Chapter 207 Preparations for Talking to the Dead
Deep in the underground passage that had long been sealed and abandoned, the silhouette of the black forest that was supposed to be in the nightmare was reflected on the wall - as soon as this happened, Yu Sheng knew that his spiritual intuition was not an illusion.
A moment later, he brought Irene and Hu Li to the underground passage that Little Red Riding Hood mentioned.
This place is located a little west of the central part of the orphanage, directly below the outdoor activity area. The entire passage area has been abandoned for many years, and there is a distinct musty smell in the air.
The lights on the ceiling of the passage seemed a little dim, and were blocked by the various pipes arranged along the ceiling, casting uneven shadows. The walls on both sides of the passage were mottled and dirty, with a lot of paint peeling off. In some places, you could see messy graffiti - obviously the masterpieces left by children who occasionally sneaked down here for "exploration".
When Yu Sheng and his group arrived, the suspicious shadows of the trees could no longer be seen on the walls.
"The photo was taken here," Little Red Riding Hood pointed to a wall on her left. "The light in the passage suddenly dimmed, and it felt like dusk in a dark forest. I felt something was wrong, so I subconsciously turned on the camera on my phone. I happened to capture a suspicious tree shadow on the wall. The whole process only lasted a few seconds, and then the shadow disappeared."
Yu Sheng frowned and carefully examined the wall. He then raised his head and looked at the light tubes between the drainage pipes and the empty spider webs in the corners of the roof.
"What's this place up there?" he asked casually.
"The corner of the outdoor activity area - according to the original plan, this should have been the courtyard area before the renovation," Little Red Riding Hood nodded. "Although we haven't found any clear 'traces' yet, since we've already observed an abnormal phenomenon, this should be the place where the luminous object that the 'squirrel' saw fell."
Yu Sheng hummed and looked down at his feet.
“…You’re not planning to dig further down, are you?” As soon as Irene saw Yu Sheng’s action, she knew what he was thinking and quickly reminded him, “I’m telling you, this is not a joke. There’s a building foundation underneath. You can watch the scenes on TV where they dig in the basement and find evil spirits, but in reality, if you dig further you’ll only knock down the building first—the Council’s Housing and Construction Safety Department will arrive faster than the evil spirits…”
"I know, I know," Yu Sheng waved his hand to interrupt the little puppet's chatter, "I still have this common sense."
He paused for a moment, then added thoughtfully, "And if we don't consider the foundation, there's no point in digging further... According to the squirrel, the thing that fell was 'melted' into the earth right away, so Ankaela may not have a physical body at all, or it may have fallen into another dimension, so there's nothing to dig out."
"What do you think of the footage I captured?" Little Red Riding Hood frowned and said, "Although it only lasted for a few seconds, I somehow felt very...uneasy."
Yu Sheng didn't speak for a while. He pondered for a long time before breaking the silence by talking to himself: "Some kind of 'leak'?"
"That doesn't sound good." Irene muttered.
Little Red Riding Hood looked solemn. After a moment of contemplation, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at the tabby cat who was licking its fur earnestly. "King, you should keep an eye on the underground passage for a while. If possible, it would be best to arrange a team of adventurers to be stationed here. Don't want the team of warriors, mages, and priests. Want the team with three assassins."
The tabby cat immediately sighed and said in a low, magnetic voice: "Alas, life is too cruel to a little cat like me..."
"I'll buy you some cat food."
"make a deal."
Yu Sheng looked at it with amazement and gained a new understanding of the interactions among members of the "Fairy Tale" organization. Just as he was about to ask the "King Cat" whether he needed to go out to take on missions and how he should communicate and settle accounts with outsiders when taking on missions, the ringing of his cell phone in his pocket suddenly interrupted his train of thought.
When he took out his cell phone, he saw that the caller on the screen was Song Cheng.
"I'm going to take a call," Yu Sheng quickly waved to the others and walked aside with his phone. "Hello, ah, it's Yu Sheng... What?!"
Several pairs of ears in the passage stood up in an instant - the ears of the raccoon stood up the highest.
After a while, Yu Sheng hung up the phone, turned his head and looked at the people who were eavesdropping with a strange look on their faces: "I have to go to the Secret Service - Irene, Hu Li, you two come with me."
Little Red Riding Hood stepped forward subconsciously: "What happened?"
"They found the two Angel Cult accomplices from before - but they were all dead when they found them."
A moment later, Yu Sheng brought the fox and the puppet to Song Cheng's office.
Song Chengze was already used to this kind of "refresh at your doorstep after hanging up the phone" operation. He looked up at the three people from the hostel who were led in by the staff, then calmly put away the documents on the table, stood up and said: "Come with me, I will take you directly to see the bodies of the angel believers, and I will tell you the details on the way."
Yu Sheng led two followers and followed Song Cheng, and began to move around in the secret service headquarters building, which was like a maze of time and space. While recording coordinates everywhere, he listened to the other party's explanation of the current situation.
"After you 'interrogated' that angel believer last time, we arranged for professionals to conduct a second surprise interrogation on him. This time, we used more powerful mental intervention and hypnosis techniques, and finally succeeded in prying open that guy's 'mouth'...
"We dug out some clues from his subconscious, and finally found the hiding places of other Angel Cultists hiding in the city - of course only the Ankaela branch - they were hiding near an old factory area, actually under the nose of the Council.
"The arrest operation started this morning. The intelligence was accurate, and the location was accurate. Everything went as planned, except that all the cultists were dead..."
Song Cheng stopped in front of a white door and raised his hand to signal Yu Sheng to go in with him.
Behind the door is the morgue. Apart from the many surveillance devices on the roof and some strange symbols embedded on the walls, it looks no different from an ordinary morgue.
Of course, there are several fully armed Secret Service agents with live ammunition inside and outside the room, which is quite uncommon in ordinary morgues.
Yu Sheng walked in curiously, then looked back at the door and saw a piece of paper posted near the door with some precautions in the morgue written on it, such as avoiding physical conflicts with the deceased as much as possible and prohibiting the deceased from leaving the room at will.
Anyway, these are all very normal precautions in the Secret Service. Yu Sheng is no longer surprised to see similar reminders in this building now - after all, if you use the toilet for more than 30 minutes in this place, a team of fully armed security guards will go to the pit to rescue you...
The Angel Cultists who were brought back by the capture team were now lying quietly on several platforms in the middle of the room. There were six bodies in total, neatly arranged.
"There were no wounds on their bodies, and preliminary examinations showed no signs of internal injuries or poison," Song Cheng continued to explain the situation. "They were lying in the living room, roughly forming a circle. The floor was painted with a spiritualist spell used to communicate with 'Ankaela'. It was obviously a sacrificial ceremony, but the sacrifice was themselves - without any internal or external injuries, they directly 'dedicated' their lives to their Lord."
Yu Sheng looked at the pale corpses and muttered, "...Self-sacrifice, it really fits the style of the cultists."
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Song Cheng shook his head: "No, in fact, it's the opposite. Among the angel believers we have come into contact with, 'self-sacrifice' is actually a rare situation - most of the time they prefer to sacrifice others instead of themselves."
Yu Sheng was stunned: "Is that so?"
"Because they really have a 'master', and this 'master' directly affects their rational thinking ability," Song Cheng explained, "Most angel believers have clear 'goals'. Even if this 'goal' is driven by madness, they have something they must accomplish. Therefore, most angel believers will not give up their lives easily, unless..."
"unless?"
"Unless they think the Lord badly needs them to die now."
Listening to Song Cheng's low voice, Yu Sheng's brows gradually frowned, and then he looked around at the six corpses around him and took a deep breath.
"I need to have a 'chat' with them."
He whispered.
Song Cheng knew of Yu Sheng's ability to "talk to the dead", so he immediately waved to the armed guards at the door of the morgue, signaling irrelevant personnel to leave the scene, and then looked at Yu Sheng with a serious face: "What ritual materials do you need? The Secret Service can prepare the best conditions for you, as long as you can make these cultists 'speak after death', just ask."
Yu Sheng subconsciously wanted to wave his hand and say that his "talking to the dead" was all based on instinct and he didn't need any materials. But before he could say anything, he saw Irene beside him from the corner of his eye, and then he thought to himself: "Well, remember this--"
Song Cheng immediately took out his cell phone and opened the notepad.
"Rose oil for rituals, in a super large bottle, tea powder for spiritualism and alchemy, in a four-pound barrel, and purified spices and crystal dust, prepare more... Oh, and ritual candles. As for the six corpses, prepare six bundles..." Yu Sheng thought as he spoke, then glanced at Hu Li from the corner of his eye and continued, "Also, two roast chickens, eight grilled sausages, twenty skewers of lamb, twenty skewers of chicken, thirty skewers of chicken skin, and two bags of steamed buns..."
Hu Li raised his hand: "Also, there are grilled mushrooms!"
Yu Sheng nodded: "Yes, and there are twenty skewers of grilled mushrooms."
Song Cheng raised his head silently: "...Want to drink something?"
"Drinking alcohol is not allowed during the ceremony," Yu Sheng waved his hand, looking very dignified, "but you can bring a few cans of Coke."
(End of this chapter)
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