Chapter 600: Noah's Ark Crossing the Cataclysm

"The first sacrifice was already an evil sacrifice?!!"

The special envoy's teeth were chattering uncontrollably, his voice was distorted and out of tune due to extreme excitement, his scalp was tingling, and ecstasy and fear were like two torrents colliding in his head.

Good news, he can now be absolutely sure that the parchment scroll is authentic;

Bad news, the parchment scroll was too real, it summoned the evil priest in just one try.

Even though only a pair of eyes came, the problem was that the special envoy was not mentally prepared.

What about the three sacrifices?

Why don't you play by the rules?

How come the evil priest was summoned all at once?

It hit the target in one shot, damn it!!! "What should I do now? Should I say hello to the evil priest? Can He understand me? Do I have to use sign language to communicate with Him?!"

Please forgive the special envoy for being at a loss. After all, it was the first time in his life that he performed a [evil sacrifice ceremony] and he really had no experience.

Something strange happened suddenly!

The special envoy saw the maid lying on the ground. Her swollen belly suddenly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, as if weathered, it silently disintegrated and dissipated from the edge.

First, the fingers and toes turned into wisps of black smoke, followed by the limbs and torso... like a paper figure thrown into a furnace, there was no burning, no sound, only misty black smoke rising.

In just a few seconds, the living person disappeared into thin air.

Only the empty maid uniforms were left there - tops, skirts, aprons, socks, piled limply on the cold floor, soaked in a pool of dark red blood that had not yet completely solidified.

It was like a doll whose stuffing had been taken out in an instant, leaving only an "empty shell" to prove its existence.

This scene suddenly reminded the special envoy of Wang Yilin's dried corpse whose blood cells were sucked out by [Mask].

The special envoy swallowed hard, his neck tilted back stiffly, hoping that the pair of eyes above him would look at him, yet at the same time afraid that those eyes would actually look at him.

However, Ji's eyes kept wandering around the altar, and he was reluctant to even glance at him.

"I see. The altar is the plate offered to the evil sacrifice."

The special envoy immediately understood something. He didn't expect that the evil priest would be so particular about dining etiquette.

Unlike humans, who like to eat from the bowl while looking at the pot.

After another 10 seconds, the black fog on the ceiling gradually became dim, as if it was slowly dissipating.

The special envoy breathed a sigh of relief, but was also filled with a strong sense of resentment.

Then, he gritted his teeth and walked slowly to the edge of the altar.

He didn't dare to step in again, for he was afraid that if he got on the plate, he would be misunderstood by the evil priest.

But he was unwilling to let the evil priest eat for free, so he left.

Then, he stopped at the critical point of the "meal", and a faint sound came into his ears.

——[Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?] The voice was very soft, as if someone was whispering next door, but he overheard it through the wall.

The special envoy stood there in a daze, his heart beating wildly, and he thought to himself:

"The maid didn't answer the evil priest's question? Or did she answer incorrectly, so she was eaten?"

The special envoy cursed himself for being stupid, as if he had some idea of ​​how to make the [evil sacrifice ritual] succeed.

No, it should be said that he seemed to know how to create the [mask] correctly.

The special envoy is not bragging, he really understands the meaning of life, and he really wants to truly live!

"I should be the one to answer Xie Ji's question!"

The special envoy thought darkly in his heart.

At the same time, the black fog on the ceiling slowly dissipated along with the pair of terrifying eyes.

The black fog dissipated, and the ceiling returned to its original appearance. The hanging lamp on the top still emitted a soft halo, stretching the shadow under the special envoy's feet.

Everything is back to "normal".

The special commissioner let out a long breath and prepared to open the door to let someone clean the house.

After thinking about it, it was rare for him to clean the house by himself, and this was probably the first time since he was born.

There was naturally no mop or rag in the entertainment room, but the blood-soaked maid's uniform on the floor was a ready-made "cleaning tool".

He crushed the clothes with his leather shoes and dragged them back and forth on the ground, soon smearing the hand-painted altar beyond recognition.

Many things in the ancient era were destroyed in the catastrophe, but some survival philosophies can survive the catastrophe.

——Only tools and reputation cannot be lent to others!

At this moment, verifying the authenticity of the parchment scroll and its recorded contents becomes the "tool and name" of the special envoy.

Not to mention asking others to do it, even if someone looks at you for even a second, you will be cut into pieces!

Outside the door.

Feng Ju pressed his ear against the door, but even with his enhanced five senses after his resurrection from the dead, he didn't hear a single sound in the room.

If this were the door of his house, if someone farted from inside, people outside the door could hear it clearly.

"As expected of a wealthy family. Damn it." Feng Ju's face was gloomy and he cursed in his heart.

Just as his mind was in turmoil, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Feng Ju reacted very quickly, standing up straight in an instant. All the gloom on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a just right, respectful expression with a hint of inquiry.

But his eyes immediately looked over the special envoy's shoulder and glanced into the house.

"It's not very clear. We still have to go in to see the pattern on the ground clearly." Feng Ju felt secretly regretful.

"Come in, I have something for you to do."

The special envoy suddenly stepped aside and motioned Feng Ju to enter the house.

Feng Ju finally got his wish and stepped into the room. When he saw the contaminated "crime scene", a surge of grief and anger rushed to his head.

"What does the special envoy need me to do?" Feng Ju still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The special envoy sneered and said:

"Li Shang dared to fool me with fake things. I'm very angry. I want him to die. Do you understand what to do?"

Feng Ju opened his mouth, feeling a chill in his heart: "..."

Fake, you cleaned the scene so "clean"? Got it, it's absolutely true.

Before, they didn’t kill him immediately because they were still unsure of the authenticity of the parchment scroll. Now that they are sure, they are eager to kill him. The special envoy looked at Feng Ju coldly and said:

"I was very disappointed with what you did last time, but I am a person who cherishes the past and am willing to give you one last chance. I hope you won't let me down again."

The special commissioner paused, raised his hand and patted Feng Ju's mechanical arm, and said with a smile:

"The position of the chief of the police station is either his or yours. This multiple-choice question is not difficult to answer, right?"

Is it the director's problem now? I don't have the right to recharge now, damn it! Feng Ju's heart was full of rage. He really wanted to work for the special commissioner, but it was definitely not just about killing one person! In the end, he could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a grim smile: "I'll deal with Li Shang right away."

The special envoy withdrew his hand and walked out the door. Feng Ju glanced at the bloodstains on the ground reluctantly and hurried to follow him.

The special envoy was in a very good mood. He personally escorted Feng Ju to the door of the villa and encouraged him:

"You can't find [Mask], but you can't find Li Shang, right?"

Feng Ju nodded heavily and said murderously:

"Don't worry, Special Envoy. I can make an appointment with that idiot Li Shang with just one phone call."

The special commissioner said "hmm", and then added casually, "That's good. By the way, let Ma Bin from the Green Wolf Gang go down to keep Li Shang company."

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The door of the villa was closed, and Feng Ju stood at the door, feeling very disappointed.

"It's all we can do now..."

Feng Ju took a deep breath, quickly left the villa area, took out his mobile phone, looked at the name in the address book, and slowly dialed the number.

Inside the villa, several servants were wiping the floor of the entertainment room cautiously.

At this moment, they have long lost the ambition to "replace", and are only filled with fear.

It was terrible that Cuihua had died, but what was even more terrible was that her body could not be found in the house.

They had clearly cleaned every corner of the room, but they didn't find even a piece of meat residue.

《She disappeared? ! ! 》

The special commissioner didn't care what the servants were thinking.

Because they will strictly keep the secret for him, and they will not escape from the villa.

The moment they escape from the villa, the chips in their heads will automatically erase their memories of the villa, and they will return to work as usual.

"Housekeeping company, haha, it's amazing!"

The special commissioner leaned against the wall, looking at the servants working diligently, his eyes becoming increasingly fiery, as if to say - not one can be left behind! In his eyes, these were not servants at all, but the raw materials for making [masks].

Looking at the servants, the special envoy seemed to have seen in his mind how [masks] were produced one after another like on an assembly line, and then sent back to the upper city in an endless stream.

Is there anything more wonderful in the world? "The value behind this is too great. I can't handle it alone. I need someone to help me."

The Special Envoy has already begun to plan ahead for a bright future in the near future.

In the process of producing the [mask], he can do it himself with a little bit of effort. In production, this is called confidentiality of core technology.

But he couldn’t do the subsequent “transportation” and “sales” by himself.

The most important thing is that if he wants to return to the upper city in glory and make a name for himself in the family, he needs someone above him to fight for him and help him get things done.

It would have been fine in the past, he hadn't done anything meritorious, and people who wanted to help him couldn't get a say, which led to him being exiled to the lower city by his family.

Now, he can finally make a contribution, and it will be an extremely dazzling contribution, he must... The special envoy took out his mobile phone and dialed the long-lost number with trembling fingertips.

“Beep—beep—”

The short waiting sound seemed as long as a century to the special envoy. He subconsciously straightened his back, cleared his throat, and tried to mobilize the muscles on his face.

The moment the phone was connected, an unprecedented well-behaved smile appeared on his face, and his voice was intimate and eager: "Mom, it's me!"

"I have great news to tell you, son, I should be able to be transferred back."

He paused deliberately, as if to whet the appetite, and said with undisguised pride in his voice: "Mom, you will never guess what I found in the downtown..."

……..The sky is so vast that the lower city has never seen it before.

The outer circle is an indissoluble dark color, while the inner circle is clear as snow, alternating between day and night as the sun rises and the moon sets.

During the day, the pitch-black outer ring surrounds the bright inner core, with the blazing sun hanging high in the center; when night falls, the pure white inner ring is covered by the inky black sky, with the cold moon hanging alone in the middle.

White and black are clearly distinguished and evenly matched, just like day and night, dividing the day and night with absolute precision.

The day lasts twelve hours, and the night twelve hours;

The sun is in the middle for twelve hours, and so is the moon.

There is a kind of eternal beauty! Under the sky, there is a city made of metal, glass, holographic projections and cold light.

The huge buildings that stand in a disorderly manner are like a steel jungle, each of which reaches into the sky, with the surface flowing with the never-extinguished neon lights of data.

The air routes crisscrossed to form a sophisticated optical network, in which countless streamlined aircraft glided silently, leaving fleeting traces of light.

The ground is not a traditional street, but is covered with a layer of smart material that is as smooth as a mirror, with a faint blue light flowing on the surface.

It is not static, but is always in a state of intelligent flow.

Pedestrians only need to step on it without taking a single step. The "living" ground beneath their feet will receive commands and surge like liquid metal, transporting people to their destination smoothly, silently and quickly.

The air is cleaner than you can imagine, and every breath carries a very faint, indescribable sweet fragrance.

This is because the air is infused with molecular-level drugs that have the effect of prolonging life.

The ground is spotless. Any dust or stains that fall will be instantly absorbed and decomposed by the ground material, as if they had never existed.

However, the most shocking thing is the three circles of giant circular walls that stand like miracles, penetrating the sky and the earth, dividing the entire world into outer city, middle city, inner city and core city.

They are not simple city walls, but magnificent barriers that exceed the limits of human imagination. Each one sinks into the dark sky and disappears at the end of the field of vision.

It seems like the cosmic pillar supporting the sky, and also like the guillotine of God dividing the world.

All children often naively imagine that the upper city is not floating on its own, but is suspended in the sky by this towering wall.

Forgetting the innocent fantasies of childhood, looking down from the sky towards the inner city, you will see a cluster of ancient buildings.

The flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, and green tiles covering the continuous roofs seem to be incompatible with the extremely sci-fi tones of the surroundings.

The sense of incongruity in this area is not a design error, but a deliberate display of the pinnacle of power. Those living in it are the real powerful families in the upper city.

It is rumored that every ancient building here was dug up directly from the surface of the lower city hundreds of years ago, and planted here intactly like transplanting precious flowers and trees.

Every brick and tile, every inch of soil here, silently tells a fact: the dignitaries living here, their roots, their history, their authority, are far older than the upper city itself.

These buildings are not only places of residence, but also monuments to the ancient bloodlines of the powerful and emblems of their arrogance that transcend time and space.

In other words, this complex of buildings is Noah's Ark that survived the catastrophe! (End of this chapter)