Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 605 The Most Humane Evil Sacrifice in History: A Traitor Within?
It was nearly noon, but the heavy blackout curtains kept the light out of the upper town.

The room was filled with a strange mixture of smells: the lingering smell of blood, the pungent odor of disinfectant, the cloying sweetness that expensive aromatherapy tried to mask but failed to do, and... a deeper, cold and sinister aura, as if from another world.

The special envoy stood in the room, and he didn't close his eyes for the entire night.

The [evil ritual] was verified three more times, and the result was exactly the same as the first time!
The thick, swirling black mist, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, condensed on the ceiling each time!

Those malevolent pupils, constantly shifting between deep, pitch-black, deathly white, and blood-red, emerged from the black mist each time.

Including the first attempt, the special envoy conducted a total of four [evil rituals], and the evil rituals were performed as scheduled four times.

Four summons, four responses—the evil priest's attendance rate reached an astonishing 100%!

This result, despite the extreme exhaustion of the special envoy, still evoked a deep sense of trepidation and ecstasy in his soul!
It is important to know that, according to big data statistics, 99% of evil rituals refer to those that have been verified as successful and confirmed to be authentic.

It takes at least dozens of times for an evil ritual to respond, and sometimes hundreds of times for an evil ritual to respond.

After all, evil rituals are either dormant, exist in dimensions where signals are extremely difficult to transmit, have long been annihilated in the river of time, or simply disdain responding to the calls of ants.

Such a "cursed" ritual that is "available at any time"?

Unheard of! Unprecedented!

It felt like he had a malevolent priest who was online 24/7 to serve him, always at his beck and call – it was simply outrageous.

Although the special envoy has yet to learn the true name of this evil priest, let alone glimpse the full picture of the evil priest.

But he was absolutely certain that the evil ritual communicated behind the parchment was the most intimate evil ritual in history.

The only problem is that after each evil ritual, the same question always remains:
Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly... live?
The special envoy felt as if the guests always arrived at the banquet on time, but were never quite satisfied with the food, and then simply left.

"I clearly instructed the maid to repeatedly contemplate the question during the ceremony, and even to silently recite the answer to it in her mind!"

The special envoy stared at the freshest stain on the ground and said irritably:

"Why is it still not working? Is it because my 'answer' to them is wrong? Or... are they simply not qualified?"

The special envoy leans more towards the latter possibility.

Those servants are physically disabled and mentally castrated. Can they understand the ultimate question of "the meaning of life"?

Their very existence, in the eyes of evil rituals, is likely to defile the very issue.

"So, what exactly constitutes a 'qualified' offering that suits the tastes of evil rituals?" The special envoy pondered without success.

But servants have obviously been ruled out, so he needs more samples, more different types of "experimental materials" to try and fail.

Thinking of this, the special envoy couldn't help but feel a surge of discontent:
"No, they're all substandard, and you still eat them so cleanly every time?! Not even a crumb is left?"

He felt like he was being deliberately taken advantage of, but he had no evidence and couldn't complain to the evil priest.

He could only act like a humble chef, constantly changing ingredients, hoping to happen to create a "dish" that would satisfy the other party.

"If only I could catch [Masked], I could get the right answer directly from him," the special envoy thought to himself.

However, it doesn't matter. With the parchment in hand, we can slowly try and fail until we find the right sample.

After all, the one thing this world has in abundance for experimental materials is people; you can have as many as you want.

Just as the special envoy was lost in thought, Feng Ju rushed to the villa.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he keenly noticed that the entire villa felt increasingly empty, with the number of servants reduced by nearly half.

Feng Ju felt a chill run down his spine, and his perception of the special envoy's ruthlessness was once again refreshed.

But then, an uncontrollable burning desire surged from the bottom of his heart. The more obsessed the special envoy was with the evil ritual, the more likely he was to fall for the bait he had carefully prepared.

Feng Ju suppressed the burning desire in his eyes, quickly adjusted his expression, lowered his head slightly, and adopted a respectful posture.

The special envoy walked down the stairs and stood a few steps away from Feng Ju.

He frowned and asked:
"Have you finished doing what I asked you to do?"

Feng Ju immediately lowered his head, deliberately lowering his voice, which carried a hint of "fear" and "self-reproach":
"I lured Li Xiang out last night, intending to make my move, but something unexpected happened."

Before he could finish speaking, the special envoy's face had already turned ashen.

These days he's heard enough of the so-called "changes" and "accidents," which are nothing more than excuses used by good-for-nothings to cover up their incompetence.

The special envoy's patience finally ran out, and his gaze toward Feng Ju turned dangerous.

"Fine, since you're so useless, I'll use you as a sacrifice for the next experiment. It'll be good to make use of you, at least you still have some value."

The special envoy slowly raised his hand, which had been hanging by his side.

At this critical moment!
Feng Ju suddenly raised his head, his voice urgent.

"Special Envoy, I've spotted [the mask]!"

It's like pressing the pause button!

The special envoy's raised hand froze in mid-air before slowly resting on Feng Ju's shoulder.

"What did you say?"

Feng Ju sneered inwardly, but swallowed hard and began to explain rapidly:
"...That's roughly how it happened. I lay in ambush near the 'Blood Rose' bar several hours in advance."

Blood Rose Bar was practically the headquarters of the Green Wolf Gang; Li Xiang and Ma Bin were there that night.

To increase credibility, Feng Ju described it in great detail.
"I hid across from a bar, and after confirming that Li Xiang was inside, I called him and invited him out for a late-night snack under the pretext of 'congratulating him on his upcoming promotion to police chief.' I was sure Li Xiang wouldn't refuse..."

Feng Ju continued:
"My original plan was to follow Li Xiang on his way from the bar to the restaurant, find the most secluded and suitable section of road before making my move, and then disguise it as a robbery and murder."

Feng Ju paused for a moment, then his tone became excited:
"As a result, on the way, I saw Li Xiang sneaking into an alley and meeting someone."

The special envoy's fingers, which were resting on Feng Ju's shoulder, tightened unconsciously, and his breathing became heavy.
"It's [Masked] Zheng Hang?!"

Feng Ju met the special envoy's gaze and nodded emphatically:

"That's right, it's [Mask]."

Although the distance was considerable and the light was dim, even if he were reduced to ashes, I, Feng Ju, would never mistake him. The person Li Xiang secretly met was Zheng Hang.

"call……"

The special envoy took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light, like a hungry wolf eyeing a plump lamb.

He subconsciously licked his slightly chapped lips:
"And then? Where is [Masked] now?"

Feng Ju shook his head and said, "This subordinate does not know." The urgency on the special envoy's face froze instantly, then turned into a furious outburst that almost broke through his reason.

He felt his blood pressure spike instantly, and he almost laughed out loud in anger. Feng Ju, are you fucking making fun of me?

"Please calm down, Special Envoy. I am indeed no match for [Masked]!"

Not daring to anger the special envoy, Feng Ju quickly tried to cover for himself.
"I am alone. If I follow them rashly, and they discover me, I will not only alert them, but I will also surely die."

"Moreover, I was going to kill Li Xiang at the time. To keep it a secret, I didn't bring any helpers with me. The safest way was to let [Masked] leave and then bring back the news that Li Xiang was the mole to you."

The special envoy's chest heaved violently as he forcefully suppressed the urge to strangle Feng Ju.

He had to admit that although Feng Ju's explanation infuriated him, logically... it was indeed not too wrong.

Given Feng Ju's abilities, pursuing [Mask] alone would indeed be tantamount to suicide.

Letting [Mask] escape is certainly hateful, but at least it confirms that [Mask] is still in District Nine and has contact with Li Xiang.

"waste!"

The special envoy finally cursed under his breath, but the murderous intent in his tone had largely dissipated. He released his hand from Feng Ju's shoulder and paced back and forth irritably.

Seeing this, Feng Ju knew the time was right and immediately unleashed his true "trump card".

He pulled out his phone and presented it to the special envoy like a precious treasure:
"Although I was unable to track down where [Masked] went, I did not come away empty-handed last night."

As agreed, I went to the restaurant and pretended not to know anything before having a late-night snack with Li Xiang.

At the dinner, I said many nice things to Li Xiang and tried to get him drunk. While he was unconscious, I secretly tampered with his phone.

Only through such twists and turns could Feng Ju's words be trusted by the special envoy to the greatest extent possible; this was an experience he learned from interrogating prisoners' confessions.

The special envoy kept his eyes glued to the phone screen.

Feng Ju swiped the screen and explained:

"Our phones can now monitor Li Xiang's phone in real time and retrieve all his communication and internet records."

Then, I discovered that Li Xiang would frequently log into a forum website and chat privately with a user with the digital ID '54576715'.

I suspect that the numerical ID belongs to [Masked] Zheng Hang.

He quickly swiped the screen, bringing up several saved screenshots of chat history:
"Look, this is their chat history!"

【Id: noon】:
I gave the parchment to the special envoy. Is it really okay? Will he notice anything amiss?
【ID: 54576715】:
Don't worry, giving him the parchment scroll will make him trust you more, and that's how you get promoted.

【Id: noon】:
Don't worry, once I become the director, I will inform you immediately of any arrests or raids in District 9, giving you advance warning.

【ID: 54576715】:
Hmm. I'll need you to keep an eye out for suitable "materials" for me then.

【Id: noon】:
Hmm, it's a small matter. However, now that the special envoy has obtained the parchment, what if he tries to use it himself? What if he messes it up...?
【ID: 54576715】:
Ah, having the parchment scrolls alone isn't enough; he can only look at them to satisfy his craving, not to truly satisfy it.

He's still missing one crucial ingredient... and no one in the world knows what it is except me.

【Id: noon】:
I'm relieved to hear you say that. Now, can you fulfill part of what you promised me? I've prepared everything.

【ID: 54576715】:
Okay, I'll send you a message tomorrow night once I confirm the location. Remember, you come alone.

The light from the screen reflected in the special envoy's bloodshot eyes. He snatched the phone and read it word by word several times without blinking.

Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, searing his nerves!
He gripped his phone so tightly that he almost crushed the screen.

Although some parts of the dialogue are rather vague and lack context, the special envoy's wisdom and experience make it not difficult to deduce the intricacies involved.

Noon = Li Shang!

Materials = Offerings!

Condiments are the key steps or items that make offerings "qualified" and truly please evil rituals!
"Good! Good! Good!"

The special envoy, enraged, laughed and said "good" three times in a row.

"There were rumors in the police station before that Li Xiang might be [Mask]'s protector, but I didn't really believe it!"

I thought someone was deliberately trying to smear and slander him, but I never expected this..."

The special envoy felt like a complete fool and let out a sinister laugh:
"So he really is!"

They really put on a good show, and played their cards right, hehehe—"

Feng Ju observed the changes in the special envoy's expression and was overjoyed.

Instead of immediately taking out his phone, he deliberately fabricated a story full of twists and turns, giving the special envoy a huge sense of surprise and disillusionment.

Only in this way can the special envoy be convinced to directly believe the chat content on the phone.

This can be seen as a case of building up to a climax by first suppressing the main point; of course, the special envoy's anger was also aroused along with the main point.

The rage nearly burned the envoy's skull, but at the same time, there was a chilling sensation, as if he had fallen into an ice cave—his parchment scroll was "incomplete."

Is one ingredient still missing?!
The special envoy turned green with anger, remembering how confidently he had made such a promise to his mother the night before.

He stared intently at Feng Ju, his voice coming out as if squeezed out from between his teeth, sending chills down one's spine:

"Where did they agree to meet?!"

Feng Ju shook his head in a state of "trembling with fear":

"Reporting to the special envoy, I've been keeping a close eye on Li Xiang's phone. That ID 54576715 hasn't sent Li Xiang the specific location yet, but according to their agreement, it will definitely be tonight."

As soon as the news arrives, we'll know immediately. At that time, I'll immediately gather all the elite officers in the police station and contact the Criminal Investigation Department to make arrangements..."

Before Feng Ju could finish speaking, the special envoy interrupted him, saying:

"No, don't invite too many people. What if there are Li Xiang or [Masked]'s spies among them? Hmm, just the two of us tonight."

"It's taken the bait!" Feng Ju thought to himself.

His face then showed a look of sudden realization and admiration:

"You've thought this through very well. Since [Masked] was able to bribe Li Xiang, it's not impossible for him to secretly recruit a few more police officers or detectives as informants!"

Only with your personal involvement and the assistance of your subordinates can we ensure that no word gets out.

(End of this chapter)