This endless world

"Zero, and Cheng Xiao..."

Zheng Zha withdrew his gaze from the people behind him, and looked at the clock tower in the distance where the minute hand had moved forward again. He gritted his teeth unwillingly: "Even Pharaoh died inside his secret base. The clues we finally found are broken again... What is going on!"

"Pharaoh has been dead for a long time."

Without time to worry about the missing Zero and Cheng Xiao, Qi Tengyi opened the sonic explosion channel at the first time, and quickly told his information: "From the shape of the wound and the general situation of the body, Pharaoh's death time should be more than twelve hours, that is to say, he lost his life before we entered the Watcher world..."

Due to previous experience, this time Qi Tengyi opened the exit of the sonic explosion channel directly inside the secret base. When Zheng Zha stepped out of the channel, the first thing he saw was Pharaoh's body still sitting on his chair. It was exactly the same as what everyone saw before the world was reset.

"No corresponding special elements remain."

Before Zheng Zha asked, Chu Xuan said the answer Zheng Zha wanted: "The cause of death is natural death, there is no sign of any external influence."

"Damn it..."

Listening to the bad news that came one after another, Zheng Zha's momentum surged, as if he was about to burst out completely in the next moment, destroying everything around him... But he knew that even if he really did this, it would be useless.

Rorschach, who had never appeared when the Watchers were formed, the clock that kept approaching the boundary of twelve o'clock, the teammates who disappeared silently in the reset of the world, and the Pharaoh who died inexplicably in his secret base... Clues appeared one by one, and disappeared one by one in front of Zheng Zha, as if there was an invisible behind-the-scenes mastermind, who was against the Zhongzhou team who was pursuing the truth.

——And the most annoying thing is that even if Zheng Zha knew that it was Dr. Manhattan who was behind it, he couldn't find any trace of that man now.

Since entering the main god space, Zheng Zha has rarely experienced such a confusing situation, being at a loss, and even having difficulty in identifying where the enemy is. Whether facing his own clone or encountering the non-face with immortal power, he can maintain abundant fighting spirit and strong determination.

However, at this moment, Zheng Zha really seemed to have transformed into Don Quixote fighting against windmills. Even with powerful power, he seemed to find no stage to display it... What if he could change the trajectory of the moon and smash the earth? If he couldn't understand the triggering conditions for the world reset and couldn't find Dr. Manhattan, everything was empty talk.

"Where is the Pharaoh's cat?"

Just as Zheng Zha was getting anxious, Chu Xuan suddenly asked a question that Zheng Zha had never expected: "Where is his cat?"

Zheng Zha widened his eyes in disbelief: "What time is it, and you still care about his cat?"

"The Pharaoh never lets his cat leave his hands, unless..."

As he said that, Chu Xuan ignored the confused Zheng Zha, took another step, and walked around behind the Pharaoh's chair. As expected, there was a red, curled-up cat there, and at this moment, it was already dead like its owner.

"Okay, we found his cat."

Zheng Zha watched Chu Xuan carry the cat's body out: "But what does this have to do with our current situation?"

"The cat's body has the same trace elements as those on the Comedian's badge." Chu Xuan replied calmly.

"There is none on the body of the Pharaoh, but there is on the cat of the Pharaoh?"

Zheng Zha was stunned, as if it was difficult to imagine the causal relationship between the two: "What is going on? Could it be that before Dr. Manhattan killed the Pharaoh, his cat jumped on the big blue bald head of the doctor first, so it was contaminated with the corresponding trace elements..."

"There are two mistakes in your words. First of all, this cat is a creature created by the Pharaoh based on the energy in Dr. Manhattan's body and combined with genetic technology. Otherwise, why do you think he would stay with the cat all the time?"

Chu Xuan glanced at the body of the red cat in his hand and said calmly: "Secondly, the Pharaoh was not killed by Dr. Manhattan."

"...Not killed by Dr. Manhattan?" If Zheng Zha could understand what Chu Xuan said before, then Zheng Zha completely didn't understand this sentence. Fortunately, he looked at Qi Tengyi, Luo Gandao, Zhao Yingkong, Ming Yanwei and Luo Yinglong and the other five all looked confused, and then they secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Who killed him? It couldn't be suicide..."

"It was indeed suicide."

Before Zheng Zha finished speaking, Chu Xuan interrupted him. The young man walked to the body of the Pharaoh, carefully looked at the other's sitting posture, and explained to Zheng Zha: "Dr. Manhattan agrees with the Pharaoh's ideas, so he won't do anything to the Pharaoh; and the wise man like the Pharaoh who planned the layout of sacrificing millions of people will naturally understand what it means to "enter the game with his body", and even if he really dies, he will definitely leave enough clues."

"Why did he sit upright in the last moment before his death, with the pupils in his eyes looking straight in a certain direction? That's because he saw something, something that would make him sacrifice his life."

"-Some truths about this world that can only be seen when sitting on a chair."

Then, Chu Xuan stretched out his right hand without hesitation and pushed hard, pushing the corpse that was still sitting upright before death straight away. And it was at this moment that the chair that was originally silent and located below the Pharaoh suddenly changed.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the chair that lost its owner and the stone platform below slowly floated up, surrounded by a soft and mysterious halo. These haloes seemed to be composed of countless tiny symbols and patterns, emitting a brilliance that did not belong to this world. Just behind the chair, a ring-shaped halo structure with no front and back rose slowly, as if integrating the concepts of time and space...

"That's the basic situation... That's it."

Then, facing this "chair" suspended in the air, which looked more like a small aircraft than a traditional "chair", Chu Xuan did not hesitate at all, and turned around calmly as usual--

Just like that, he sat on that position without hesitation. (End of this chapter)