Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 594 Found the Recharge Window? The System is the Real Detective
When Feng Ju saw Li Xiang, Li Xiang was also looking at him, but their eyes met briefly and then looked away, neither of them speaking first.

The special envoy sat in a black leather sofa, habitually holding a crystal goblet with a drop of dark red wine, resembling blood, at the bottom.

He didn't sip, but slowly turned the cup handle with his slender fingers. The light from the overhead lamp reflected off the cup, casting ever-changing colors on his face.

"Have you found [the mask]?"

The special envoy's voice was not loud, and he asked coldly.

Feng Ju's body tensed up almost reflexively, and his head drooped down so low it was almost buried in his chest.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed with difficulty, looking both fearful and ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Special Envoy, I have done everything in my power, deploying all available manpower and informants."

I had people monitor Zheng Hang's former residence and other places he frequented 24 hours a day, but we were still able to find him.

He seemed to have vanished into thin air…

He paused, as if gathering his remaining courage to complete his conclusion.
“I…I suspect that Zheng Hang probably escaped from District Nine as soon as he left the sewer that day.”

After saying this, large beads of sweat appeared on Feng Ju's forehead.

Since his resurrection, Feng Ju has gained stronger control over all the muscles in his body, especially his facial muscles.

In short, his acting was already good before, and now it has been enhanced to an epic degree, perfectly portraying the subordinate's fearful incompetence.

"Not even a trace?"

The special envoy's voice suddenly dropped several octaves, becoming incredibly somber.

Of course there are clues!
She is the daughter that Feng Ju once cherished but now hates to the core.

But he couldn't say a word; he had to keep this secret to himself.

This wasn't to protect his daughter, but to protect himself.

After all... blood ties are an unbreakable bond!

Now that he's confessed the truth, do you think the special envoy will believe he'll put aside his own family for the greater good, or will he directly conclude that he's been the mastermind behind [Mask] all along?

The antonym of "When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" is...
Feng Ju was speechless and could only grit his teeth and remain silent.

"Humph!"

The special envoy put down his wine glass and stared intently at Feng Ju. The oppressive feeling brought by power can crush a person's spine.

Even though Feng Ju was already dead, he felt cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Useless trash, you're a complete waste of my time and patience. I was even thinking of promoting you to the head of the police station and sending your daughter to the city, but do you think you're worthy?"

The special envoy began his reprimand.

"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, blah blah blah..."

The reprimands came like a flood, wave after wave ravaging Feng Ju's spirit and dignity.

Words can sometimes be sharper than knives, especially insults from your boss.

If it were Feng Ju, who was still alive just last week, it would definitely cause him unbearable pain, and he would even have suicidal thoughts.

Thankfully, he's dead now!
Therefore, he only found the special envoy noisy.

Police chief?
Let whoever wants to be it, I don't care who it is.

Uptown?

To hell with the city! Only a ghost would go to the city.

Feng Ju lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, but his fingernails dug deeply into his palms.

It wasn't the loss of a future that caused the pain, but the ticking countdown on my retina that had taken away another precious ten minutes.

For someone with only 4.75 days left, this is nothing short of blatant murder.

Feng Ju felt like every second was an eternity, wishing he could just jump up and twist the special envoy's head off.

But he can't.

He could only endure the murder like the most docile dog, with a humble posture, while forcing out the most complex expressions of fear, loss, and shame on his face.

In fact, the special envoy also wished he could just twist Feng Ju's head off.

What's the point of a useless dog living?

But the special envoy really had no one left to use in the lower city, and besides, he had not yet recouped his costs with Feng Ju and his team.

People will do business that could cost them their lives, but nobody will do business that loses money.

Li Xiang, who was sitting quietly to the side, arrived less than two minutes earlier than Feng Ju; they arrived almost at the same time.

At this moment, watching Feng Ju being scolded like a dog, meek and submissive, sweating profusely, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes:
"This father is so much worse than the son."

Li Xiang was certain that if it were Feng Mu in his place, the latter would never have allowed the special envoy to hurl insults at him. No, it should be said that Feng Mu would have been able to do the task assigned by the special envoy perfectly.

Even if we don't bring back [Masked's] head, finding [Masked's] hiding place should be no problem at all.

"Should we recommend Feng Mu to the special envoy?"

A thought popped into Li Xiang's mind, but he immediately suppressed it.

Forget it, it's too dangerous.
While pondering, the special envoy finally finished his reprimand, took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and glanced at Li Xiang.

Li Xiang quickly put aside all his distracting thoughts, hurriedly stood up, and took advantage of the brief moment to walk to the special envoy in a few steps, bowing and presenting the parchment scroll in his hand.

The special envoy's gaze fell on the parchment scroll, then slowly rose and landed on Li Xiang's face.

His gaze was cold and scrutinizing, carrying an undisguised aloofness and mockery.

He knew, of course, that Li Xiang's purpose in coming was to try and mend their relationship through a gift.

More accurately, it's about pleasing oneself, begging oneself not to hold a grudge against his previous "betrayal".

Strictly speaking, it wasn't betrayal, but big shots are often petty. For those below them, a big shot's dislike is like a knife hanging over their heads at any moment.

He's got a good plan, but unfortunately, what kind of status does he have as a special envoy?

Despite losing in the family feud and being exiled to the lower city, he remained aloof and arrogant, not believing that a mere constable in the lower city could offer anything worthy of his attention.

Li Xiang seemed oblivious to the disdain and coldness in the special envoy's eyes. His hands remained firmly clasped in the parchment scroll, his back bent even lower, as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Special Envoy, this is something I found from the Blue Wolf Gang. You might be interested in it."

The true identity of [Mask] has been revealed; he is Zheng Hang, the son of the former leader of the Green Wolf Gang.

Upon hearing this, the special envoy's pupils contracted slightly.

Then Li Xiang continued:
"The current leader of the Green Wolf Gang is Ma Bin. I had him carefully examine everything left behind by Zheng Hang and his son, inside and out, over and over again."

Finally, the parchment was found in a very hidden compartment.

The special envoy straightened up slightly from his sofa, while Feng Ju's head remained bowed in frustration, though his ears were perked up.

Li Xiang knew the time was right and stopped being coy:
"The parchment scroll records a bloody evil ritual, which is very similar to the setup of the murder scene in No. 47 Middle School. And that murder case was Zheng Hang's first murder case..." Li Xiang stopped there and didn't say anything more.

That's all for now; the remaining special envoys will produce their own results.

He steadily moved the parchment scroll he was holding in both hands forward another inch.

The arrogance on the special envoy's face completely vanished.

He snatched the parchment scroll from Li Xiang's hand; it felt heavy and smooth to the touch.

The special envoy unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together, and immediately made a judgment:
"The parchment in my hand is very old; the surface is covered with a layer of corpse oil."

He couldn't wait to untie the rope and unfold the parchment scroll!

A strong, pungent smell, a mixture of stale sheepskin odor and rusty blood, wafted over, causing Feng Ju, who was standing not far away, to hold his breath.

My heart rate increased slightly for a moment, from once every 10 seconds to once every 9 seconds.

The parchment scroll did not contain text, but rather a pattern drawn with a dark red, almost black pigment, resembling a distorted face.

The special envoy certainly knew more about evil rituals than Li Xiang, and he immediately recognized the significance of this parchment scroll.

Although he couldn't be 100% certain yet, given the existence of the [mask], he was already about 80% sure.

He glanced greedily at the eerie images on the parchment a few more times, then, resisting the immense temptation, reluctantly rolled the parchment back up.

He didn't put the parchment aside, but held it tightly in his hand, as if afraid it would fly away.

The special envoy raised his head, his gaze returning to Li Xiang, his eyes becoming incredibly deep and indescribable.

"Very good, you did a great job. You truly deserve to be called the police station's top detective. Your talent is outstanding."

The special envoy finally spoke, his voice low and slow, making every word he uttered seem to come from the heart.

"Your previous 'disrespect' towards me is now wiped clean."

Li Xiang's tense body relaxed instantly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He let out a long sigh of relief, tears of gratitude streaming down his face, and said:
"I am deeply grateful to Commissioner Xie for his magnanimity."

The special envoy observed Li Xiang's reaction, a satisfied smile appearing on his face, and then said:

"Have you verified the authenticity of this parchment scroll?"

Li Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly replied:

"No, the contents of the parchment are too evil. Some of the patterns and symbols are beyond my understanding. I dare not verify them, nor do I know how to verify them."

The special envoy narrowed his eyes:
"The current leader of the Green Wolf Gang is named Ma Bin, right? And who is he?"

Li Xiang inwardly groaned, somewhat regretting taking out the parchment scroll.

But if he didn't produce the parchment, he couldn't satisfy the special envoy and would have to worry about the envoy's retaliation at any time. But now that he had produced the parchment, other worries arose.

This seems to be a vicious cycle with no solution.

Li Xiang swallowed hard and replied:
"Please rest assured, Special Envoy, Ma Bin is a smart man. He handed the parchment to me as soon as he found it."

The special envoy didn't ask any more questions. He leaned forward, gently patted Li Xiang's shoulder with his right hand, and smiled:

"Do your job well. I think you have a very good chance of becoming the police chief."

Li Xiang's face instantly lit up with wild joy, as if he had been stunned by this sudden favor. He took his leave unsteadily.

Beside him, Feng Ju's body jolted, and he perfectly revealed a look of jealousy and hatred.

He looked like a stray dog ​​whose bones had been taken away, staring longingly at the parchment scroll in the special envoy's hand.

From his perspective, he couldn't see the contents of the parchment scroll, but from the conversation between the special envoy and Li Xiang, a startling guess began to surface in his mind:

That parchment scroll might just be the "recharge window" he's been searching for...?!
The special envoy took in the changes in their expressions and a cold smile of complete control crept into his heart.

The promise made to Li Xiang just now seemed to be addressed to Li Xiang, but wasn't it also meant for Feng Ju as well?

He looked at Feng Ju and sighed:
“Li Xiang did well, but you disappointed me. However, you are still the person I trust most in the lower city, so I am willing to give you another chance.”

Originally, the special envoy would not have easily forgiven Feng Ju's incompetence today, but with the parchment in hand, things took a new turn, and he would need to make use of Feng Ju next.

Although Feng Ju lacked Li Xiang's talent, he was more ruthless, making him a suitable candidate to perform some insignificant verification for him.

The special envoy paused for a moment, then said quietly:
"Zheng Hang, if you can't find him, fine, but don't disappoint me next."

If Feng Ju messes things up again this time, then he will have no choice but to atone with his death.

Feng Ju suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed intently on the special envoy, and shouted:
"Please tell me, Special Envoy, that I will not disappoint you this time."

The special envoy waved his hand and said calmly:
"I hope so. Okay, I'll look into it and contact you to do the work once I've figured it out."

Feng Ju was extremely anxious, but he couldn't urge them on the surface, so he could only leave the villa respectfully.

As he left the villa, he glanced back, his eyes flashing with an inhuman, eerie light.

【113:47:21】

【113:47:20】

【113:47:19】

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.........

At the same time, several lines of subtitles also popped up in front of Feng Mu's eyes:

[Second Prison (may be partially missing and expanded)]
[Second Prison Control Progress Update!]
[Current control level 90% → 94%!]
[Event Log Recording:]

1. Du Changle's appointment as acting warden was rejected, and Lou Duan recommended Ling Song, leaving the warden position at a standstill. (Completeness +1%)

2. Qian Huan was discharged from the hospital and transferred back to the villa. (Completeness +1%)

3. Goods are packed and ready for dispatch. (Completeness +1%)

4. Li Hanyu has gained Wang Xinfa's greater trust, and her plan is proceeding smoothly. (Completeness +1%)
The difference is that the countdown in Feng Ju's eyes is a death warrant, while the countdown in Feng Mu's eyes is a promising future.

The joys and sorrows of fathers and sons are not shared!
How ironic, how... fortunate indeed!
Feng Mu could roughly guess Li Hanyu's plan, but not the whole picture; he could guess about 50%.

He looked at the event log for a while and was a little confused about the "packing of goods". What was being packed, who was packing it, and who was delivering it?

That's the downside of not having the full map open; you can't know everything.

However, Feng Mu didn't need to figure out all the details behind it; he only needed to keep an eye on the progress bar, which was steadily increasing.

This shows that no matter what these people outside are doing, the ultimate result is that they are helping him.

This is the conclusion reached by the system!

This is not speculation, but a conclusion, a "score" given after comprehensive consideration of the current reality!
To some extent, Li Xiang's title of "detective" is in quotes; the system is the real detective!

Feng Mu's unconditional trust in the system's conclusions means he can now simply reap the benefits without lifting a finger. This feeling is truly wonderful, so addictive...
(End of this chapter)