Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 245 Seven Days of Divine Descent
"Got some work to do?"

In the D7 laboratory of the Disaster Management Bureau, a man with a bowl cut was wearing a prison uniform and walking barefoot on the smooth cement floor of the cell. This cell, which was over 100 square meters, was filled with various visually striking sculptures and oil paintings, as well as some avant-garde paintings with a bold and avant-garde style.

His favorite pastime is to stroll silently among these works of art, tiptoeing and twirling lightly in circles.

A hoarse melody drifted through the empty room: "Many wine glasses floating in the air..."

This was the most ordinary music he had ever heard.

Previously, the music he listened to was something the researcher and his apprentice had never heard before; it consisted only of piano sounds or strange screams.

In the room next to his, researchers were marveling at the data on their screens: "So close!"

"Teacher, he's in amazing condition right now. He's almost ready to move on to the next stage of the experiment."

"How...how did they do that?"

"..."

"This experiment could have been declared a failure..."

Opposite him, the elderly researcher, who had lost an eye, an ear, and half a nose, also wore a look of astonishment:

"By performing twenty-three surgeries, we can achieve the combination of various mysterious substances. This is a great goal, based on a near-perfect equation. Once successful, it can create miracles in physical transformation of the mysterious realm!"

"Unfortunately, there aren't many people in Qinggang with the vision to invest in our surgery, and the Hidden School doesn't believe in our perfect formula."

"Back then, the two of us presented gifts to Mr. Buddha, and we finally managed to get him to see us. But he only told us to study the theories further before kicking us out. The Qinggang Council was even more reluctant to allocate funds..."

"But so what? Look at this!"

He exclaimed excitedly, "We've not only completed the first phase of our methods, but the second phase is about to begin!"

The student whispered, "Well, teacher, maybe it's not their fault. After all, we've had quite a few failed experiments..."

"That's because a perfect equation needs a perfect vehicle!"

The teacher berated him harshly: "Before this perfect baby was sent here, the people who underwent the experiment could only endure three surgeries at most before they completely lost their human emotions."

"And without human emotions, it's impossible to perfectly contain mysterious power, do you understand?"

"When a person has completely lost their emotions, even if they can still breathe, they are no longer a person, but a tool."

“Until we met him, not only did his family secretly promise that we could perform surgery on him at will without considering life or death, but most importantly, he was different. He had undergone seven surgeries and still retained human emotions and aesthetic sense…”

"...Although that kind of aesthetic might be difficult for others to accept!"

"..."

The students thought of the special prisoner codenamed "The Ripper" and also found it strange that not only was the prisoner's hobby hard to understand, but his family was also hard to understand.

On the one hand, whenever his family came to visit him, no matter how difficult his requests were or how expensive the artworks he wanted were, his family would always do their best to fulfill them.

With all the artworks in his cell, he could just take any one of them and he and his teacher would be set for life if they ran away together.

On the other hand, his family doesn't care at all what kind of surgery he's undergoing...

"but he……"

The student hesitated, then said, "His mood was also rapidly improving recently. Although he's better now, we still don't know why he's improved. Starting the second stage of surgery like this... will it......"

"Don't worry about it!"

The teacher stated unequivocally: "As long as he still has emotions, it means he can handle the perfect equation!"

"We just need to wait, wait until..."

"..."

He was about to give a general timeframe when his eyes widened and his face almost touched the screen.

On the monitoring instruments, the curve, which had been rising steadily, began to rise again, gradually pointing to a breathtaking height.

The two of them opened their mouths wide, speechless for a long time.

Just then, a knocking sound suddenly came from the glass next door.

The Ripper's polite voice rang out, and one could even hear a hint of anticipation in it:

"Ask for leave!"

"..."

"This……"

The senior researcher certainly wouldn't refuse his leave request, because even if he didn't allow it, the student could still leave. Moreover, the identity of this entity made him hesitant to forcibly restrain him.

But since it concerned his perfect formula, he mustered up the courage to ask, "You've been in great shape since you came back from your recent leave. May I ask a question?"

"What were you doing outside?"

"..."

On the Ripper's end, there was only silence. Just as this silence was subtly unsettling, the experimental subject, who theoretically shouldn't even have emotions now, suddenly answered. His voice even held a gentle, uplifting quality:

"Do something meaningful!"

"..."

"..."

"Oh my God..."

At the same time, as the news spread, on the outskirts of Qinggang City, a laboratory that had just begun to take shape was being built.

Rong Qiyue looked at the messy files on his desktop and felt his head suddenly throb.

His own laboratory was about to be built at an abnormally fast pace, and he was about to become the new generation leader of the secret school, taking the biggest steps forward. Even the celebratory champagne had already been put into the ice bucket.

But then, at this moment, he suddenly received a notice that he had to go and fight someone to the death?

I was absolutely against it!
But in the end, he sighed, slowly closed the documents on the table, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

He might joke around and complain a bit in normal times, but when it comes to crucial matters, he knows very well that there are no real choices.

As a researcher of archaeology, I have a much deeper understanding of history than others, which makes me more aware of the horror of those things in history and what kind of thing the ancient castle I encountered truly was.

From the moment he was awakened, or rather, from the moment he was chosen by the castle, he had no choice.

War doesn't give ordinary people a chance to refuse; all they can do is choose a side.

Of course, I should stand on the side of the big brother, not only because he awakened me, but more importantly because:
He really did build a laboratory for himself!
He seemed to be omnipotent in Qinggang...

His expression turned serious. He took out a gun from the drawer, loaded it with bullets, and to strengthen his determination to fight to the death, he even carried his long-cherished golf club and his grandfather's business card!

……

……

In the Qinggang council hall, Wei Lan gently opened his eyes.

A silent vote is taking place in the middle of the session.

When Mr. Xu, who was sitting in the black chair, questioned the silence plan, then the vote-getting process naturally had to proceed.

And as he had said before, he was the first to cast his vote in favor of canceling the silence plan, but everyone looked at each other blankly, no one holding out hope. Although it was the person in the black chair who cast the vote, this kind of situation happens often.

The council chamber has three black chairs and seven red chairs. Each red chair has one vote, and each black chair has three votes.

The Qinggang Council stipulates that there must be no fewer than two people and no more than two people in the black seats used for voting.

The maximum number of valid votes can only be thirteen.

Because Qinggang's initial guardian said that humans are beings who cannot reach a complete consensus.

If one day, out of a total of sixteen votes, the council casts more than thirteen votes, it means that Qinggang has begun to lose its vitality, and everything will be meaningless.

According to usual practice, the person in the black chair will usually cast a vote first, trying to make others understand their thoughts, and then wait for numerous private meetings to take place before a second formal vote.

Since Mr. Xu has raised a different opinion this time, the next step is to visit him in person, inquire about his real needs, hold meetings in various small circles to discuss the matter, and consider how to make it a matter that is universally welcomed.

When it comes time to vote, the results are often known in advance.

This time, however, the result seemed to be different from what everyone had expected. Everyone silently cast their vote, and the final vote count was revealed by the etiquette lady. The result was 7 votes in favor, 2 abstentions, and 2 votes against.

This result instantly caused a cold glint to flash in the eyes of the person sitting in the other black chair, who abruptly sat up straight.

Not only him, but everyone in the room also had their expressions change drastically, including some of those who had voted in favor themselves.

Just like the old woman in the Lilac Mansion who always kept her brows closed and eyes downcast, or the young empress who had just been qualified to sit in the black chair at this meeting, her small face was clearly somewhat surprised, and her eyes were blinking.

A gasp escaped his lips: 'Could the vote in the Qinggang council chamber really be so trivial?' "This result..."

After a long while, someone suddenly spoke up in a low voice, looking at this somewhat frivolous result, of course they would not truly accept it.

Even in such an internal meeting, facing such an awkward situation, some polite words are needed to ease the tension.

"A result is a result."

But before he could finish speaking, Mr. Xu, sitting in the chair on the left, suddenly said, "Since everyone agrees with my suggestion, then..."

He suddenly leaned forward slightly, crossed his arms, and his gaze darkened: "Send someone to contact the media and publish a report first thing tomorrow morning that the mayor is unwell and unable to continue presiding over the work."

“Arrange for someone else to take over Secretary No. 5’s work, and the task he personally signed is null and void.”

"Mobilize the Disaster Management Bureau; they are responsible for building the fourth line of defense. They've been given benefits, so they have to take responsibility."

"Furthermore, immediately send a note to Abyss Studio, informing them that the Qinggang Council will no longer cooperate with the investigation into the kidnapping case from ten years ago, and..."

"..."

"Mr. Xu!"

The person sitting in the black chair on the right had a trembling voice: "Are you kidding us?"

"Now the tide is coming, at this final juncture, you..."

Undoubtedly, everything happened too suddenly, without any warning.

He could only be certain that there was something wrong with the vote, or even with the entire meeting itself.

The gentleman sitting in the middle chair wasn't even present, yet he cast such a vote—it's utterly ridiculous!

Meeting his somewhat flustered gaze, Mr. Xu's expression suddenly darkened, and he glanced at him indifferently:
"In your eyes, am I someone who likes to joke around?"

"Or are you so arrogant that you don't even recognize the voting results of the Qinggang Council?"

"..."

"..."

In the abandoned D7 laboratory, Han Su, having received feedback from Wei Lan, slowly opened his eyes.

Everyone has been notified. Abyss Studio is on its way to Qinggang, but my own team is also making preparations.

The only problem is, that guy Lu Neng...

Unable to contact them again?

The current information relay station is Qinggang Queen Wei Lan, and Lu Neng is also someone who left his mental coordinates with her. If he can't even disappear under these circumstances, where has he gone this time?

Han Su didn't care about anything else at this moment. He rubbed his face, got up from his chair, and saw a scene of carnage before him. The ground was littered with severed limbs and the internal organs of bodies that had been hit by the front of the car and run over by its wheels. The ceiling had collapsed and the electrical box was hissing smoke.

The ghost truck was emitting a soft beeping sound as it shook its massive cargo bed while searching for survivors still trying to crawl around on the ground.

On the other side, a faint, coppery-green mist hung in the air, within which stood five or six figures. They were all members of the Red Sea Studio, elites among elites, possessing individual strength comparable to that of investigators.

But now, their bodies are covered in verdigris, still in various poses of firing guns, wielding knives, dodging, or fleeing, like statues standing there blankly.

The tall, silent bronze statue stood among them, slowly crushing each person's head.

The ghost truck had just noticed these objects and wanted to come over and rob them, but the aura emanating from the bronze statue frightened it, so it obediently drew a line and left each other alone.

Amidst the horrified, bewildered, or resentful gazes cast upon him by the elites of the Red Sea Studio, Han Su stepped out of the cage that Li Moses had prepared for him. There, at the somewhat deformed iron gate of the base outside, stood Song Chushi, carrying a briefcase and slightly panting from his hurried journey.

He seemed to have arrived just in time and happened to see Han Su coming out from inside.

Behind him was a half-collapsed wall, and the flickering lights and broken wires occasionally emitted sparks.

The strong smell of blood and the cruel, chaotic scene were faintly visible behind him, and an eerie mist rose in the air above the base.

Song Chushi's pupils contracted slightly as he said, "Your abilities exceed my expectations."

Shouldn't I thank you?

Han Su carried his briefcase forward and said, "If you hadn't given me a push, I would still be sleeping soundly in the comfort of reality, and I wouldn't have had the chance to come into contact with these strange things."

The words of gratitude are genuine; if it weren't for the fisherman's song given to me by Song Chu, I would have had many problems that I simply couldn't solve.

Upon hearing this, Song Chushi's expression immediately turned somewhat ashamed. He withdrew his slightly scrutinizing gaze and sighed sincerely in a low voice, "I admit that I owe you a lot, but don't worry, I will do my best to make it up to you."

"compensate?"

Han Su's heart stirred slightly; he really wanted to ask Song Chu about the fishermen's chants.

However, in the present life timeline, the incident of Song Chu giving him the fisherman's song never happened, so asking about it would be tantamount to exposing it.

Therefore, knowing how to ask the right questions requires skill.

Looking up at the dark night sky, not a single star in sight, and remembering the impending arrival of the Abyss Studio and the urgency of the situation, he decided not to waste any more time. As he walked, he asked, "So, what's going on here?"

"tidal!"

Song Chu knew what Han Su was asking and immediately replied, "The root of everything is the fear of the tides."

"You should have already completed the second phase of mystical power training, so you should understand that all mystical powers are the theft of the power of historical remnants."

Han Su nodded: "Some people say it's a foolish thing to do, but no one will stop it willingly."

Song Chu said, "The foolish actions that everyone makes are no longer a matter of whether they are foolish or not; they are simply human nature."

"But the theft of the mysterious power of historical relics will inevitably trigger the revival of the will of historical relics, which is also a process that cannot be reversed."

"Mysterious believers claim that the gods of history will surely return and report to humanity, but in fact, the opposite is true. Those gods, or rather, the ancient wills, have long been dormant, and it is precisely humanity's current pursuit of mysterious powers that will awaken them."

"The further humanity goes in its pursuit of mysterious powers, the more mysterious powers it steals, and the more wills awaken. Over time, this will accumulate to a limit, and this limit is..."

"..."

"tidal!"

Han Su took the initiative to say those two words.

As he gained a deeper understanding of esoteric knowledge, he had already formed his own conjectures. Now, Song Chushi was simply the first person to fully explain this concept to him.

"Yes!"

Song Chushi nodded slightly: "Human beings' troubles with tides began several hundred years after the Reconstruction Era."

"It started roughly once every thousand years, then every few hundred years, then every hundred years, and now..."

"The impact of tides on civilization is becoming increasingly intense and the intervals are getting shorter. Although humanity has established three lines of defense and is even trying to build a fourth, the pressure is increasing."

"Therefore, many scholars of the esoteric schools have already made prophecies:"

"Humanity is destined to lose!"

"..."

Song Chu paused for a moment before continuing, “In the end, the Reconstruction Era has only lasted for two thousand years. Compared to the Radiation Era, which was so long that its exact duration is almost impossible to verify, it is extremely short. Humanity is not as powerful as we think.”

"If the tides truly destroy the facade of this civilization, causing it to revert to the bizarre and barbaric, then in the grand scheme of history, it would be a perfectly normal state."

"..."

Han Su listened patiently to his story and said, "So, humanity has resigned itself to its fate?"

"Do not."

When Song Chushi got to this point, he smiled and said, "Human beings are inherently drawn to mysterious powers, but they are also inherently defiant. The greater the pressure, the more it breeds ambitious people."

"Some people, on the contrary, are preparing to use the mysterious power they possess to end all the tides at once."

"And this plan is: Seven Days of Divine Descent!"

"..."

At this point, a complex emotion even appeared on his face, a mixture of resentment and admiration for the bold idea and the courage to actually execute it, shared by fellow researchers:

“From historical research, we have found descriptions of ancestral civilizations depicting God creating the world in seven days. Therefore, these people planned to use the same seven days to permanently end the threat that these tides posed to the human world.”

"Based on my current findings, they did indeed attempt it."

"Ten years ago, they chose Qinggang for this project, and they used every available resource to ensure its success."

"But in the end, they still failed."

(End of this chapter)