Chapter 599 Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?
In order to return to the upper city, he must make achievements that will attract the attention of the family.
This credit is not due to how well he did in the lower city, such as how well he managed the police station.
These are all useless efforts. It will be useless even if he makes the police station in District 9 the best in the downtown area.
You are maintaining public order in the lower city, not the upper city. What does your contribution have to do with the upper city?
Besides, it's impossible for him to do it.
The special envoy is well aware of this truth.
His identity as the special commissioner of the upper city sounds very important. He represents the will of the upper city and monitors everything in the lower city.
But in reality? It’s enough to fool others, but never fool yourself.
His power can be large or small and is very flexible.
Infinitely large in a way, but also infinitely small.
To put it more clearly, if he really wants to make some political achievements, his power will be compressed to an infinitely small size, but if he just sits in office and does nothing, eating, drinking and having fun, then his power can expand to an infinite size.
In short, conventional means are not feasible, and the only possible way for him to make a contribution is to capture an evil sacrificial parasite alive.
And an evil sacrificial parasite would definitely be a strategic resource that would be snatched up in the upper city.
In fact, it wasn’t like this before.
But since a few months ago, the thirteen seats of [Destiny] almost came out in full force to attack the Upper City Council, showing all kinds of terrifying power and causing the Sky-shattering Incident.
The importance of evil sacrifice was raised to an unprecedented level.
Studying evil sacrifices, understanding evil sacrifices, and controlling evil sacrifices... this has become an unspoken consensus among the Upper City Council and all the major families.
It's called the Evil Sacrifice Competition! Of course, there is still a gap between the Evil Sacrifice and the Evil Sacrifice Parasite!
But the problem is that not everyone can capture the evil priest.
Anyway, with the special envoy's strength, it is impossible for him to have any bad thoughts towards the evil priest's real body.
He knows his own worth, and he's not crazy.
He wanted to go back to the upper city, not to die.
But he didn't dare to have the idea of offering evil sacrifice, but the evil sacrifice parasite that came to him was another matter.
What's more, it's a wild larva.
However, reality gave him a hard slap in the face.
The people under him are all trash!
After chasing him for such a long time, we still can't even find the shadow of [Mask].
This made him feel angry but also deeply powerless.
But now it’s different, it doesn’t matter if [Mask] can’t be caught.
He can find a way to create a [mask] himself, as long as this parchment can be verified to be authentic.
The special commissioner's fingertips gently stroked the parchment scroll, and his eyes behind the lenses seemed to be burning: "One [Mask] is not as good as ten [Masks]. One evil sacrifice parasite is enough for me to be transferred back to the upper city. If I can continuously produce evil sacrifice parasites, then I..."
He is not just trying to capture an evil sacrificial parasite alive now, he is trying to create a production line of evil sacrificial parasites.
As a result, many thoughts that he had never dared to dream of before were now growing wildly in his head like weeds in the wilderness.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
The special envoy's breathing became heavier and his chest rose and fell violently.
He lowered his head and stared at the twisted and strange "human face" on the parchment again.
Under the light, the smile on the corners of his mouth gradually became distorted and hideous, as if he was unconsciously overlapping with the face on the parchment scroll.
"The sacrifice procedure is very complicated. It requires not just one sacrifice, but several sacrifices. The first sacrifice requires one qualified sacrifice, the second sacrifice requires ten, and the third sacrifice requires 50..."
"Not only that, every time a sacrifice is made, a lot of iron needs to be fed to the sacrifice?"
The special envoy's eyes flickered.
After a while, the special envoy closed the parchment scroll and kept it close to his body.
He stood up and straightened his expensive suit which was a little wrinkled from sitting for a long time.
“Click.”
The special envoy slowly opened the study door.
The maid waiting outside the door immediately served the decanted red wine.
The special commissioner took a sip, glanced at the maid, and said with a smile, "1."
The maid couldn't hear it and retreated respectfully.
The special envoy walked in the villa, looking around and counting softly:
"Two, three, four, five..."
Interestingly, he has lived in this villa for so long, but he has not yet remembered how many servants there are in the villa. Today is the first time he has taken a good look at them.
It took 2 minutes.
The special commissioner paced around the villa, his eyes lingering on the faces of every servant with unprecedented concentration.
The servants didn't know what was going on, but they inexplicably felt that the look in their "master"'s eyes today was particularly gentle.
Yes, the service concept of top housekeeping companies is to give customers the ultimate enjoyment like a host.
Especially when it comes to distinguished long-term clients like special envoys, the servants' professional ethics really allow the "master" to do whatever he wants.
After all, whether the "masters" do it or not, the salary given to them by the housekeeping company already covers 113 "additional services".
The special commissioner had never asked for these services before, but today, maybe he wanted them? Cuihua, the most beautiful maid, had her eyes lit up, realizing that maybe this was her chance.
He then deliberately approached the special envoy, swaying back and forth within his sight, and when he bent over to wipe the table, he raised his butt high.
Because she couldn't speak or hear, she was particularly good at observing people's expressions. She could see that the special envoy's eyes were filled with burning desire when he looked at everyone.
As the most beautiful member of the housekeeping team, she has a spirit of dedication that no one else can match.
It's not for the salary paid by the company, but for the tip given by the host after he is satisfied.
You know, she doesn't need to split this extra income with the company in a 30:70 ratio.
"Only nine?"
The correspondent's mood suddenly became not so good, and he felt like he was being treated with contempt.
He is a special agent, but the housekeeping company only sent 9 maids to serve him. Who is he looking down on?
“We can’t even gather ten people, and can only conduct the first [evil sacrifice ceremony]?” The special envoy felt melancholy.
But it’s okay to try it once, to test the heat first.
The special commissioner's eyes were indeed attracted by Cuihua, and he smiled in his heart: "This woman has been flirting to attract my attention. Well, I like people who are ambitious, so I will give her the first chance."
He waved to the maid, then turned and walked towards the entertainment room on the second floor.
The entertainment room is spacious, and its walls and doors are filled with the finest sound-absorbing materials, which ensures great privacy and, most importantly, is perfect for some… activities that are not suitable for children.
When Cuihua saw the special envoy waving at her, her face instantly flushed with excitement. She twisted her slender waist and perky hips, and quickly followed him, fearing that the opportunity would slip away if she was a step slower.
The other servants watched this scene, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy and hatred. Both men and women had the same thought in their minds at this moment - "He can replace him!"
Cuihua walked into the entertainment room and considerately closed the door.
The special commissioner asked Cuihua to stand in the middle, looked her up and down, and said faintly, "You are a little thin. I don't know if you have enough blood. The altar needs to be painted smaller."
Cuihua couldn't hear anything, but she could feel that the gaze of her "master" was getting hotter and hotter, as if he wanted to strip her naked.
She was both nervous and expectant, her cheeks flushed, she lowered her head slightly, and put on a shy posture, waiting for the arrival of "grace".
The special commissioner was in no hurry to start, as there was still a crucial foreplay step - feeding iron! The ritual required that before the formal sacrifice, the sacrifice needed to be fed ten kilograms of iron.
But he just scanned the villa and didn't find any iron products.
Iron is a crude material used only by the poor. The rich use gold, silver, emerald, jade, and glass... It is really difficult to find a piece of iron in the villa.
The special envoy naturally would not go to the hardware store to buy it in person. After thinking about it, he could only make a phone call to Feng Ju.
He still lacked available people in the lower city. Feng Ju was the only one he could consider as a half-confidant, but unfortunately his ability was not very good.
Once upon a time, he was able to mobilize the Survey Corps by borrowing his family's influence.
Zhou Jian, the son of the Corps Commander, was even more attentive to him and always available when he called. But not long after that, he often couldn't get through to Zhou Jian on the phone.
Although, Zhou Jian would always call back politely to apologize and explain that he was carrying out a confidential mission within the Hidden Gate.
But the special envoy was not a fool. He could feel that Zhou Jian seemed to be avoiding him. His attitude of avoiding him like the plague really confused him.
In the bushes outside the villa area.
In the bushes outside the villa area, a cell phone suddenly vibrated.
Feng Ju picked up the phone and concentrated with bated breath.
The voice of the correspondent on the phone made him stand still.
"What is that, ten pounds of iron?"
Feng Ju almost thought he was hallucinating and had to confirm:
"Special Commissioner, are you talking about iron? Oh, ok, any kind of iron will do."
There was silence for three seconds on the other end of the phone, and then a more detailed additional request came in:
"I want the most expensive iron, the kind you can eat."
"Buy the most expensive iron you can buy, and make sure it's edible."
After the call ended, Feng Ju's brows were furrowed into knots.
Most people probably couldn't understand the special commissioner's request, but Feng Ju mobilized his "super detective" power and quickly figured out the truth.
His "super detective" power couldn't see through his son, and he couldn't see through the special commissioner? ! !
Feng Ju licked his cold lips and muttered to himself, "The most expensive iron, and it has to be edible. Is this the requirement of the [evil sacrifice ceremony]? It is indeed so weird that it is unimaginable!"
Feng Ju came to the conclusion in his mind:
"The ten kilograms of iron should be swallowed by the sacrifice, so being edible is one of the necessary conditions for the [evil sacrifice ritual]. As for the 'most expensive'... it's probably just the special commissioner's own preference."
There was a gleam of wisdom in Feng Ju's eyes. He had found the first piece of the puzzle of [Evil Sacrifice Ritual], but it was far from enough. He still needed more pieces.
Looking around, there is naturally no trace of hardware store near the villa area.
He had no choice but to take out his cell phone and follow the navigation instructions to go to a farther place to make the purchase.
It is impossible to buy expensive and delicious iron in a hardware store, let alone buy ten kilograms of it.
Feng Ju was not foolish enough to follow the special commissioner's instructions. He walked into the store, looked around, and pointed at the iron beads on the shelf as quickly as possible.
Iron beads are slightly larger than common pills and have a smooth surface, making them very suitable for swallowing.
Forty-five minutes later.
Feng Ju returned to the villa carrying a heavy bag of iron beads and handed the bag to the special envoy.
He followed the special envoy, trying to follow him into the entertainment room.
The special envoy suddenly turned around at the door and raised his hand to stop him:
"You stand guard at the door and don't let anyone come in and disturb me."
The door closed mercilessly.
Feng Ju stood there stiffly, his face uncertain: "..."
(There should be background music here: I should be inside the door, not at the door~)
In a quick glance, Feng Ju only had time to see a woman standing in the room.
Cuihua looked at the special envoy in confusion as he brought in a black bag. Then she watched him holding a pen and continuing to draw a strange pattern on the ground.
She knew that rich people always had some strange hobbies to entertain themselves, but after watching for a long time, she couldn't figure out what the special envoy wanted to do.
If this is just foreplay to add to the excitement, then 45 minutes is a bit too long.
When the special envoy finished the last stroke and took out the parchment scroll for careful comparison, he squatted down to wipe and modify it. Cuihua finally realized that something was wrong.
The next second, her wrist was grabbed violently, and the tip of the pen scratched her skin fiercely, causing blood to gush out immediately.
“Draw it with your blood, according to the picture on the ground!”
Under the maid's horrified gaze, the special commissioner wrote a line of words on the wall nearby with a blood-stained pen.
Only then did Cuihua suddenly realize that the special envoy was making a draft for her so that she could copy it.
But the price of this "copying" was her blood. Cuihua was panicked. She watched the special envoy open the plastic bag in front of her and reach out to grab a handful of iron beads.
15 minutes later.
Cuihua fell in a pool of blood, dying, her originally slender waist and abdomen bulged out.
Her vision gradually blurred, and in a trance, it seemed as if a distorted face appeared on the ceiling, looking down at her.
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ears: [Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?] The voice was cold and mechanical, without a trace of warmth, and seemed to have crossed a distant space, carrying an inhuman chill.
Cuihua did not answer this question, she didn't know how to answer it.
She has never thought about the meaning of life.
On her deathbed, she was still thinking:
"By the way, which of the 113 additional services should my service be counted as? Am I going to die? I haven't received a tip yet..."
The special envoy stood in the corner, his eyes bloodshot.
He was horrified to find that the ceiling was covered with black fog, as if it was connected to another time and space. Then a pair of strange and evil eyes peeked out from behind the darkness and scanned the room coldly.
He couldn't describe those eyes, the pupils had no fixed shape.
One moment it was pure darkness that absorbed all light; the next moment it turned into the exact opposite, dead bone white; the next moment it burned into a burning, blood-dripping scarlet.
The three colors are constantly rotating, changing, and flowing... like a three-color maze composed of countless kaleidoscopes, exuding extreme evil and coldness.
Just being lightly swept by the peripheral vision made his soul tremble, as if his entire soul was about to leave the body and be sucked into those eyes in the next moment.
"Evil sacrifice? The evil sacrifice really responded!!!"
The special envoy's lips felt numb, and his heart was filled with turmoil... (End of this chapter)
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