Trickster Hunter

Chapter 373 Diary

"Then where are these people now? Let them take out the relics of the scavenger... Of course, I won't take it for free, I will pay for it." Sun Hang said.

"Remuneration? Money?" The little old man looked Sun Hang up and down, "No one here wants money."

"Of course it's not money, it's supplies, the living supplies you urgently need." Sun Hang said, "Whatever those businessmen can provide, I can provide. I only need to make a phone call, and a truck full of supplies will stop at Outside."

"Really?" The little old man narrowed his eyes, "How can you, a mere cop, be so capable?"

"I'm not a police officer from the Public Security Bureau." Sun Hang showed a mysterious smile and took out a book of documents.

This is the investigator certificate of the Anomaly Investigation Bureau - every monster hunter has one. It is used to provide the hunter with a sufficient certificate in situations where it is not suitable to expose the hunter's identity, but the identity of the peace officer is not enough. Law enforcement status of authority.

Temporary investigators can only be regarded as cannon fodder. Even a newly hired police officer can boss them around. But once the prefix of the investigator's profession is "full-time", the status between the two will instantly flip. Even if he is an ordinary police officer, even if he is the leader of the Public Security Bureau, he will have to put on a smile before talking to him.

After becoming a hunter, Sun Hang learned that for a temporary investigator to become a regular investigator, the difficulty is no less difficult than for a scumbag who has been playing in high school for three years and wants to sprint and finally pass the 985 exam when there is only one month left to take the college entrance examination. of.

If the college entrance examination is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, then the temporary investigator becoming a full-time investigator is like walking on a tightrope... If the former falls and swims twice in the water, he still has a chance to climb ashore, but for the latter, once he loses his footing, there is a bottomless abyss.

It's rare to even have a whole corpse left.

"Anomaly Investigation Bureau?" The little old man's eyes suddenly changed, but then he shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you are from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau... You know, our population here is very mobile, who knows what? Where are the people who have divided things gone now..."

"Can't you find any?"

"That's not the case, but it's hard to find anyway... Even if you can find it, there's a good chance that what they have in their hands is not what you want." The little old man rolled his eyes, "But, in my hand Something that might interest you."

"In your hand? Do you also have the 'relics' of that scavenger?"

"Little old man, I am old and in poor health. I cannot go out to pick up garbage... If these young people were not willing to give me a bite to eat, I would have frozen to death outside." said the little old man.

Sun Hang obviously didn't believe his words - the survival of these scavengers was already very difficult, and who would be willing to use the already tight supplies to support such a bad old man?

What's more, judging from the environment where this little old man lives, his life is not bad. There is a brand new hot water kettle on the coal stove nearby, and there is a tea bag string clamped at the spout. ... In this kind of environment, there is still a guy who is leisurely making tea. I am afraid that he is still a long way from freezing to death.

"Those young people are very quick. That guy didn't come back for three days, and his things were all divided up." The little old man continued, "When I went up to clean up, there was only some garbage left that no one wanted. ”

"Garbage?" Sun Hang's eyes lit up, "What kind of 'garbage' is it?"

"The leftover food packaging bags, the toilet paper used to wipe the buttocks, the spittoon cracked in half... In addition, there is a diary." The little old man said.

"Diary?" Sun Hang was slightly startled.

Who the serious person keeps a diary?

"Yes, a diary... It's a pity that I don't know much about reading, old man, and I can't understand what he wrote." The little old man said, "But it seems that this thing can make a fire, and can be used as toilet paper if it is crumpled. , I kept him.”

"Can you show me?" Sun Hang asked immediately.

The little old man didn't speak, but stretched out a hand to Sun Hang.

Sun Hang suddenly realized a problem. The so-called "reward" he could offer now... seemed to be really only money.

It's a pity that in the eyes of these people, whether it is banknotes, coins, or the string of numbers in the electronic account, they are all worthless.

Sun Hang couldn't help but miss the "Maoyun Town" in the occupied area.

Money is damn valuable there.

Sun Hang rummaged through several pockets on his body, but didn't find anything suitable for trading... In the end, he simply took off his coat and handed it to the little old man: "Is this clothes enough?" ?”

"Enough, of course!" the little old man took the coat with a smile, "Speaking of which... young people are in good shape. It's so cold in this weather, and they don't even need clothes. Do you want me to lend you an old cotton-padded jacket? Even though it's torn It’s a bit old, but at least it won’t freeze you to death outside.”

"No need, my physique is different from ordinary people and I am not afraid of the cold." Sun Hang said casually, "Can you give me that diary?"

"Okay, okay, don't worry." The little old man turned around, picked up the black-covered book that was thrown next to the coal stove, and handed it to Sun Hang.

Sun Hang suddenly wanted to scold his mother.

At least half of the pages in this diary had been torn out. As for where the torn pages went, just look at the burning coal stove nearby.

The little old man's eyes were very thief. He also noticed the subtle changes in Sun Hang's expression and said quickly: "Don't be upset. Everything you want is still in there and has not been burned."

"What's the meaning?"

"This book was also picked up by that guy. It seems to be a student's exercise book. The first half of it is full of arithmetic problems that give me a headache just by looking at it. The second half is the diary written by that guy."

Sun Hang took the diary and flipped through it roughly - the old man didn't lie to him. At the front of the diary, there were a few pages of arithmetic problems that had not been torn out. Among the remaining pages, starting from page six, It's the diary of the scavenger.

Sun Hang couldn't help but secretly sigh that he arrived in time. If he had arrived a few days late, I'm afraid even the rest of the diary would have become the old man's firewood.

Sun Hang flipped through the diary, seemingly only glancing at each page, but under the effect of bullet time, he read the contents of each page carefully several times - this feeling , quite a bit like the "quantum wave speed reading method".

After reading the scavenger's diary, Sun Hang suddenly realized a problem.

The person shown in the diary does not look like a braggart on the surface but full of scheming in private. Instead, he looks like a mentally ill patient with an extremely unstable mental state.

These diaries are composed of two parts: text and pictures. The content of the first entry is about a humanoid creature whose painting is as profound as Kandinsky's true biography... It can be vaguely distinguished that the painting is a woman, and there is thatch on the head of the humanoid creature. The same unkempt long hair, and two circles on the chest to represent secondary sexual characteristics.

Of course, the main basis for differentiation is the second one. After all, among this group of scavengers, there are quite a few men with long hair.

Around the head of this humanoid creature, there are lines that seem to be used to describe the luminous effect - drawing light or a halo around the head of a humanoid creature, Sun Hang has only seen it in one type of work.

religious works.

Whether it is the Christian Jehovah, the Buddhist Sakyamuni, or some gods from minority myths, in their portraits, without exception, their heads are surrounded by halos.

As if to reflect the divinity of these gods, the higher the status of the god, the larger and more complex the halo around the head.

So...the picture in this diary is a god? A goddess?

Sure enough, in the text below this picture, the first paragraph is "My goddess! I love you so much! Your appearance is simply a ray of sunshine in my dark life! Those vulgar people will not understand, This world is completely over, and you are the only one who is the ultimate salvation!”

"This guy...does he believe in religion?" Sun Hang raised his head, looked at the old man and asked.

"Religious? Not sure. Anyway, there are no Buddha statues, crosses or anything like that in his relics. This guy seems to have never seen him doing anything like worship." The little old man replied after thinking for a moment. , “When it comes to religious belief, the guy who lives on the fourth floor is the funniest person. , he obviously can't eat pork. Once I cooked a pot of pork, this guy grabbed it faster than anyone else. Others asked him if it was pork, but he was still anxious and insisted that it was not pork. Pork... In my opinion, religion is all a self-deception.”

"I'm not interested in topics like pork. I just want to know whether the dead scavenger mentioned anything about goddesses, gods, or redemption." Sun Hang asked again.

"You mean the things written in his diary, right?" The little old man pointed to the diary in Sun Hang's hand.

"Have you seen it?"

"Of course I have seen it, not only me, but many people in this building have seen it... At that time, they thought this guy would write down some locations with rich supplies in his diary, but they found out after reading it , it’s all fucking nonsense.”

"Didn't you say that you don't know much about literacy and can't read his diary?" Sun Hang suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Uh..." the little old man's expression froze, "I... I can't quite understand it, but that doesn't stop others from telling me the contents of the diary... During the time when this guy just disappeared, he This diary is used as a joke by others. What goddess, what redemption... In our opinion, it is just a fantasy that comes out of this guy's mind after being suppressed for too long. "

"That's okay. After all, when people are doing craft work, they must fantasize about some good things... But this guy writes these things down in his diary, which is really laughable." The little old man continued to ramble, "If I were him, even if I wasn't dead, I wouldn't have the shame to come back here after knowing that my diary was made public."

"Okay... thanks." Sun Hang nodded to the old man, then took the diary and left the building.

"Hey, young man, you really don't need to borrow an old cotton-padded jacket? It's more than ten degrees below zero outside! I'm giving it to you, and you don't have to pay it back. That's okay, right?" the little old man's voice sounded from behind.

"It's really unnecessary." Sun Hang glanced at the old cotton-padded jacket that was stained with various stains and the cotton had leaked out, and waved his hand vigorously, "I told you, I'm not afraid of the cold."

In the surprised eyes of several scavengers and homeless people, Sun Hang, wearing only a knitted sweater, quickly walked out of the construction site. As he walked, he repeatedly thought about the contents of the diary in his mind.

The last dozen diaries are similar to the previous ones, basically describing his love for the "goddess"... In the words of ordinary people, it is "nonsense", and in the words of Internet buzzwords, it is undoubtedly "going crazy".

This is not a diary, it is clearly an abstract literary work that is crazy from beginning to end.

Standing on the empty road, Sun Hang suddenly had an illusion, could it be that he was groping in the wrong direction?

After the videotape disappeared, Sun Hang used his ability many times to track down the whereabouts of the videotape, but found nothing... But at that time, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and there seemed to be a voice in his subconscious telling him that the weird scavenger was the source of the clue, so he came here to search for the scavenger's remains. The remains are the only clue Sun Hang can think of... After all, the other party's remains have "disappeared" from this world when the videotape was paused.

The scavenger girl told Sun Hang that after the scavenger spread the news that the underground commercial street was full of blood, he still lived in this unfinished building for a while... That is to say, during this period of time, he would often go back and forth between the underground commercial street and the unfinished building of the shopping center.

It is likely that he was exposed to the videotape of the strange things at that time.

Sun Hang originally thought that he might find a few strange things in this guy's relics - but when he walked into the building, he found that he was wrong.

There is no trace of strange things here at all.

Or... the strange things in the relics have been taken away from here.

[P.S. The flu was rampant some time ago, and my dad and my friend were both infected. I thought I had escaped the disaster, and I was brave enough to go out for a ride in the cold weather... But my throat started to hurt yesterday, and I collapsed today. I started to have a high fever, a crazy stuffy nose, and fatigue and pain all over my body... This chapter was basically written in this state. I even feel that my thoughts are more chaotic and abstract than that of the scavenger who wrote a diary...

I really don’t have the energy to check the grammatical errors and typos in this chapter. Please help me find them when you have time. Thank you. ]