Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 598 It turns out, I'm the most consistent one in the family, inside and out.
After delivering the gift, Feng Mu took his leave.

Li Hanyu carried heavy gifts in her hands, her gaze slowly sweeping across the bedroom.

Ordinary water cups and vases are obviously too small to hold the human head on the [old tree on the grave].

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on the large fish tank where her son was being submerged; the tank was clearly still quite spacious.

Li Hanyu immediately had an idea.

Of course, she wouldn't recklessly throw a head in; she was still very cautious.

"Head Nurse." She gently waved towards the medical team.

The head nurse standing guard at the door immediately stepped forward, the hem of her white coat swaying slightly with her hurried footsteps.

Li Hanyu offered no further explanation and simply handed over the severed head.

The head nurse's expression changed almost imperceptibly, and she gently took the head in her arms.

It was as if she were holding not a human head, but a bouquet of flowers.

Such composure and professionalism under pressure are truly worthy of the Fourth Hospital's top-notch nursing team. Thumbs up!
“Examine this head carefully,”

Li Hanyu then slowly gave the instructions.
"Be careful not to damage it."

"Okay, ma'am."

The head nurse took the head aside to perform the procedure. This converted bedroom was equipped with top-notch medical equipment, more than capable of examining a head or even performing a major surgery.

Li Hanyu naturally didn't doubt Feng Mu's good intentions; checking heads was just something she did out of habit.

The head nurse placed the head on the sterile operating table, and under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, every line of skin and every frostbite on the scalp was clearly visible.

She carefully took a sample from the person's head for various tests and analyses.

At the same time, the head is fixed in place, and various X-ray machines are used to see through the head, creating a detailed internal image on a computer screen next to it.

Tomographic images of blood vessels, skull, and brain tissue (although they had lost their activity) were captured and analyzed one by one.

"Madam, all tests have been completed, and there are no issues with the head."

The head nurse flipped through the test reports, her tone resolute:

"Apart from a bone density that is slightly higher than normal, this is a normal dead person's head."

"Handle it properly."

Li Hanyu was not surprised by this result and continued to give instructions.

“This is a gift that someone specially gave to Huan’er. I want it to be placed in the nutrient chamber cleanly and safely to accompany him.”

"Gift?"

Even the experienced head nurse was taken aback at that moment.

What else could she say?

She could only sigh to herself: the rich have so many creative ways of giving gifts these days; poverty ultimately limited her imagination.

Soon, the head nurse gathered several medical staff and began to perform professional treatment on the head.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the clinking of instruments created a crisp sound. Everyone maintained a professional and restrained silence.

First, the neck incision was sutured with cosmetic stitches, leaving almost no visible scar.

Next, using minimally invasive techniques, a specially formulated bio-gel is slowly injected into the cranial cavity to replace traditional antiseptic agents.

Finally, a sealed protective "mask" was carefully sprayed onto the head, face, and hair, and then sterilized and disinfected.

The fine mist of the disinfectant spray made the entire process resemble both a solemn encoffining ceremony and the meticulous creation of a work of art, exuding an indescribable sense of eeriness and sanctity.

Everything was handled properly.

Wearing sterile gloves, the medical staff carefully lifted the head and slowly sank it into the dark blue nutrient solution.

The head slowly sank into the water, its rotation creating an elegant arc, as if guided by the hand of fate, falling precisely into Qian Huan's arms.

Qian Huan's unconsciously curled arms happened to wrap around her sinking head.

The head was tilted slightly to the side, its pale cheek pressed against his chest covered with new skin.

Each with their own song, they embraced each other quietly in an incredibly intimate yet terrifying way.

Li Hanyu looked at the scene in the fish tank with a hint of surprise, the blue light reflected from the tank dancing in her eyes:
"It seems my son is quite pleased with the generous gift that Feng Mu sent."

same time.

Feng Mu also sensed Qian Huan's gratitude.

[Second Prison (may be partially missing and expanded)]
[Second Prison Control Progress Update!]
[Current control level 94% → 95%!]
[New record added to event log:]

Qian Huan received your gift, and he held it in his arms, clearly very pleased. (Completeness +1%)
A faint smile of satisfaction curved Feng Mu's lips. It was truly a blessing that her carefully prepared gift was appreciated by her good friend.
....
Outside the villa area, the meticulously manicured landscaped area stands silently in the night.

The branches and leaves of towering trees rustled in the evening breeze, and the shrubs were trimmed into neat geometric shapes by gardeners, resembling living fences.

The neon lights cast by the city's backside pierced through the layers of leaves, casting fragmented spots of light on the lawn-like surface.

A figure crouched in the light spot; it was Feng Ju.

After leaving the special envoy's villa, he did not go far, but remained crouched in the bushes.

His eyes kept glancing towards the entrance of the villa area; he was waiting, waiting for the special envoy to summon him again.

Time was no longer an abstract concept to him, but a concrete representation of cold numbers on his retina:

【101:22:21】

【101:22:20】

【101:22:19】

【…】

"It's been almost ten hours. The special envoy should have finished his research by now, right?"

Feng Ju waited and waited, but the special envoy's call never came, and he was getting increasingly anxious.

It's a real case of being so anxious you could die!
"Why didn't the special envoy ask me for help? If I could help him with the research, the speed would definitely be much faster."

Feng Ju really wanted to contribute his intelligence and wisdom to the special envoy.

He was willing to swear on his beloved daughter's life that he was truly motivated by a deep-seated, selfless desire to do something for the special envoy.

In addition, Feng Ju was also very certain that the special envoy would need him.

Although he couldn't guess why the special envoy was so obsessed with [the evil ritual]—whether it was to become a monster, to study monsters, or perhaps...
Feng Ju couldn't figure out the special envoy's purpose.

But whatever the special envoy's purpose, once he obtains the parchment, he will certainly try to hold a [wicked ritual] to verify its authenticity.

Of course, given his high-ranking position as a special envoy, he would definitely find someone to help him verify. "That person is me!"

“I can find the offerings for the special envoy to preside over the ceremony, one, ten, a hundred, I can find them for him as quickly as possible.”

"Even if the special envoy needs me to be a sacrifice, that's not out of the question!"

Feng Ju's mind raced, and a fierce determination formed in his heart:

“I must participate in the [evil ritual], whether it is preparing the offerings or becoming the offerings myself. As long as I can participate, I will have the opportunity to see the contents of the parchment, or at the very least, I will be able to witness the entire process of the [evil ritual].

Feng Ju's thoughts may seem crazy, but in fact, his mind is clearer than ever before.

In his eyes, if the parchment scrolls are the "recharge window," then the process of the [evil ritual] might be the "recharge process."

For someone with only 4 days left to recharge, this could be their last chance to do so, and they absolutely cannot miss it.

"If the special envoy doesn't contact me soon..."

In Feng Ju's eyes, despair and madness intertwined.
"Then I have no choice but to take the risk and fight to the death!"

Just then, the heavy wrought iron gates of the villa area slowly slid open to both sides.

A black luxury sedan drove off smoothly.

Feng Ju's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously buried his body deeper into the shadows of the bushes, revealing only a pair of horrified eyes.

With the rear window of the car half-rolled down, a young, calm face wearing framed glasses clearly came into Feng Ju's view.

Sitting inside was none other than his filial son, whom he had longed to see but dared not do so recently.

"Feng Mu?! He...how could he be here?!"

A tremendous sense of shock and disbelief crashed into Feng Ju's mind like a tsunami.

In an instant, Feng Ju felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, suffocating as if enveloped by a huge conspiracy.

It's no wonder Feng Ju is suspicious; anyone in his situation would be prone to overthinking.

From his perspective:

It is known that the daughter is a monster in human skin, and is most likely related to [The Mask], or is the second [The Mask];

Then, it is highly likely that the son is also a monster, and a death countdown is planted on him;
The parchment scroll containing the secrets of [Masked] is currently at the special envoy's villa;
Finally, the son mysteriously appeared at the same location!

From this, we can deduce... what?
Feng Ju's mind was like an overloaded old machine, its CPU running wildly, with all sorts of clues tangling, breaking, and rebuilding in his mind...

"It's too hard...it's really too hard..."

Feng Ju dug his fingers deep into his hair, tearing at his scalp. He used all his detective skills, killing every single brain cell in his body, but he still couldn't unravel this tangled mess of clues.

I can't figure it out! I just can't figure it out no matter what I do!
If it were a real detective, perhaps they could figure out the truth.
Feng Ju was in a state of turmoil, but an almost instinctive, vague yet strong intuition told him that there was no simple coincidence behind all of this.

There must be an invisible thread connecting all these things.

The vehicle drove smoothly away, merging into the main road traffic, and soon disappeared into the distance.

Feng Ju remained crouched in the shadows of the bushes, his mind replaying that familiar yet utterly unfamiliar face.

An indescribable sense of desolation and absurdity surged in my chest:

"My daughter has been acting all along, deceiving me to death. My son is also acting, and he's the one who hides it the deepest. So, in the end, I'm the most genuine person in the family... the fool?"

Inside the car, Feng Mu, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, subtly pursed his lips.

He spotted Feng Ju immediately, without even needing to use his eyes to locate him; he could pinpoint Feng Ju's precise coordinates through his senses.

Feng Ju's remaining life was a gift from him; the latter would be immediately sensed by him whenever he appeared near him.

He simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention, not even bothering to cast a single extra glance at it.

"With only four days left to live, they haven't even made a decent splash. It's really disappointing."

Feng Mu's mind was no longer on his elderly father; he had already done everything he could for him.

If he had to describe his current feelings, they would be roughly the same as when Feng Ju abandoned the original owner of this body.

“My dear father is no match for my sister at all. He is such a useless person that it is not worth wasting my life and emotions on him.”

Feng Mu snapped out of his thoughts and decided to completely abandon Feng Ju, letting him fend for himself.

.........

The heavy mahogany door was locked from the inside, as if the world had been muted. Only the special envoy's heavy breathing could be heard in the study, which was slightly eerie in the excessively quiet room.

The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, preventing any light from getting in.

Only the desk lamp was turned to its brightest setting, casting a pale beam of light that enveloped the unfolded parchment scroll.

The special envoy was practically lying on the table, his nose pressed against the yellowed parchment, greedily inhaling the unique putrid smell of aged corpse oil.

The lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses reflected the blinding light, but could not conceal the almost burning light in his eyes, a mixture of extreme excitement and naked greed.

"It's true...it's almost certain it's true..."

The special envoy's chapped lips twitched; not having drunk a drop of water for over ten hours had made his voice hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

What prompted him to make this judgment was not rigorous academic research, but the fact that the ritual steps recorded on the parchment were so complicated, the requirements so demanding, and the process so bloody and cruel that they completely exceeded the moral bottom line of normal human beings and even challenged the normal logic of life and death.

The death scenes depicted above, and the requirement that the sacrificer must remain conscious amidst extreme pain... all perfectly matched his deepest, most twisted and insane imagination of "evil rituals".

More importantly—[Mask] is real!

This undeniable fact, like an ironclad foundation, provides the strongest credibility support for the [evil ritual] recorded on the parchment scroll.

It should be known that there are countless evil rituals in the world, but very few are truly successful.

The vast majority are nothing more than self-deceiving lies by delusional people, or tragedies orchestrated by madmen.

But this one... it points to a known success story—Masked Zheng Hang!
The special envoy's obsession with the "mask" stems from his desire to capture a malevolent parasite, transport it back to the upper city, and bring it back to his family to gain merit.

You have to understand that within large families like theirs, competition is constant.

Outsiders only see their glamorous lives and assume they've been living on cloud nine since birth. However, only they know the cruel arena hidden beneath the clouds.

It's not just the position of young patriarch that requires competition; every position within the family requires competition.

He wasn't qualified for the position of young master, and he wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

His goal was simply to become an outstanding member of the family, be included in the key training program, and become a member of the future young master's team.

Even if he's just an insignificant member of the team, as long as he can hold a powerful position in an important department within the family and truly mobilize some of the family's resources, he'll be content!

Even such a "humble" ambition is incredibly difficult to realize.

The primary condition is to break free from the stinking quagmire of the lower city and return to the bright world of the upper city.

To earn this ticket back, he must...
(End of this chapter)