Chapter 65: He Could Not Possibly Know I Am a Brain-Eating Demon

When Xia An sat back inside her sports car, her expression became exceptionally gloomy.

She had miscalculated...

She underestimated just how bizarre Zhou Mo was. Although she had anticipated that Zhou Mo might solve the case, she figured it would take him a very long time to untangle it.

Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Zhou Mo to resolve it in a single day...

Xia An simply could not comprehend how Zhou Mo had managed to pull this off.

A subconscious monster crawled out from the car horn, its two pitch-black arms wrapping around Xia An's shoulders. Irritated, Xia An jerked her neck and answered the phone resting atop the subconscious monster's head.

"Hello, something went wrong on this end."

A man's voice immediately came through the receiver: "I know, there was trouble at the art gallery. Was that the work of that fellow Zhou Mo?"

Xia An let out a cold snort: "Who else could it be besides him?"

The man asked: "Do you think this is Liu Tianyou's doing? Logically speaking, our experiment at the gallery shouldn't have been uncovered this fast."

"Besides, the explosion at the Tianyou Research Center before must also be connected to him. I just can't figure out how he managed to open the main gates, or perhaps he simply knew the method to destroy the research center."

Xia An lit a cigarette: "Not only that, but several missing-brain cases have also been pinned on us, and all of those cases are tied to him."

The man paused in deep thought before saying: "I can't figure that out either. Removing a brain requires a fairly high level of technical skill; Zhou Mo shouldn't possess that kind of expertise. And didn't he happen to be right under your nose during several of those incidents?"

Xia An scratched her head with a fingernail: "I don't understand it either. It's not like those brains grew legs and ran away, right?"

"That work requires both physical labor and specialized technique. It's impossible to pull off without a whole team."

"The problem is, Zhou Mo has always been a lone wolf. Even before he lost his memories, he never wanted to join any team."

These numerous lingering doubts left Xia An completely unable to sort out her thoughts.

After a moment of reflection, the man on the phone said: "Regardless of all that, we can't keep this Zhou Mo around any longer. Take the opportunity to get rid of him in the next couple of days."

Xia An nodded: "I know. Furthermore, Chen Xiu has already handed him the case regarding the stolen research data. I'm afraid he'll eventually trace things back to the two of us, so I plan to eliminate him at that location."

The man on the phone replied: "I won't be able to help you. I have to figure out a way to transport this batch of brains out during this period. Be careful yourself and make sure you don't get killed by him instead."

A cold sneer crept across Xia An's face as she propped her long legs up onto the steering wheel: "Rest assured, he could never in his wildest dreams imagine that I am the Brain-Eating Demon."

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Inside the art gallery, Zhou Mo watched as the City Defense Team finished photographing the mural before smashing it to pieces with a sledgehammer. Zhang Huian, bustling about with nervous energy, walked over and addressed Zhou Mo with a smile: "Still looking?"

"Don't worry. Once the medium is destroyed, the subconscious monster won't manifest again."

That, of course, was not what Zhou Mo was thinking about. Ever since the battle ended, he had felt as though he could intermittently hear the sound of ocean waves. Earlier, he thought it might just be his imagination, but now that things had calmed down, the sound of the waves was growing louder and louder.

It seemed as though the deep sea of the subconscious was calling out to him.

Shaking his head to cast away these thoughts, he knew now clearly wasn't the time to dive in. Looking at Zhang Huian, Zhou Mo asked with a hint of surprise:

"You mean that subconscious monster didn't die?"

Meeting Zhou Mo's gaze, Zhang Huian finally felt a sliver of solace in his heart—there was at least something Zhou Mo didn't know.

Zhang Huian chuckled and shook his head: "Subconscious monsters are human malice incarnate. They represent an idea, and ideas cannot be killed."

"However, by destroying the medium, we can prevent a subconscious monster that has already been killed from returning to this world through that conduit. Unless the day comes when we master a way to slay subconscious monsters within the deep subconscious sea, these things can never truly be killed."

Zhou Mo nodded: "I see."

At that moment, however, Zhang Huian let out a deep sigh: "It's just such a pity for that boy named Mu E. His paintings really felt powerful. If not for these events, perhaps his intense emotions wouldn't have caused that painting to warp into such a state."

Zhou Mo raised an eyebrow: "Mu E? Is that the boy's name?"

Zhang Huian shrugged: "Yes, I had a colleague run a check just now and that's the name that came up. Well, let's not dwell on these frustrating matters. Today I must thank you for finally landing a signed case on my resume. How about I treat you to dinner?"

Zhou Mo smiled and shook his head: "Let's save it for next time. This intense battle today strained my muscles, and I want to go back and get some rest."

Zhang Huian let out a sigh of mild disappointment, but quickly perked up again: "That's fine too. Get some rest early today, and tomorrow I'll bring the case files over so we can investigate together."

Clearly, this case had given this working stiff a taste of success. Even while the art gallery case was still in its cleanup phase, he was already setting his sights on the next one.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Huian, Zhou Mo returned home. The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by a rich, savory aroma. He saw Stubborn Brain wearing an apron made of gauze, using its eyeballs to carry a tray and place it onto the table.

Doctor Brain was floating atop warm glucose water with a piece of gauze draped over its head, slowly paddling along, while Brother Brain had bound a 15-kilogram dumbbell to each of its two eyeballs and started working out.

At this bizarre sight, even Zhou Mo's mind froze for two whole seconds. But soon enough, Dog Brain lifted the gauze cover and executed a textbook swan dive straight into Doctor Brain's pot, taking Zhou Mo's skull along with it...

Glucose water splashed everywhere in all directions. Doctor Brain was startled and nearly got into a brawl with Dog Brain!

Staring with its odd-sized eyes for three full seconds, Stubborn Brain ran off to the bathroom to fetch a mop and began diligently cleaning the floor.

Zhou Mo clicked his tongue in speechlessness and looked at Stubborn Brain: "Stubborn Brain, please remember to wash my skull for me too."

Whether Stubborn Brain understood or not, it lowered its head and meticulously scrubbed away the spilled glucose on the floor and table with absolute devotion.

Brother Brain put down its dumbbells, hopped onto Zhou Mo's shoulder, and communicated with its eyes: You seem to be in a good mood. Did you wrap up today's case?

Zhou Mo smiled and nodded: "It's finished. What's more, I've also issued a challenge to Xia An. I just hope she's smart enough to understand it."

Brother Brain looked at Zhou Mo in confusion: What on earth did you do?

Zhou Mo shrugged: "There's no rush to discuss that now. We can talk about it when we hold our meeting later. The most urgent task right now is for you to accompany me into the Sea of Subconscious. I feel like I might finally be able to enter it."

"May the ancestors of both sides bless me, and hopefully grant me some practical abilities."

"After all, Xia An is about to make her move against me."