Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 599 Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?
To return to the upper city, he must perform meritorious deeds that will attract the attention of his family.

This credit wasn't due to his outstanding performance in the lower city, such as how well he managed the police station.

All of this is futile; even if he makes the Ninth District Police Station the best in the city, it won't make a difference.

You maintained order in the lower city, not the upper city. What does your contribution have to do with the upper city?

Moreover, it's impossible for him to do that.

The special envoy understands this principle perfectly well.

His position as the Upper City Special Envoy sounds impressive; he represents the will of the Upper City and oversees everything in the Lower City.

But actually?
It's enough to fool others, but never fool yourself.

His power is flexible and can be either great or small.

It is infinitely large in some ways, but also infinitely small.

To put it more bluntly, if he really wanted to achieve something, his power would be compressed to an infinitesimal size; but if he was just a figurehead, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun, his power could expand to an infinite size.

In short, conventional methods are not feasible. The only way he can potentially achieve merit is to capture a live evil sacrificial parasite.

A single evil ritual parasite would be a highly sought-after strategic resource in the upper city.

It wasn't like this before.

However, since a few months ago, when the thirteen members of [Destiny] launched a near-total attack on the Upper City Council, displaying terrifying power and causing the Skyfall Incident.

The importance of evil rituals was thus elevated to an unprecedented level.

Studying evil rituals, understanding evil rituals, and controlling evil rituals... this has become an unspoken consensus among the Upper City Council and various families.

Abbreviated as the Evil Sacrifice Competition!
Of course, there is still a huge gap between evil rituals and their parasites!

The problem is, not just anyone can capture evil spirits.

In any case, given the special envoy's strength, there's absolutely no way he would harbor any wicked thoughts towards the true form of the evil priest.

He knows his own limitations; he's not crazy.

He wanted to go back to the city, not die.

But he dared not entertain the thought of evil sacrifice; the evil sacrificial parasite that had delivered itself to his door was a different matter entirely.

Moreover, it was a wild juvenile.

However, reality slapped him hard in the face.

His men are all useless!

After such a long and arduous pursuit, they still couldn't even catch a glimpse of [Mask].

This made him feel both angry and deeply powerless.

But things are different now; it doesn't matter that [the masked man] can't be caught.

He could find a way to create the [mask] himself, as long as the parchment could be verified as genuine.

The special envoy's fingertips gently caressed the parchment scroll, his eyes behind his glasses seeming to burn with passion:
"One [Mask] is no match for ten [Masks]. One Evil Sacrifice Parasite is enough to get me transferred back to the Upper City. But if I can continuously create Evil Sacrifice Parasites, then I..."

He's not just capturing a single evil ritual parasite anymore; he's building a production line for evil ritual parasites.

Thus, many thoughts that he would never have dared to hope for before now grew wildly in his mind like weeds on a wasteland.

"Huh...huh..."

The special envoy's breathing became increasingly heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

He lowered his head and stared once more at the distorted and bizarre "human face" on the parchment scroll.

Under the light, the smile on his lips gradually became distorted and ferocious, as if he were unknowingly overlapping with the face on the parchment scroll.

"The sacrifice process is very complicated, and it doesn't just have to be done once, it has to be done several times. The first time you need one qualified offering, the second time you need ten, and the third time you need fifty..."

"Not only that, but for each sacrifice, a huge amount of iron also needs to be fed to the offering?"

The special envoy's eyes flickered uncertainly.

After a while, the special envoy closed the parchment scroll and put it in his bosom for safekeeping.

He stood up and straightened his expensive suit, which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting for so long.

"Click."

The special envoy slowly opened the study door.

The maid waiting outside the door immediately served the decanted red wine.

The special envoy took a small sip, glanced at the maid briefly, and smiled, "One."

The maid, unable to hear, respectfully withdrew.

The special envoy walked around the villa, looking back and forth, muttering to himself:

"Two, three, four, five..."

Ironically, despite living in this villa for so long, he still hadn't remembered exactly how many servants there were. Today was the first time he'd really taken a good look at them.

It took 2 minutes.

The special envoy strolled around the villa, his gaze lingering on the faces of each servant with unprecedented focus.

The servants didn't know what had happened, but they inexplicably felt that their "master" was looking at them with unusual tenderness today.

Yes, the service philosophy of top-tier housekeeping companies is to provide clients with the ultimate experience, just like being the homeowner.

Especially when dealing with distinguished long-term clients like special envoys, the servants' professional ethics truly allow them to do whatever they want with their "masters."

After all, whether the "owner" does it or not, the housekeeping company's salary already covers 113 "additional services".

The special envoy had never requested these services before, but perhaps he wanted them today?
The prettiest maid, Cuihua, had a sudden realization that her chance might have come.

He then deliberately approached the special envoy, swaying back and forth within his line of sight, and when he bent over to wipe the table, he sticks his buttocks out very high.

Because she could neither speak nor hear, she was particularly adept at reading people's expressions. She could see the burning desire hidden in the special envoy's eyes as he looked at everyone.

As the most beautiful member of the housekeeping team, she has a selfless dedication.

It's not for the salary paid by the company, but for the tip that the host gives casually after they are satisfied.

It's important to know that she doesn't have to split this extra income with the company on a 30/70 basis.

"Only 9?"

The special envoy's mood instantly soured; he felt slighted.

As a special envoy, he was only given nine servants by the housekeeping company. Who does he think he is?

"We can't even gather ten people, so we can only perform the first [evil ritual]?" The special envoy felt melancholy.

However, even just once is fine, let's test the waters first.

The special envoy's gaze was indeed drawn to Cuihua, and he thought to himself with a smile:
"This woman keeps striking seductive poses to attract my attention. Fine, I like ambitious people, I'll give her my first chance."

He waved to the maid, then turned and walked towards the recreation room on the second floor.

The recreation room is spacious, with walls and doors filled with the best sound-absorbing materials, providing excellent privacy. Most importantly, it's perfect for some... activities that are not suitable for children.

When Cuihua saw the special envoy waving, her face instantly flushed with excitement. She swayed her slender waist and pert buttocks and quickly followed, afraid that if she was a step too slow, the opportunity would slip away.

The other servants watched this scene with envy, jealousy, and hatred surging in their eyes. Regardless of gender, they all had the same thought in their minds at this moment—"He can be replaced!" Cuihua walked into the entertainment room and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

The special envoy had Cuihua stand in the middle, looked her up and down a few times, and said quietly:
"He's a bit thin. I don't know if we'll have enough blood. The altar needs to be drawn smaller."

Cuihua couldn't hear, but she could feel her "master's" gaze growing increasingly intense, as if he wanted to strip her bare.

She was both nervous and expectant, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head slightly, adopting a shy posture as she awaited the arrival of "favor".

The special envoy didn't rush to take action; there was still a crucial prelude to come—feeding iron!
The ceremony requires that ten catties of iron be fed to the offerings before the formal sacrifice.

However, after scanning the villa, he couldn't find a single iron object.

Iron is a crude material used by the poor; the rich use gold, silver, jade, emerald, glass, and so on. It's really difficult to find a piece of iron in a villa.

The special envoy naturally wouldn't go to the hardware store to buy it himself; after thinking for a moment, he could only dial the phone and call Feng Ju.

He was still desperately short of capable people in the lower city. At most, Feng Ju could be considered a half-confidant, but unfortunately, he wasn't very capable.

There was a time when he could use his family's influence to mobilize the Survey Corps.

Zhou Jian, the son of the corps commander, was extremely attentive to him and always available whenever he was called. However, not long after, he often found himself unable to reach Zhou Jian by phone.

Although Zhou Jian would always politely call back to apologize and explain that he was carrying out a secret mission within the Hidden Sect.

However, the special envoy wasn't stupid. He could sense that Zhou Jian seemed to be avoiding him, and that attitude of avoiding him like the plague was really baffling to him.

In the bushes outside the villa area.

A cell phone suddenly vibrated in the bushes outside the villa area.

Feng Ju picked up his phone and held his breath.

The voice of the special envoy on the phone left him frozen in place.

"What is that? Ten pounds of iron?"

Feng Ju almost thought he was hallucinating, and had to confirm it:

"Special envoy, are you talking about iron? Oh, okay, any kind of iron will do?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by more detailed additional requirements:

"I want the most expensive iron, the kind you can eat."

"Buy the most expensive iron you can get, the kind you can eat."

After the call ended, Feng Ju's brows furrowed.

Most people probably couldn't understand the special envoy's demands, but Feng Ju, wielding his "detective" abilities, quickly deduced the truth.

His "detective" skills couldn't see through his son, let alone understand the special envoy?!

Feng Ju licked his cold lips and muttered to himself:
"The most expensive iron, and it has to be edible? Is this what the [evil ritual] requires? It's truly bizarre and unimaginable!"

Feng Ju drew his own conclusion:

"Ten pounds of iron should be ingested by the sacrificial offering, so being able to eat it is one of the necessary conditions for the [evil ritual]. As for 'the most expensive'... it's probably just the special envoy's own preference."

A glint of wisdom flashed in Feng Ju's eyes. He had found the first piece of the puzzle for the [Evil Ritual], but it was far from enough. He needed more pieces.

Looking around, there was naturally no hardware store to be found near the villa area.

He had no choice but to take out his phone and follow the navigation to buy it at a place further away.

Expensive and delicious iron is impossible to buy in a hardware store, let alone ten kilograms.

Feng Ju didn't foolishly follow the special envoy's instructions. He scanned the store and quickly pointed to the iron beads on the shelf.

The iron beads are slightly larger than regular pills, and their smooth surface makes them easy to swallow.

Forty-five minutes later.

Feng Ju returned to the villa carrying a heavy bag of iron beads and handed the bag to the special envoy.

He followed closely behind the special envoy, trying to get into the entertainment room.

The special envoy suddenly turned around at the door and raised his hand to stop him:

"You stay at the door and don't let anyone in to disturb me."

The door closed shut mercilessly.

Feng Ju stood frozen in place, his expression shifting between light and dark: "..."

(Background music should be playing here: I should be inside the door, not at the doorway~)

In that fleeting glimpse, Feng Ju only managed to see a woman standing inside the room.

Cuihua looked at the special envoy with a puzzled expression as he carried in a black bag, and then watched as he gripped a pen and continued to draw a strange pattern on the ground.

She knew that rich people often had some strange hobbies for entertainment, but after looking at the sky for a long time, she still couldn't figure out what the special envoy was trying to do.

If this is just foreplay to enhance the experience, then 45 minutes is a bit too long.

When the special envoy finished the last stroke and took out the parchment scroll to compare it carefully, he squatted down and wiped and made some corrections. Cuihua finally realized that something was wrong.

The next second, her wrist was suddenly gripped, and the pen tip slashed across her skin, causing blood to gush out.

“Draw it with your blood, just like the picture on the ground!”

Under the maid's terrified gaze, the special envoy wrote a line on the wall beside him with a blood-stained pen.

Only then did Cuihua realize that the special envoy had been making a draft for her so that she could copy it.

But the price for this "copying" was her blood.
Cuihua was terrified and watched helplessly as the special envoy opened the plastic bag in front of her and grabbed a handful of iron beads.

15 minute later.

Cuihua lay in a pool of blood, barely alive, her once slender waist and abdomen now swollen and distended.

Her vision gradually blurred, and in a daze, she seemed to see a distorted face appear on the ceiling, looking down at her.

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ears:
Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?
The voice was cold and mechanical, devoid of any warmth, seemingly traversing a vast distance, carrying an inhuman chill.

Cuihua did not answer the question; she did not know how to answer it.

She had never thought about the meaning of life.

On her deathbed, she was still thinking:

"By the way, which of the 113 additional services should my service be counted under? Am I going to die? I haven't received my tip yet..."

The special envoy stood in the corner, his eyes bloodshot.

He was horrified to find that the ceiling was covered by black mist, as if it had connected to another dimension. Then a pair of eerie and evil eyes peered out from the darkness, coldly scanning the room.

He couldn't describe those eyes; the pupils had no fixed shape.

One moment it is pure, pitch black that absorbs all light; the next it becomes the exact opposite, deathly white; and then it bursts into a scorching, blood-red blaze.

The three colors are constantly rotating, changing, and flowing... like a three-color maze composed of countless kaleidoscopes, exuding extreme evil and coldness.

Just a fleeting glance from the corner of his eye sent shivers down his spine, as if his entire soul was about to leave his body and be drawn into those eyes in the next instant.

"The Evil Ritual? The Evil Ritual actually responded!!!"

The special envoy's lips went numb, and his heart was in turmoil...
(End of this chapter)