?The voice of God sounded at this moment: Bloom, bloom as much as you want, on the soil of sin, bloom the flowers of art!
【Chapter 1 The Beginning of Jealousy】

【Let's play a game】

Accompanied by this voice, I woke up from the dilapidated room.

Faced with the sudden and strange situation, as a high-class artist, I quickly got up and organized my appearance...

(The following omits a bunch of hypocritical nonsense in the original text)
Walking out the door, I meet a few people who are as deeply involved in weird games as I am.

They are respectively, a greasy middle-aged man who is as fat as a pig and greedy to the bone, a man with blond hair and eyes like a snake, a dwarf girl who is indifferent and arrogant, a flirtatious bitch with bright clothes and a bohemian heart, and a dull man with glasses who has a dull expression and a lazy expression.

Ah……

This combination can be called Les Miserables, which made me feel endless sadness.

God!

What a crime I have committed!
Why, you want to exile me to this hell that is insulated from art!
When I looked at the last person desperately with tears in my eyes, I saw...

miracle!

Every finger of his is pressed at the pinnacle of aesthetics, every strand of his hair has been measured artistically, every outline of him is a masterpiece carved by God every minute with a hammer!

I can hardly breathe!

Looking at his eyes, my heart wanders, listening to his voice, my soul trembles.

He is a walking artwork, and he is a miracle created by God exhausting his divine power on the last day.

His every frown and smile are exuding damn charm, and his every word and deed are all tempting me into the abyss of sin!

Why!Why does such a perfect man exist!

Why!Why is such a perfect man not me!

I'm ashamed to say it, but I have to admit it.

There is a fire in my heart.

This is proof that jealousy breeds within.

I, who thought I was out of the world, was jealous of this man.

(End of this chapter)