So, when the broadcast mentioned calling the emergency hotline, it was essentially a meaningless statement.

However, the Federation officials should activate a batch of new communication channels to alleviate the congestion on military communication channels.

Sun Hang glanced around the living room and noticed a second note stuck on the refrigerator with a magnet.

"I forgot to tell you, report to the research institute after you wake up—but no need to get up too early, just arrive before noon."

"You have three and a half hours of free time." Sun Hang glanced at the clock on the wall, opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of frozen dumplings and a box of pasteurized milk, and walked to the kitchen in his slippers.

He poured all the dumplings into the rice cooker, added half a pot of tap water, then closed the lid and turned on the plug board.

He couldn't remember where he learned the method of cooking dumplings with a rice cooker. Perhaps... it was a skill he mastered before his memory loss?

A skill used to muddle through life.

While waiting for the dumplings to cook, Sun Hang returned to the living room and put on the headphones he used yesterday—yet today, unlike yesterday's bustling communication channels, everything was silent, with only slight static noise.

"Seems like the military discarded yesterday's communication channels..." Sun Hang mumbled.

Abandoning the communication channels is likely due to the rioters—after they attacked the City Defense Guard and the Sheriff, they naturally acquired the communication devices of those attacked. If the original communication channels weren't abandoned, every step of the Disaster Response Committee's decisions would be almost transparent to these rioters.

"Useless at everything, but top at causing trouble." Sun Hang threw the headphones on the coffee table, but the next second, he picked them up again.

"Connect to the current communication channels..." Sun Hang thought silently while desperately trying to recall the feeling when he changed the texture of the metal nameplate.

He wanted to test whether his ability could only change material forms or if it truly was a "wish come true."

As Sun Hang's heartbeat slowly accelerated, the static noise in the headphones began to intensify, and faintly, Sun Hang seemed to hear voices mixed in with the static noise.

But the next second, the headphones emitted a soft pop, and all sounds vanished, leaving a stench of burnt plastic emanating from within.

"Are the headphones fried?" Sun Hang was slightly stunned, instinctively recalling the blackout during his hospital stay.

He was certain he had just heard someone speaking—the voice was definitely not imagined.

This means his ability really can be used like this?

This is definitely not the ability of Taotie, nor should it be one Taotie could obtain—its original owner would ensure Taotie couldn't devour it even with enormous effort.

Sun Hang stood in the living room, his breath slightly rapid.

Just then, noises from the kitchen interrupted Sun Hang's thoughts.

He quickly ran to the kitchen, seeing boiling water gushing from the rice cooker's lid, flowing across the stove.

Sun Hang hurriedly unplugged the rice cooker, lifted the lid.

The boiling foam quickly subsided, Sun Hang grabbed a bowl and scooped the dumplings out.

He found the dumplings had turned into a shapeless paste, sticking together, with the meat filling separating from the dumpling skin... It was more apt to call it dough boiling with meat paste rather than dumplings.

"Not too bad, at least still edible."

Sun Hang quickly consumed the bowl of dough and meat paste, threw the rice cooker liner into the sink. Glancing at his wristband, there were still exactly three hours until Wang Xiyi's message mentioned noon.

Sun Hang decided to take a stroll.

It was 9 AM, but outside was as dark as 9 PM, with the windows of the residential buildings opposite heavily lit. Sun Hang glanced upward, meeting the gaze of a small boy leaning at the window.

The boy's eyes showed a hint of doubt; after hesitating for a few seconds, he turned and called out something, soon, a middle-aged woman came to the window and took the boy away.

Before the middle-aged woman took the boy away, she shot Sun Hang a wary glance through the window, then closed the curtains tightly.

Most of the people living in this district were relatives of either the Anomaly Investigation Bureau or the Mysterious Creature Research Institute. They clearly knew the true identity of those living in this adjacent villa district.

On the first day of moving in, Yang Qi had warned Sun Hang not to mind the looks of the residents—even though they might have family working at the Investigation Bureau or the Research Institute, for the vast majority of ordinary people, an infected Mysterious Creature Hunter was still an anomaly.

It's like being a HIV patient—even if people know normal social contact won't transmit the virus, they can't help but view those afflicted through a colored lens and inadvertently distance themselves.

Non-aggressive HIV patients are treated this way, let alone Mysterious Creature Hunters with the risk of losing control and destructive power equivalent to human-shaped monsters.

Sun Hang didn't mind these glances; after all, these people most likely would never intersect with him.

He only cared about three things—one, staying alive; two, becoming stronger; three, recovering lost memories (or rather, discovering the truth about the Three Monkeys and his abilities).

Remaining in Tianfu City was a choice with both risks and rewards, but currently, Sun Hang's rewards greatly outweighed the risks he needed to take.

As a Mysterious Creature Hunter, Tianfu City will be an excellent hunting ground in the future.

But for ordinary people, this place will gradually... become a hell.

Sun Hang zipped up his jacket—as June approached, temperatures should have started warming, but without the sun's thermal radiation, the temperature in Shuzhou Territory began plummeting precipitously, compared to last night, the current apparent temperature had dropped by at least ten degrees.

"Please citizens strictly comply with the latest management regulations announced by the Management Committee, we will do our utmost to ensure citizens' safety and property security..."

An SUV with loudspeakers approached slowly, but this time, the vehicle stopped, the window rolled down, a young man dressed as a sheriff leaned out and stared at Sun Hang with a frown.

"Hey, are you planning to go out?" the young sheriff asked, "Didn't you hear what the loudspeakers were broadcasting? The entire city is restricting travel! Even in emergencies, you must call the neighborhood management department first!"

"I would love to call, but there's no signal." Sun Hang raised his phone to the man.

"Then go home and wait, communication towers are being repaired, shouldn't take long to fix." The sheriff said, "Judging by your appearance, doesn't seem like it's urgent."

"Uh... don't you know who lives here?" Sun Hang couldn't help but ask.

"Who lives here?" The sheriff's gaze drifted past Sun Hang to linger on the villas behind him, "Even if you're distinguished, you must obey management regulations! No one is exempt!"

Sun Hang noticed the young man had a "temporary sheriff" armband on his shoulder.

Instantly, Sun Hang understood.

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