Atlas of Heaven and Man

After entering the carriage, Chen Chuan found a seat and sat down. At this time of day, there weren't many people in the carriage. The people around him glanced at him a few times and then consciously moved away.

Although he was only wearing casual clothes today, the fact that he could carry weapons openly and the faint sense of oppression he exuded made it clear that he was a fighter.

As the train doors closed and the tram started, the news program on the in-car screen began to play.

"Hello everyone, this is the Luo Qi program. Yesterday, another violent attack by a fighter occurred on Ce Shu Street. This is the twelfth incident this month."

"Yes, there are only twelve documented cases. This data has been verified by the government and is absolutely correct!"

On the screen, patrol convoys roared towards a building, with vehicles on both sides scrambling to avoid them. One car, unable to dodge in time, crashed head-on into the street guardrail, while others stuck their heads out to curse.

"Look, our city patrolmen are once again on their way to the scene."

Behind him, scenes of vehicles speeding through the city appeared one after another, countless images overlapping downwards, dense and innumerable, until a hand slammed down on them.

The screen quickly switched back to Luo Qi's face with his rooster-like hairstyle, but surprisingly, it looked quite pleasing.

"Do you know what? I suddenly thought of the rats in the city's sewers. When they see a corpse, it's like a feast, and they rush towards it. When the corpse is gone, they just wait for the next one."

"Of course, I'm not talking about our diligent and dedicated patrolmen. Remember what our esteemed Director Bao said?"

His accent became low and restrained, "The central city area is large, and there are many places to take care of. Our patrolmen often have to rush to the next location after dealing with one incident. Most patrolmen can only eat two meals a day at most…"

The voice said comically, "Oh~ You only lose your safety, but we lose a meal…"

Chen Chuan looked at the screen. Fighter crimes happen every day. The numbers appearing on the fringe channels sometimes exceed twelve a day, but they don't make it to the mainstream channels.

Of course, the security in the several prosperous districts is stronger, and these kinds of incidents are indeed less frequent. People there don't feel much, but in those marginal areas and unseen corners, there are countless conflicts every day.

The city patrol can only handle some minor public security incidents. Whether it's gang conflicts, fighter crimes, or Functional Disorder Syndrome patients, the patrol can't solve them. They are just put out there as objects for the public to vent and scold.

As he was watching, the tram arrived at the next stop. After a while, he felt a slight strangeness because someone got on the train and sat next to him.

There were many empty seats on the train, and many people didn't dare to approach him, but this person insisted on sitting next to him. Not only that, but after sitting down, this person was dazed, muttering something under his breath.

Wu Bei's somewhat nervous voice sounded in his ear: "Brother Chen, the bio-field on this person is very chaotic, and he has many implants. He may have contracted 'Stupor Disease'…"

Chen Chuan glanced at this person. This person wasn't sitting facing forward, but with his back to him.

Seeming to notice his gaze, he suddenly turned his head. His body didn't move, but his head turned directly to the back, showing that he had undergone skeletal modification, and his two pupils were of different sizes, changing back and forth several times.

Chen Chuan looked at him calmly. Although this person's pupils were constantly contracting and dilating, his eyes seemed very empty and numb. The muscles on his cheeks and skin surface were constantly twitching, and the muttering in his mouth never stopped, vaguely sounding like, "Give it back to me, give it back to me…"

After a while, this person convulsed all over, his cheeks suddenly became ferocious, and his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to rush up and bite.

A hand gently pressed on his shoulder, and as a burst of force penetrated into him, he immediately became unable to move, only his mouth opening and closing, making the sound of bones rubbing, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

In the carriage filled with various advertisements and news sounds, this little movement was inconspicuous. Outside was the constantly moving background, while the passengers inside were all staring at the interface in front of them.

Everyone seemed not to see what was happening here.

Chen Chuan contacted the tram platform using the interface and notified them. When the next stop arrived, the patrolmen and stationmaster hurried up.

They were all experienced. The patrolmen skillfully put a restraint cord on the man, and the medical staff injected him with medicine, and the latter immediately went limp.

The stationmaster couldn't help but spit and curse: "These damn maggots always install second-hand implants on their bodies and dare to do any surgery. They should rot in the slums."

Then he gratefully said to Chen Chuan: "Thank you, sir, for reporting this."

Chen Chuan nodded slightly. He watched this person being taken down. After the tram resumed its journey, he asked Wu Bei: "Brother Wu, did that person appear before?"

Wu Bei replied: "No, he hasn't appeared at all."

Chen Chuan pondered for a moment. Could it be a coincidence?

It really seemed to be an accident. Until the tram arrived at the station, he returned to the Xuan Palace Building without seeing anything unusual.

However, in a corner of the building diagonally opposite, there was a person looking in this direction, watching him walk into the building, and only left after watching for a while.

The next day, because it was the Yao Guang irradiation day agreed with Haijingchang, Chen Chuan went out early in the morning.

Perhaps because of the increased evaluation score, the academy not only gave him the irradiation quota for last month, but also didn't squeeze this month's quota to next month.

So this time, he simply arranged the quotas from the Processing Bureau and Cao Guixi together, trying to lengthen the time as much as possible in one go.

He remembered yesterday's incident, so he kept in touch with Wu Bei along the way.

There were no accidents on the road, and the connection was only broken after entering the警戒area of Haijingchang, because it was impossible to use the interface in this place, and of course, it was impossible to track him using field technology.

As for whether someone would choose to ambush him here.

Although Haijingchang looks desolate, it is surrounded by security patrols, and there are also sentry towers along the road. Moreover, once there is a problem, there is no place to escape in the vast area, so he judged that even if someone wanted to harm him, they shouldn't choose to do it there.

As he judged, there were no accidents during the half-hour walk after getting off the tram. This time, he stayed in Haijingchang for a total of seven hours, and only came out of it at seven o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky was completely dark, and there were no street lights around, only the red light flashing from the distant sentry towers, but occasionally patrol cars would pass by, stopping to ask him from a distance after seeing him.

Chen Chuan successfully arrived at the station. After waiting for a while, he got on the tram. There were still not many people at this time, and the carriage was very empty. Occasionally, a few people got on and then got off.

Only after passing two stops did they leave the area of Haijingchang. At this time, he originally planned to restore contact with Wu Bei, but for some reason, there was no response from there.

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At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the lights in the carriage began to flicker, and the tram seemed to have entered a dark tunnel. The scenery outside became blurred and dim, with only the sound of the tram moving, and a faint phantom began to appear on his second self.

A strange tale?

Or…

However, that faint sense of invasion seemed to still exist.

He thought for a moment. This method didn't seem to be Wei Wusheng's style. Someone else was targeting him, and the other party couldn't have only prepared these things. There should be follow-up.

If this was an action against him, then he really wanted to see what the other party's methods were.

After considering it, he didn't continue to isolate the field invasion, but let it go. In a moment, the surrounding scene returned to what he had just seen.

Very abruptly, it seemed that after a flicker, a person wearing a skull mask stood at the other end of the carriage, his empty eye sockets facing the direction where he was, and then he stepped forward, walking towards him step by step, and the speed became faster and faster. The last few steps had turned into a run.

Chen Chuan could see that as this person approached, the virtualization of the second self was gradually deepening, so he didn't let the other party come up, but calmly raised the Xue Jun knife and pushed it forward. At the moment when the Xue Jun knife came into contact with that person, the person wearing the skull mask disappeared.

Everything returned to normal again. The tram was still moving forward, and the scenery outside was dyed into the carriage with the neon lights of the night.

Did the other party take the initiative to withdraw?

Chen Chuan glanced at the second self. The traces of virtualization on it still existed.

In a dark house somewhere in the Shenwei District, a hunched figure sat there, the four walls were full of holes, and vine-like long branches stretched out from the outside and wrapped around his body.

At the moment when Chen Chuan used his knife to push away the skull-masked man, he suddenly opened his eyes, his whites filled with bloodshot, turned twice, and made a hoarse voice: "It's done."

He slowly stood up and came to a stone niche in front of him. It was a strange statue, like an upright raccoon cat, its mouth and eyes bulging outward, and its claws holding a stone plate, looking extremely strange.

He reached out and picked up a small knife, slowly cutting open his chest. When the gap was open enough, he reached in and cut out a piece of alienated tissue fragments, sprinkled it on the stone plate in front, and then stepped back a few steps, kowtowing heavily.