Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 775 - 675: Searching for Clues

Chapter 775: Chapter 675: Searching for Clues

"27, 27... he said this is the order of death, and I will be the 27th person executed."

"He said he would kill all those who ultimately voted for death within a year, about 20 people a day, meaning he will start with me tomorrow."

Wen Wen crossed his legs, wondering why Ning Zhewan had placed him 27th.

Could there really be 26 people more detestable than him before his turn?

That seemed unlikely.

"I am now in Shenchuan City, maybe he arranged it from farthest to nearest, so starting from tonight... no, starting from tonight, people will die!"

Wen Wen wasn’t worried about the death mark on his hand; for a superpower user of his level, he could easily remove it at any time.

When the mark first appeared on Wen Wen’s hand, the crescent in his palm lit up briefly and then transferred to his other hand, where the Catastrophe Gloves also appeared, attempting to eradicate it.

If it weren’t for Wen Wen’s deliberate control, his own defensive powers would have erased it long ago.

Wen Wen kept this mark to see how Ning Zhewan planned to kill, to see if he could locate Ning’s true body based on his method of killing and stop this slaughter.

Speaking of which, Wen Wen’s desire to stop Ning Zhewan stemmed more from his identity as a Containment Officer and his sense of duty as a Demon Hunter.

He himself disdained those over seven thousand voters; today, they could sentence Ning Zhewan to death at the word of one party;

tomorrow, they could misuse public opinion to influence what should have been a fair trial;

the day after tomorrow, they might, under the guise of defending the majority, justifiably sacrifice a minority, as long as the sacrificed weren’t them...

The frightening part is, they would firmly believe they are the righteous ones.

Whenever an exposure happens, causing unnecessary harm to the innocent, some would remain silent for a while, others stand on the moral high ground to criticize those who misled them.

But no one would apologize!

Because they are the righteous ones, it was just a minor mistake by the righteous...

Ning Zhewan had meticulously planned this great play, and Wen Wen could somewhat guess why; he had likely personally suffered, or witnessed, the violence of the majority, thus the Arbiter came into being.

The people killed earlier were just bait with a sweet scent, aimed at luring out these over seven thousand voters.

And the ultimate suicide was meant to conclude the plan.

If Ning Zhewan had chosen a legitimate way to expose these people or just punish the leaders, then Wen Wen would have applauded and even tried to make him a Containment Officer.

Unfortunately, his chosen method was too extreme, and he had also fallen into this inhuman state, so Wen Wen had no choice but to stop him.

Among these seven thousand, there might be people like Wen Wen, who were just there to see what was happening, or children who had not yet developed independent thoughts, and some might genuinely detest evil but were not clever.

As a whole, they indeed were nauseating enough to make one want to retch, and frighteningly chilling.

But as individuals, they did not deserve to die.

Even if Wen Wen saw them, at most, he would greet them with a good beating, but he would not take their lives.

Although they were foolish, despicable, vulgar, and ugly, they were the people that the Sanctuary and the Hunter Association were sworn to protect, and following the crowd was just one of humanity’s innate tendencies.

Expanding the scope to the entire Federation, almost every ordinary person, every superpower user still capable of coherent thought, even those monsters, all made incorrect judgments based on incorrect information.

Many people firmly believed that they were not influenced by rumors and would not make incorrect decisions.

But that idea itself was incorrect!

Unless truly omniscient and omnipotent, how many people could guarantee that everything they believed in was right?

Wen Wen reeled in his thoughts and continued to trace the Arbiter’s whereabouts.

The webpage had disappeared, as if it had never existed, but Wen Wen knew how to deal with it.

He gave Ding Mingguang a call and sent him the URL, asking him to check who the last seven thousand people were.

If investigating all eight thousand people was difficult, he should focus on the voters in Shenchuan City. If Ning Zhewan’s murder sequence was arranged by proximity, now was the best opportunity to catch him. If delayed longer, the range would expand too much.

Wen Wen then pulled up Ning Zhewan’s files and kept reviewing them repeatedly. Ning Zhewan seemed like an ordinary person no matter how he looked. Where had he found those peculiar runes, and how had he mastered the correct way to use them?

Rune Studies was a very profound field, evolved from Youta script and far more complex than the Youta script itself, with each symbol possessing unique abilities.

Using runes as the core and connecting energy circuits outside the runes made up the most basic Array.

The power of an Array was much greater than that of a rune alone, but the conditions for preparation were stringent. The person sketching the Array, the materials, the energy to activate the Array, and even the timing and weather conditions during activation all significantly affected the Array’s power.

If one did not have a basic understanding of Rune Studies, even if the Array’s diagram was etched perfectly onto a spot and all conditions were met, it would still be useless.

Federal movies and comics actually depicted real Arrays, but those Arrays showed no miraculous powers because they were drawn by laypeople.

All of Ning Zhewan’s actions were augmenting the power of this peculiar Array, so either Ning Zhewan himself had a deep understanding of Rune Studies, or someone else was advising him...

Wait a minute...

Ning Zhewan had mentioned that he had a friend!

It was that friend who had taken revenge on the contractors of the orphanage, and in front of whom Ning Zhewan had protected the old principal.

Wen Wen licked his lips, perhaps the one orchestrating everything from behind the scenes was Ning Zhewan’s friend, and more likely, he was a superpower user, presumably from that orphanage too.

Suddenly, Wen Wen’s computer vibrated slightly. Ding Mingguang had already sent over the information.

There were 58 account holders in Shenchuan City. The identities of 13 had been confirmed, and the specific locations of another 22 devices along with household information had also been determined, but it was uncertain who was using the accounts.

The identities of the other 23 were unknown. Only their approximate locations could be ascertained, some of them were using encrypted computers, others public networks.

To better manage the citizens, the Federation had implemented a real-name system for the internet, but due to technological limitations, there were still many who registered accounts under others’ identities. Thus, it was already impressive that Ding Mingguang had managed to find so much information so quickly.

In terms of computer skills, Wen Wen had never seen anyone better than Ding Mingguang.

Therefore, Ding Mingguang was the most suitable person to assist Wen Wen in handling this incident.