Supernatural Events Are Coming: Reactions from All Sides

"Fucking hell!"

Jiang Qiao took a deep breath.

He never imagined that the longest he'd ever lived was in a taxi.

This taxi was seriously awesome plus.

It had been running non-stop for half a year; was it nuclear-powered?

And the final stop.

Damn, was it because he hadn't given a specific destination before?

Jiang Qiao recalled that he had only said he wanted to leave the city.

But, but--

Hadn't he tried to give a specific address midway?

Logically speaking, 160 days, it shouldn't be like this, right?

Jiang Qiao pondered, his gaze unintentionally falling upon the words "Idiot" in his talents.

He immediately cursed, "MLGB, the case is solved."

This talent lowered his IQ. After realizing he couldn't get off the car, he must have been trying to force his way out with brute strength the entire time.

And most people would only try a few times.

Looking at the information in the simulator, he had tried countless times.

In the end, he completely lost it.

"This talent is too crazy, too ridiculous," Jiang Qiao muttered to himself.

However, after these two simulations, Jiang Qiao finally had some guesses about the North City District.

These things might not be Malevolent Ghosts, but some kind of Rule-based Anomalies.

Before Jiang Qiao transmigrated, he had seen such things in some games, movies, and novels.

These things were particularly troublesome. They operated according to certain rules, most were impossible to communicate with, and impossible to kill.

Even if you reduced their entire family to ashes, in a few days, their whole family would reappear perfectly intact, posing for a family photo.

It was outrageous.

But conversely, if you triggered their rules.

Then, I'm sorry, they would chase you like rabid dogs, more disgusting than keyboard warriors in a cesspool.

"How should I deal with them..."

Jiang Qiao fell into deep thought, novels and games he had seen in his past life flashing through his mind.

Normally, there were two ways to deal with these things.

One was a low-level operation.

First, find out its activity patterns, then discover loopholes within the patterns, thereby escaping the patterns, and naturally, the anomaly wouldn't find you.

This had relatively high requirements for the person involved.

It required them to have a calm psychological state, rich knowledge reserves, meticulous logical thinking, keen observation skills, and a tiny bit of luck.

Another was a high-level operation.

Find another rule-based anomaly and make them conflict, fight each other. Not only could the person involved escape the anomaly, but they might even profit from it.

This also had requirements for the person involved; they needed to be the protagonist.

And most ordinary people belonged to the "trash operation" category.

They either yelled and ran around blindly or lay down and waited for death, giving up treatment.

Occasionally, a few people would try to fight for survival, but they would either encounter a terrible teammate or be the terrible teammate themselves.

Just as Jiang Qiao was pondering the anomalies.

In the Capital City, in a certain courtyard.

An old man looked at the report in his hand with a solemn expression.

This was submitted through an emergency channel 10 minutes ago.

The report clearly detailed the Supernatural Events that had occurred in various places.

"This is the eighth one."

The old man whispered.

In fact, since the first report appeared, he had already dispatched a research team for secret investigation.

But there had been no progress.

Although some malevolent ghosts were captured through special means, research on them has hit a bottleneck.

No modern high-tech methods can analyze their existence.

These things cannot communicate either.

The old man looked at the report, lost in thought.

Silence fell in the courtyard.

On the internet.

The sensation caused by Jiang Qiao's livestream last night is intensifying.

Especially when someone came forward to share their story, claiming to have seen deceased friends and relatives in the video, the entire incident was pushed to a climax.

"Can you stop chasing clout? The streamer has a twisted sense of morality, the platform is greedy for profit, and you people chasing clout are no good either."

"Shouldn't this kind of streamer be banned from the entire internet? And you're reposting his livestream as videos everywhere, what are you thinking?"

"The platform is even more detestable than the streamer. I suggest checking the boss's water meter to wake him up."

"Exactly, my youth mode is like a cracked version, it's useless."

"..."

"So you say it's fake just because it's fake? The woman in red at the intersection yesterday was clearly my ex-girlfriend."

"I personally sent her to the funeral home."

"???"

"I think I just saw something I shouldn't have."

"Holy crap, you personally sent her to the funeral home? That's terrifying to think about."

"..."

"To be honest, those malevolent ghosts do have issues. I think I saw a few familiar faces too."

"Dude upstairs, did you see your parents whom you personally sent to the crematorium?"

Next, both sides started to deviate from the topic and began insulting each other's immediate family.

The internet never lacks bored trolls.

But at the same time, it never lacks observant individuals.

Some netizens with a stronger sense of crisis recalled the scene of the sun suddenly disappearing yesterday, and thus began to consciously search for information related to the supernatural.

At this time, Jiang Qiao was also looking at the news on his phone.

Although he didn't show his face, the feeling of being the protagonist of the news was quite strange.

After all, those cursing him were the mainstream.

He even left a few comments himself, cursing the streamer for chasing clout.

Since he was bored anyway, cursing wouldn't cost him anything.

"Jiang Qiao, where are we going now?" Shen Yingning was still acting as the driver.

"Do you know Jieqiao Town?" Jiang Qiao asked after thinking for a moment.

"Jieqiao Town? Yes, it's not far outside the city to the east. But it's a demolition area, all residents have moved out. I heard they were very satisfied with the compensation."

"Is that so," Jiang Qiao said.

He remembered the little monk he met during the simulation.

The little monk probably fled to Jieqiao Town after the Supernatural Revival. As for where he was from before, it's unclear.

The simulator didn't display his personal information, probably because it deemed it unimportant.

"Drive around the North City District. If you see anyone jumping from a building, tell me immediately." Jiang Qiao planned to observe more places, perhaps he could discover other information.

Shen Yingning didn't say anything, stepped on the brake, turned on the turn signal, and turned the steering wheel, making a U-turn at the intersection and driving in another direction.

Perhaps Jiang Qiao's calm demeanor when facing strange situations infected Shen Yingning.

Now, she was no longer as depressed as she was a few days ago.

Her tense emotions had relaxed considerably.

On the road, Jiang Qiao solidified his talent.

It was now past 2 PM, with a 320-minute cooldown. The next time would be at 8 PM.

"I wonder if I can get a high-end talent next time."

Jiang Qiao was a little worried.

He had simulated so many times today, yet only obtained one SSR, "Share with Those Who See."

Even with yesterday's "Stealthy" (S), there were only two slots.

If he didn't get a high-level talent next time, he'd have to consider solidifying an ordinary one.

That would be a bit of a shame.

Hopefully, the system dad would be generous!

[Do you wish to permanently solidify the talent "Stealthy" (S)?]

"Yes!"

[Solidifying...]

[Solidification successful!]

[Do you wish to permanently solidify the talent "Share with Those Who See" (SSR)?]

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

[Solidifying...]

[Solidification successful!]