Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 221 - 219: The Statue of the Dancing Girl

Chapter 221: Chapter 219: The Statue of the Dancing Girl

After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, Wen Wen returned to his home and slept in his big bed for one last night.

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, Wen Wen was already packing, ready to leave.

He had few personal belongings; they could all fit into a small bag, while all the important items were kept at the Sanctuary.

After thinking for a while, Wen Wen also crammed the lounge chair from the balcony into the Sanctuary, as it was very comfortable when basking in the sun.

Besides that, the only thing Wen Wen needed to take with him was Three Cubs.

Speaking of which, after a period of Wen Wen’s ’meticulous’ feeding, Three Cubs had reached semi-maturity and possessed the strength of an average Calamity Level monster, enough to be taken into the Sanctuary.

But, after all, it was a pet even more obedient than a basset hound, so Wen Wen decided to continue raising it as a pet.

After preparing everything, Wen Wen closed the door, got into his beloved car, and drove away from Furong River City.

As he reached the edge of Furong River City, Wen Wen looked back, feeling somewhat sentimental.

Since he began his detective career, he had never stayed in one place for so long, and now he felt a certain attachment to this city.

"I’ll come back to visit in the future!"

After saying this, Wen Wen stepped on the gas pedal and gradually drove away.

The location for the Ranger assessment was in Shengjing City, the largest city in the Capital District.

The assessment took place once a year, and with two months left until the next one, Wen Wen wanted to visit two places during this time.

One was Yanling City in Dongshan Province. Wen Wen hadn’t forgotten that a branch of Profane Blood was hidden in Lishui Villa within that city, and in the dungeons of Lishui Villa, there was a Containment Officer candidate that Wen Wen was very interested in.

This time, Wen Wen planned to find a way to get him out.

The other destination was Qianhe City in Southern Xiangnan Province, though the main purpose was certainly not to deliver a letter to Yan Xiu.

Wen Wen had received treatment in the psychiatric hospital in Qianhe City and had mysteriously obtained the Catastrophe Containment Facility.

Previously, he had been too weak to investigate deeply, but now he considered himself quite capable and decided it was a good time to explore any issues there.

In fact, Wen Wen had always been troubled by this, as he had another purpose for undergoing psychiatric treatment initially—to obtain a psychiatric certificate.

Since everyone in the hospital had disappeared, there was no one left to issue the certificate.

...

The sun shone brightly, and the expensive sports car created a trail of dust as it drove along the highway. The fields on either side were turning slightly yellow, and the sweet scent of ripe grain made Wen Wen, who was lying on the car roof, squint his eyes in delight.

Yes, he was now comfortably lying on the car roof.

Three Cubs, who was driving the car inside...

As a near-fully matured supernatural creature, Three Cubs could even manage something like driving, and did it more steadily than most humans.

Of course, being a snake, Three Cubs definitely didn’t enjoy driving, but under the coercion of Great Detective Wen, it reluctantly learned skills it wasn’t supposed to possess.

Suddenly, the car jolted violently, and Wen Wen almost fell from the roof.

If not for his excellent balance, he would have flown off.

"Three Cubs, you’d better drive properly. If you mess up my car, I’ll feed you toenails for dinner," Wen Wen said, popping his head down from the roof and glaring at Three Cubs.

Three Cubs swayed its head and hissed in response, as if arguing that it had nothing to do with the incident.

After scolding Three Cubs for a while, Wen Wen suddenly froze, realizing something was off with the noise from before.

He hurriedly jumped down, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his tire had actually burst.

This car was worth at least seven figures, and the repair costs were extraordinarily expensive.

Wen Wen looked around and noticed a motel nearby that also doubled as a car repair shop.

Who had sabotaged his car? The answer seemed imminent.

Wen Wen lifted the car and stored it inside the Catastrophe Containment Facility. Then with a wave of his hand, Three Cubs clambered onto his shoulder, transforming into something resembling a scarf.

Next, he put on a pair of large sunglasses, a cigarette holder clenched in his mouth, and approached the motel’s entrance with a grim expression before pushing the door open.

If he didn’t make those responsible for damaging his car pay a price, his name wasn’t Wen Wen.

On the ground floor of the motel was a small restaurant for passersby to dine in.

"Get out, don’t come in, we are not serving guests," said a lady with an unappealing appearance, hurriedly speaking to Wen Wen.

Wen Wen was taken aback. Shouldn’t you scoundrels be luring unsuspecting victims inside to fleece them? Why would you be turning people away then? If you wanted to drive people away, why bother throwing nails on the road?

Looking for trouble?

Wen Wen stepped back and saw that several people inside all had frowns and weary expressions; some even looked as pale as ghosts.

"Tsk, I see. You’ve got a new scheme—corner people into desperation then state your terms, huh?"

They wouldn’t let him in, but Wen Wen was determined to enter.

He affectatiously blew out a spiral of smoke and forced his way through the door.

The woman, upset, stamped her foot and said with a sobbing tone, "I told you not to come in, why did you come in anyway? It’s all over now, all of it!"

Still clenching the cigarette holder, Wen Wen said, "Yes, it’s over. You burst my tires, and if you don’t give me an explanation, this isn’t over between us."

Even with the cigarette holder, his speech was strikingly clear.

An old man, with barely any hair left, sighed and said, "...those weren’t our nails. We don’t do such despicable deeds, but now, arguing about it is pointless."

"What do you mean it’s pointless, I..."

Wen Wen was about to unleash a tirade, but suddenly he froze. He saw a bronze statue by the motel’s counter.

The statue was a woman in the middle of a dance, her posture graceful as if she were a real dancer.

This statue... there was something off about it!

He did not sense any supernatural power from the statue, but that didn’t prove anything.

When Wen Wen first obtained the Philosophy Bracelet, Inspiration hadn’t been of any help either.

When dealing with containment items, the role of Inspiration was very limited. Some containment items had no trace of supernatural aura yet still possessed startling abilities.

Like the Knee Smasher Puppet.

Perhaps because he had encountered more containment items than most, Wen Wen had an intuition—this statue was a containment item!

Moreover, there was not just a containment item here but also a superpower user!

Wen Wen shifted his gaze to a young man sitting by the window.

He was thin but had a somewhat large head, uneven eyebrows, uneven eyes, and clutched a mug of warm water, trembling slightly, his expression weak and decadent; one could say he was embarrassingly pitiful.

"No wonder the people at this motel were acting strange. The problem might just be with you," he mused.