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Chapter 684 Additional Litigation
The mechanical old woman said in a deep voice, "Events involving gods cannot be predicted, unless it is not a god! The true culprit behind the dancer's death has already been determined, why ask again?"

Metatron was stunned. Had they not paid?

He transferred 20 directly, while Sariel gave the old lady 10. But he had two things to do, so he opted for 20.

The mechanical old woman's face instantly revealed a sinister smile: "When the scorching sun bakes the earth, there is only one true culprit for all droughts, water shortages, food shortages, robberies, murders, wars, plagues, and so on: the scorching sun high above! When even someone of your status, Sage, has difficulty resolving such matters, what else could the true culprit be?"

Absurd! How can the blame be placed on the city lord, the emperor, for his ineffective governance?
Metatron frowned: "I don't have the ability to solve the problem of the Sun, but I want to solve a murder case under the Sun. Just tell me, were the 44 dancers murdered by Midnight Moore, who is on the wanted list?"

The mechanical old woman stretched out her hand: "1 privilege points!"

Wang Defa! Just like Sariel, he demands privilege points right off the bat, right?
Metatron wasn't about to give in: "I have 1 privilege points, but you have to tell me what you want those privilege points for?"

The mechanical old woman said in a deep voice, "Telling the truth will bring me trouble. I need these 1 privilege points to absolve myself and protect myself!"

Metatron laughed and said, "Then I'll give you 1!"

The old woman with the mechanical body nodded in satisfaction: "It's not him! He doesn't have that ability."

Metatron hurriedly asked, "And who is that?"

The old mechanical woman asked, "Whom does the Sage wish to be?"

Metatron was furious: "Is this what you call astrological prediction?"

The mechanical old woman said solemnly, "If the Sage cannot solve the problem of the blazing sun, nor can he solve the murder under the blazing sun, then he can only choose to enter the shadows. What I can do is help the Sage solve the problem in the shadows, not provide the Sage with a truth that cannot be solved!"

You'd better tell me the truth!

Metatron retorted angrily, "I can do that too, why would I need to ask you?"

The old mechanical woman sighed, "That's why I said as soon as I arrived, there's already a conclusion, why ask again? Since the wise man has asked, it means he's dissatisfied with the conclusion."

It's all just rhetoric. Is there anything real to this astrology?
Metatron said helplessly, "I hope it's the one ranked 11th in the world."

The mechanical old woman nodded, then lifted a casino toy on the table that looked like a pinball machine. The machine had the sun, moon, and five planets drawn on it, with seven positions.

Metatron's eyes lit up. Was she finally going to get serious?
The old woman started spinning the wheel and pointed to a box full of glass beads next to her: "Sage, grab a handful of marbles and put them into the spinning wheel..."

Metatron followed his instructions, and the glass beads bounced wildly around on the spinning wheel. The mechanical old woman's prosthetic eye shone with a captivating light.

When the turntable stops rotating, the glass beads appear in different positions. The sun position has the most glass beads, while the other positions have a few.

Metatron asked, "What do you mean?"

The old woman said, "The sun represents the highest authority, and the glass bead represents the probability of success. If you want to get this done, you need to go to the sun, which is the highest authority that you believe can help you solve the problem."

Isn't this just another trick to fool people? Anything can be accomplished by going to the highest authority!

Metatron was speechless: "Can this highest position be understood as the blazing sun you just mentioned?"

The old woman said calmly, "Sometimes, the people who create problems also have the ability to solve them."

Metatron couldn't take it anymore: "Fine, I guess I'll have to go find Tifa, the city's most beautiful woman. So, according to you, she's the real culprit?"

The old woman's face instantly turned pale, and her voice trembled: "Sage..."

Metatron also felt this was inappropriate, so he changed the subject: "Let's talk about the Evil Mystic Cave then."

The old woman said in a deep voice, "The highest authority in this matter is the Bronze Guardian. Go find him, sir!" Metatron was utterly dumbfounded. His arrival was as good as his absence!
"Everyone, look, this is astrology!"

Sariel laughed heartily: "Little Mei has finally fallen for my trick!"

Michael gave a wry smile: "I can't say she's wrong, nor can I say she didn't solve the problem, it's just that... it seems her level is indeed a bit lower than Master Hubble's."

Sariel laughed and said, "She also said that as long as the support is sufficient, her skill level will not be worse than that of the Black Iron Old Lady. Anyway, Xiaomei has already supported 20, so let's just continue to train her."

"Fine!"

Metatron transferred another 2 to the old lady.

The old woman was taken aback: "Sir, what is this?"

Metatron said, "Go and talk to the astrologers in the Dark Iron Alley area, and promote the astrological cause. This is the travel fee and tea money for the exchange."

The old woman rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your support, wise one!"

At this moment, Uriel also laughed: "Boss, I'd better go find the astrologer in Black Dragon City. I want to see how I was fooled. Besides, Grandmaster Buster arranged this before I got drunk."

The men laughed and said, "Yes, yes, that's more like it!"

Michael sighed, "Perhaps this is the charm of a charlatan. Go on, go on. By the way, when Xiaomei finds Chenghua, subtly ask her about the adventure in the void of dreams."

Metatron said helplessly, "I don't know what 'subtle' means. Boss, you're making things difficult for me."

After leaving the astrology shop, Metatron headed straight for the City Flower Mansion.

Tifa is diligently disassembling and replicating the black box positioning device that she salvaged from the wreckage of the airship a hundred miles outside Silver City in her basement workshop.

“Miss Tifa, I have something very important to tell you. I believe there is another culprit in the murder of 44 dancers.”

Tifa was taken aback: "What's going on?"

Metatron said, "Because when I was fixing the data yesterday, I discovered that a piece of data in the monitoring center had been modified on the night of the incident."

Tifa's expression changed: "So?"

Metatron said, "So this involves the innocence of me, the young lady, and the chief engineer. This must have been modified by the enemy during their invasion; they will be the first to attack and slander us!"

Tifa exclaimed in surprise, "Who do you mean by 'enemy'?"

"He could be the second-generation pirate king, or he could be an imperial spy."

Tifa frowned: "Then your solution?"

“Proactively identify a mastermind! I think Da Chun, number 0016, who is sent to Oak City, is the most suitable.”

Tifa was stunned: "He doesn't have that ability! He's under our full surveillance!"

"However, I deliberately let him parade through the streets so that he would have the opportunity to meet the second-generation Pirate King. They did indeed meet at the biker gang's dance hall. So, as long as we reopen the case, he will be tried and forced to confess. If he refuses to confess, then it's him!"

Tifa was stunned for a moment: "But the murder of these 44 dancers was supposed to be used to take down the biker gang, right?"

Metatron sighed, "It's a pity we can't bring them down. The biker gang and the Major Crimes Unit... well, it's a complicated story."

(End of this chapter)