He transford into a horror entity.
But the form he took was admittedly a bit... abstract.
Through the surface mbrane, one could even see the still-unlted limbs. Though the heart, lungs, liver, and kidneys were severely atrophied, they could still be identified in the CT images. The most solid proof of its identity as a horror entity was a gold signet ring embedded in the flesh—a symbol of his affluent family's status, but it got enveloped by the rapidly growing flesh during his transformation.
This event was considered a great disgrace by both his family and the Sam Consortium, so it wasn't revealed to the public. The news reported that the wealthy man died of sepsis following a minor surgery infection. As per his wishes, his funeral was kept extrely simple, refusing all dia interviews and even foregoing the customary last rites.
However, the internal docunts of the Dubhe Tower recorded the entire truth in its entirety.
"The surgery failure led to a deepened obsession, resulting in an accidental transformation into that thing..." Sun Hang suppressed a laugh as he analyzed, "I used to think such things only happened in jokes. I didn't expect it to be true..."
Especially those photos taken by Dubhe Tower, they were truly "breathtaking."
"So bizarre... Damn, let look again."
Just as Sun Hang was about to go back and look at the photos of the horror entity a few more tis, the countdown in the upper right corner hit zero, and the entire email turned into garbled text before being deleted from his phone.
"Tsk, ti's up already?"
Sun Hang put his phone back into his pocket and sat directly on the curb by the lawn.
If strong negative emotions combined with obsessions could turn people into corresponding horror entities... then there probably wouldn't be many normal humans left in this world.
Although the cases ntioned three people, apart from that host, the other two indeed had explosive negative emotions. But there are millions of people in this world, with many having even more explosive negative emotions.
Unlucky losers who never catch a break, honest people bullied to the extre, scapegoats wrongly imprisoned... Hatred, desire, anger, frustration, and those who have experienced ups and downs, imnse joy, and deep sorrow... According to the transformation reasons in these cases, wouldn't all these people turn into horror entities?
Even if not, the number of people who transform into horror entities due to negative emotions in every city would surpass the number of sheriffs in that city.
Human civilization would have ended long ago.
But that's not the case.
At least the public still doesn't know that "emotions" can turn soone who has never been in contact with any horror entities or anything related to horror s into a horror entity. This ans such "cases" are still very rare.
With the vast population base, as long as this has a probability of happening, the frequency won't be small.
Sun Hang took out his phone again, edited a ssage, and sent it to Pei Zongjun: "How many such cases are there currently?"
"There's a total of 175 recorded and confird cases, and about 500-1000 cases are not fully confird to be emotionally triggered transformations." Pei Zongjun quickly replied.
175 cases, when looked at individually, is indeed a lot, but placed in the total population base, it seems rather insignificant.
More people win lottery jackpots every year than this.
In other words, those who could transform due to "negative emotions" could be considered "chosen ones."
Now here's the question... Why have two "chosen ones" appeared around Sun Hang in such a short ti?
Is it a coincidence... or?
"No, it's not a coincidence." Sun Hang answered himself, "Chen Hongjuan's transformation is inseparable from Anna... As for Zhao Ming's transformation, the instigator behind it is Chira 17... It's all man-made... No, it should be said it's all... 'horror-made'... none of this is a coincidence."
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the sheriffs withdrawing from the area reached the entrance of the district. The sheriff who earlier entered Zhao Ming's residence with Sun Hang quickly ca over upon seeing him sitting by the roadside, and asked sowhat anxiously, "Sir... Sir, haven't you left yet?"
"Mm, just thinking about so issues." Sun Hang didn't look at him, just nodded self-absorbedly and answered casually.
But this casual answer imdiately made the sheriff tense up: "Issues? Does that an there's still a problem with this case? I will imdiately stop the withdrawal!"
"No, you've got it wrong." Sun Hang quickly raised his hand to stop him, "There's no problem with Zhao Ming's case, the issues are with other matters."
"Oh... I see." The sheriff breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you need to stay here longer? If you want to leave, do you need us to give you a ride? We're planning to send that container back to the research institute, so it should be on the way."
"No, I'm not going back to the institute." Sun Hang shook his head, "You guys go ahead, I have so personal matters to attend to."
"Alright, alright." The sheriff nodded repeatedly, "If there are any other instructions, please feel free to contact at any ti!"
Watching the convoy of sheriffs depart, Sun Hang rented a shared bike at the entrance of the district and leisurely rode in the direction of his ho—Sun Hang quite enjoyed thinking while pedaling.
...
The Maohua District was quite far from Sun Hang's residence, and he didn't catch sight of the familiar street until the free ride ti of the bike ended. Fortunately, it was a special period, and Sun Hang's account was a special account exclusive to Hunters. Using the shared bike was considered "requisition" rather than "rental," so there were no extra charges for overti.
Parking the bike properly, Sun Hang opened the villa door and walked through the entrance hall.
He glanced at himself in the full-length mirror, only to realize he looked quite disheveled: his pants were covered in the horror entity's blood, now blackened and hardened, and his upper body was dusted with white plaster—scatterings from demolishing walls. Even his thick black hair had turned gray-white from the plaster.
He looked just like a construction worker at a construction site.
"I need a shower."
Sun Hang scratched his head, and the plaster dust fell off in a stream.
"Were you attacked by a horror entity today?" Yang Lian's voice ca from upstairs. Sun Hang looked up and saw her leaning on the second-floor railing, watching him with a complex expression.
Her eyes showed a trace of worry and concern, but she seed to try hard to hide this worry and concern, putting on an official façade, which made her expression quite strange...
Is this what they call tsundere? Sun Hang thought to himself... Isn't tsundere supposed to be out of trend by now?
"Yes, to be precise, the one attacked was Song Yarong, not 'us'."
"I heard the horror entity was transford from a researcher at the institute... What happened?" Yang Lian asked.
"It's a long story... but the issue has been resolved." Sun Hang shrugged, "In fact, I think with Song Yarong's capability, she could handle that horror entity on her own, but at that ti she was completely terrified, unable to use her skills."
"Why was Song Yarong the target of the attack? Is it because she's now taking over my sister's work?" Yang Lian asked again.
"It should be." Sun Hang thought for a mont, it was indeed the case.
"Then does that an my sister could also be attacked next ti?"
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