Chapter 598: It turns out that I am the most consistent person in the family.

After Feng Mu gave the gift, he said goodbye and left.

Li Hanyu held a heavy gift in his hand and looked slowly around the bedroom.

Ordinary cups and vases are obviously too small to hold the head of the [old tree on the grave].

Suddenly, her gaze suddenly froze as she looked at the huge fish tank where her son was immersed. There was obviously still plenty of space in the tank.

Li Hanyu immediately had an idea in his mind.

Of course, she wouldn't be so reckless as to throw a head directly in. She was still very cautious.

"Head nurse." She waved gently in the direction of the medical team.

The head nurse guarding the door immediately stepped forward quickly, the hem of her white coat swaying slightly with her hurried footsteps.

Li Hanyu handed the head over without any further explanation.

The head nurse's expression changed imperceptibly, and she took the head steadily with both hands, holding it gently in her arms.

It was as if what she was holding in her arms was not a human head, but a bouquet of flowers.

Such professionalism in the face of danger is worthy of being the gold medal nursing team of the Fourth Hospital. Thumbs up!!! "Check this head carefully,"

Li Hanyu then slowly instructed, "Be careful not to damage it."

"Yes, ma'am."

The head nurse took the head to the side to operate. This renovated bedroom was equipped with top-notch medical equipment, which was more than enough for examining a head, even for performing a major operation.

Li Hanyu naturally did not doubt Feng Mu's kindness. Examining the heads was just a habit for her.

The head nurse placed the human head on the sterile operating table. Under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, every wrinkle and every frostbite on the skin of the head was clearly visible.

She carefully took a sample from the head for various tests and analyses.

At the same time, the head is fixed, and various X-ray machines are used to see through the head, and a detailed image of the interior is constructed on the computer screen nearby.

Cross-sectional images of blood vessels, skull bones, and brain tissue (although already inactive) were captured and analyzed one by one.

"Ma'am, all tests have been completed and there is no problem with the head."

The head nurse flipped through the test report and said firmly:

"Except that the bone density is slightly higher than that of an ordinary person, this is a normal dead person's head."

"Handle it well."

Li Hanyu was not surprised by this result and continued to instruct,

"This is a gift someone gave to Huan'er. I want it to be clean and safe in the nutrition cabin to accompany him."

"Gift?"

Even though the head nurse was experienced and knowledgeable, she couldn't help but be shocked at this moment.

What else could she say?

She could only sigh inwardly: rich people nowadays have so many ways of giving gifts, and poverty ultimately limits her imagination.

Soon, the head nurse gathered several medical staff and began to perform professional treatment on the head.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the instruments made crisp sounds when they collided. Everyone tacitly maintained a professional and restrained silence.

First, the broken neck was sutured with a cosmetic stitch, leaving almost no visible scar.

Then, through minimally invasive technology, the special biological gel is slowly injected into the cranial cavity to replace traditional preservatives.

Finally, a layer of sealed isolation "mask" was carefully sprayed on the head and face, including the hair, and then treated with sterilization and disinfection.

In the fine mist of the disinfectant spray, the entire treatment process is like a solemn burial ceremony, and also like the careful production of some kind of work of art, revealing an indescribable sense of weirdness and sacredness.

Everything is handled properly.

Medical staff wearing sterile gloves carefully lifted the human head and slowly sank it into the dark blue nutrient solution.

The head sank slowly in the water, and the angle of rotation brought out an elegant arc, as if it was guided by the hand of fate and fell squarely into Qian Huan's arms.

Qian Huan's arms curled up unconsciously, just enough to embrace his sinking head.

The head was tilted slightly to one side, the pale cheek pressed against his chest covered with new skin.

Each of them sang a song, and they hugged each other quietly in an extremely intimate and terrifying posture.

Li Hanyu looked at the scene in the fish tank with a little surprise. The blue light reflected by the fish tank danced in her eyes: "It seems that my son likes this generous gift from Feng Mu very much."

At the same time.

Feng Mu also felt Qian Huan's gratitude in some way.

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Qian Huan received your gift, and he held it in his arms and seemed to like it very much. (Completeness +1%)] Feng Mu's mouth also raised a slightly satisfied arc, it was a blessing that the carefully prepared gift could be liked by a good friend~……..Outside the villa area, the carefully trimmed landscape belt stood silently in the night.

The branches of towering trees rustled in the evening breeze, and the bushes were trimmed into neat geometric shapes by gardeners, like living fences.

The neon light from the upper city passed through the gaps between the layers of leaves, casting fragmented spots of light on the lawn.

There was a figure squatting in the light spot. It was Feng Ju.

After coming out of the special envoy's villa, he did not walk far and just squatted in the bushes.

His eyes glanced at the entrance and exit of the villa area from time to time. He was waiting, waiting for the special envoy to call him again.

Time is no longer an abstract concept to him, but a cold number on his retina:

【101:22:21】

【101:22:20】

【101:22:19】

【……】

"Almost ten hours have passed. The special envoy should have finished his research, right?"

Feng Ju waited and waited, but there was no call from the special envoy. He was almost going crazy.

It was really urgent! "Why didn't the special commissioner ask me for help? If I could help him with the research, it would definitely speed up the process."

Feng Ju really wanted to contribute his intelligence and talents to the special envoy.

He was willing to swear on his beloved daughter's life that this time he wanted to do something for the special envoy with all his heart and at the risk of his life.

In addition, Feng Ju was also very sure that the special envoy would need him.

Although he couldn't guess why the special envoy was so obsessed with [Evil Sacrifice], whether he wanted to become a monster, or wanted to study monsters, or wanted to... Feng Ju couldn't guess the special envoy's purpose.

But no matter what the purpose of the special envoy is, after getting the parchment scroll, he will definitely try to hold a [evil sacrifice ceremony] to verify the authenticity of the parchment scroll.

Of course, given the special envoy’s high status, he would definitely find someone to help him verify it.

“That person is me!”

"I can help the special commissioner find sacrifices for the ceremony. One, ten, or a hundred, I can find them for him as quickly as possible."

"Even if the special commissioner needs me to be a sacrifice, that's fine!"

Feng Ju's mind was spinning like crazy, and he was furious:

"I must participate in the [evil sacrifice ceremony], whether it is preparing sacrifices or becoming a sacrifice. As long as I can participate, I will have the opportunity to see the contents of the parchment scroll. At the very least, I can witness the entire process of the [evil sacrifice ceremony] with my own eyes."

Feng Ju's thoughts seemed crazy, but in fact, they were not. His mind was clearer than ever before.

In his eyes, if the parchment scroll is the "recharge window", then the process of the [evil sacrifice ceremony] may be the "recharge process".

For someone who only has 4 days of balance left, this may be his last chance to recharge, and he must not miss it.

"If the special envoy doesn't come to me..."

Feng Ju's eyes were filled with despair and madness. "Then I can only take a risk and fight for my life!"

At this moment, the heavy iron gate of the villa area slowly slid open to both sides.

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A black luxury car drove out smoothly.

Feng Ju's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously buried his body deeper into the shadows of the bushes, leaving only a pair of horrified eyes exposed.

The rear window of the car was half lowered, and a young, calm face wearing rimmed glasses came clearly into Feng Ju's sight.

The person sitting inside was the filial son whom he had wanted to see but had not dared to see in recent days.

"Feng Mu?! Why...why is he here?!"

A huge wave of doubt hit Feng Ju's brain like a tsunami.

In an instant, Feng Ju felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and felt suffocated by a huge conspiracy.

It’s no wonder Feng Ju is suspicious. If anyone were in his current situation, they would have to think too much.

From his perspective, that is:

It is known that the daughter is a monster in human skin, and is most likely related to the [Mask], or is the second [Mask];

Then, he assumed that his son was also a monster, and planted a death countdown on him; the parchment scroll recording the secret of [Mask] was now in the special envoy's villa; finally, his son strangely appeared in the same place!!!

From this, we can infer...what? Feng Ju's brain is like an overloaded old machine, the CPU is running wildly, and various clues are entangled, broken, and reorganized in his mind...

“It’s too difficult… It’s really too difficult…”

Feng Ju dug his ten fingers deep into his hair, scratching his scalp. He used all his life's detective power, killing all his brain cells, but he still couldn't sort out the tangled mess of clues.

I can't figure it out! I can't figure it out no matter what! If it were a real detective, maybe he could figure out the truth~ Feng Ju was confused, but an almost instinctive, vague and strong intuition told him that there was no simple coincidence behind all this.

There must be an invisible thread somewhere that connects all these things together.

The vehicle drove away smoothly, merged into the traffic on the main road, and soon disappeared from the end of the sight.

Feng Ju was still squatting in the shadow of the bushes, replaying that familiar yet extremely unfamiliar face over and over again in his mind.

An indescribable sense of sadness and absurdity surged in my chest:

"My daughter has been acting the whole time and has deceived me to death. My son is also acting like me and is the most secretive. So, in the end, I am the most consistent person in the family... the fool?

Inside the car, Feng Mu, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, curled the corners of his mouth down almost imperceptibly.

He spotted Feng Ju the first time he saw him. He didn't even need to use his eyes to locate him. He could sense Feng Ju's precise coordinates.

Feng Ju's remaining life was a gift from him, and once the latter appeared near him, he would be able to sense it immediately.

He just didn't bother to pay attention, and didn't even bother to cast any extra glances.

"It's still four days to live, but there's not even a decent wave. It's really disappointing."

Feng Mu's mind is no longer on his old father, and he has done his best for his father.

If he had to describe his current mood, it would be roughly the same as when Feng Ju gave up the original owner.

"My dear father is totally inferior to my sister. He is such a loser. It is not worth wasting my life and feelings on him."

Feng Mu withdrew his thoughts and decided to give up on Feng Ju completely and let him fend for himself.

………

The heavy mahogany door was locked from the inside, and the world seemed to be muted. The only sound in the study was the special envoy's heavy breathing, which was a little creepy in the overly quiet room.

The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in any light.

Only the desk lamp on the desk was turned to the brightest setting, casting a pale cone of light that enveloped the unfolded parchment scroll.

The special envoy almost lay prone on the table, his nose pressed against the yellowed parchment, greedily sniffing the unique rancid aroma of aged corpse oil.

The lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses reflected the glaring light, but could not hide the almost burning light in his eyes, a mixture of extreme excitement and naked greed.

"It's true... I can almost confirm it's true..."

The correspondent's cracked lips moved, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper after not drinking for more than ten hours.

What prompted him to make this judgment was not any rigorous academic research, but the fact that the ritual steps recorded on the parchment were so complicated, the requirements were so harsh, and the process was so bloody and cruel, which completely exceeded the moral bottom line of normal humans and even challenged the normal logic of life and death.

The death scene depicted above, and the requirement that the sacrificer must remain conscious in extreme pain... all perfectly fit his most twisted and insane imagination of the "evil sacrificial ritual" deep in his heart.

More importantly - [Mask] is real!

This irrefutable fact, like an iron foundation, provides the most powerful credibility support for the [evil sacrificial ritual] recorded in the parchment scroll.

It should be noted that there are thousands of evil sacrificial rituals in the world, but only a few are truly successful.

Most of them are nothing but lies that deceive the self-esteem of the delusional, or tragedies directed and acted out by lunatics.

But the one in front of me... it points to a known successful case - Masked Zheng Hang! And the special commissioner is obsessed with [Mask], isn't it just to catch an evil sacrifice parasite, and then transport the evil sacrifice parasite back to the upper city, and transport it back to the family to make a contribution.

You have to know that among the children of a big family like theirs, competition is going on all the time.

Outsiders only see their glamorous appearance and think that they have been sitting in the clouds since birth. However, only they themselves know what a cruel arena the clouds are.

Not only the position of young master of the family requires competition, but every position within the family requires competition.

He didn't have enough status to be the young master of the family, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

His goal was just to become an outstanding child recognized by the family, enter the key training sequence, and become a member of the future young master's team.

Even if he is just an inconspicuous member of the team, as long as he can hold a powerful position in an important department within the family and can truly mobilize some family resources, he will be satisfied!

Even such a "humble" ambition is difficult to achieve.

The first condition is to escape from the stinking quagmire of the lower city and return to the bright world of the upper city.

To win this ticket back, he must... (End of this chapter)