Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 55: Omen Must Die
On the bustling road, a red sports car was driving at a snail's pace. The rearview mirror reflected two utterly devastated faces.
In the front, Tan Ying drove numbly; the air inside the car felt frozen solid.
Suddenly, she slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a dead halt.
In the back, Qin Mingze's head slammed directly into the front seat, but he seemed entirely oblivious to it, merely glancing sluggishly at the driver.
Ahhhh!
As their eyes met, Tan Ying seemingly woke from a nightmare and let out an ear-piercing scream.
"What exactly did you make me look at just now!"
What in the world just happened?
Wasn't she there to study human art and look at a handsome guy while she was at it?
How did she get tricked into looking at a guy in drag for a whole session! And he wasn't even the slightest bit pretty!
Tan Ying frantically grabbed and squeezed her own face.
The target of her reprimand, Young Master Qin, kept his eyes closed and started repeatedly banging his head against the car seat with dull thuds.
"I don't know either. I don't want to know why it turned out like that either. My brain is refusing to process any information related to it."
"And if you hadn't gotten horny and blackmailed me, how would any of this have happened? I feel like I've lost something incredibly important today..."
"Didn't you say this bro of yours was super tight with you? And that he would definitely agree if he heard there was money to be made?"
Tan Ying squeezed the steering wheel until it creaked.
"Even though this guy's lower limits are truly unfathomable, based on my understanding of him, he wouldn't go as far as selling his body for money. Being an art model was still within the realm of possibility. If he refused, it only means he isn't too desperate for cash right now."
Qin Mingze analyzed without any facial expression.
"Xiao Ying, if you want to meet handsome guys, you better think of a normal human method next time. Your Bro Qin will be totally ruined if we play like this again."
"Also, do not tell anyone about what happened today."
"If you ever dare bring up today's events with me again, I will smash your head flat!"
Tan Ying didn't even turn her head as she floored the gas pedal.
...
Having sent the two away, Fu Qian was currently sitting on the sofa, carefully inspecting the "Lucid Dream" ring.
First time using it, and the effects were better than imagined.
From what he could tell, once this ring was activated, everyone's consciousness would enter a shared dream. After waking up, they would firmly believe that everything that happened in the dream was reality.
Just now, when Qin Mingze and Tan Ying woke up, they hadn't realized any anomalies at all and quickly hurried off to take their leave.
And judging by their depressed moods, they clearly remembered everything that happened in the dream very clearly.
And within the dream, as the initiator, he clearly possessed extremely high authority.
Besides being able to enter and exit freely, he could even establish certain rules.
In a sense, he was the director of this dream.
As long as the plot wasn't too absurd, they wouldn't wake up.
However, Young Master Qin and the girl were just ordinary people after all. If used during a containment mission, it might not be as effective.
For example, against someone like Li Weixuan from before, this kind of Hypnosis-style trick would probably be very difficult to pull off; it would highly likely result in him getting chopped with a sword.
Forget it, why think so much. He would just try it out when the opportunity arose.
For now, Fu Qian looked outside.
It was still early. He could go out and bask in the sun for a while longer.
...
[Identity Verification Complete. Today's work begins.]
Vacation time always flew by quickly.
After his three-day 'retired grandpa' trial card expired, Fu Qian put on his Work Badge right on time, and the familiar voice appeared.
[Warning: Containment Breach]
[Name: Omen Must Die, Code: 2-103]
[Today's Work Content Updated: Enter Containment Scene 2-103, Complete Re-containment.]
This name... is a bit weird!
Fu Qian frowned.
Even though this wasn't an item starting with a '1' and shouldn't be as disgusting as the Angel of Tranquility, the name still felt somewhat abnormal.
And this illusion.
Accompanying the breach warning, an illusory projection also appeared in the Warehouse. This time, it was a massive tombstone. It was completely smooth, without a single word written on it.
Since he was here, he would make the best of it.
He had to look on the bright side. At the very least, this was an assassination mission.
Where to go, how many to kill—out of all types of games, this was the genre he was most proficient at.
[Entering Containment Scene 2-103: Xiyuan City]
[...4%...6%...10%...18%...34%...66%...100%, Containment Scene Loading Complete]
[The dangerous Omen lies in wait, and calamity gathers in its wake.
Find him, kill him, before the terrifying disaster occurs.
By any means necessary—
Whether there is a method or not!]
[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, School of the Cat, Feast (Locked)]
[Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]
[Containment Condition: Find and kill Omen]
[Current Sanity Value: 75, Current Inspiration: 21]
Rows of prompts flashed by rapidly.
"Sir, please enjoy your meal."
Accompanied by a voice beside his ear, Fu Qian regained his perception and surveyed his surroundings.
Dim lighting, a cozy atmosphere, waiters weaving back and forth in twos and threes, and the melodious, winding sounds of a piano.
Looking at the well-dressed men and women dining around him, he was clearly currently inside some high-end restaurant.
Fu Qian looked down at the dish the waiter had just brought over.
Even though he couldn't tell what it originally was, the plating was exquisite, and the colors were enticing. The smell alone whetted his appetite. Aside from the portion size being small enough to make Lin Daiyu laugh herself to death, there were no other flaws.
Without holding back, Fu Qian picked up a piece, tasted it, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.
This is what life should be!
Compared to this, what kind of places had he been going to before!
Still wanting more, just as Fu Qian was about to take another bite, the piano music in the restaurant suddenly stopped.
The next moment, a chilling wave swept through, freezing the dining men and women into a chorus of shrieks.
Amidst the chaos, two people in black uniforms stood in the middle of the restaurant, scanning the area.
"Emergency situation! Lunch is over. Everyone, stay where you are and do not move!"
Who are you guys?
The diners here were clearly all people of some status. Someone immediately tried to slam the table and stand up, but was desperately held back by the person next to them.
No wonder Tan Mingxue and the others had developed such foul tempers. These Night Watchers truly were incredibly imposing.
Fu Qian looked at the two in front.
If he remembered correctly, the uniforms these two guys interrupting everyone's meal were wearing clearly belonged to the Night Watchers.
Aside from a few blind ones, the diners present seemed to recognize them as well.
However, compared to Tan Mingxue and Qi Xue, these two were far too weak.
To his current self, they already belonged to the level of minor mobs.
Hmph!
Grunt A kept a poker face, somewhat satisfied with the crowd's reaction.
"Don't panic, everyone. We just need a little cooperation from you, and this will be handled very quickly."
"Could you at least tell us what happened?"
A middle-aged man mustered his courage and asked.
"You will know very soon!"
Grunt A gave a look, and his colleague walked quickly towards a corner of the restaurant.
A beautifully dressed woman was sitting there dining alone, her silhouette graceful and moving. She had absolutely no reaction to his arrival.
Grunt B similarly didn't make a sound. He directly placed his hand on the woman's meticulously styled hair and gave it a gentle pull.
The next moment, the young woman's head left her neck.
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