SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 171 Being Investigated at Home_1

"Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS)? How could you forget when there’s only one case in the city?"

"I’ve been too busy, just didn’t think of it..."

Doctor Wang rubbed his forehead and gave a bitter smile. Although he didn’t know why these people claimed they could extend the life or even cure those with incurable diseases, he hoped this would bring new hope to that young man to keep living.

"Alright." The young man nodded, took out paper and a pen, and swiftly jotted down the contents.

Before long, the three of them left. Less than ten minutes after they uploaded the list upon returning to the station, a visitation route map came back from above.

At the same time, the background information of every related individual was included.

"Big data plus artificial intelligence is really powerful. Just like that, they’ve planned out the routes and everything."

The young man sighed in admiration and then glanced at the middle-aged police officer beside him, "Dad, you don’t have anything to do with the work that comes next..."

The middle-aged officer frowned and interrupted him, speaking sternly, "How many times have I said this? Call me by my official title when we’re working."

"Alright, alright, alright, you don’t have anything to do with the work that comes next, just help us find a comrade who knows the local area to assist with our work."

The middle-aged officer nodded but said nothing, "Comrade Qin Chuan, and Comrade Xia Liufang, due to confidentiality, I cannot ask about your work, but if you encounter any danger, make sure to call the police immediately."

"Alright, alright, stop talking, any more delays and we’ll fall behind on the progress of our investigation compared to the other teams..." Qin Chuan impatiently agreed, pushed his father into the office, closed the door, found two comrades familiar with the local situation, and then began their inquiry.

Just after one o’clock in the afternoon, they arrived at a residential community.

"Happy Rainbow Community, Block C, 8th floor, Colin, Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), less than a fifty percent survival rate after one year..."

After quickly memorizing the relevant information, Qin Chuan knocked on the door and waited a while before hearing the sound of a wheelchair rolling inside the room, followed by a voice.

"Who’s there?"

Colin sat in his wheelchair, sniffed his nose, and looked a bit puzzled. He could tell just by the smell that the visitor was no ordinary person...

Then, he remembered the incident before when he’d tried to show off in front of everyone without wearing a mask.

"Has my identity finally been exposed? No one came for so many days, I thought the matter was put to rest, but it seems the inevitable has arrived. Sigh, it’s all because of ’The False Powerhouse’. I didn’t stay hidden and I said so many strange things."

Compared to his exposure, the thought of his bragging videos circulating amongst these people and being repeatedly scrutinized made Colin shudder with goosebumps.

Well then...

I’ll just have to face social death.

Colin, seated in his wheelchair with his last bit of stubbornness, opened the door. Then he saw four people dressed in black police uniforms, three men and one woman, among whom two appeared normal and familiar to Colin, the local beat cops.

The other two didn’t seem quite proper.

"Hello, we’re from the local public security office. May we come in?" one of the men showed his police badge and a document, waving them in front of Colin.

I’ve wanted to complain about this for a long time. I’m not a professional; even if your IDs were fake, I couldn’t tell...

Colin thought to himself critically but said nothing, nodded, and let the people in.

However, only the two that didn’t seem quite proper entered. The other two stood outside with no intention of coming in.

"Wow, it’s a bit cold in here. You’ve got the air conditioning on high, huh..."

The young man rubbed his arms and smiled, then, seeing Colin point to the living room sofa, he naturally sat down.

Another woman who hadn’t spoken sat on the other side, while Colin himself sat in his wheelchair.

"Let me introduce myself, I’m Qin Chuan, and this is Xia Liufang, my colleague. And now, to confirm again, your name is Colin, right?"

"Yeah."

Colin nodded, suddenly feeling something was amiss—it didn’t seem like they were here because they’d found out about him?

Seeing Colin did not deny it, Qin Chuan took out a piece of paper and faced Colin with it.

It was at this moment that Colin felt something intangible was observing him—the collective consciousness from before?

Before he had too much time to think about it, Qin Chuan spoke up, "Colin, from Qiongzhou, born to... your father died in an accident before you were born, a firefighter, perished in a fire rescue, awarded for... your mother died of a heart attack when you were four, due to overwork... later sent to an orphanage of a good friend of your father’s... diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis two years ago, and last month, having lost hope of living on, you chose to give up treatment and leave the hospital..."

You guys did quite a thorough investigation, dredging up things I don’t want to remember...

Colin pursed his lips, silently observing the person in front of him, who was mostly correct except for the very end.

He hadn’t left the hospital because he saw no hope of living, but because he saw hope that he left.

While Qin Chuan was speaking, he continuously watched Colin and didn’t notice anything strange about the "contract," indicating that Colin had a clean background, was not inhabited by parasites, nor was he chosen by some other entity.

"The person described here is you, correct?" Qin Chuan asked again.

The previous questioning had already confirmed that Colin was normal; this final one was merely a formality.

"Yeah," Colin nodded, with no intention of denial, knowing that these people must be using some method to repeatedly verify his identity.

"You are very strong and optimistic," the previously silent woman suddenly spoke.

Optimistic? There’s nothing to be optimistic or not about. When they left, I barely had any recollection; it’s always been like that environment since I was young. Others might find it tragic, but to me, it’s just how things are...

Colin glanced at her, not very outstanding in appearance, but she exuded a sense of tranquility and sharpness at the same time.

Now, he was certain these people weren’t here because they had discovered his identity; it was for some other reason.

’Also, I thought too much before and overlooked it – if my identity had really been discovered, they wouldn’t have sent just a couple of Little Cats to talk to me. By official standards, at least a Seventh or Eighth Level would be required, not two who at best seem like Third Levels...’

Colin’s thoughts raced, relieved that his little video hadn’t gone viral yet, and now curious about what these two Little Cats’ purpose was in coming to find him.

"Let’s get straight to the point. With your current health condition, you would hardly have a chance to live another two years. But now, if you could assist us with a matter, we promise you, no matter the outcome, we could help you live for at least another five years."

Qin Chuan smiled, "And those would be five healthy years, a life of quality for five years..."

"Colin, would you like to escape despair and be reborn anew?"

That line sounds vaguely familiar... Colin asked in confusion,

"What do you mean? If you really can give me five more years, it’s indeed hard to refuse. But can you be more specific? For instance, what do you want me to do?"

Qin Chuan exchanged a glance with his colleague, then finally spoke, "Sure, since it’s not some highly confidential matter, we would like to ask for your cooperation in investigating a special company named ’Bonfire Company.’"

Pfft.

In that moment, Colin in his wheelchair, could barely contain his expression.