Balloons (Thanks to Uncle Ba for the Alliance Leader)

The Venerable One's ten fingers twitched in the air, as if selecting some kind of document in his mind, or as if twitching some kind of memory thread.

"Commissioner Luo Di."

I don't have a body as strong as yours, strong enough to kill Pseudo-Human, but my brain is exceptional, especially in terms of memory. I can remember many things and connect them using lines to achieve a certain balance.

Based on the relationships you've developed so far, it seems you prefer to be called "Mr. Di".

Born twenty years ago in the No. 13 Resettlement Community of Jupiter City.

His father, Luo Kangquan, and mother Tang Lizhen, were both ordinary workers.

My older sister Luo Yuyan, graduated from Jupiter City Fourth Middle School and works as a document administrator in an ordinary office.

You should have grown up normally in such an ordinary family. Unfortunately, in the year you graduated from junior high school, a rather serious Imposter incidents occurred in the Residential Zone 13.

Including your family, a total of twenty people in the community have died.

The Pseudo-Human caused this incident failed to escape and was ultimately killed on the spot by the investigators.

But... did you know that several people at the Jupiter City Investigation Bureau were on leave that day? Furthermore, six hours before the incident, the bureau received a report from a citizen, but because there were no concrete leads, the investigator who answered the call didn't follow up immediately.

If they had taken things more seriously, perhaps this tragedy wouldn't have happened.

Don't you think so?

Unfortunately, tragedies like this happen every day in various cities. After all, we live in a remote corner, in the most dangerous place, and we should have been prepared to face tragedy when we were born here.

To have a good beginning and a good end is the greatest luxury; to be able to live on one's own is already the best outcome.

Faced with the information about Luo Di's family that the Venerable One so easily gave him, including things he didn't even know, Luo Di showed no expression, remaining expressionless as if he were deep in thought.

Seeing this, the Venerable One once again directed his attention to the metal box on the table.

"This gift is something I prepared especially for you. All the 'information' you want is in here, including information on other similar Orphanage -like institutions, Pseudo-Human- organizations scattered across different regions, and their illegal activities in the shadows."

All the "dark side of the moon" is packaged in walnuts; simply eating them will grant access to all the memory information.

Don't worry, it's just a memory carrier and won't affect your brain.

The Moon City is indeed riddled with festering sores, just as you can see; it's rotten to the core.

But why is it that even though the entire city is in such a state of decay, it can still maintain a state of stability and peace?

Why are there so many Imposter groups in Moon City, yet no large-scale unrest has ever broken out?

Why is it that every year, the amount of pituitary glands sent to headquarters is still the largest and of the highest quality from our region?

Why do they knowingly ignore the problem?

The Venerable One slowly spread out his arms, displaying his entire body.

"I believe Mr. Di already has the answer in his heart, it is precisely because of... my existence! Benjamin."

I am the weight on this city's scales; the oversight team I created spends many times more effort than the investigators to maintain the city's balance!

Think about it, how many people die every year exploring the corners? Only with a large number of pituitary glands producing results and a large number of investigators being formed can more talented people be selected to explore the corners.

Under my influence, the entire Moon City, as the largest high-quality pituitary supply base, has vigorously promoted human exploration of every corner, increasing the possibility of the continuation of human civilization.

Throughout human history, every event related to the survival of civilization has been filled with sacrifices.

Just think, when the corner first appeared on this island nation, how many people disappeared? And how many more died during the initial exploration? Hundreds of millions, even billions!

Compared to these victims, what are the dead in Moon City?

The residents here were originally exiled and dismissed as non-contributors, and some were even involved in crime.

What kind of lives would those children in Orphanage lead without my supervision? Would they be thrown into the trash by their parents, sold as commodities, or involved in the organ trade?

I gave them a new life, taught them how to survive, and showed them a path to upward mobility.

Even if they fail on this path and become Pseudo-Human, they still have the opportunity to survive and become trainers or dispatched personnel of the Surveillance Team.

Their pituitary glands also need to be recycled and turned over for use in the exploration of corners.

As for the overall state of the Surveillance Team, you've already seen it.

Everyone trained and worked diligently and systematically, collectively bearing the weight of the Moon City and maintaining the stability of this crumbling balance.

The Venerable One suddenly lowered his posture and looked at Luo Di with a smile:

"Mr. Di ... if you are willing to join us, I am willing to invest 50% of my resources in you."

Just like the "Moon City Special Zone" specially arranged for you on my 4hs website, I can meet all your needs in the Human World.

The serial killer group I control can serve as nourishment for your growth.

After all, as long as you eventually make it to the Exploration Bureau and explore the corners of the world as a representative of humanity, I will have served the country.

The Venerable One picked up another small snack and put it in his mouth, lowering his voice slightly and leaning forward to shorten the distance between them:

"Of course, you can also treat everything I'm saying as nonsense and remain determined to kill me. However, you'll have to deal with the mess you leave behind yourselves."

Once I die,

The entire Moon City will be in turmoil, and this long-suppressed festering sore will finally erupt.

And Mr. Di, you will also be labeled a "murderer" for killing me, a dedicated public servant, and will forever stand on the opposite side of humanity.

Your parents in heaven probably wouldn't want this outcome, and your friends probably wouldn't want to see you become like this either.

Just a reminder to you is that

I didn't create Moon City; I was just an administrator who was selected by the capital and assigned here.

Even if I don't do these things, many more people will rush to do them, and some will even do them worse than me.

Therefore, Mr. Di, please make your choice.

I personally enjoy horror themes like serial killers, and the ultimate responsibility of the Surveillance Team is to cultivate a decisive explorer to serve the country.

If Mr. Di is willing to be our final answer.

The moon will be your back and your new house.

If you are not interested in this, you are free to leave. I will continue to operate 4hs to help Mr. Di complete the final pituitary gland repair.

If you intend to leave Moon City directly, then we'll have to say goodbye forever.

If you want to kill me, now is the best opportunity.

The Venerable One leaned forward repeatedly, deliberately displaying his neck.

Luo Di remained expressionless throughout.

He didn't listen to the Venerable One's words at all; from the moment he stepped into the building, he was pondering the simplest question.

To kill or not to kill?

He used to be able to come up with an answer quickly, but this time he hesitated.

He had clearly sealed his head with Jaw Ripper, he had clearly stimulated his brain with a wire, and he was clearly perfectly conscious.

This time, however, the decision is difficult to make.

Killing him would likely only be a temporary solution. Luo Di would become a murderer for killing an important member of the Investigation Bureau, and might even be sentenced to death, forever unable to fulfill his promises to others.

Most importantly, the Moon City itself may remain unchanged, making his killings meaningless.

If he is not killed, he will not be worthy of being associated with the term "murderer," nor will he be worthy of going to the True Hell.

Seeing the neck so defenseless and easily severed, Luo Di ultimately did not make a move.

He needs to return to the hotel.

Soaking in the cold bathtub, I pondered deeply, realizing I needed to address the root of the problem.

He might need to return to Pluto City, back to the Mental Hospital he knows best, take medication, and hang on the shackles to think things through.

Bite!

Luo Di no longer looked at the venerable one before him, nor did he offer any reply. His gaze was indifferent as he rose and left.

"Mr. Di, if you have made up your mind, you are welcome to come back and meet with me anytime. I look forward to our cooperation and hope that we can have a good discussion about the theories related to the serial killer when we meet next time."

The Venerable One did not see the guest out, but simply waved his hand to open the door.

The elevators that were previously under repair have also been put back into operation.

Luo Di took the elevator back to the first floor and walked out of the so-called "lunar weight" concrete building.

Bathed in moonlight

Walking along the Moon Ring Street late at night.

His mind was still caught in the dilemma of whether to kill or not.

So much so that after he crossed the pedestrian crossing, he didn't notice a person walking towards him.

Snap!

Luo Di only felt that he had bumped into something very light. When he came to his senses, a thin, malnourished Girl had been knocked to the ground. She looked to be no more than sixteen years old.

It was a hard fall.

Even if the skin is scraped,

Even though blood was flowing,

Even if the pain has already been transmitted to the brain,

She still gritted her teeth and held onto the balloons tightly in her hand.

This was her sales target for the day. If she couldn't sell enough balloons and earn enough money to go home, she didn't know what her alcoholic father would do to her.

However.

Because he was deep in thought, Luo Di forgot to conceal the murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at the Girl.

Ordinary people couldn't stand that kind of gaze.

A single glance was enough to terrify the Girl. Even though she instinctively wanted to grab the balloon in her hand, she let go because she was too scared.

One by one, the colorful hydrogen balloons were released and floated into the sky.

The Girl looked up at the balloon that had slipped from her grasp. Her survival instinct spurred her frail body to straighten up abruptly, even though her arm, which had just been injured, was still bleeding profusely.

She jumped with all her might, trying to grab the balloons back.

But her fingers kept drifting further and further away from the balloon.

An overwhelming sense of despair filled the Girl's eyes almost instantly. Her body, which had stopped jumping, began to tremble, as if she had already imagined what it would be like to go home later.

Sudden,

The Girl turned her gaze to Luo Di in front of her.

They threw it at the "culprit" who caused the balloon to slip out of their hands.

Luo Di kept looking at the Girl, at her thin body, at the faintly visible wounds, and at the despair on her face after losing the balloon.

current,

The two looked at each other.

Luo Di had expected the other person to look at him with anger and blame because of the lost balloon.

But what we actually saw was something else entirely... It was a look of wanting to die, a look of utter despair for life, a look of seeing death as a release.

Buzz!

A loud tinnitus echoed in Luo Di's brain.

His jumbled thoughts were suddenly emptied.

He looked up at the colorful balloons floating in the sky, recalling his experiences since arriving in Moon City, and the unforgivable murderous Girl named Wendy.

My mind, which was as chaotic as a tangled mess, seemed to have been untangled by an extra string that untangled everything.

"You have received a face-to-face transfer of 1,000,000 rubles."

The Girl's account received a notification, which startled her.

Following closely behind,

The young man walked up to her, but instead of granting her wish to die, he Sleight of Hand produced a small Metal Container and handed it to her.

"Here you go... Live well, and then leave this city."

The Girl didn't thank her; she simply nodded earnestly.

It seemed that the young man in front of her was the first person to speak sincerely to her, the first person to understand her heart.

She would take whatever was in that container seriously.

Watching the Girl walk away, watching her figure disappear into the night, Luo Di's mind was clearer than ever before.

"It seems I'm still far from being a real 'murderer,' and there's a long way to go."

If it were Hua Yuan, she wouldn't have so many useless thoughts. Back on the island, I even told her not to overthink things, that it was a very simple matter.

Yes, it's such a simple thing, why worry so much?

If this world is truly rotten, then I must be the first to ooze pus...

Hell is my home; if I don't go to hell, who will?