Chapter 34: Is it fun to earn money with blood? (12) Corruption...
Now, she looked at Wu Zhexian's expression which was calm and indifferent.
She wasn't surprised by his words. She had just seen Cui Lijin's actions and knew that Wu Zhexian had been bewitched just like Cui Lijin. So she didn't bother to make any meaningless explanations or attempts to persuade him to stay. She just told him bluntly, "I'm not leaving now. You go first."
Wu Zhexian was completely stunned.
He stared at Fang Liyi in disbelief. He was unable to accept his mother's sudden strangeness.
After a long moment, he suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely at Cui Liming - this man caused him to lose both his parents in just a short moment!
Cui Liming originally had an expression of watching a good show because of the sudden change between Fang Liyi and her son, but he was suddenly met with a cold hatred and could not help but hide away guiltily.
Ah Zhui complained, "Hey, is Wu Zhexian blaming Cui Liming for his mother's refusal to go with him?"
Hyun Chi seemed to understand: "Using hatred to cover up the fact that his mother doesn't love him enough?"
"It seems so." Si Ling looked at the mother and son a few steps away with amusement.
Wu Zhexian reluctantly delayed for a few more minutes, but Fang Liyi remained unmoved. He could only tell the waiter to pay the bill alone and left after triggering the "fixed ending remarks".
Even his steps were filled with resentment, their feet flying as he crossed the aisle between the two rows of dining tables. When he pushed the door open, it slammed against the outside with a loud bang, then bounced back after he was out, slamming hard against the wall inside.
Fang Liyi just sat there in silence.
About ten minutes later, Cui Liming and Cui Han racked their brains but could not think of any other way out. They finally gave up struggling, gritted their teeth, closed their eyes, drank the wine in the glass, and left the western restaurant with Cui Lijin.
...This might be considered good news, because although the three brothers and sisters have all entered the countdown to death, at least their positions are unified.
The restaurant became quiet, with only Fang Liyi left.
This seemed a bit tricky to Azhu, because the most important reason why the "Rules and Tales Scroll" was suitable for multiplayer tasks was that once a copy was created, it could be used repeatedly. However, the copy would not be considered finished and restarted until all participants had left. Now that Fang Liyi stayed here, it was equivalent to letting the copy enter a stagnant state, with no way for new participants to come in.
At the same time, since the rules have been established, unless Fang Liyi violates the rules and reasonably triggers a horror scene that causes her to lose SAN and die, they have no way to forcibly scare her, and they have no way to gamble on the probability of successfully killing her while she still has a high SAN value.
Then the progress here is stuck.
Ah Zhui frowned in distress: "What should we do? Should we just let her stay here?"
Si Ling shrugged, not caring: "Just stay here."
After all, they still had five rule-based ghost story scenarios available, at least two of which could serve the same purpose as the Western restaurant. Therefore, while Fang Liyi's stagnation of progress here had an impact, it was limited. Furthermore, this allowed Si Ling to significantly reduce the mana required to maintain the instance, so he wasn't at a disadvantage.
While the three Cui siblings were leaving the Western restaurant, other ghost groups also made some progress to a greater or lesser extent.
More than 20 of the more than 200 people attending the conference were killed, including six main targets.
——Elizabeth and Fredis contributed half of this data, and their overwhelming lead was so dazzling that it blinded their classmates.
But where the students couldn't see, the staff who organized the party were also responding quickly.
In the monitoring room, after several attempts at arranging the array and casting the spell, Aji finally managed to review the bus surveillance footage of every vehicle that had a problem. Further investigation soon revealed that the vehicle, while identical to the buses in the park, was not a park vehicle.
Then they went to the west side of the park - in the surveillance video about Awang, the bus of unknown origin eventually drove to the west side, but unfortunately there was no surveillance on the west side, so people had to conduct an on-site investigation.
That is, during the investigation to the west, the staff who originally only hoped to find Awang made an unexpected discovery.
...Although ghosts will try their best to clean up the mess after killing people, some physical ghosts' killing methods are too bloody. Now they are in someone else's territory and have to hide, so it is difficult to clean up completely.
The staff then found a piece of fresh flesh and blood half the size of a palm in a clump of grass, and smelled an abnormal rust smell in a seemingly clean villa, which was very similar to the smell of blood.
They quickly used the Tumba family's connections in the Lighthouse Country and the nearby police station to borrow a police dog, and with the power of money, they quickly hired two highly capable private detectives.
The police dogs' sense of smell made it impossible to hide any traces of blood and minced meat, although this also gave the staff a chilling feeling - thinking that all the murders happened when they were busy welcoming guests to check in, everyone shuddered...
But there is still some clue about the missing person.
Finally, they found half a bloody footprint in front of a small blue house.
Since the small blue house was just a storage shed, there was no concrete paving in front of it, so it was surrounded by weeds. The bloody footprints were not conspicuous in such soil, and they were discovered entirely thanks to the police dog.
Then, two private investigators conducted a simple examination and discovered something unusual: decaying human tissue.
In other words... human tissue that has clearly been dead for more than a few hours.
And those bloodstains belong to different people.
The private detective therefore speculated that the murders had already begun. Due to the large scale of this private resort and the fact that only a few daily maintenance personnel lived there, it became an ideal hiding place for the perverted killer.
The perverted killer hiding in the darkness must have been hiding here for a long time and killed one or two people. Until this morning, a large number of people who participated in the party arrived one after another, and the perverted killer began to kill. Therefore, many people died this morning, but traces of people who died earlier also appeared in this bloody footprint.
"Of course, this is just a guess," the detective stated seriously, frowning deeply and looking down in thought. "Also, we can't rule out the possibility of multiple perpetrators. Perhaps you've heard that some antisocial individuals form gangs, where like-minded individuals gather to commit murderous acts together."
"I understand." Aji listened to the analysis calmly, without expressing his agreement, but also without any objection. However, when the detective was about to seek help from his colleagues to search for the murderer and the victim's body, Aji refused.
"Gentlemen, that's all for your work, thank you," he said, pulling out his wallet from his jacket lining pocket and handing over a wad of US dollars. He didn't count them, but the amount was clearly enough to cover the two private investigators' full fees, including a generous tip. "We'll handle the rest on our own. I expect you to keep today's events confidential."
"Of course, Mr. Aggie." Both private detectives promised solemnly, and one of them said, "We have professional ethics."
Both of them were experts in the industry, so Aggie was completely convinced. He politely sent two staff members to escort the detectives out of the manor. After they left, Aggie looked deeply at the blue house in front of him, thought again and again, and finally gave up the idea of going in directly.
...This is the caution that comes from decades of combat experience.
Although he didn't directly contradict the two detectives, he actually disagreed with their theory. From the moment he discovered the surveillance camera had been enchanted, he was convinced this was a battle of occultists. He had hired a private investigator simply because he wanted to get some clues to get a better idea of the severity of the situation.
The two detectives had given him what he needed.
As for further responses—due to the numerous unknown forces in the metaphysical world, even a high-ranking demon monk like him needed to be cautious. This was especially true in the Western world—while its culture was far less profound than that of the Eastern world, it was still a foreign land, not as familiar to him as the East. He had to be doubly cautious to avoid getting into trouble.
It would be great if this powerful enemy hiding in the dark also came from the East, Aji thought.
He has studied and practiced diligently for many years, and if the opponent comes from the East, whether it is human or ghost, he is confident that he can solve the problem.
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"Go prepare some yellow paper and cinnabar for me." Aji issued a new order. When the staff heard the two things, they guessed what he was going to do. Not only did they find these things quickly, but the yellow paper was also cut into rectangular strips.
Aji was very satisfied with this, so he borrowed a villa where a staff member lived nearby. He spread out the writing brush and ink on the table in the living room, cut his palm with a dagger, dripped blood into the cinnabar, and began to draw the talisman.
The talismans that fall into the category of "black magic" are completely different from the blessing talismans that ordinary well-intentioned believers can obtain in temples and Taoist temples. This kind of evil talisman consumes more mana, and the drawing process requires more concentration and precision. Many practitioners find it difficult to master it in their entire lives.
But Aji drew more than 150 pictures in less than two hours, and not a single one was wasted.
After the last piece of yellow paper was covered with an evil curse, Ah Ji finally put down his pen, casually knocked the thick stack of talismans on the table, and handed them to the staff in front of him: "Go and bury them?"
The staff was puzzled: "Bury it?"
"Yes, bury them all over the manor, one at a certain distance. All the soil that can bury things can be used. Be careful not to bury them too deep, just a few centimeters from the ground. Complete this task before the last ray of sunlight falls." Aji patiently explained all the precautions.
Several staff members nodded thoughtfully. Considering the time limit, they found more helpers through WeChat, distributed a few talismans to each person, and distributed them throughout the park.
Because of this, several of them inevitably walked into the garden on the west side of the manor.
This garden, covering an area of nearly 1,000 square meters, is beautifully maintained, with ponds, fountains, recreational facilities for children, and of course, large areas of land for planting flowers, plants, and trees.
A group of five people walked into the garden together. Just as they passed the small round white marble fountain facing the garden gate, a sudden gust of wind blew up, and the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder and lightning.
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