Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 220 The Will of the Heir
The Dingxiang Mansion is now shrouded in gloom and desolation.

The news of the drunken investigator's death has been confirmed, and the female security guard is feeling somewhat depressed, unsure of how to proceed.

As students of Lilac Mansion, even if the drunkard dies, his body and his remaining spirit can reveal many secrets. According to the contract with the Disaster Management Bureau, Lilac Mansion has the right to take back the body and dispose of it at its own discretion.

Surprisingly, the old man showed no interest in anything. After confirming the drunkard's death, he went to the main hall, faced the bronze statue, and sat there with his head bowed.

In the evening, she came out to patrol as usual, but seeing that three-quarters of the rooms were pitch black, she inexplicably felt that the Lilac Mansion had a lifeless atmosphere.

She knew very well that the Lilac Mansion would probably never be as lively as it was when her senior brother was alive.

The recent events had left her with many questions, but the old man showed no intention of explaining, and she dared not ask. The old man seemed to have gone mad, cutting off all contact between the Lilac Mansion and any other faction.

The scholars, investigators, and even Secretary No. 5's men had all disappeared, and he himself remained secluded at home.

What could possibly frighten an old monster like him, who has lived for nearly two hundred years and broken the shackles of human race?
Thinking this, the female security guard led her men through the lobby. At the end of the patrol, she naturally had to ask the old man if he had any special instructions, even though she knew he seemed uninterested in anything these days.

She had already planned that after finishing her inspection of this last place, she would return to her room, take out the half-empty bottle of whiskey from her drawer, and use it as a tribute to the man who loved to drink.

"His body has been found?"

Just as the female security guard paused at the door for a moment, intending to leave quietly, the old man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke in a low voice.

His voice was extremely suppressed and aged, with a metallic hoarseness.

"found it……"

The female security guard hurriedly said, "The Disaster Management Bureau said he died at the hands of a creature codenamed 'White Corpse.' I've seen his body; there are traces of a mysterious substance being extracted from it..."

"Burned."

The old man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke, uttering only two simple words.

The female security guard's voice trembled slightly: "Teacher, you..."

He raised and taught them, after all. Now, he won't even see them one last time?
"Burning it would be too easy for him."

The old man in the wheelchair said in a low voice, "That defective animal killed him, but the defective animal is also dead."

The female security guard took a moment to process what the old man meant and whispered, "The dog leash has always been around his neck. Since he dared to betray us, killing him in Qinggang would have been a very easy thing to do."

"Do not."

The old man slowly shook his head: "Even if he's a defective product, Qinggang wouldn't be able to kill him so easily. The Abyss Laboratory underestimated him. The only thing capable of killing a defective product is..."

The female security guard suddenly realized: "You mean..."

"Om..."

Before she could finish her guess, a metallic clang suddenly rang out in the empty, deathly silent hall.

The sound came without warning, its abrupt and intense sensation instantly overwhelming her, as if she had been doused with cold water.

The female security guard felt her blood temperature drop several degrees.

He became alert and looked up.

What appeared before them was the tall and imposing living bronze puppet.

This thing stands here, and she has looked at it many times, but never before has she felt the eerie and enormous aura emanating from this huge bronze statue as she does now.

Dark red copper blood seemed to flow through the gaps in the bronze armor, making the bronze statue seem to come alive and possess an eerie life.

The rubies at both ends of the snake's head shimmered with an eerie light, as if real eyes were staring at them.

Startled by the sudden noise, she instinctively reached out her hand.

"do not move!"

In that same split second, she suddenly heard the old man's voice in her ear.

A spiritual force instantly reverberated throughout the entire Lilac Mansion. Every area and every location, all the servants, security guards, gardeners, and butlers were all affected by this immense spiritual force, frozen in place as if in a trance.

Even though the black tea poured by the maid had already overflowed the rim of the cup.

The old man, incredulous, raised his head, his lips trembling slightly, and looked at the living bronze puppet before him. In his eyes, a long-awaited look of surprise seemed to bloom.

"I'm coming……"

He murmured to himself, as if new life had been injected into his aged body. He actually climbed down from his wheelchair with difficulty and prostrated himself on the ground devoutly, his tone carrying a tone that was hard to distinguish between joy and fear: "Gatekeeper Wei Jiming greets the successor."

"The heir..."

The female security guard's mind raced, "The heir the old man mentioned before, has he really arrived?"

As dark red bronze blood flowed across the bronze statues, an invisible will loomed high above them, looking down upon them. Then, a bronze resonance resounded, weaving into a cold yet majestic voice:

"say!"

It has no beginning or end, only the two simplest words.

The female security guard couldn't even react in time, and couldn't say anything.
Clearly, the old man didn't know what to say either. He knelt firmly on the ground, and after only two seconds, he suddenly spoke: "I am guilty!"

"I shouldn't have questioned the Seven Days' Divine Descent, I shouldn't have doubted the prophecy of the heir's arrival..." "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have listened to their advice and invested in the Disaster Management Bureau!"

"..."

The living bronze puppet did not answer; only eerie bronze blood flowed on its bronze armor. Its massive body resonated with the metallic groan of twisting metal, and it bent slightly downwards, as if scrutinizing the old man before it in a strange posture.

Without needing to speak, this prolonged silence and scrutiny seemed to represent a certain will and attitude.

The old man suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and snapped it off with a crack, placing the bloody piece at the feet of the bronze statue.

He kowtowed again, his forehead touching the ground.

This time, after a two-second silence, the bronze statue finally spoke: "Three things."

"First, prepare the information on Abyss Studio."

"Secondly, there's a man in Qinggang named Bai Senmang; he must not die!"

"Third, my people will ask you to do things."

"..."

"Yes!"

The old man didn't even ask any questions about the reasons or details; he simply agreed without hesitation after hearing the instruction.

A faint, cold laugh rang out from above. He remained kneeling there for a long, long time, even though he could feel the will attached to the living bronze puppet had left. He knelt there for a very long time before finally slowly raising his head.

At his advanced age, and having lost a hand, his face was unusually pale.

But his face was full of smiles, even a little excited: "We've got it, we've got it..."

Only the female security guard was puzzled. Ever since the living bronze puppet in the underground chamber showed signs of activity, all the questions that had been building up in her heart finally came crashing down on her, forcing her to ask: "Teacher, why are you so afraid?"

"We are a secret school, not a mysterious organization. We...we shouldn't worship mysterious forces..."

"..."

This is the first thing every student entering the Mystic School needs to learn. The Mystic School does not worship gods, but is dedicated to dissecting gods, studying gods, and even inheriting gods.

"A secret school of thought, a mysterious organization?"

But the old man found her words laughable: "Who made the decision to divide it up?"

Don't deceive too many people, or you'll end up deceiving yourself too!

"..."

As he spoke, he raised his arm, signaling the female security guard to help him back into his wheelchair. Then he turned to look at the dark, gloomy, and oppressive courtyard outside, his voice suddenly filled with renewed strength.

Or rather, vitality.

He said in a deep voice, "Turn on the lights and open the door!"

"I need to let those old guys in Qinggang know that I'm not dead yet, and that Dingxiang Mansion is still alive!"

"..."

Seeing the light almost overflowing from the old man's eyes, the female security guard felt uneasy: "He...he forgot to mention who he would send..."

The old man's smile faded slightly, and he said in a low voice, "That's not a problem!"

……

……

"Damn it, the status of heir not only carries weight, but it carries a bit too much weight, doesn't it?"

In the penthouse apartment, Han Su withdrew his bronze blood and was speechless with shock.

This attempt was not so certain, after all, in theory, I can't really be considered a true "inheritor of bronze".

Although he does possess the "Will of Copper," he has never actually stepped into the realm of copper. He only suppressed it with the fishermen's chant. The reason he was able to put on such a show was more due to the blood left behind by the white corpse.

Rather than impersonating this identity, it was more about seeing if his control over the "Living Bronze Puppet" had increased, and the result was pleasing.

The level of control over the Living Bronze Puppet has increased significantly, making it much easier to assume the role of its successor...

The awe shown by the mysterious old man at the Lilac Mansion meant that I didn't even need to "act" anymore. After all, I had only been trying to understand some of the meanings he was saying when he cut off my arm...

It was this fleeting, subtle intuition that prompted Han Su to say a few more words.

This old man must have met that tall, thin woman at least once, and even watched the white corpse undergo some kind of trial, so he must have known about it, or at least partially known it.

We should be able to extract some information from him.

But how to use this heir's status to uncover more information or do something even bolder depends on how far the old man will go in carrying out his orders...

(End of this chapter)