Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 237 The Twelfth Heir

Of course!
Regardless of her identity or her connection to the kidnapping case, I want to see her as soon as possible.

Lee Moses's question was even meaningless.

However, Han Su did not rush to show it. He simply looked up at Li Moses and saw an undeniable certainty in his eyes.

Although he was ostensibly asking for my opinion, this guy actually had no intention of giving me any other options.

Was he trying to get me to cooperate in luring that woman out?
Han Su recalled Zhang Chiguo's description of Li Moses: a calm madman.

From imprisoning himself to now having himself placed here to cooperate with his positioning, this guy is willing to use anyone to achieve his goals.

Without saying anything, Han Su simply nodded slightly.

The two staff members in white coats inside the Red Sea Studio breathed a slight sigh of relief and led Han Su to the side of the machine. There, within a strange rune pattern drawn from an unknown dark red material, covering an area about two meters in diameter, they said:
"Then please have the investigators wait between these encrypted messages. Also, the Disaster Management Bureau's standard briefcases might interfere with the flow of spiritual energy, so please hand them over to us first..."

Han Su raised his head slightly and said, "Mr. Moses, I should just be cooperating with your work, not the real prisoner, right?"

Li Moses paused slightly, sensing the displeasure, and explained, "Putting down the box is to better protect you."

He glanced at the machine running beside him and said, "Once the cipher machine starts operating at full capacity, it will activate a considerable level of mental energy. As someone who hasn't yet started the second stage of mystical power training, you will be under a lot of pressure."

"Moreover, if the target audience we want to target shows resistance to the targeting, the pressure will be even greater, and you may not be able to handle it."

Han Su simply smiled faintly and said, "I can give it a try!"

Li Moses narrowed his eyes, stopped trying to persuade him, and simply nodded to the staff member next to him.

"Young people are always arrogant and ignorant."

The staff around him, who were prepared, didn't mind seeing Han Su suffer a bit, so they started the machine directly.

Han Su stood quietly in the cipher array, watching as blue electric arcs were generated from the machine as it started.

Bai Senmang, who was sitting in the chair with his skull cracked open, suddenly trembled and convulsed violently, his brains churning as if boiling over. Layers of mental ripples visibly spread out.

Being in these ripples, I felt as if an invisible tide was surging towards me, one layer after another.

The invisible, overlapping tides also increase the pressure on oneself and impede blood flow.

Once Han Su activated his mental power, he withstood the pressure without frowning or swaying.

But when he glanced around, he was surprised to find that the Red Sea Studio's intelligence agents, security personnel, and researchers were all in the room with normal expressions.

'Have these studio members who follow Lee Moses also begun the second phase of training?'

'There's a real chasm between independent investigators and regular investigators. Judging from their demonstrated abilities, each of them would probably be qualified to obtain an investigator's license if placed in the Disaster Management Agency.'

'...'

The members of the Red Sea Studio were also somewhat surprised to see Han Su standing straight with a normal expression.

Once the mechanical adjustments were completed, the power output increased significantly.

Soon, mechanical roars filled the room, and layers of mental ripples permeated the entire space.

The air seemed to come alive, no longer so easy to inhale through the nose, and everything around became indistinguishable from reality.

After completing the task of starting the machine, the two researchers in white coats couldn't take it anymore and left the room first. Then came the female intelligence officer, followed by the middle-aged security guard, who also felt unwell and frowned.

Li Moses, however, kept a close eye on Han Su, thinking that if Han Su couldn't withstand the pressure, he would have to step in to protect him.

Unexpectedly, Han Su stood quietly in the room, relying solely on his mental energy to withstand the pressure from his surroundings.

However, by the time the middle-aged security guard also considered leaving the room, Han Su's mental activity had already been somewhat diminished by the influence of his surroundings.

Han Su breathed a slight sigh of relief. The divine substance within his body vibrated slightly, resonating with his own spiritual power. In an instant, his spiritual world stabilized, and the ever-increasing pressure around him seemed to vanish completely.

"you……"

For Han Su, this was the first time he had shown the results of his second-stage mysterious power training.

But Lee Moses, who had been watching him closely, was suddenly taken aback.

His eyes gleamed with an indescribable light as he whispered, "You've already started the second phase of training?"

"Yes."

Han Su turned to look at him, his voice steady, his laughter as usual: "I also want to thank Mr. Moses for his guidance."

Lee Moses's expression suddenly became incredibly complicated.

This young man was actually training according to the principles I had told him?
He originally thought that Han Su was only interested in his ideas and, out of a sense of loneliness, was willing to share them with others.

If the opportunity really came, he certainly wouldn't mind trying to guide Han Su little by little, carefully seeking verification.

But unexpectedly, Han Su had already trained himself, and he was following the path he had mentioned before, and had even successfully taken the first step.
This is a personal opinion, you know...

Private ideas represent ideas that haven't been put into practice by many people, and therefore represent instability.

How much conviction must one have in their own beliefs to embark on this unproven path without hesitation?

The esoteric school has a tradition of hoarding knowledge, but that knowledge has been verified and proven to be valuable.

For someone like Li Moses, who is still exploring, having his own ideas recognized is an indescribable joy.

Han Su could sense the shock surging in Li Moses' heart, but he just smiled and looked at him, saying, "In fact, I also had some questions about training in mysterious powers that I wanted to ask Mr. Moses."

He maintained his respect for Lee Moses: "You said before that the only answer to massive pollution is confrontation, but this confrontation..."

"...When will this be the end of the story?"

"..."

On Lee Moses' pale face, instinct finally overcame his inner turmoil, and he even smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Faced with Han Su's question, he remained silent for a long while before letting out a soft sigh and saying:
"Confrontation itself is a result."

"..."

Han Su thought of the Emperor's Book's strangeness and mystery, and how he was aware that it was a form of pollution, yet unable to resist it. He felt a sense of enlightenment and nodded slightly, saying, "The essence of life is a war."

These were the words Miss Ai once told me, and I only began to understand them gradually when I reached the second stage.

"Yes!"

Lee Moses nodded repeatedly, his face showing excitement, exhilaration, and appreciation: "We cannot expect to know when we will win at the very beginning of this war. We only need to recognize one thing: only by fighting can we possibly see a way out!"

At that moment, for the first time, he even felt a pang of regret for some of his principles...

After pondering for a long time, he hesitated several times before suddenly making a decision, turning around and walking out of the room.

Outside the door, people from Red Sea Studio came to greet them.

Give me the box!

But Li Moses didn't say much. He reached out and took his dark red briefcase, from which he took out a notebook with a red cover. The studio members around him immediately looked shocked and puzzled.
"Mr. Moses, you..."

"..."

Lee Moses sighed softly and said, "None of the four of us are actually qualified to take on students."

"But I've always felt that my work is useful, and now I've indeed found people who appreciate it..."

"This red notebook should be for him!"

"..."

The staff member next to him, whose expression was incredibly conflicted, couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Then you give him the notes, and we..."

Lee Moses remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Work is work, and it has nothing to do with my admiration for him."

The men under his command seemed to understand something, and stopped speaking, simply standing guard calmly around him.

"Give me?"

Inside the room, Han Su was slightly surprised to see Li Moses return. He looked down at the notes Li Moses had handed him.

Lee Moses simply nodded slightly: "These are my insights on combating pollution; perhaps they can help you."

Han Su looked at this man who was clearly using him, imprisoning him, and even willing to attack him, yet so generously gave him his notes. His heart was filled with complex emotions. After a long while, he accepted them and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Mr. Moses."

"..."

Although he is suspected of plotting against me and has now detained me, I am grateful for his guidance on the mysterious path.

Similarly, while fully cooperating with him in the kidnapping case, she also made sure to send messages to Song Chushi.

Lee Moses was a very clear-headed person, and so was I.

He glanced at the machine's operation; it seemed locating a mysterious figure at some level would take a considerable amount of time. So, should he just wait like this?

I was so anxious, imagining how I should yell at her or cry my eyes out if I saw her.
No, that's a waste of time.

Han Su simply pulled over a chair, sat down, opened his notebook, and began to read intently.

Li Moses looked somewhat surprised, but once he realized that Han Su was genuinely reading and not just pretending, his gaze softened.

He quietly left the room, his face showing a mixture of regret and worry.

Inside the room, Han Su flipped through a few pages of notes, his expression somewhat astonished. It was indeed just a notebook, without any mysterious symbols or formulas, nor any strange and terrifying coded incantations. It only recorded his experiences in fighting nightmares.

The notes were started four years ago.

This time coincides with the time when Secretary Cui Qiao mentioned the time of an out-of-control S-level incident that Qinggang once faced.

It was during that incident that Zhang Chiguo and his three companions' special operations team suffered a catastrophic loss, with only the four of them surviving. But from that moment on, all four of them possessed unimaginable power.

Therefore, they are known as the Four Heavenly Kings.

Everyone thought that the crisis was long over, but according to Lee Moses's notes, it was only just beginning.

Ever since that shock, he has been plagued by some mysterious force.

For four whole years, he was constantly fighting against it, and his notes and reflections filled an entire notebook.

Lee Moses did not describe the crisis in detail, perhaps because it remains classified to this day.

But he mentioned the nightmare, the blood-soaked world that appeared constantly after he was engulfed by this huge shadow, and the irresistible killing intent and coldness. He felt the sharpness of the butcher's knife and heard the grunts of pigs every time.

I often feel like I can't control myself, as if I'm obsessed with the exhilarating feeling of a sharp blade tearing through flesh.

"This……"

After flipping through it for a moment, Han Su was certain that the notes were useful, extremely useful.

Li Moses, or rather the Four Heavenly Kings, was fighting against something completely different from the Emperor's writings that he was preparing to fight against.

But how similar are the strength and weakness among them?

However, it was precisely because he read these notes that the strange feeling in his heart became even stronger.

Earlier, when he first saw Lee Moses make a move, he felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Now, this familiarity is becoming tangible.

For some reason, the image of the pig-headed butcher inexplicably came to mind.

Although he never dared to provoke this pig-headed butcher in the castle, because he was undoubtedly the most terrifying of all the monsters in the castle, and the oppressive and sharp aura emanating from him was highly recognizable and left a deep impression on Han Su.

Surely, what Lee Moses and his companions experienced couldn't possibly be the same as what the hog butcher in the castle went through?
If so, then this would be the fifth mysterious force I've encountered in reality, in addition to Pale, Copper, Ghost, and Consciousness Insect.

Of course, attitude is even more important.

Lee Moses' attitude toward the mysterious power was evident earlier, and now, this notebook records many specific techniques. Studying and understanding these techniques is certainly not a task that can be completed in a day or two.

However, the insights and attitudes recorded throughout this document, to some extent, helped Han Su decide how to approach the Emperor's book...

The Four Heavenly Kings, despite their mortal bodies, could contend against such immense power.

Why can't I do the same?
Anyway, haven't I always been facing things that seem impossible to defeat?

Once a decision is made, one's path becomes clear.

The Emperor's Book, the Will of Bronze, even the spectacles and pocket watch he brought from the castle—all could be utilized…

……

……

While Han Su was immersed in contemplating the second phase of the mysterious power training, the machine was running.

Spiritual power transformed into ripples, merging into this world, seemingly wandering through layers of space, searching for something that did not belong to reality. Finally, through some surreal connection, these spiritual tendrils approached an inconspicuous puddle.

Looking into the reflection of the small puddle, you can see a blurry shadow. If you magnify the shadow, you can see a dark and oppressive building.

On a corner of the building, in a spacious office, a woman in a white coat sat at her desk. Beside her was a crystal skull, emitting a soft light that illuminated her face.

She gently stroked a photograph framed in wood, remaining silent for a long time, her eyes seemingly moist.

The photo shows a somewhat gloomy-looking little boy timidly gazing at the camera.

He was a child who didn't get close to others from a young age, and he learned to live independently at a very young age.

Of course, the reason is probably that every time he tries to show affection, he gets beaten up.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this naturally aloof nature that he was able to escape from those strange things.

But all of this will eventually come to an end.

An unexpected turn of events allowed him to live for ten more years, and it was during those ten years that he grew into an adult.

He wasn't originally planned to grow this big, nor would he have had the chance to become a stubborn teenager.

Unfortunately, he now has to pay back what he owes.

"The priestess."

Someone gently knocked on the office door, and the woman who entered was also wearing a white lab coat, with crystal-clear eyes:

"Someone is trying to locate you, which is also a way of locating our lab through you."

"In addition, a meeting was held in the Qinggang council chamber, and that gentleman from the Xu family raised objections, demanding that we hand over the list of heirs."

"..."

The woman slowly put down the photo in her hand, ignoring the fact that someone had located her, and coldly said, "Qinggang Council, do you really have the guts to unilaterally tear up the agreement of silence?"

"I don't think so. They have no chance of getting enough votes."

The staff member said, "But that gentleman from the Guardians of the World organization called and said that the Xu family led the voting, which could have a very bad impact. If our remedial plan fails this time, it will be very difficult for us to push for the next divine intervention!"

"The remedial plan will not fail, and there is no need for another divine intervention."

The tall, slender woman remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice: "Tell him that the twelfth heir will arrive within twenty-four hours."

"At that time, we will make the tides a thing of the past!"

"..."

The staff member was somewhat surprised by the certainty in the tone: "So, regarding the reasons for the failure of the Seven-Day Divine Descent and the mystery of the bronze heir, you already..."

"Isn't it obvious?"

The tall, thin woman spoke coldly: "Whoever can kill that defective product will be the new heir."

"Although we have tried countless times and observed for a long time over the past ten years, we have not been able to find the Will of Bronze in him."

"But now the facts have told us everything."

"Now that you know..."

As she said this, her eyes seemed to turn unusually fierce: "Of course, we can't keep the other children waiting too long."

After saying these words, she looked at the crystal skull on the table.

She was used to carrying this crystal skull with her wherever she went, but this time she hesitated for a moment before opening the safe at her feet and gently placing the skull inside.

The moment the crystal skull was isolated inside the box, the slight vulnerability and reluctance on her face vanished completely.

A faint, cold smile remained on her face as she casually picked up the photo of the little boy on the table and threw it into the trash can.

Then, turning around, I could clearly feel those spiritual tendrils trying to find themselves.

Do people with this level of power also want to lock themselves in?

She decisively unleashed an eerie spiritual power, actively meeting the tentacles that drifted from reality:
"Since you want to see me so much, then let's meet."

"..."

"..."

"found it!"

At the same moment the tall, slender woman's gaze met the spiritual tendrils, the base was suddenly filled with the roar of machinery, and countless red lights flashed.

Han Su slowly closed the red notebook in his hand and looked up.

(End of this chapter)