Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 183 The Name of the Crimson Scroll
"If you are willing to trust my judgment, then we should begin our work."

On the other side, Rong Qiyue led his men to the black notebook and said with a smile, "Of course, the pollution of the Mother Divine Tree should not be underestimated."

"You can also choose to open your laptop and take a look, or ask the experts from the Disaster Management Bureau to come and make a judgment!"

"..."

Meeting Rong Qiyue's arrogant gaze, the drunken investigator simply nodded and smiled.

"We are not so arrogant as to doubt Dr. Rong's judgment!"

"..."

This kind of mindless and ignorant arrogance perfectly matches his stereotype of the inheritors of the secret school of knowledge.

Although he spoke pleasant words, he still responsibly stepped forward, slowly opened the notebook, glanced at it a few times, and then his expression darkened slightly. He took a few steps back and said in a low voice, "It is indeed the contamination of the Mother Divine Tree. Dr. Rong's judgment is correct!"

"..."

Everyone's expressions turned solemn. The woman in the red trench coat, the night lamp, and the green hat each took seven steps back and stood in three different positions.

Three people block the spread, and one person seals it off; this is also the standard template for the Disaster Management Bureau's workflow.

The most powerful person seals it, while the others are responsible for blocking it.

The drunkard naturally understood the arrangement, but despite his calm and collected demeanor, he felt a subtle unease in his heart.

He had already taken two steps forward, but then suddenly turned around and said to the man in the red trench coat, "Mr. Red, please seal it, and I will stand in your place to block it, okay?"

The woman in the red trench coat gave him a cold glance, remaining silent.

Although it was a merit for her to step forward and seal it at this time, the previous incident involving her assistant made her somewhat distrustful of the drunkard.

The person who occupies the dominant sealing position cannot stop.

Those positioned to block the flow of traffic can be replaced at any time if there is no risk of infiltration, and can even escape if things go wrong. The drunkard raised this suggestion at this crucial moment; what were his thoughts?

Just then, the man in the green hat suddenly smiled and said, "Even such a simple task is being passed around like this? Then I'll do it."

He walked forward with a smile, and the other three retreated to their respective blocking positions. Then, Green Hat stared at the notebook on the ground, his eyes clouded with an eerie light, and he uttered a barely perceptible incantation.

It is number 06, "All things respond to my will."

As the incantation was uttered, the surrounding air became dark and blurry. It was vaguely visible that behind the green-hatted man, a huge figure dressed in a black robe appeared. The figure moved in unison with him, slowly extending his palm and pressing down on the notebook from above.

Beside them, Rong Qiyue raised an eyebrow slightly. His secretary came over and placed a folding chair for him. Then, using a water bottle taken from the car, she made him a cup of hot cocoa.

Rong Qiyue let out a snort, his expression quite smug.

"..."

The sealing process had begun. As the green-hatted hand gently pressed down on the black notebook, the notebook suddenly began to tremble incessantly.

The pages seemed to be blown by a strong wind, trembling violently before automatically turning to one of the pages.

These pages record the cataclysmic disasters that occurred during this radiation era.

The records are very detailed. This mother tree that once appeared in the world once polluted all living things and once tried to turn all living beings into the same living being.

Not far away, the professor, who had been behaving himself for a long time, couldn't help but be tempted and tried to read the contents of the book.

Rong Qiyue noticed the doctor's actions and smiled, "Don't look too closely. Some things, once seen, constitute infiltration."

The doctor gently adjusted his glasses with his middle finger and said in a low voice, "And what about you?"

"As a PhD in archaeology, you should naturally know about this kind of disaster, otherwise you wouldn't be able to judge whether your knowledge of these things counts as infiltration?"

"..."

Rong Qiyue slowly sipped his hot cocoa and chuckled softly, "Of course we count too."

"However, we always have enough mental activity to suppress these things from reviving in our minds. But if we don't have enough mental activity, it's troublesome. Just one look is like planting a seed in our minds."

"This kind of thing feeds on your spiritual power, grows from the illusory world, and eventually appears in reality!"

"And so, another catastrophe of annihilation occurred."

"..."

He seemed to be in a good mood, so he talked a bit more, and the professor seized the opportunity to ask curiously, "What if no one sees it and no one knows?"

Rong Qiyue said, "Then these things will disappear, as if they had never existed."

The doctor frowned slightly and said, "So, if one day everyone stops researching these things and stops knowing about them, these anomalous infiltrations will no longer occur?"

"That's understandable."

Rong Qiyue laughed and said, "Or rather, there were several times before when it was almost realized."

The doctor frowned: "Then why..."

"No reason."

Rong Qiyue turned to look at the doctor and said, "The moment I saw you, I knew you were this kind of person, which is why I'm willing to tell you all this."

"I'll only ask you one question: knowledge is right there, can you resist the urge to explore it?"

"..."

The doctor understood, nodded slightly, and smiled, "Humans are never obedient!"

As they talked, the seal deepened, and shouts rang out from the temporary containment center not far away, mixed with gunshots, roars, and suddenly chilling and eerie ripples in the air.

As the Mother Tree was sealed, Tree Guardians began to emerge from among the infected in proportion to their birth. However, they were dealt with by the investigators and enforcers who were guarding the area the moment they were born.

The whole thing was within Rong Qiyue's calculations and was very controllable.

But just then, the drunk investigator's phone rang, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little strange.

He initially ignored it, feigning complete concentration, but the constant notifications from his phone made him increasingly nervous. Suddenly, he took a step back and spoke into the radio:

"Investigator Haizai, please come and fill my blocking position now!"

"I... need to leave for a while!"

"..."

"Are you crazy?"

There was still no reply from the other end of the power line. The man in the red trench coat turned around, his expression indescribable: "The seal is not yet complete!"

The drunkard's expression was unreadable; he simply whispered, "Something's happened."

"What could possibly happen?"

The red trench coat changed color slightly. I want to ask you, didn't you send out so many people?
On second thought, he was suddenly surprised: "Zhang Chiguo has left the city?"

The drunkard slowly shook his head, unable to explain for a moment. He could only glance at the green-hatted man beside him, who was focused on sealing the black notebook, and whispered, "We can't delay any longer."

The woman in the red trench coat grew increasingly worried and immediately said, "Call one more person over, I'll go with you..."

As she spoke, she also tried to step out of the blocking position.

Rong Qiyue, who was standing next to him, suddenly looked up and asked, "Are the investigators from Qinggang really this unprofessional?"

Everyone was taken aback, and then Rong Qiyue said, "This is a contamination with the potential to develop into an S-level threat. The blocking point means that if the seal fails, this contamination will enter the last line of defense in reality."

"The minimum standard is for three people who have entered the forbidden zone of the gods to stand in the blocking position. It is acceptable if one of you withdraws. If it really comes to a critical moment, I can step in to help. But if two of you withdraw at once, what will we do if something really goes wrong?"

"..."

After these words were spoken, the woman in the red trench coat and the man with the night light fell silent.

"You stay!"

The drunkard said in a low voice, "I'll go and take a look myself, that'll be enough."

As if afraid of worrying the lady in the red trench coat, he suddenly smiled casually and said, "I was prepared for this too!"

Having said that, he didn't say anything more, but turned around and left. His figure flashed a few times under the night sky, and he arrived at the infected containment center area.

This time, he didn't hesitate. He went straight to the prison cart and whispered to the people inside, "Why?"

Inside the prison van, there was silence. After a while, a voice answered calmly, "What are you asking?"

The drunkard glanced at the few D7s who were huddled together in fear but still alive beside the infected, and frowned: "As promised to you, I have prepared a gift for you."

"But you didn't accept these gifts, nor did you do what I promised you. Now, that guy is going crazy outside..."

The voices from inside the prison van suddenly interrupted him, and there seemed to be a hint of amusement in them:
"Don't you know why I didn't accept the gift you gave me?"

"..."

The drunkard paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

A low chuckle came from inside the prison cart: "Because your heart isn't sincere..."

"You promised to give me three gifts, but one of them is not good enough."

The person inside the prison van spoke, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls of the van to the D7s standing among the infected, and he sighed softly, "One of those people was framed, so I don't really like him..."

"you……"

A look of astonishment flashed across the drunkard's face: he actually could tell!

He neither denied nor argued, but suddenly said, "What if I give you this gift as a replacement?"

"Or, shall I find you three more?"

"..."

"Then of course I'll go find that guy!"

The voice inside the prison van sounded relaxed: "In fact, even if you didn't give me the gift, I would still go to him. But since you've been so generous, promising me three gifts in exchange for the opportunity to make your move, the nature of the matter has changed."

"If the gift doesn't satisfy me, I won't bother with it. In fact, I might even want to settle a score with you..."

"..."

The drunkard felt uneasy upon hearing his words. He paused for a moment before whispering, "Since I promised you, I will definitely make you satisfied!"

"but……"

He suddenly changed the subject and sighed, "I've been having such bad luck lately, nothing's been going right. So, wouldn't it be better if we settled our scores a bit?"

As he spoke, he walked to the back door of the prison van, stretched out his hand, and tentatively asked, "Number 12?"

Zero-sequence ciphertext spell number 12 [In the name of the Crimson Scroll]!
Completing a contract and making promises to each other is the most common way to create private contracts within the mysterious circle.

Mr. Drunkard would not normally make such a request. He is a generous man who believes in keeping his word, but now he has brought it up himself, looking at the prison van with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The person inside the prison van did not hesitate at all, slowly extending a pale hand and shaking hands with the drunkard.

As their hands clasped together, a strange red light suddenly enveloped the two of them.

I could almost hear a faint rustling sound, as if a quill pen was writing rapidly on rough paper.

Only after the contract was completed did the drunkard investigator finally relax, and a rare smile appeared on his face. He said softly, "These gifts today are also my gift to you. I will help you carefully select the next three gifts as well."

"But tonight's events are very important to me. I believe you are a person who keeps your promises, and you will definitely show up on time, right?"

"..."

The voice from inside the prison van sounded just as cheerful and relaxed: "Of course, I definitely will!"

(End of this chapter)