Road Rage Highway

Chen Miemie was at home, holding his [Loom of Fate], knitting a sweater stitch by stitch.

He planned to make a Moonlight Suit that could arm a person to the teeth.

The suit consisted of seven pieces: a top, pants, gloves, shoes, socks, a mask, and a hat.

Except for the eyes, every other part would be tightly wrapped.

For a male, almost no one would like knitting.

But from another perspective, if it was said to be a means to exercise his control, it might be well accepted.

For example, replacing the word "knitting" with the following statement:

The moonlight flowed, was collected by him, accurately injected into the needle, changed from virtual to solid, intertwined at the tip of the needle, and moved along a fixed trajectory under his control. In the back and forth, his skill proficiency was constantly showing experience increases of +1, +1, +1.

Look, not only did the level of coolness rise, but it was also a bit like eating sunflower seeds, the immediate sense of gain making people completely unable to stop.

He was getting better and better, entering a state of flow, and when he finished a sleeve.

The watch lit up.

A new message arrived.

Time: 21:49

Sender: Ash

Content: I found the patient's medical records in Dr. Hua's office. According to the data, he was a homeless man who received medical assistance a month ago, and the assistance stopped for unknown reasons a week ago, resulting in his incurable death.

Chen Miemie wrote this information on a small piece of paper and pinned it to the evidence wall.

Although Loop was weird, she was very familiar with medical knowledge.

"A homeless man wouldn't receive medical assistance for no reason. This should be a condition for him to follow orders."

Qinghua continued Loop's words: "In this way, the next step is to find out who provided him with medical assistance, and whether it was the same person who stopped the assistance a week ago."

Chen Miemie raised a question: "Who is the funder behind the medical assistance? The municipality, clinics, or some rich people?"

Loop spread her hands, indicating that she didn't know.

Medical assistance existed in most of the 100 cities, almost the same thing, but the specific operational details varied from city to city.

"To investigate this matter, a certain amount of power is needed." Chen Miemie frowned.

In fact, if he had the power of [Dean] or [Officer], like the owner of property 1803, the address of the resigned deliveryman, and the operational details of medical assistance, although it might not necessarily find anything, at least the authority would not be hindered, and it could be investigated to the end.

But Chen Miemie himself had no power.

If he used his [Huangyi] identity in Hengyueye and forced the city giants to investigate, for those smart people, it would be equivalent to directly telling them that [Huangyi] had a relationship with Chen Miemie, which was what he didn't want to see.

Chen Miemie could clearly distinguish between primary and secondary.

This mastermind behind the scenes had sent ordinary killers like Ash, and the [Chef] who was uncertain whether he was instructed by him. With Chen Miemie's current strength, as long as he was careful, he was not afraid of him.

On the contrary, if the [Huangyi] vest fell, what he would face would be the entire mysterious circle, including but not limited to everyone in Sixiang City.

For now, step by step, investigating little by little while steadily improving strength, this rhythm cannot be messed up.

"Just wait, I will catch the guy behind the scenes, and that day won't be too far away."

Qinghua hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking:

"I have completely absorbed the nutrition of the Jiang family's antique porcelain, and I feel that [Mystery] is going to advance from 5.9 to 6."

"This is a good thing, do you need my help?"

"I feel that there will be a lot of noise when the time comes, and I want to go home to break through."

"Where is your home?"

"Porcelain Pool."

"How far is it?"

"Very far, the key is that I don't know the way back."

"Let's go downstairs and ask Sedan Chair if he knows."

Since Chen Miemie was also going, the whole family went out tonight.

Sedan Chair was indeed an old driver of a hundred cities, and he knew the location of the Porcelain Pool.

So, under the illumination of the blood moon, a Sedan Chair left the city again.

The farther away from the city, the more frequently fog appeared, even in a city with a damaged core.

Sure enough, a new weirdness came to the door.

Chen Miemie and Loop were squeezing in the Sedan Chair, playing intimately.

Suddenly, the Sedan Chair was violently lifted, as if it had stepped on a spring, and was bounced up into the air as a whole.

The group fell from the air and immediately swayed from side to side.

This was not over yet. Before everyone could stand firm, the whole ground began to undulate up and down like noodles, bouncing Chen Miemie, Bobo, and the Sedan Chair away again.

Loop was not bounced away, and her needle legs plunged directly into the ground.

Qinghua came out of Chen Miemie's chest and hugged him in the air.

When Qinghua landed, even if the ground was porcelainized, the porcelainized earth was still like a trampoline, constantly bouncing and throwing the people who landed.

"What the hell? Did you see where the other party is?"

There was only thin fog around, and no weird figure was seen.

In Chen Miemie's team, Chen Miemie, the leader, was mainly responsible for asking questions.

Currently, the real brains were Qinghua and Loop.

Qinghua's main energy was focused on protecting Chen Miemie at this moment, and she was unable to search for the enemy.

Loop's feet were stuck in the ground, calmly observing the surroundings and thinking about countermeasures.

"As far as the eye can see in all directions, there are no enemies, the attack method is not related to invisibility, and it comes from under our feet, so excluding other possibilities, it can only be—the other party is the road surface under our feet!"

Loop analyzed the result, but had no ability to solve the other party.

She tried to poke more than a dozen pinholes in the ground, but obviously, the other party was not severely injured.

A few small holes were insignificant for the vast area of the entire road surface.

Qinghua received Loop's conclusion, and her eyes flashed: "Porcelainization·Porcelain World!"

Instantly, centered on her, the entire ground began to porcelainize at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the porcelainization range continued to spread outward and deep underground.

Under the dual effects of porcelainization and undulating deformation, the ground turned into a pile of broken porcelain, and the earth seemed like broken mosaics, shattering like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

"What are you doing!! My body!" A muffled voice appeared.

This voice was like a muffled chime, vibrating everyone's eardrums and causing tinnitus.

The earth stopped undulating and shaking.

Qinghua also temporarily stopped porcelainization after landing.

Chen Miemie and the others stood in the middle of a sea of broken porcelain.

"Who are you?" Chen Miemie asked.

The muffled voice appeared once and did not answer again.

"Unwilling to communicate? Since you attacked us on your own initiative, then there's no need to be polite. Qinghua, continue porcelainization."

"Wait! My name is Road Rage, and I am this highway under your feet."

"Why attack us? Do you think we are easy to bully?"

"Not exactly. I am [Road Rage Highway], and I hate traffic jams and speeding the most. Just now your Sedan Chair was speeding, and I just slightly undulated to express my dissatisfaction a little."

"Bullshit! You call that slightly? You bounced us up like marbles. If we didn't have some skills, we would have been thrown to death by you!"

"I will get angry when I see traffic jams and speeding. This is my passive ability, and I didn't do it on purpose."

"Stop talking about these useless things. How do you want to settle this matter?"

"I don't know either."

"How about this: do you want to cure your Road Rage and become a calm and peaceful 'good road' from now on?"

"Huh? Is that possible?"

"Of course, as long as you follow my lead from now on."

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