My daughter has been possessed.

Chapter 125 Black Box Deal

Chapter 125 Black Box Deal

That night, after returning to the hotel from the funeral home, Li Jiuhe had a very long dream.

In his dream, he walked into the wooden house and saw his daughter, Li Yi.

Li Yi was being protected by Tong Cheng, while the old sorcerer Zhou Yiwen also entered the wooden house.

The three of them are together at this moment.

This gave Li Jiuhe a sense of relief, and he suddenly realized that he could relax a little.

However, the scene inside the wooden house made him uneasy, because there were many dead people hanging from the beams, all kinds of gruesome deaths, and many of them were not even intact.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the cabin, he could hear continuous chewing sounds.

This made Li Jiuhe suddenly realize why the corpses on the roof beams were mutilated!

The daughter is relatively safe now, but more broadly speaking, all of them are in some kind of unspeakable danger.

Li Jiuhe was suddenly awakened by a trembling of fear.

He found himself lying in a hotel bed, with Luo Shuo sleeping in the bed next to him, snoring.

I picked up my phone and checked; it was only 5:30 a.m.

The three of them booked their plane tickets last night and were preparing to fly back to headquarters from Xingtai City early this morning.

However, after leaving the airport, Ma Li did not return to the Investigation Bureau with them for the time being. Instead, she found a hotel in the capital to stay in and waited for further instructions from Li Jiuhe and Luo Shuo.

The plane is scheduled to take off at 9:00 AM.

Unable to fall asleep, Li Jiuhe sat on the bed for a while before going to the bathroom.

Back in the outer room, Luo Shuo was already awake, sitting on the bed in a daze, still looking a little sleepy.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Jiuhe asked.

Luo Shuo said, "I'm thinking there's another line we can investigate: when did Si Mingyu mutate? Maybe if we find the source, we can also find clues about the mastermind."

Li Jiuhe paused for a moment: "That is indeed a direction. After returning to headquarters, I will apply to retrieve all of Si Mingyu's files and information."

"There's one more thing."

It's clear that Luo Shuo is thinking even in his sleep; he's putting a lot of effort into it. "Could it be that your daughter, Li Yi, was able to enter the abandoned wooden house because she's also a Sequencer?"

Li Jiuhe looked at Luo Shuo in surprise, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, he slowly nodded: "Now that you mention it, it does seem like that's a possibility."

Luo Shuo rolled out of bed: "After I wash up, we'll go downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast, and then we'll set off back to the capital to find Si Mingyu's file."

"it is good."

Li Jiuhe sat on the bed and took out the milky white boundary stone from the bag next to his pillow.

This boundary stone feels very comfortable to hold; it not only has a warm, jade-like feel, but its size and shape are also just right for your hand.

Looking at the exterior of the Boundary Stone, one cannot sense anything special about it, but Li Jiuhe had already gone inside to experience the internal space of the stone yesterday.

He gently held the Boundary Stone, immersing himself in it, and after a moment he felt a connection with it.

This is a one-way sensing; it seems that anyone who holds the stone can sense it, because the Boundary Stone itself does not reject anyone.

However, the holder must be a sequencer, not an ordinary person, because only the surge of sequence energy can achieve this kind of connection.

More sensations arise, a process that is difficult to describe in words.

Li Jiuhe quickly learned the operating rules of the Boundary Stone. This sequence item would automatically generate a new internal space approximately every ten days to half a month.

Moreover, these inner worlds possess a certain degree of randomness, and during their generation, the holder can intervene at any time based on this perception.

However, the power of intervention is limited. Most of the world space is still randomly and automatically generated by this stone, but some elements desired by the holder can be implanted into it.

For example, Zhou Yiwen originally wanted the generated internal space to have cursed elements and to be able to conduct tests, requiring the user to possess a key to leave.

These are all reflected in the mission in Biancheng.

However, this desolate city itself was still generated by the boundary stone itself. For example, the city's high-rise buildings and every native inhabitant were things that Zhou Yiwen could not interfere with further.

At this moment, Li Jiuhe noticed that the inside of this thing was changing again, and the previous desolate city had been directly destroyed by the Boundary Stone because the training and assessment function had been completed.

If they hadn't managed to leave back then, they would have been torn apart by the power of the inner space along with Biecheng and perished together.

A new internal space world is being generated, and like Zhou Yiwen, Li Jiuhe doesn't know what kind of world it will generate this time.

As mentioned in a previous article, the existence time of each spatial world varies, ranging from three to five days, but the generation speed is very fast.

Some worlds can last for half a month or even more than a month, but the generation speed of such world spaces is relatively slow.

Because he was still in the process of learning about it, and didn't quite understand the rules for the generation of boundary stones, Li Jiuhe didn't implant any ideas into it this first time.

However, the Boundary Stone was now generating its own internal world on its own.

These internal worlds are completely random. Sometimes they generate model worlds like flat cities, where the city operates according to certain rules. Other times they generate large, story-driven worlds that operate according to the plot.

There are many more worlds that are simply unimaginable, even abstract and illusory.

However, these spatial worlds are generally classified into levels of difficulty and complexity, typically ranging from S-level to D-level from highest to lowest.

In most cases, the worlds generated by Boundary Stones are of Grade D.

The previous world, Biancheng, was a D-level world. However, because Zhou Yiwen artificially added some elements, the world level was raised by about half a level, tending to be between D and C levels, slightly leaning towards C level.

In Li Jiuhe's view, this Boundary Stone is like a versatile mustard seed that can contain the entire Sumeru.

Sensing the new world being formed within, but unable to ascertain any specific details, he put the Boundary Stone back into his satchel.

He then called his neighbor, Ma Li, to wake her up.

When Mali is fast asleep, she completely relaxes herself and transforms back into the milky-white form of the queen ant, resembling a giant maggot. She also releases her offspring to form a perimeter around her.

So after she woke up, she needed to tidy up for a while before she could come out.

In Li Jiuhe's view, Ma Li's style was not much different from that of his wife Lin Fengya back then. When she was at home, she would always say that she was about to go out, but an hour later she would still be trying on clothes.

Fortunately, one meal from Mali can last for several days, so they don't have to wait for her to have breakfast.

After packing up, the three of them left the hotel and headed straight for the airport.

Xiongfengling, Guanjia.

This is a vast estate covering an area, located on the main peak of Xiongfengling, and is the most prominent architectural complex in the area.

If you use a drone to film from the air, you can see that the estate is home to large herds of cattle, sheep, horses, and other animals.

There are also vast oak forests, as well as extensive wine cellars, orchards, living and training areas, equipment storage areas, and airfields.

Even the accommodation area was divided into several zones. The Guan family originated from the Yuanmeng City area. According to the generational order of the Yuanmeng Guan family, the family members lived in the accommodation areas distributed throughout the manor.

At this moment, in a small accommodation area in a corner of the manor, a family meeting is being held in one of the living rooms of a row of pale yellow townhouses.

They are a branch of the Guan family, a small clan within it, with a total of 17 members, compared to other branches—

The tribe's numbers were extremely small.

The competition among the Guan family clans is fierce every year. The clan leader has limited resources to allocate to the smaller clans, so the clan that contributes the most can naturally acquire more resources.

These resources also include special resources, namely sequence resources.

The elders of the Guan family wielded immense power, ranking among the most influential figures in the entire Tian Shu Kingdom. The Investigation Bureau would host banquets for them every year to participate in important meetings and gatherings to discuss national affairs.

After all, some members of the Guan family are almost at the forefront of the Sequencers, and they even possess some Sequence secrets that the Investigation Bureau has not yet grasped.

The Guan family adopted a laissez-faire approach to internal growth.

Therefore, the internal strife was fierce, and each small family used various means to improve its strength in order to obtain better resources and the favor of the elders.

As long as it doesn't exceed the necessary limits and doesn't harm the family's foundation, the elders believe this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Guan Chuandao was the head of this small clan, over seventy years old, and at that moment he was looking at a small black box the size of a palm in his hand.

Sitting opposite him on the sofa was his 42-year-old eldest son, Guan Jiqian.

"Did this thing appear on your desk yesterday evening?" Guan Chuanda asked, frowning.

Guan Jiqian nodded: "I was in the study at the time. One second it was gone, but the next second this little black box appeared. If I'm not mistaken, this black box is entirely formed from spiritual energy. It will probably dissipate in a few days because no other energy fluctuations can be detected in the study."

Guan Chuandao examined the black box carefully for a long time and was certain that there was no danger. Moreover, just as his son Guan Jiqian had said, it did indeed seem to be an object formed from pure spiritual energy, and there were no flaws in its craftsmanship on the surface.

Aside from spiritual items, ordinary items simply cannot achieve such detail.

The fact that it could be directly condensed shows that the mental ability of that sequencer is ridiculously strong, something that no one in their small family could do.

He handed the black box to his other son: "Jikun, your mental strength is the strongest here, try opening it and take a look."

Guan Jikun nodded, took the small black box, and felt that it was very light in his hand, almost weightless.

This is quite different from the meticulous craftsmanship of the box.

He quickly gathered his mental energy and began to explore the black box.

Time ticked by, but the black box in his hand remained motionless. Instead, Guan Jikun's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had exhausted all the mental energy he could muster.

Suddenly, the three people surrounding the black box were jolted awake. A series of voices simultaneously echoed in their minds, but the other dozen or so people in the living room could not hear them at all.

"Old Guan, by the time you hear my voice, I will already be dead."

"Would you like to have an Order Regulator in your family? If so, I can make it happen for you."

Upon hearing this, Guan Chuandao was suddenly taken aback.

He recognized the voice all too well; it belonged to an Order Restorer he knew. They had dealt with each other in the past, but not as friends; rather, they had some conflicts of interest.

I never expected that this guy would still send me this mental black box after he died.

The voice in my head continued.

"This black box you see now contains all my spiritual power from my entire life, stored as a spiritual imprint. I am dead, but I did not allow my abilities to flow into the sequence, so those in higher positions cannot obtain it."

"You don't need to know what method I used. You just need to agree to do one thing for me, and then I can open this mental imprint, designate any family member of yours, and grant them all of my mental power."

"If you wish, you can directly convert that person into a new Order Rectifier at that time."

"I know that there is already an Order Resolver in your main family, and your branch family has always been suppressed by other branches. If an Order Resolver is added, the elders of the Guan family will have to pay attention to you, and it is even possible that you will become the strongest branch of the Guan family."

"Do me a favor. It's simple: kill an investigator named Li Jiuhe. Place this black box close to his corpse, and the mental imprint will automatically unlock, opening the black box."

The voice in my mind disappeared.

The sound was similar to a pre-recorded one, and it couldn't be replayed. After Guan Jikun activated it with his mental power, it only played once before disappearing completely.

Guan Chuandao looked at his two sons, Guan Jiqian and Guan Jikun, and for a moment none of the three spoke.

Seeing that the elders were silent, no one else in the room dared to speak; they just looked at them in surprise.

After a moment, Guan Chuandao spoke: "The person who created the black box is called Si Mingyu. He is a highly talented mental power user, one of the most outstanding even among the Order Correctors. I had a conflict with him in the West Sea years ago, so we have a grudge. I didn't expect him to contact me in this way this time."

The eldest son, Guan Jiqian, couldn't help but ask, "Does this Si Mingyu have some kind of grudge against that investigator named Li Jiuhe? He just wants us to kill him without saying why."

Guan Chuandao shook his head: "I don't know. You should have Xiao Wei check Li Jiuhe's identity first."

Guan Jiqian immediately took out his phone, made a call, spoke a few words, and then hung up.

"Given the grudge, could this be a trap?" he asked.

Guan Chuanda remained silent, lost in thought.

"Dad, shall we do it or not?" Guan Jikun asked, his eyes shining slightly.

He already possesses strong mental power and is a master of spirit control. If he could merge with Si Mingyu's powerful mental power, he would surely rise to prominence within the Guan family very quickly.

Whether they choose to become an Order Rectifier or a more powerful God Controller, they will have a chance to achieve their goals, and their future is limitless.

Most importantly, as long as he establishes a firm foothold for the Guan Chuandao branch within the larger family, the entire branch will benefit.

In particular, Guan Jikun's own son, despite receiving the family's blessing, has never been able to awaken.

Although this situation is quite common, Guan Jikun couldn't wait any longer. If none of his descendants became Sequencers and they were all just ordinary people, they would only become cannon fodder in the family and would never be able to rise to prominence again.

But if he were to rise to a higher level, it would not only stabilize the foundation of the branch family, but also ensure that the descendants would have a secure life.

So whoever Li Jiuhe is, even if he's an investigator, I've never heard of him, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

He thought it was worth a try.

Guan Chuandao did not answer Guan Jikun's question.

Shortly after, Guan Jiqian's phone rang. He answered it and said a few words.

After hanging up the phone, he said to Guan Chuandao, "Dad, Xiaowei just found out that this Li Jiuhe was born in Wangchuan City in the Southwest District and joined the Investigation Bureau there. Recently, he was transferred by Tong Cheng to the headquarters in the capital. He has no other background and was just a nobody in Wangchuan City."

He paused, then added, "However, Xiao Wei said that this person does indeed have a grudge against Si Mingyu. It's said to be related to a case that happened in the Southwest District. At that time, the director of the Wangchuan City Investigation Bureau and the director of the No. 7 Area Detention Center were both replaced. But the case was specifically handled by Tong Cheng, so he doesn't know the details."

"Just an ordinary investigator, not a top-level investigator?" Guan Chuandao asked.

"No." Guan Jiqian shook his head.

At first, Guan Chuanda had concerns, worrying that Li Jiuhe was some newly emerging top-level investigator, which was why he hadn't heard of him before.

It now appears that he was merely one of the subordinates of Special Investigator Tong Cheng.

If it were just a regular investigator, it would be much easier.

Guan Jiqian reminded him, "Dad, his boss is Tong Cheng. Should we take the job?"

Guan Jikun looked at Guan Chuandao with eager anticipation, his face full of longing, fearing that his father would resolutely shake his head.

Guan Chuanda frowned, forming a "川" shape, and remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "I'll handle Tongcheng; it won't be a problem. But based on my understanding of Si Mingyu, the probability of him sending us to kill Li Jiuhe just for revenge is low."

Perhaps—he has some other ulterior motive.

At this point, he looked at Guan Jikun: "Jikun, go and see if your third master is asleep or awake."

"Okay." Guan Jikun hurriedly got up and left.

Guan Jiqian said, "Dad, do you want to ask Third Grandfather to do a divination before deciding whether to take action?"

Guan Chuandao nodded: "We must be careful. Your third great-grandfather is a diviner, and he can even predict the future. If he were awake now, I would personally go and ask for a divination."

At this point, he looked up and said, "Listen carefully, all members of my family: what happened here today must be kept strictly confidential. If anyone leaks it out, Discipline Toad will inform me immediately."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at a square decorative table in the corner of the living room. On top of the table was a brass toad, about the size of two adult fists.

Everyone nodded in agreement, having no doubt about the effectiveness of the discipline toad.

After the family meeting ended, since Guan Jikun had not yet returned, Guan Chuanda called Guan Jiqian and they went up to the third floor together.

In an antique-style storage room, filled with the scent of sandalwood, the two closed the door and stepped into the innermost part of the storage room.

Not long after, Pastor Guan picked up an ornament called "Life and Death Stone Tablet" from the display shelf. The object resembled a stone tablet, but was only half an arm's length tall and was entirely white.

Looking at the small stone tablet, Guan Jiqian looked surprised and asked, "Dad, what are you going to do—"

He knew very well that this stone tablet was also a sequence object, with a single function, but a very practical effect: it could determine the life or death status of a certain life.

Guan Chuandao replied, "It's always better to be careful. I need to see if that guy Si Mingyu is really dead or not."

"But you don't have his personal belongings, how could you know?" Guan Jiqian asked in surprise.

"Who said I didn't?"

With a smile, Guan Chuandao opened a box he had kept for many years and took out a small, transparent, sealed plastic bag. Inside the bag were various slips of paper, each indicating who owned the item.

The note inside the sealed plastic bag in his hand read "Si Mingyu," and inside was a single strand of withered yellow hair.

Placing his hair directly in front of the Life and Death Stone Tablet, Guan Chuandao bit his finger, dripped a drop of blood onto the stone tablet, and silently recited Si Mingyu's name.

A moment later, the surface of the white stone tablet began to change, and a mass of ink-black color began to condense eerily.

Before long, the father and son stared intently at it.

Then, a single word gradually appeared on the surface of the stone tablet: "Death".

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