Death is the end of everything, and secrets are safest in the mouths of the dead.

But if someone could chase into the afterlife, that would be a different story.

The Angel Sect believer was grabbed by the collar by Yu Sheng; he took a few seconds to confirm that he had successfully completed "self-sacrifice" under the control of the Special Service Bureau's numerous surveillance devices, confirming that he had truly separated his life from this body, and then took almost half a minute to confirm another thing—

Damn, this bizarre thing in front of him from out of nowhere had chased him here! Chased him into the afterlife!

Perhaps things had gone too far beyond his imagination, even the Angel Sect believer, who had already disregarded life and death, was a bit stunned at this moment. The bald man stared into Yu Sheng's eyes, dumbfounded, unable to speak a word.

This time, Yu Sheng wasn't "asking nothing, just playing around" like last time. He knew that the psychological defenses of the cultist in front of him had already collapsed, so there was no need to use the methods from last time. Moreover, now in the "dead communication" stage, he believed the chaos belonging to the deceased would sooner or later engulf this cultist's mind. Any firm belief in keeping secrets was worthless in the face of unstoppable death—so he simply sat down in front of the other person, adopting an easy and patient posture, watching the "newly deceased" person in front of him.

"You will tell me," he said unhurriedly, "death is a one-way street, and I am the door you can't bypass on this road. Although I don't know how you managed to hide a method of suicide under the Special Service Bureau's nose, frankly, your choice was a big mistake—now, I have plenty of patience waiting for you to confess all your secrets."

The Angel Sect believer stared into Yu Sheng's eyes, his body tense, and an uncontrollable feeling of falling finally surged up. He gradually felt his will beginning to drain, felt all the memories of his life turning into a hazy vortex, and in the deepest part of that vortex...the ultimate Death Void was calmly watching him.

The void now floated before his eyes, trembling, smiling, greeting him patiently—

"Time's almost up... The 'container' you mentioned, it refers to the children in that orphanage, doesn't it?"

The Death Void echoed emptily, carving into the deepest parts of the cultist's memory.

However, suddenly, a phantom baby's cry pierced through this veil of death, clinging to the Angel Sect believer's last remaining sanity.

Yu Sheng furrowed his brows. At the instant the phantom cry echoed, he saw a trace of peaceful, joyful smile appear on the Angel Sect believer's face, as if relaxed. Then, the body's right hand slowly, laboriously rose towards him.

The other side gave him the middle finger.

"The Eternal Lord has come to welcome me..."

Yu Sheng suddenly stood up, and then, in an instant, the colors of the real dimension filled his vision again. The Angel Sect believer had died, a lifeless body falling to the ground, with nothing left in the shell worth digging for.

Immediately after, hurried footsteps came from outside the cell, the heavy alloy gate quickly opened, and Song Cheng appeared before Yu Sheng with his team.

The time in "dead communication" was only a moment in the real dimension. Song Cheng had rushed to the cell immediately after the Angel Sect believer died. He looked at the cultist already lying on the ground, then glanced at Yu Sheng's unpredictable expression, momentarily unable to grasp the situation.

"He got away," Yu Sheng finally let out a long breath, pointing to the bald man's body on the ground, "This guy actually used his last remaining devotion to 'feed' himself to his Lord. But...I still got some useful information."

Ten minutes later, Yu Sheng brought Erin and Hu Li to Song Cheng's office, and told the operation captain the intel he had gotten from the Angel Sect believer's mouth.

"Container... The vessel for the Angel's descent..." Song Cheng's brows were furrowed into two knots, "If the container mentioned by that guy is really a member of 'Fairy Tales', the situation is very dangerous. These cultists' self-sacrifice at this time indicates that a certain 'time' is really approaching, but we don't even know what characteristics the 'container' has. Which one could it be... those dozens of children..."

But what surprised Song Cheng was Yu Sheng's somewhat subtle attitude at this moment.

"If it really is a member of the 'Fairy Tales', the problem might still be controllable."

A hint of confusion appeared on Song Cheng's face: "Why do you say that?"

Yu Sheng spread his hands: "Because I have already 'protected' the members of the 'Fairy Tales' organization. Today, I have shielded all of them, from those around five or six years old to almost teenagers."

Song Cheng: "…?"

"The specific principle is hard to explain," Yu Sheng said slowly, "You can think of it as me imposing an emergency soul refuge effect on all 'Fairy Tales' members. Once they suffer severe impact within the 'Fairy Tales' subset—like mental contamination or a consciousness death-level threat—their minds will immediately be transferred to a safe place."

Song Cheng stared at Yu Sheng, as if trying to discern the truth of his words. Just as he was about to probe further details, the computer screen on the desk suddenly lit up.

Baili Qing's eternally cold face appeared on the screen, looking at Yu Sheng.

"I will not delve into your secrets. I only want to know how effective this 'protection' you mentioned is."

Clearly, nothing that happens in this headquarters building escapes the eyes of the director.

Yu Sheng was not surprised by Baili Qing's appearance. He merely looked down in thought for a moment before raising his eyes to speak seriously: "From the perspective of 'protecting the mind,' the effectiveness should be one hundred percent—it's been tested."

"But you are still not completely confident, are you?" Baili Qing calmly gazed into Yu Sheng's eyes, her faded pupils seemingly penetrating the soul. "You seem worried about other things."

"...Yes," Yu Sheng realized he could not hide from the director, so he nodded frankly, "I am very confident in the effectiveness of the 'protection' I prepared for the children. However, we cannot be sure of the process of the Dark Angel's 'Descent.' What if it's not mental contamination? What if it's something more advanced?"

"Moreover, the reaction of the Angel Sect believer right before his death was also strange... I mean during the Dead Communication. When I asked if the 'container' referred to the children in the orphanage, he didn't answer me. But his final smile seemed to contain a hint of mockery beyond his relief... This mockery makes one suspicious."

Yu Sheng expressed all his concerns in one breath and then sighed, looking at Baili Qing on the screen, waiting for her judgment.

Baili Qing in the communication interface sat motionlessly, her icy face showing no expression, almost as if the network had frozen.

Just as Yu Sheng began to wonder if the screen had frozen, the director suddenly spoke: "In any case, the first priority is to prevent the Dark Angel from 'descending' into the real world. We must consider isolating and protecting all 'Fairy Tales' members—since you worry that your 'protection' effect on them isn't enough, we should add more layers of protection."

Song Cheng frowned in thought before hesitantly speaking: "Should we transfer the children to the Special Service Bureau's containment facilities first? Or maybe let them stay on the special floors? 'Peaceful Town' might work..."

"The essence of 'Peaceful Town' is an Exotic Realm. Long-term residence there will affect the mind—these children are still young, so staying there for too long isn't good," Baili Qing shook her head seriously. "We currently can't determine when the 'Descent' will happen or how long it will last, so we need more alternative plans."

"...Then the sixth Containment Zone. The environment there is quite good; the physical 'guardians' can even teach classes to the children, and we don't have to worry about the 'guardians' running around. The 'Fairy Tales' caregivers are quite formidable."

"It's a considered option..."

Yu Sheng listened as Baili Qing and Song Cheng began discussing plans to transfer all the children from the orphanage to certain containment facilities. Halfway through, he finally couldn't help but interject: "Wait, wait, don't rush to decide like this—you need to hear from the involved parties first. Little Red Riding Hood and the other caregivers might not agree. Also, remember... The Special Service Bureau has tried concentrating the protection of 'Fairy Tales' children historically, and it didn't end well."

Song Cheng frowned again, looking worried and biting his lip hard.

"Of course, I remember that, but the situation has come to this—the Dark Angel might 'descend,' and the container is almost certainly one of the children in 'Fairy Tales.' You said it yourself, the 'protection' you gave them might not stop the Angel's Descent, and that cultist had such an eerie attitude before dying..."

Halfway through Song Cheng's muttering, Erin, sitting beside him, began to speak softly: "Look at this, almost all the elements for a major incident are present. If this were a movie, it's about time for the climactic BGM."

Yu Sheng raised his hand and tapped Erin on the forehead, then looked earnestly at Song Cheng and Baili Qing on the screen.

"First of all, we need to discuss this with Little Red Riding Hood and the others. After all, they know the internal situation of the 'Fairy Tales' organization the best—who has been acting strange lately, who is likely to be the 'container,' all this must be clarified. Simply transferring people won't solve the problem. Secondly, even if we do need to transfer the children from the orphanage, you are not the only ones with a plan—I have one as well..."

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