Chapter 225 Entering Linming City "Bang!" Linming City...
"Slap!" In a conference room of a building in Linming City, the familiar old man slapped the young man in front of him with a look of disappointment.
"You bastard! You've been keeping this from me even now?!" The old man clutched his chest in anger and collapsed onto the stool.
"Sir." The bodyguard beside him carefully supported him, then took out medicine from his pocket and fed it to the old man.
The old man closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths: "Tell me, what else are you hiding from me?"
The young man looked up at him fearfully: "No...it's gone..."
The old man opened his eyes, looking at him with cold indifference: "Really?"
The young man swallowed hard in fear, shaking his head violently: "It's really gone!"
The old man slowly exhaled: "Now, right now, I'll arrange for you to go abroad!"
The young man's fear immediately subsided somewhat; he knew that saying those words meant the old man had forgiven him.
"I understand, Grandpa. I'll go right away, right away!" he said, scrambling and crawling as he ran outside.
Unbeknownst to him, the old man behind him was gradually developing murderous intent in his cold eyes.
The old man took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and uttered a soft, detached sentence: "It was handled according to the rules, wasn't it..."
The bodyguard behind him nodded silently, then turned and left.
The old man turned to look at the clear sky outside the window, his eyes filled with sadness and sorrow.
But soon, the sadness vanished from his eyes, replaced by ferocity.
"Notify Wang Jiarui that the God of Hope II is now defunct. Tell them to suspend the affairs in Linming City, clean up the mess, and keep everything quiet. Do not make any rash moves."
"Yes!" The other bodyguard acknowledged the order and left.
Time passed slowly, and about an hour later, the first bodyguard returned, looking at the old man with a somewhat grim expression: "The young master has taken the person away."
The old man suddenly tightened his grip on his cane.
Before he could get angry, the second bodyguard brought equally bad news: "We couldn't stop them, the second wave has already begun."
The old man's body suddenly leaned back, and his once majestic figure, as imposing as a mountain, instantly slumped down.
He seemed overwhelmed by negative emotions; the shrewdness in his eyes faded, and he aged more than ten years in an instant.
"Could it be... that Heaven truly forbids it?" A hint of madness slowly crept into his eyes, but before he could completely lose control, he suppressed the emotion.
"Prepare the car and take me to the altar..." the old man sighed and instructed the bodyguard.
In an unfinished building in a remote suburb of Linming City.
The old man's son, scratching his head in frustration, looked at the young man in front of him and said with exasperation, "Why did you have to cause trouble?!"
"Didn't I tell you to listen to your grandfather?!"
The young man was much more relaxed in front of his father than in front of his grandfather, and his words carried a hint of coquettishness: "Your eldest son is on a secret mission! I don't want to lose to him!"
The middle-aged man choked. He opened his mouth and pointed at the other person, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He didn't know how to tell his youngest son that his older brother hadn't gone on the so-called secret mission, but had been sent to Anling Town for protection as a backup for the family.
The younger son was merely a target left behind to prevent others from discovering him.
The young man was unaware that he had long been abandoned by his father and grandfather. Seeing that his father could not say anything, he only felt that his father could not win the argument.
Seeing him holding his head high with a smug look on his face, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly: "You stay here and wait for me to let you know."
The young man pouted and said discontentedly, "No! Grandpa already said he'd send me abroad, so just let me go!"
The middle-aged man spat out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Listen to me, don't be reckless!"
Seeing that his face was really ugly, the young man immediately thought of his grandfather and didn't dare to pester him any longer. He could only silently agree.
Seeing his son's pitiful appearance, the middle-aged man's heart softened immediately: "Alright, just tell me what you need, and I'll have someone deliver it to you."
The young man immediately nodded with a broad smile and began ordering for himself: "Game console! And some snacks too!"
The middle-aged man was both amused and exasperated by his carefree attitude, but he could only nod in agreement helplessly.
The smile on the middle-aged man's face slowly disappeared as he watched his son disappear into a finely renovated room hidden in an unfinished building.
He knew his father's methods and ruthlessness; he wouldn't kill his child if the child had simply done something wrong.
Thinking about the news he had heard about the Wish God II, he had his own guesses.
Knowing that protecting this son was almost impossible, he still had a fatherly heart and wanted to give it a try.
What happened here had no effect on Sang Zhitao at all.
Yuwen drove his RV quickly through the valley to Linming City.
When the criminal police officers of Linming City saw the changes in An Wen and his group, they were all taken aback.
"Is there... no way to solve this?" Li Feng, the captain of the criminal investigation team in Linming City, licked his lips, a hint of fear in his eyes.
Sang Zhitao shook her head and then nodded: "It's not that there's no way, it's just that the current conditions are insufficient."
"We will do our best to help you with whatever you need!" Li Feng quickly patted his chest and promised.
Sang Zhitao shook her head again: "The opportunity hasn't come yet, let's wait."
Seeing this, Li Feng could only sigh deeply before cautiously asking, "The case..."
Sang Zhitao glanced at An Wen and the others who were drinking tea, thought for a moment, and then said, "It should be fine. After all, he's old, but his mind is still sharp."
Li Feng remained silent for a moment before nodding silently and having the case information released.
An altar I encountered in Anling Town, with seven or eight corpses lying haphazardly around it.
The wound on the corpse's wrist was turned outwards, revealing the pale flesh underneath, which inexplicably made Sang Zhitao feel somewhat nauseous.
"Aside from the wound on his wrist, there were no other wounds, and no signs of struggle." Li Feng flipped the picture back. "There were no traces of drugs in his body either, it's like..."
"Suicide?" Sang Zhitao asked, raising an eyebrow.
Li Feng nodded.
"How did you come to think that it was related to the case in Linhai City?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
A girl next to Li Feng spoke up to explain, "We didn't connect it to that serial murder case at all."
“But…” the girl pointed to a new image that appeared on the screen, “we saw this.”
Sang Zhitao turned to look at the big screen, where she saw a chat interface.
The few lines of chat history above caused the pupils of several people from Linhai City to dilate in shock.
"The mission in Linhai City is complete. The first batch of people from Linming City has already been taken there. When will the second batch arrive?"
"Seven days later, were the first batch of offerings useless?"
"If the resentment isn't enough, send the second batch after you've finished torturing them."
"receive!"
Who is in charge of the third batch of people?
"Zhang Lingyu".
"OK."
"How did you find the chat history?" Red Rabbit looked at Li Feng's group with a surprised expression.
She never expected that the news, which even her team's computer genius, Cat Cat, hadn't received, would actually be obtained by people from Linming City.
Li Feng quickly explained, "We didn't crack it; someone sent it to us seven days ago."
"Who?" An Wen asked hurriedly.
Li Feng shook his head: "I don't know, we didn't believe it at first."
“But…” he paused before continuing, “Five days ago, we found an altar and a corpse in the suburbs.”
An Wen took a sip of tea and slowly said, "So, does that mean we'll be using the so-called second batch of sacrifices in the next couple of days? What exactly are these people planning to do?"
“This is clearly a ritual, treating people as sacrifices,” Red Rabbit couldn’t help but say.
"A sacrifice? This altar looks a lot like the one in Anling Town. So it really is for worshipping gods?" An Wen asked in surprise.
Sang Zhitao tapped the baby bottle with her fingertip: "Only evil gods need flesh and blood sacrifices, and they need negative emotions like resentment. They must not be any legitimate gods."
"Who is Zhang Lingyu?" An Wen tilted his head and looked at Li Feng.
Li Feng changed the picture on the big screen to one of a young man in his thirties.
"Zhang Lingyu, the eldest son of the Zhang family, a hermit family, is thirty-five years old this year. His wife is Liu Ruo from the Liu family, a hermit family. They have two sons and one daughter: the eldest son Zhang Lanyu, who is 8 years old; the second son Zhang Wenyu, who is 4 years old; and the eldest daughter Zhang Ruan, who is 4 years old."
"They went missing seven days ago, and it is certain that they did not leave the country."
“The Zhang family…” Sang Zhitao murmured softly.
An Wen frowned and looked at the cat: "Can you find any information on the Zhang family, the reclusive clan?"
The cat nodded silently.
After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, the cat transmitted the data to the big screen.
"The Zhang family, a hermit family, originated from Zhang Qinglian, an eleventh-level fortune teller, a thousand years ago. After Zhang Qinglian passed away, the position of family head was passed to the eldest son, and the system of primogeniture has been maintained ever since."
“A thousand years ago…” An Wen frowned and looked at the cat, “What about the Liu family?”
"The Liu family originated from Liu Yuyan, a level 12 fortune teller a thousand years ago. After his death, the family passed on the family business to his descendants. The family adopts a system of meritocracy."
"A thousand years ago again?" An Wen tapped his fingertips on the table a few times, then suddenly looked at Fu Guanshi and asked, "I remember you said you took Taozi down the mountain to find the opportunity to hatch, was it because of the prophecy from a thousand years ago?"
Fu Guanshi nodded: "A thousand years ago, the Celestial Master sent the spirit beast egg to my Funeral Valley to raise it. At that time, he said that its chance to hatch would be a thousand years later."
An Wen bit his lip, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before turning to look at Maomao: "Search all the information on hermit families and see which ones started a thousand years ago."
Cat paused, then said hesitantly, "Some of the information is top secret; I don't have the authority to access it."
An Wen paused, then clicked his tongue in disapproval.
She looked at Li Feng: "Can you apply for the necessary permissions?"
Li Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I don't have that ability."
An Wen glanced at him sideways, then looked at Uncle You: "Uncle You, you have the widest network of connections, do you have a way?"
Uncle You slowly shook his head.
"Let Suhe think of a solution," Sang Zhitao said, seeing that Suhe had asked around.
An Wen hesitated for a moment, but after seeing the refined gentleman on the big screen, he nodded.
"Let me do it." Sang Zhitao took out her mini children's phone and tapped a few buttons.
"It's Peach, what's up?" Suhe's voice came from the other end of the line very quickly.
After Sang Zhitao recounted everything that had happened here,
Suhe quickly replied: "Okay, I reckon these materials can't be found in the provincial database either, so I'll just organize them here and send them to you."
After thanking her repeatedly, Sang Zhitao received a lot of concern from Su He before hanging up the phone.
An Wen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Feng: "Looking at that chat log, they've already found the second group of people. Have you rescued them?"
An awkward expression flashed across Li Feng's face: "That's one of the reasons I asked for your help. We... can't calculate any information at all."
Anwen immediately thought of the wish gods, since both of the wish gods she had encountered had the ability to conceal the secrets of heaven.
“Try using the divination board.” She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then glanced at Ling Li beside her and instantly realized that Ling Li’s divination board and finger counting yielded completely opposite results.
“A divination board…?” Li Feng was taken aback for a moment before explaining helplessly, “Fortune telling is our innate ability, who would bother to learn that troublesome divination board that requires talent?”
An Wen turned to Ling Li: "Are you sure you can do it?"
Ling Li licked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "I'll give it a try..."
"The sooner the better, let's do it now." An Wen looked at Li Feng.
Li Feng naturally agreed, after all, the second group of people were in great danger.
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