Atlas of Heaven and Man

After the knife-wielding man left, the silver-haired man leaned back in his seat, waiting for the matter to be resolved.

This abnormal request was most likely caused by that little brat, so as long as that little brat is taken care of, there won't be any abnormality.

In fact, most anomalies are like this, especially in these remote areas, where few people around have proper citizen identities, making them very easy to deal with.

After waiting for a while, a gunshot rang out in the distance. The silver-haired man frowned and inquired through his Realm Interface:

"Da Chen, what's going on?"

A voice immediately came from his ear: "There's a fighter inside. This person has implants, and they also have guns. It's a bit troublesome."

The silver-haired man cursed: "This damn place just has a lot of damn problems."

He turned his head and said, "An Dan, can you interfere?"

In the back seat was a short-haired woman with purple eye makeup and a somewhat lazy expression. The implants exposed on her neck extended to her back and the back of her head, and she had added exquisite decorations to them.

Hearing this, she nodded. She closed her eyes, seemingly contacting something. After a while, she said, "Okay, I have already transmitted false cognition to the fighter's implants, and his Realm Interface field connection has also been disconnected by me."

"Alright."

The silver-haired man then said to Da Chen, "Solve it quickly." Then, he had his Realm Interface bring up his collection of music and played it. Instantly, a long wolf howl came from his ear.

This was his favorite song by the Solar Band — "Legend of the Wolf". Along with the music, his body began to sway:

"Madness, excitement, like the sea…"

"Assertive, unrestrained, like the scorching sun…"

"Under the heavens, I am a lone wolf running…"

After waiting for a short while, Da Chen returned from outside, his knife covered in blood.

The silver-haired man opened his eyes and looked out the car window. "Is it settled?"

Da Chen nodded.

The silver-haired man said, "Let's go!"

After Da Chen sheathed his knife and got into the car, the SUV turned around and left.

On the way back, Chen Chuan and Lao Qi encountered a light rain, and the sky became gloomy. The headlights of vehicles and neon lights on the road were reflected on the car windows through the rain, turning into blurry patches of color.

Chen Chuan then asked, "Lao Qi, do you know where I can buy a map? A map of the Central City."

Lao Qi thought for a moment and said, "Going this way, there's an old magazine store about two kilometers away that sells them."

Chen Chuan said, "Then please take me there. I might also buy some other things while I'm there. It's not far from the academy here. I'll walk the rest of the way myself, and you can go back early."

Lao Qi agreed. Three or four minutes later, the car drove to the front of a store and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. Chen Chuan said goodbye to Lao Qi and got out of the car. Soon after, he found a small shop with a narrow storefront about ten meters away, where he successfully bought a map.

People like him who wear mid-range Realm Interfaces can actually just search on the platform to find out where to go, but maps are very necessary for many people. They don't have much money and can only buy second-hand or third-hand Realm Interfaces, which only have dialogue functions. When going to unfamiliar places, they either find nearby Realm nodes to inquire or rely on maps.

However, he bought this to make it easier to find the address left to him by his parents in this life.

He couldn't use the Realm Interface to search, as that would leave traces.

And even if he found that location, he didn't plan to go there immediately, but planned to wait a while, because regarding this matter, he wasn't sure if anyone else was paying attention.

Lao Qi's voice on the other end was anxious: "Little Brother Chen, that Chong Da Ge suddenly sent me a message just now, but it ended halfway through. When I asked again, there was no reply. Is there something wrong?"

Chen Chuan's eyes flickered slightly. He asked, "Lao Qi, have you arrived home yet?"

"Not yet. Do you want to go back and take a look? Okay, I'll come pick you up."

"Is everything alright at your home?"

"Everything's fine. I've already made arrangements."

"I'm at the station here. I've sent you the location."

Chen Chuan ended the call and pondered for a moment. The Strange Tale had already been buried. As long as Xiao Man didn't dig it out again with her own hands, there wouldn't be any more problems.

Unless…

Hopefully, that's not the case.

After waiting for only a few minutes, Lao Qi's car quickly drove up to him. Chen Chuan got into the car, and Lao Qi said, "I don't know what exactly happened to Chong Da Ge."

Chen Chuan said, "We'll only know when we get there."

In less than half an hour, they returned to the shantytown just now. Looking over, the entire area was dark and gloomy, with only a few places having lights.

After the car stopped, the two walked inside, but after only a few steps, they saw someone lying on the road in the distance, convulsing. Lao Qi said in horror, "What's going on?"

Chen Chuan looked at his Second Self, where strong signs of blurring appeared. Old Qi's vision doubled, and he clutched his head, saying, "Why do I feel so dizzy?"

Chen Chuan grabbed him, his dark, still eyes looking inward, and said, "Old Qi, don't go any further. I'll go in and take a look myself."

Old Qi asked, somewhat surprised, "Is it that thing from before?"

Chen Chuan said with a serious expression, "It's the one from before, but some things are different now." He turned his head and said, "Old Qi, you said you used to hang around in secret society circles?"

Old Qi nodded.

Chen Chuan said, "Then can you get these materials for me?" As he spoke, he sent a list of ritual materials and the required quantities through the Realm Token.

Old Qi hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can!"

"How long will it take?"

Old Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Leave it to me! I can get them by dawn at the latest!"

Chen Chuan took out a stack of money from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "If it's not enough, use my share first."

Old Qi said, "This is enough, Brother Chen. Leave this to me." With that, he stuffed the money into his pocket and hurried towards the car.

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"Old Qi."

Chen Chuan turned and called out to him again.

"What is it?" Old Qi stopped.

Chen Chuan looked at him and said seriously, "Don't push yourself. Your own safety comes first."

Old Qi waved his hand at him, "I know."

Chen Chuan watched him leave, then walked deeper into the shantytown. He saw people collapsed on the ground and immediately quickened his pace, reaching out to lift each person within his line of sight and carrying them to the edge of the abnormal influence.

Some people had fallen inside the shacks. At this time, there was no need to stand on ceremony. He kicked the doors open and carried them out.

The rain from the sky constantly soaked his body, but it was instantly evaporated by the heat emanating from him, turning into wisps of steam that floated upwards.

This shantytown probably housed over a thousand people, but the main area affected was a circle extending outwards from the shack where Xiaoman lived.

He could only bring out the people on the outermost edge who were still savable, while those closest to that area had already died.

He brought out about twenty people in total. Some residents saw his actions. Some tried to come forward to help, while others, possibly with relatives inside, rushed in anxiously, but they all collapsed after only a few steps. Chen Chuan casually dragged them back to safety. Later, no one dared to step forward anymore.

At this moment, more and more people gathered around, silently watching Chen Chuan's figure constantly moving in and out.

After Chen Chuan brought out everyone he could, he walked towards the center. Throughout the entire process, his Second Self displayed strong blurring, and even the Realm Token couldn't be used properly. The light and shadows in front of him flickered from time to time, and the sounds were intermittent, so he simply turned it off.

When he arrived at Xiaoman's house, Brother Chong's body lay at the door. The fatal wound was a cut to the throat, and a large pool of blood had gathered beneath it. Not far away lay a handgun, the one Xiaoman had been holding.

He raised his eyes. Several bullet holes remained on the opposite wooden wall. He slowly walked to the backyard. A mannequin was sitting in the rain, holding the body of a young boy. The mannequin's hollow eyes stared upwards, and the boy had a bloody bullet hole in his back.

He looked at it for a while, took a breath. This weird tale was not something that could be easily resolved.

Moreover, as time passed, the influence of this weird tale might become larger and larger. He couldn't say for sure about other places, but the entire shantytown would be within this range.

The simplest method would be to have those people move away.

But he knew that these people had nowhere else to go besides here. This was the only place they could stay, the only place that could accommodate them.

He turned and walked out. There was still time. Before the area of influence completely expanded, there was still a chance to restrain it.

Around eleven o'clock that night, Old Qi finally returned. He took a large box out of the car, walked up to Chen Chuan, and said, "Brother Chen, everything you wanted is here."

Chen Chuan took it with one hand, "Old Qi, thank you for your hard work."

"This is nothing," Old Qi looked at the surrounding situation and said solemnly, "Brother Chen, are you going to set up a ritual? Let me help you."

Chen Chuan said, "Old Qi, you can't go inside. You should go and rest first. I'll take care of the rest."

Old Qi said, "Alright, Brother Chen, I'll wait for you in the car."

Chen Chuan carried the box back to Xiaoman's shack. He looked at the mannequin, opened the box, took out the tools inside, and began to draw ritual patterns on the surrounding walls.

This was his first time setting up a secret society ritual, but fortunately, after the Secret Society Bureau's refinement and summarization, this restraint ritual was not too complicated. He just had to draw according to the instructions.

What was important was that the person drawing the ritual had to know what the purpose of the ritual was and what effect it would ultimately achieve. He was very clear about this.

As a fighter, his hand was exceptionally steady, and every stroke he drew was accurate and precise. He also paid attention to the places where roughness was needed.

Fortunately, the rain had stopped at this moment, otherwise he would have had some trouble drawing.

After several hours of busy work, as dawn was approaching, he made the last stroke.

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