Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 158 The Will of the Heir
Countless mysterious forces from all around arrived one after another, landing on the bronze statue.

But the countless mysterious forces falling upon it seemed to activate it. Not only did the rubies on both sides of the snake's head light up, but it even seemed to open its mouth slightly, as if it would spew out a stream of copper rust that could rust everything in the next moment.

"do not move……"

At that moment, the drunkard roared, "It will absorb your spiritual power and turn it into its driving force..."

Those around were already terrified, and upon hearing this, they all stopped moving.

The figure, which had already lifted the drunkard high and slammed him down onto the bronze statue on the ground, suddenly slowed its movements.

It seemed that the spiritual power it had just received was limited and its activity was low. At this moment, it lacked motivation, so it did not waste it. It only cared about squeezing the sparrow's neck in its right hand, tightening it little by little until the sparrow's entire face turned purple.

What's strange is that despite the many investigators around, including the one in the red trench coat, none of them dared to make a move.

All eyes were fixed on the sparrow in the bronze statue's hand, watching it slowly lose its life.

In the moments before death, all I could hear was an endless roar, as if accompanied by countless auditory hallucinations:
"I don't have time to deal with any nonsense reasons. If you're willing to take the blame, then I'll come to you."

"Are you willing to carry it? Can you afford to carry it?"

"..."

Han Su and Miss Crow's words intertwined and cycled, impacting her last vestiges of consciousness, ultimately forming only her final thought before it faded away:
"What did I do...?"

"..."

She died quietly under everyone's gaze. As her life dissipated and even her spiritual power was absorbed by the bronze statue, the rubies at both ends of the snake's head on this enormous bronze statue suddenly began to dim.

Then, gently release your five fingers.

"pat..."

The sparrow's limp body fell to the ground.

The woman in the red trench coat hurriedly stepped forward, hugged her tightly, and quickly backed away while reciting number 08.
Using spiritual power to build a bridge, it invokes some mysterious and unknown entity to heal the sparrow's injuries.

But nothing works.

Even if number 08 can draw upon that mysterious and unknown power to heal wounds, it can only be done when the person is still alive and has vitality. However, when the sparrow was taken off the bronze statue, it had already lost its last bit of life.

Her large eyes were wide open, her face was purple, her tongue was sticking out, and her expression was full of terror and despair.

And regret.

……

All the investigators around were the same; the drunkard only suddenly pulled away after stopping at the bronze statue.

He moved his arms and remained silent for a long time.

"What happened?"

The commotion immediately alerted others, and the security guards at the door and the people on the third floor quickly rushed down.

Upon suddenly seeing the sparrow lying in the arms of the woman in the red trench coat, they were so shocked that they broke out in a cold sweat. Some people immediately rushed forward to check on the injury, while others immediately became alert. However, none of them dared to do anything to the bronze statue, nor did they know what had happened.

That's clearly just a work of art.

"Is that guy back?"

The drunkard investigator's pupils immediately contracted, and he immediately suspected Han Su.

But when he turned around immediately, Han Su had already left for more than an hour, and there was no trace of him to be seen.
"It's this thing..."

Seeing that the sparrow was beyond saving, the woman in the red trench coat felt an indescribable rage and suddenly stood up to look at the bronze statue:

"Did someone use this thing to kill the sparrow, or is there something sinister about it?"

"How could such a thing exist at the Lilac Mansion?"

"..."

"Quiet!"

But at that very moment, a deep shout suddenly rang out, and everyone's eyes turned to look.

Then, from the elevator on the other side, a female security guard pushed a wheelchair down, and sitting in the wheelchair was the owner of the Lilac Mansion.

He usually stayed in the east wing of the Lilac Mansion unless he had something to do, and never came down. But when he appeared, considering his identity and status in the Hidden School, everyone quieted down a bit, looked up at him, and waited for an explanation.

“It’s moving, it’s moving…”

The old man in the lilac mansion had an excited glint in his eyes as he carefully watched the bronze statue, which had just killed someone, return to the posture of its hand on its chest.

It's that pose again. This is a pose that only appears after the true master has controlled the living bronze puppet.

“I will not allow any members of the Disaster Management Bureau to die at the Lilac Mansion.”

He was excitedly thinking to himself, then looked at the investigator's assistant who was lying dead on the ground, no longer breathing at all. Suddenly realizing something, he spoke with a gloomy and stern expression.

Those nearby breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking the old man was definitely going to investigate the matter, then heard him continue shouting:
"So, she didn't die here. If you have any questions, go explain it to the disaster management bureau yourselves!"

"what?"

The drunken investigator and the man in the red trench coat both looked at him with disbelief, their expressions changing drastically.

"Has the old man gone mad?"

At the same time, the death at Lilac Mansion had already occurred and was causing a great uproar. Upon hearing the words of the owner of Lilac Mansion, all the investigators from the Disaster Management Bureau showed expressions of disbelief.

What does he mean?
Let us directly and explicitly find a reason for the death of the Sparrow Executor, instead of blaming it on the Lilac Mansion.
The Lilac Mansion has always had an excellent relationship with the Disaster Management Bureau; otherwise, these investigators wouldn't have used it as their usual club for relaxation.

Why did he do this, without even giving a reason?
"Teacher, this is against the rules..."

The drunkard investigator's expression changed drastically. He simply couldn't understand the old man's actions, and for a moment even wondered if he was really too old and starting to get senile.

Doing so, at this crucial moment, will make your situation extremely awkward.

"rule?"

Hearing his words, the old man simply gestured to the female security guard beside him and slowly turned around: "When did you ever become people who follow the rules?"

"Her death has nothing to do with the Lilac Mansion, nor with this artwork. If any of you really insist on taking this item back to the Disaster Management Bureau for investigation..."

"...Then you try and see if you can say it!" "..."

These words left the drunken investigator frozen in place, and even the woman in the red trench coat turned around abruptly, about to rush toward the old man. But the old man, with his back to them, suddenly tapped his cane lightly on the ground.

The copper ring at the top of the cane vibrated and made a buzzing sound, as if an invisible incantation appeared in the air, but it did not come out, only vaguely staring at the crowd.

The entire hall suddenly became eerily quiet.

But the old man ignored him and went straight back to the elevator. After getting out of everyone's sight, he suddenly became extremely agitated, his hands even trembling: "Someone...someone approached this bronze statue. Did you...did you notice?"

"a lot of."

The female security guard explained in a low voice, "Ever since you moved this armor up there, Grandpa, everyone who passes by has been observing it for a while, and some have even touched it. But you didn't allow any cameras to be installed in the lobby, so..."

"Of course you can't install cameras, of course you can't..."

The old man said, his body trembling, "There are some things that cannot be seen."

"Who...who was the last to touch the armor?"

"..."

The female security guard remained calm and said in a low voice, "Tonight, three people came into contact with the armor, and twenty-seven people passed by it."

"Compared to the guest list from the last cocktail party, there are seven overlapping names, and most importantly..."

She paused slightly: "Among them, there is one person who is the child that you, Grandpa, paid attention to ten years ago, the only survivor of the kidnapping case."

"He He……"

The old man became visibly agitated, catching his breath for a while before slowly shaking his head: "It couldn't be him, he wasn't chosen."

"and……"

He recalled the investigation ten years ago and mentally dismissed the idea: "Back then, I even had the chance to observe him up close. There were no traces of copper on his body; on the contrary, it was that scar on his body..."

He shook his head slightly, knowing there might be some oddities, but they were no longer relevant to him.

The female security guard whispered, "In any case, Grandpa, the person you're looking for should be on this list. So, if we investigate further..."

"No investigation allowed! Keep that idea to yourself!"

But as soon as she uttered those words, she was met with a stern rebuke from the old man: "If he still doesn't want to show himself, what right do I, with my status, have to investigate him?"

"but……"

He paused, then whispered, "Why did he kill that executor?"

"Could it be..."

"Is this the successor conveying his will?"

"..."

"..."

Inside the hall, the woman in the red trench coat gritted her teeth, her expression growing increasingly shocked and angry: "What...what exactly do they want to do?"

"My men died in vain?"

The drunken investigator couldn't explain it either. He just felt that his teacher had become very strange, too strange. Since the last party, many of the things he had done were hard for him to understand.

He frowned deeply, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm and abruptly turned to look outside. Even the woman in the red trench coat, who was in a state of shock and anger, suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked outside with him.

Outside the foyer, it had become unusually dark, as if no light could penetrate it. In this thick darkness, there seemed to be rustling footsteps, getting closer and closer. These footsteps even gave them a chill down their spines.

The red trench coat was already unbearable, and this invisible sense of oppression made her suddenly want to get up, but the drunkard suddenly stopped her.

"laugh……"

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the darkness, piercing straight towards the sparrow on the ground.

The drunkard suddenly reached out and grasped the dagger, blood seeping from his palm, before slowly turning around.

From the darkness, a figure slowly emerged. He was thin, bald, and had crisscrossing scars on his head.

Most importantly, he was wearing a D7 limiter, commonly known as a dog leash, on his head.

"Are these D7 personnel?"

Just as the drunken investigator was taken aback, he saw the man slowly walk in, staring intently at the sparrows on the ground, a smile seemingly on his face.

"Is she really dead?"

He stared intently at Sparrow; the dagger had almost pierced her body, yet she hadn't reacted at all.

This seemed to make him somewhat dissatisfied.

"This guy actually came looking for us?"

The woman in the red trench coat was somewhat slow to realize who this person was until this moment.

The drunkard even felt a fleeting sense of relief.

Judging from the D7 that came knocking on our door, perhaps the death of the sparrow is actually a good thing?

His eyes slowly fell on D7, codenamed Ripper, and a smile began to appear on his face as he slowly extended his hand towards him:

"Hello, Mr. Ripper, I know why you left D7 base."

The Ripper looked up, staring intently at him. His naturally smiling lips made him appear to be smiling, and then he slowly shook his head:
"No, you don't know..."

PS recommends "The Dragon Sacrifice" by veteran author Ye Tiannan.

Li Yu was just a temporary worker at the meteorological bureau responsible for rain enhancement.

As a result, he was transformed into a powerful figure who traveled between two worlds and nurtured a series of deities, including the Dragon God and the Mountain God.

(End of this chapter)