Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 157 The Bronze Armor Statue's Order to Kill

"This kid is just like Zhang Chiguo."

After Han Su left, the atmosphere in the club was almost completely ruined. Only then did the woman in the red trench coat speak in a low voice:
"It smells bad and it's hard."

The man with the red nose slowly pinched his brow, picked up the wine jug, took a swig, and exhaled a breath of alcohol: "Perhaps he's just a kid who hasn't learned his lesson yet."

"But we must admit that in any circle, what we fear most is this kind of arrogant young man who doesn't know his place. Even thugs are afraid of hotheads who don't consider the consequences, are self-righteous, and don't understand the importance of the big picture."

The woman in the red trench coat felt increasingly uncomfortable thinking about how this young man dared to directly contradict her before even obtaining his investigator's license, and how she had only felt anger and had subconsciously refrained from taking any action.
"What about Nightlight and that Mr. Green Hat? This plan needs their support."

"..."

The drunken investigator said, "Nightlight has been focused on deciphering the code of life, while Green Hat only has women in his eyes."

"They neither support nor oppose this plan, but they are happy to do less work and take a vacation."

"Now my only hope is that Zhang Chiguo can be a little smarter. With the tide coming, causing turmoil in the Disaster Management Bureau is definitely not a smart thing to do. This time, he actually arranged for that child to use Miss Ai to record, which is a bit too much."

"..."

The woman in the red trench coat nodded in agreement, then suddenly remembered something, her expression hardening slightly as she said:

"But in any case, we must not go so far as to directly confront this stinking rock."

"He saved my life back when we were in the special operations team."

"..."

The drunken investigator smiled and said, "You're someone who cherishes old friendships."

"Do not."

The man in the red trench coat shook his head: "Precisely because he saved my life, I know how terrifying he can be if he makes a move!"

"Back then, they didn't have so many coded spells, and the secret society hadn't yet chosen to support Secretary Number 5..."

"..."

"fear……"

Upon hearing those two words, the drunken investigator paused for a moment, seemingly recalling the most glorious days of these earliest investigators and the whereabouts of their respective groups. After a long while, he gently shook his head and said, "Of course not."

“We have supporters above us, and Zhang Chiguo has supporters as well. The people above have different ideas and hope that we can determine who is in charge.”

"However, neither side wants things to get too tense."

"I can tolerate this kid for one reason: he's Zhang Chiguo's man, and I don't want our hands to get blood on them first."

"Secondly, I tried to ask the people above me, and they only hoped that I could persuade the child as soon as possible to stop him from causing trouble. Since they didn't say that I could get rid of him directly, it would be better to make him understand things."

At this point, she seemed to remember something and turned to the woman in the red trench coat, saying, "I asked Sparrow to do this, so don't blame her. She was actually very cautious in handling this matter."

When the man in the red trench coat heard him mention sparrows, he smiled slightly, looked at the drunkard, and asked, "What reason did you use to convince my assistant to do this for you?"

The drunkard chuckled and said, "We're all in the same boat, why make such a big deal out of it?"

The woman in the red trench coat looked him straight in the eye and said, "I'm just reminding you that the freak in D7 is someone we can't even find any information about. If he comes after us like a madman, I'm not going to take the blame for you."

The drunkard simply smiled and nodded, offering no further explanation.

With that, the two prepared to leave. Inside the club, some investigators and others left, while others stayed to continue their leisure. They all seemed to be strangers to each other.

But the underlying sense of mutual support and cooperation is very clear.

When the woman in the red trench coat arrived at the elevator with the crow and the sparrow, she glanced at her niece.

She kept her head down, expressionless.

Ever since she returned from that reckless fellow, she has remained silent all day, only occasionally glancing at people with a slight upward tilt of her eye.

I feel a sense of disappointment.

This niece's innate power is both a curse and a gift; if nurtured properly, her achievements will far surpass her own.

However, her personality is too unlikable.

I arranged for her to hone her skills in the wilderness for the past few years, which theoretically helped her balance her condition, but now her personality issues seem to be causing quite a problem.

It seems that there's still a long way to go before I can train her to replace Sparrow.

If only we could be like sparrows, clever and quick-witted, always knowing what stage we're at and what we should be doing.

Thinking this, she turned around, grabbed Sparrow's hand, and could feel Sparrow tremble slightly. She smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. I asked you to cooperate with Mr. Drunkard, so I won't blame you for doing this."

"I just want to know, what were the conditions he agreed to? You didn't even tell me beforehand before making the arrangements?"

"..."

Sparrow lowered her head, and after a while, whispered, "Mr. Drunkard said he's going to be promoted to independent investigator."

"And he, he has no assistant..."

"So, he agreed to let you inherit his investigator's license?" The woman in the red trench coat nodded thoughtfully and said, "I will do my best to help you get the investigator's license he promised, but you should also be careful."

“We do these things just to ensure that we won’t be manipulated by those above us at such a critical moment. But the drunkard is different from us. He’s actually always afraid that if something happens, he’ll be pushed out to take the blame.”

"I understand, teacher."

With her flaxen hair, tall and well-proportioned figure, long and full legs, and a strong presence, Sparrow was overjoyed to hear this and nodded repeatedly: "It would be wonderful if you, teacher, were willing to help me. I will remember who my teacher is."

The atmosphere seemed fine, but unexpectedly, the crow next to them, who was wearing headphones and listening to music indifferently, suddenly looked up and cast a cold and fierce look at the sparrow.

The sparrow saw her gaze, but pretended not to notice.

Miss Crow, however, did not let her off the hook. Her fierce eyes held a hint of mockery: "You did a good job, insisting on carrying it all, but can you even carry it?"

The sparrow was displeased and pursed its lips slightly.

As they were talking, they arrived at the elevator. The woman in the red trench coat suddenly looked surprised and said, "I forgot my handbag."

Sparrow immediately smiled and said, "Then you guys go to the car and wait for me, I'll go up again!"

The woman in the red trench coat arrived at the foyer first, accompanied by Crow. Once they were alone, her expression darkened, and she said coldly, "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"After so many years of training in the wild, if you still can't control your emotions, you can only be called a piece of trash and will never escape this quagmire."

"..."

Miss Crow remained silent, and just when the woman in the red trench coat thought she wouldn't answer again, she suddenly said:
"That man said that you once fell in love with a man and almost got married. Was it Zhang Chiguo or the alcoholic?"

The woman in the red trench coat took a moment to realize that the "man" she was referring to was her brother, her father, a title that displeased her.

He simply glanced at her coldly and said, "Don't ask questions that don't concern you."

Miss Crow said calmly, "Zhang Chiguo won't be interested in you."

"you……"

The woman in the red trench coat was instantly enraged, raising her hand in a flash, but Miss Crow simply lowered her gaze and completely ignored her.

Just then, the elevator sounded from behind. Sparrow had already taken the red trench coat lady's handbag and walked out. Of course, she saw the red trench coat lady talking to Miss Crow and thought she should hurry over and try to persuade her.

Then, as she passed by the unprotected bronze statue of a snake's head placed in the middle of the hall, she didn't notice that the rubies at both ends of the snake's head suddenly flashed with an eerie light.

The next moment, the bronze statue with the snake's head suddenly raised its arm slightly and pushed it forward.

There was no dramatic scene, not even a significant commotion, before the bronze-cast arm simply gripped her neck.

Little by little, it was lifted into the air, where the sparrow struggled desperately, thrashing about and kicking its legs wildly.

But that bronze hand was exceptionally strong, and she couldn't break free at all. She even tried to open her mouth and recite the secret incantation, but she only felt the cold bronze fingers contracting and gripping her neck, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.

"……not good!"

The woman in the red trench coat turned her head sharply and saw the sparrow being held in mid-air, which made her scalp tingle.

In an instant, her figure flickered, filling the air with countless shadows. In a flash, she was already in front of the bronze statue. Then, she uttered a low, obscure syllable, raised her hand, and chopped down. Her palm was like a sharp blade, capable of splitting even pig iron.

But as she swiftly brought her hand down, it struck the outstretched arm of the bronze statue, and there was only a "whoosh" sound.

My metacarpal bones were throbbing with pain, as if they were broken.

The spiritual power concentrated on the edge of the palm was instantly absorbed by the bronze-armored arm.

The bronze statue's arm, without even a mark, was still tightly gripping the sparrow.

"Hey!"

At the same moment, as if sensing the red-coated man's intention to stop him, the bronze-armored man, like one hand gripping a sparrow's neck, suddenly reached out with the other.

The woman in the red trench coat felt a shadow looming over her head and smelled an indescribable coppery rust. In a panic, she pushed her hands upwards, and a hazy mist rose from her body, blocking the copper armor's arms.

But the bronze-armored statue simply clenched its five fingers, crushing the gray shadow on her body, and then continued to fall.

Throughout the process, the five fingers gripping the sparrow's neck contracted little by little, slowly but without ever stopping.

"What happened?"

At that very moment, more investigators followed downstairs and, upon seeing this scene, their expressions changed drastically.

They all began chanting various esoteric incantations, some rushing to save the sparrow in the bronze statue's hand, others eager to help the man in the red trench coat.

"Crack!"

Just then, the bronze statue's palm landed on the head of the man in the red trench coat. As a shadow flickered, even the man in the red trench coat felt an indescribable despair.

But at that moment, a strong smell of alcohol suddenly hit her. In a split second, the drunkard pulled her out, but the bronze statue's hand suddenly landed on the drunkard's arm and crushed it with a crack.

With a muffled groan, the drunkard was already lifted into the air by the bronze statue, which was about to slam him to the ground.

(End of this chapter)