Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 176: Chapter 175 Unexpected Guests Chapter 176: Chapter 175 Unexpected Guests “How is that possible?” Zhang Zhiyuan and Qianyuan Mingzi, who were observing, were also shocked!

They hadn’t seen Aibuvich in person, but had seen many photos of him, so they had a deep memory of that face.

However, the problem was that the city guard’s investigation indicated that Aibuvich himself had been riding in the carriage at the time, and no mercenary had reported that it was just a double. In other words, he should’ve been blown up by an RPG long ago and turned into a monster.

What’s more, even the monster died at the hands of Paradise, and the remaining remains were recovered by the Mechanical Sect. How could he be resurrected?

The scene was in an uproar.

Then even more enthusiastic applause broke out, sweeping away the oppressive atmosphere!

“Before the ceremony officially begins, it is still our routine pleasure segment.” Aibuvich clapped his hands, “You have all participated in this event many times, so I won’t go into it again. Please enjoy yourselves!”

As he finished speaking, waiters bearing various delicacies and champagne streamed in, topping up drinks and adding to the meals for the guests. At the same time, the lighting in the hall dimmed, candle lights on the ceiling snuffed out one by one, leaving only a few faintly glowing crystals. Four huge screens slid down from above the stage, forming a cubic screen wall.

The moment four beams of light came on, people like Zhang Zhiyuan instantly understood what the others meant by “enjoyment”.

“Isn’t this just a movie?”

“How did they do that? They don’t even have electric lights!”

“I don’t know… I can’t see what the light source is.” Zhang Zhiyuan squinted and looked for a long time but couldn’t see their projection equipment through the small holes. Judging from where these people were sitting, the device must be quite compact, almost the size of a modern personal projector.

“Is there a movie theater in Magnificent Castle?” Zhou Zhi scratched his head, “I don’t think I’ve seen one.”

“Perhaps it’s entertainment only the nobility enjoy.” Cui Zhen’en pouted, “This reminds me of an historical humor joke I heard before.”

“What joke?”

“Trading instant noodles with Emperor Qin Shi Huang for his empire… because instant noodles would’ve seemed too miraculous and delicious to ancient people.” She couldn’t help but laugh herself, “These people wanting to join the Heretical Cult might just be to watch movies.”

But soon, Cui Zhen’en could no longer laugh.

Because she heard waves of screams.

“Hey… what are they showing? Can you let me have a look?”

Zhang Zhiyuan let her take his place with an ashen face, “Damn… so this is what it’s all about!”

Qianyuan Mingzi’s gaze was also ice cold, “I thought there might be a few good people among them, it seems I was wrong.”

“What’s going on?” Ailuodi sensed everyone’s change in demeanor.

“Serial killings… prepared for these people.” Chaoyang said solemnly, “I’ll share their view with you.”

Ailuodi closed her eyes slightly, and gradually a vague scene emerged in her mind. The view on the screen indicated that the cameraperson was in a dark courtyard, with three wooden frames in the center of the image, each binding a blood-drenched human, and another victim twisted like a pretzel lying on the ground.

In an instant, Ailuodi completely understood the whole story.

The murder film was a means by which the Divine Envoy selected followers—not everyone is fond of bloody excitement, so they used this method to filter potential devotees. Now, the nobility and rich people sitting in the banquet hall had grown to love this unique form of “entertainment”.

“If I were one of them, I would probably become a probationary member too,” Anthony suddenly blurted out.

The other players all turned their gazes toward him in unison.

Facing everyone’s icy stares, he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “Is that so hard to understand? When your wealth can no longer provide you with normal happiness, you will inevitably pay a greater price to seek unusual thrills, otherwise we wouldn’t have gathered in Paradise.”

“But there should be a moral baseline,” Zhang Zhiyuan said with strong disapproval.

“You’re wrong,” Anthony revealed a grin, “The glorious gladiatorial arenas of the past, the rampant chemical pleasures of the present… history has already proved countless times that the lack of a baseline is the norm for most people. Those who can stick to their principles are the rare few. However, debating this moral issue is pointless. I admit my baseline is far lower than yours, so what? The law has already drawn the lowest line. It’s just a pity that the world doesn’t have such clear boundaries.”

“Alright, let’s focus on the mission instead,” Qianyuan Meiko coughed twice, interrupting the argument. “The serial murders were carried out by the City North Police Station, which falls under the influence of GaoTian Mining. We initially thought that GaoTian Mining was leading the case, with most of the victims being Haiwei Clan miners fitting this assumption, but now the murder case has turned into record films, ending up in the hands of the Black Steel leader, indicating things are not as we thought.”

“And there’s Aibuvich, who should have died inside the carriage long ago. Considering that Paradise has the power to shape bodies, I am considering whether other forces might achieve the same, or it’s some power we cannot comprehend, like some sort of strange construct.”

“She guessed right, this person’s vital energy is not quite normal…” Ailuodi said inwardly, “The radiance of a living person is a full grass green, while his is a hazy ink green, even a dying patient wouldn’t be so dim.”

Chaoyang, that is, was a bit surprised at first sight but had already recovered, “If Aibuvich was still alive, Black Steel wouldn’t have disintegrated so quickly. The security company was his life’s work, he has no reason to hide the news that he’s still alive, so this person is most likely a special effect. And did you notice, after the lights dimmed, he didn’t return to his original place, but left the hall from the side of the curtain.”

“Because after the movie viewing activity ends, that Evil God’s Divine Envoy will come on stage?”

“That might be one reason. Additionally, remember when you saw a malicious creature in front of the Black Steel camp, you noticed it emitted a black glow?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“Nothing, I was just wondering what the vital glow of a Heretical Cultist looks like before they transform. It would be great if we could identify cultists this way. What about the other people in the hall?”

“Let me check… this will consume wishing power, you need to supply me with more,” Ailuodi hadn’t forgotten to grab her subsidy.

“Didn’t I supply you before we set off? Don’t be stingy now,” Chaoyang urged.

“That was a salary, which is different, I need it for use back on Earth,” the Angel corrected, while leaning toward a small hole, beginning to scan each person with a special view.

However, the guests in the hall all showed normal green radiance, with only differences in brightness, indistinguishable from ordinary people.

“It’s no good, I can’t detect anything unusual. Either this method doesn’t work, or they haven’t truly become followers like Aibuvich…” Ailuodi paused suddenly mid-sentence, “Wait… something’s strange.”

“What is it?” Chaoyang asked.

He “saw” Ailuodi’s gaze stop on the back of a man.

No, to be precise, it should be a boy; although he also wore a formal suit and boots, he was noticeably shorter than the people around him. Was he some noble’s son brought out to see the world?

“His vital radiance is very vigorous, reminding me of someone…” Ailuodi said with some incredulity, “appearance can be faked, but the characteristics of the glow do not lie…”
“Who?”

“Leisk,” the Angel articulated slowly.