Irrefutable Evidence

Praise the sun!

The righteous Sun Knight began his charge.

The female ghost had never seen such a sight before. The holy light shone brightly, as dazzling as the sun, almost burning her ghostly body to ashes. Heaven have mercy! After she awoke, the people she had bullied and tormented were only weak and pitiful mortals. Why did such an oddball appear today?

She screamed and transformed into black mist, attempting to hide and escape.

But it's too late!

Kang De swung his sword!

RUA's single sword strike landed squarely on the center of the black mist, delivering a critical hit. Yet, it was as if the product manager had created a multicolored black, silver of Dou Qi, physical transparency, white of holy light, and red of Flame, all mixed together in the deep, inky blackness, before rolling out.

The female ghost let out a scream, revealing her true form. She staggered backward, her face filled with terror and resentment.

Kang De his sword and stabbed again.

This attack was like opening a new instance of a dungeon, with the raid members fighting side by side against the boss. Physical damage, Dou Qi damage, magical damage, Flame damage, and holy light damage all surged up in one go.

The female ghost was scorched by the holy light, and the intense radiance annihilated the black mist surrounding her. She had suffered severe injuries, and her non-physical illusory body was collapsing layer by layer from the inside out.

Holy light is purifying everything about her.

Purifying her resentment also purifies her evil—those bloodthirsty, resentful, and ruthless things that shouldn't exist in the human world after a person becomes a ghost.

Her black pupils gradually faded, and a ray of light appeared on her pale face, as if splitting apart. The wailing and screaming female ghost struggled. In life, she was a human, ordinary and kind, but she suffered a fate she should not have had to bear. In death, she became a ghost, and her resentment blinded her, making her insane, hysterical, and indiscriminately hating all living beings.

Perhaps knowing her fate, the female ghost, though constantly wailing and struggling, had her eyes fixed on Kang De, her face filled with immense resentment.

"Don't hate me."

Kang De said calmly, "I was awakened by a chill while I was sleeping. I sensed an extremely evil spirit in the living room, displaying great hostility and malice towards me. According to my principles, once I discover this situation, I will immediately exercise my right to unlimited self-defense until the other party dies."

"Besides, this is the first time I've encountered an enemy like you. I didn't know you were so weak. I'm sorry."

There was no sarcasm in his tone.

Because what he said was true.

That's absolutely true.

Seeing the female ghost's current appearance, he could roughly guess that she might be burdened with great obsession and resentment, or perhaps she had suffered extremely unjust and tragic injustices in her previous life.

If he encounters such a situation, he's actually willing to intervene.

But who told her to act this way? Blame it on this ruthless female ghost who left no room for maneuver, thus not giving herself any chance to speak.

The female ghost seemed to understand Kang De's words, howling even more miserably and angrily, but as the holy light further purified and diffused, her ghostly aspect gradually dissipated.

A calmer, more vulnerable, and more rational side of human nature was revealed.

She looked at Kang De with a pleading expression on her face.

Kang De sighed, "What's your name? Who killed you? Do you have any evidence?"

The female ghost was startled at first, then nodded in surprise. Immediately, she showed a look of panic, because she couldn't speak, and her time was running out.

Kang De said, "Write it down, just write it in a figurative way."

The female ghost immediately raised her hand. Her body had been almost completely purified by the holy light, and her every move was accompanied by a halo of light. Kang De watched the trajectory of the floating light.

Li Jing.

Xie Guangjun.

Then she hesitated for a moment.

He looked at Kang De with an apologetic and fearful expression.

"Is the evidence gone...?"

Kang De nodded. "It's alright. Heaven is watching what people do. Even if physical evidence fades, the human heart can't deceive Heaven and Earth. As long as he's alive, there's a chance the truth will come out, and justice will prevail. I'll take this case."

Li Jing looked like she was about to cry.

Kang De nodded calmly. "Then, rest in peace."

Holy light swept across.

The female ghost's expression had become incredibly calm. She looked at Kang De and gave him a peaceful and grateful smile—if it weren't for the countless grievances in her heart that needed to be released, who would willingly become an ugly and insane vengeful ghost?

Then, she vanished in the intense glow.

A moment later, Kang De turned on the light.

All traces had vanished, along with the faint chill and decaying smell that had filled the room. He sheathed his sword and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then I suddenly came to my senses.

"... Damn! It really is a ghost."

Moreover, it's so weak.

He planned to spend the night in this bedroom and then travel directly to the White Mist World to get a gun tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, after midnight, a sudden chill woke him up. He sensed an extremely cold and evil creature in the living room. Due to the extreme vigilance he had developed after spending more than a year in the other world, he immediately activated his ability to return to the White Mist World, and then traveled to his apartment in his own community. He retrieved the equipment he had borrowed from the Good Family's treasure room, and returned fully armed.

And that was it.

"And it seems to be a female ghost..."

Kang De tossed his helmet aside, stroked his chin, and muttered, "I feel like I've missed out on so much..."

It's about resolving attachments, repaying kindness, becoming a follower, and offering oneself in marriage.

Of course, I was just kidding.

He has no intention of showing any mercy.

Since I sensed an extremely evil aura and felt the other party's hostility and malice, the only principle of the battle is to kill them all!

But this does not contradict his promise.

Self-defense is one thing, promising to uphold justice for the other party is another.

Ghosts and humans are different.

He was simply seeking justice for a poor woman who had been wronged.

Now that we have the power, why not do it?

"Xie Guangjun..."

Kang De walked into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his phone, and tapped on [beep--] Baidu.

--To be honest, this scene was rather funny.

Because he was still wearing that majestic temple armor.

Search it.

Naturally, a whole bunch of useless information.

There are over a billion people in China, so there must be many people with this name. With all this random, misleading information, how could anyone possibly find it...?

Ask Old Wang for help?

No, that won't work.

Not to mention that Old Wang is already somewhat suspicious, even if he finally confesses, he will never let Old Wang help investigate this matter. After all, for that female ghost to harbor such resentment, she must have extremely cruel methods. Xie Guangjun either has a very powerful social background or is an extremely vicious murderer.

He didn't want Old Wang to get involved in this kind of thing.

There's always a way.

Kang De muttered to himself, "Besides, I'm not in a hurry."

People have all turned into ghosts, what's the rush?

If you can't find it right away, it's no big deal to let you have some more freedom.

--However, interest will be charged.

Dawn.

Kang De jumped up early in the morning, took a taxi back to his house, unpacked two oversized suitcases, ran back to the haunted house, packed up the suit of armor, and happily carried it back.

Although it wouldn't really matter if it was just left there, he still felt uneasy.

--From Xie Guangjun.

He carried the two suitcases into the house, then took out his phone and made a call.

Agent Xu.

The call was answered instantly, and a warm voice rang out. "Brother Kang!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries with him, Kang De said, "Agent Xu, I'd like to ask you a question."

"You said."

"Besides you and me, how many owners have there been of that house? Was it only that one owner?"

Agent Xu, seemed relieved. As long as Kang De wasn't coming to him to cancel the purchase, everything was fine. "It should be more than that, but this family has owned this house for a long time, and they only recently started making trouble... you know, so they can't even bother the previous owner."

Kang De's expression shifted slightly.

He said calmly, "Then do you know who the previous owner was? Or, can you find out?"

Agent Xu, said with difficulty, "Oh dear, this is a bit troublesome, because that transaction didn't go through our company, and even if it did, we can't disclose it..."

He said apologetically, "This is, after all, a matter of client privacy..."

Kang De was not disappointed; his experience in another world filled him with patience.

He said, "It's alright, I understand. And, there's one more thing."

Please speak.

"If anyone calls you during this time, asking about that house and who bought it..." Kang De said calmly, "You can say whatever you want, but please don't mention that Xiaoman paid for it for me, okay?"

Agent Xu paused for a moment, then said in a strange tone, "I understand, I understand."

--You beast, what do you know?

But Kang De was too lazy to argue with him. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he was about to hang up the phone.

Just then, Agent Xu, cautiously asked, "Brother Kang, is that room... comfortable?"

Kang De said calmly, "I didn't stay there."

Agent Xu, was momentarily speechless. "Then why did you...?"

Kang De, suddenly seized by a playful impulse, said, "Buy it as an investment! For example, I could hire online trolls to create hype, then find some online writers and marketing accounts to amplify the story, turning it into one of the top ten haunted houses, and then turn it into a guesthouse or something. We could specifically lure those bored, silly streamers and traffic-grubbers from Douyin and Yumei to film videos there. If done properly, the value of this house could double in a year!"

"..."

On the other end of the phone, Agent Xu, remained silent for a long time.

Goodbye.

Kang De hung up the phone.

I'm in a good mood.

He dragged two suitcases into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and was about to stuff the two large, suspicious-looking suitcases inside when he frowned.

A batch of packages arrived yesterday, so he tried out the Fantasy Enchantment Grand Construction, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Although we still ended up with a bunch of unfinished products.

But this time the result was better, which further confirmed his guess.

The success rate, or rather the progress of the Fantasy Enchantment, is directly related to the "fidelity" of the enchanted target and the materials used. For example, he tried the Infinity Gauntlet again. The one he found in the neighborhood before was just a silly Razer-style gauntlet made of PVC material, which could only emit light or something. This time, he got a metal one, an alloy gauntlet with a rubber lining, which was obviously much thicker.

Although the final result was still a failure, the enchanting progress was clearly several steps ahead of the plastic gloves, meaning that Kang De's conjecture was verified.

"When I have money in the future, I can directly pay for custom designs and have companies design and customize for me from the most realistic and faithful perspective. The amount of money doesn't matter; the important thing is the accuracy!"

Kang De stroked his chin and hummed, "In that case, putting everything else aside, he's definitely going to be labeled an ultimate, devoted, and wealthy fan—although this devoted fan's interests might be rather broad."

He gathered up the fragments from the bottom of the cabinet, put the box back, and then placed the fragments and broken blades on top of the box—he would take them with him on his next journey.

Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door.

Kang De frowned and quickened his packing, but then his phone rang. He simply grabbed all the stuff and stuffed it into the cabinet, letting it rattle and bang around inside. Then he kicked the sliding cabinet door and ran into the living room. "Coming!"

The door opened, and there stood Old Wang.

Old Wang stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him. Seeing that he was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his eyes showed a hint of hostility, and a hint of conflict.

Seeing her like this, Kang De felt a little uneasy.

He definitely sponged off a woman yesterday.

Although they were unwilling to admit it, they said they would provide some gold.

But that is indeed the truth.

After all, they were somewhat guilty.

Old Wang was also very conflicted.

She tossed and turned all night thinking about it, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the idea of Main God Space was a bit far-fetched.

Ultimately, it's just fiction.

It's just the author making things up.

How could it possibly happen in reality?

Once this thought arose, other ideas began to emerge in her mind to support her doubts.

After all, her previous reasoning wasn't actually that rigorous.

Maybe it's just a simple time travel.

The reason for that feeling of being in another world might be due to the difference in the flow of time between the two worlds; Kang De may have stayed there for a relatively long time... perhaps that's the case.

She convinced herself of this.

Because she genuinely didn't want Kang De to go to such a dangerous place as the Main God Space.

But... what if?

It's not that I don't want to ask, it's just that I'm afraid of that one thing, that one thing that might be overlooked.

This left her feeling extremely conflicted.

The girl stepped into the room and headed towards Kang De's bedroom.

Kang De was startled. "Hey..."

Xiaoman turned around and said, "Why don't you play on your computer?"

Because the bed in the bedroom was so neatly made, it was immediately clear whether or not someone had slept there last night. Xiaoman only needed to glance at it to guess where Kang De had gone last night.

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

If Xiaoman had taken the initiative to ask, Kang De would no longer have been conflicted.

Just tell them the truth.

He said, "Let's play—would you like something to drink?"

Xiaoman casually replied, "Black tea."

It was really just a casual remark.

At a time like this, neither of them was in the mood for that awful joke.

Kang De went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea, while Xiaoman sat down in a chair.

The bed was neatly made, which made sense; Kang De must have gone to that haunted house last night.

There are no ghosts anymore...

The girl glanced around and noticed that the wardrobe wasn't closed properly; it seemed to be stuck in place by something.

She got up and went over to take a look, and found a golden object, like a finger. She squatted down and took it out—no, it was part of a glove.

And look at the colors and patterns...

As a seasoned Marvel fan, Old Wang naturally has a deep impression of this thing that makes countless people unable to sleep at night. "This is... the Infinity Gauntlet?"

"How did it break?"

She wanted to open the cabinet door to find the other parts.

But the next moment, the girl froze on the spot.

--Wait a moment.

The material seems a bit off.

It feels heavy in your hand.

Moreover, the feel and material... are also very strange.

It is neither metal nor plastic.

The colors, the patterns, the wondrous, mysterious beauty—it even surpassed the feeling presented in the film.

No other manufacturer could create such exquisite props.

Unless this is... true.

Wang Xiaoman instantly felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Just as she began to have doubts, another bombshell of irrefutable evidence struck.

Kang De killed Thanos!

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PS1: Updated, 4500 words.

PS2: Mainly, after lying in bed until noon today, the fever and chills were basically gone, but my tonsils were swollen and oozing pus, and even swallowing was so painful I questioned my existence. So I went for an IV drip this afternoon. I hope I get better soon. My head doesn't hurt anymore, so I can still write a little, but as usual, only one update. That's all, goodnight everyone.