Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1229

Chapter 1229: Scapegoat King Is Online

The blonde rolled her eyes. “How many times have I told you? Without permission from the higher-ups, revealing RIPD to any living person will be blocked and the words become meaningless. Why were you still talking so much nonsense with him?”

The old man sighed. “Because I like him.”

The blonde clicked her tongue disdainfully and moved away, as if to avoid something dirty. “D*mn gay, stay away from me.”

The old man: “…I’m talking about how fans like their idols, okay?”

Blondie: “Hah, sorry. I keep feeling that there’s something wrong with your avatar.”

The old man said, “It’s better than a crossdresser like you, right?”

The blonde said, “Who are you calling a crossdresser? I’m a real man! What we look like to the living is the appearance which the higher-ups give us. Do you think I don’t want to use my original appearance?”

The old man said, “Maybe you enjoy it. In any case, you’ve been a woman for decades… Ah, you hit me again.”

Amidst the noise, the antique car drove off.

On the roof, Luke listened as the meaningless syllables popped up from time to time, which once again confirmed his thoughts.

The old man hadn’t been lying.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell the truth, but that he couldn’t.

There was a restriction of some sort on their words, and they couldn’t divulge any sensitive information.

Even when Luke used the long-distance sound collector to eavesdrop on their conversation, the garbled words would come out every now and then.

But the details revealed were no less than hearing the inside story directly.

SHIELD wasn’t capable of employing this sort of weird restriction on information.

How many organizations on Earth were more mysterious and pretentious than SHIELD? Looking at this “atypical” method of control, it was very likely that this was some antique organization.

Luke sent Phil a message, along with a photo of the old man and the blonde, and told him about how they had killed the undying monster.

This was also a reminder to Phil to pay attention to these monsters’ movements.

According to previous intelligence, these sorts of monsters were appearing more frequently in the last two days.

He didn’t know if it was a coincidence or if there was another reason, but it wasn’t a bad thing to tell Phil.

SHIELD was currently a “friendly force” that could be used. It would be a waste not to do so.

…

It was May in New York.

The incident with the Bifrost was still a hot topic, but most people were already immune to it, and their attention inevitably turned elsewhere.

In the midst of this, rumors about running into ghosts in New York gradually started to spread.

Talk of flickering electric lights, weird house noises, people walking on the walls in the middle of the night, or people talking and shouting in the windows of tall buildings started to increase.

Thanks to the data from the multifaceted system, Luke and Selina knew that these weren’t rumors.

The truth was that more than ten battles between the undying monsters and many mysterious departments had happened in New York in the last few days, and involved “acquaintances” like Phil, who led the SHIELD agents, as well as the old Asian man and the blonde.

In the beginning, Phil and his team had tried twice to capture the monsters, but the operations turned into direct kills.

These monsters weren’t especially destructive, but they had severely negative impacts.

It was normal for ordinary people to have nightmares for a few days after seeing their weird and ugly appearances.

Between capturing the undying monsters and covering up mysterious events, Phil chose to go with SHIELD’s main mission: Cover up the facts and avoid causing panic.

Thus, these rumors remained rumors and were never completely exposed.

During that time, Luke also locked onto the old man and the blonde’s “base of operations.”

It was a phone repair shop. It probably wasn’t for repairing cell phones, but for fixing house phones, and it didn’t provide home services.

Needless to say, even if this shop did provide home services, few idiots would go in. It was much more expensive to repair a house phone than to buy a new one.

The two mysterious guys, on the other hand, had been going in and out of this place for days.

Luke didn’t think that the old man and the blonde were disguising themselves as part-time phone repairmen, so there could only be one truth.

That was… there had to be something going on between them.

On the other hand, although Luke felt that something was wrong with New York recently, the NYPD commissioner had already given the order to downgrade the high alert status.

It wasn’t that the commissioner was stupid; it was just that he couldn’t expect the wily old foxes in the various core departments to continue expending effort when they weren’t getting paid overtime for it.

This sort of outrageous thing could only happen once in a while, and not for too long.

Otherwise, if the people below made a fuss, the commissioner wouldn’t have to worry about being reappointed; he could bow and leave the stage right away.

Luke and Selina went to work as usual.

At night, Luke would enter his dual-operation mode which he was gradually getting used to.

His clone would take turns using his other aliases to take action, while he himself would change back into Batman and follow Selina’s Bastet out to do good.

In comparison, Selina still liked to go out with Batman the most because this alias didn’t kill people.

It wasn’t that she was merciful, but she could never feel relaxed about killing people. When she and Luke went out and a bunch of people died every time, thinking about all the blood made her uncomfortable.

So, as long as she used the version 2.0 “non-lethal” weapons developed by Bent, it was fine. She couldn’t help the fact that she was most afraid of the sight of blood!

But whenever Luke saw her shoot the gangsters with darts that contained drugs which induced farting, cramping or vomiting, he felt that the gangsters would rather have broken bones.

At the very least, the various major hospitals in New York had recruited a lot of doctors and interns recently, who were all waiting for a continuous flow of patients with broken bones.

The reason Luke had hired Bent was indeed to invent non-lethal weapons for Selina.

So… it was fine as long as she was having fun.

While Luke guarded the door and watched Selina deal with the gangsters, his face suddenly changed as an image appeared in his surveillance system.

Alfred sent him a timely reminder. “Master, Undying Monster Hunters 1 and 2 have been detected.”

“Show me,” Luke said.

On the virtual screen, an antique car sped along the street as it chased a few grotesque-looking monsters.

Thinking for a moment, Luke had his clone go over first.

These undying monsters were all worth a lot of experience and credit points. Killing them gave him anything from 100 to 1,000 points, while helping to kill or capture them also yielded a lot of points.

There were five or six undying monsters on the screen, so it wouldn’t be hard to earn 1,000 experience and credit points.

However, it was inappropriate for Batman to argue with the blonde with the cheap mouth, so he let his alias go.

If they didn’t get along, Luke could simply shoot the blonde.

In the face of an extraordinary incident that might involve a huge slaughter, Luke chose Big Dipper.

Big Dipper was destined to become an existence that would bear “a multitude of grudges.” This Scapegoat King would attack if he had the chance; if he didn’t, he would create an opportunity.

Scapegoat King Big Dipper had never needed to explain himself to anyone.