"This... it should be almost done. Lord God, please help me repair it." Ye Zi walked under the Lord God's ball of light. Although she looked exhausted and her right hand hanging down weakly was dripping with blood, there was a look on her face. A satisfied smile.
During these five days, in addition to physical fitness and firearms training, she spent the rest of the time practicing her skills in using elf energy. And after countless attempts, she really figured out a technique for violently bursting out energy... Well, let's call it a technique, right?
The reason why it is said to be simple and crude is because its principle... simply put is "overclocking": under normal circumstances, the biological self-protection instinct will ensure that the energy in the body does not harm itself. And if you use your will to force energy and suppress this instinct, you can overuse energy in a short period of time at the cost of damaging meridians or even bursting blood vessels.
(I also know... if I go directly to the Lord God to exchange for a D-level skill, it would be countless times better than me groping blindly like this. But now, I really can't afford the spare money.)
After repairing it, Ye Zi did not leave immediately. Instead, after hesitating for a while, he connected to the main god again. After a moment, a metallic device with a silvery white luster, about the size of an apple, appeared in her hand.
"Based on the results of the previous review of the Lord God exchange list, this thing... should be the most suitable killer weapon for this side mission." After looking at the device for a moment, Ye Zi's expression was not only joyful, but also mixed with a bit of pain: "It's a full 2,000 reward points, and it's a one-time use... I just hope the effect is worthy of its price."
During the training break in the past few days, Ye Zizeng exchanged a lot of equipment and props according to the list he made. And the metal ball in her hand was the last item on the list. At this moment...it can be said that everything is ready, all that is left is the east wind.
"Without further ado, let's set off now." After making up his mind, Ye Zi acted swiftly and resolutely. It only took him less than ten minutes to go back to the house, pack his luggage, and return to the big light ball. Directly below: "Lord God, redeem the days of your last horror movie. The location is the Grand Hyatt Wanbei Hotel in Wanwan. The time is... 30 days!"
A moment later, she was already standing on the streets of Wanbei, and the silver-gray building in front of her was the premier luxury hotel in Wanwan. After quietly feeling the evening breeze blowing on his face for a while, Ye Zi took a deep breath, patted his cheek, and walked into the hotel lobby with his luggage.
Because she came prepared, this time she exchanged the necessary identity documents from the Lord God in advance, thus avoiding a lot of unnecessary trouble. After renting the most expensive suite, having a good night's sleep, and getting rid of the mental exhaustion caused by training, she started collecting intelligence early the next morning.
"Generally speaking, this kind of curse is not very diffusive. Generally speaking, it spreads linearly by randomly looking for the next victim from the deceased's mobile phone address book...unless you encounter someone like Mimiko. She has a lot of resentment and is easily transformed into a special case of evil spirits, which makes her become another source of curses." Walking on the streets in the early morning, Ye Zi silently played with the hair beside her ears with her index finger. Looking back on his plan: "So the current primary goal is to determine who the next victim of the "line" of Li Li is."
She did not choose to seek resources from the political circles or the police. Although it goes without saying that the level of administrative corruption in Wanwan is high, without corresponding channels, it would be difficult to get in touch with people in that circle even if she wanted to save money. Instead, she directly found some of the biggest media outlets in the Bay Area and relied on money to publish her investigation commission: In the commission, she claimed that she was the eldest daughter of a wealthy Chinese family and had been very interested in the occult since she was a child. This time it was I heard about the serial curse phone calls in Wanwan and came here to investigate. It is hoped that the media will use their channels and means to help find the person who has received the curse phone call.
When signing the entrustment contract, she also set several iron rules: first, no information about her should be exposed; second, it must be verified before bringing anyone to her; finally, as much as possible, within half a month, Find the target, and the faster you find it, the more extra bonuses she will give.
At the same time, no matter which media finds the target first, all media will get paid, and the one who finds the target will get double. She will pay 1/10 of the sky-high fee in advance to show her sincerity, but once she breaks the rules, she will never get a cent of the remaining money. For the sake of the money, no one would be so mad as to tear up the contract.
Some people may wonder, does the media really have that much power? The answer is yes. As far as Ye Zi knows, the media in Wanwan at that time was completely lawless... To what extent was it exactly rampant? There was once a kidnapping case. After the major media obtained the contact number of the kidnapper, in order to make big news, they kept irritating the kidnapper with words, without any regard for the safety of the hostages. Even the police negotiators were unable to negotiate with the kidnappers because their phones were busy.
(If you operate in this way... you should be able to avoid trouble to the greatest extent. After all, in the eyes of the big shots above, this is just a farce of a foolish second-generation rich man who is spending money and wasting his family.)
It took a whole day to negotiate with the major media, and in order to make his fabricated identity watertight in front of those old foxes, Ye Zi always maintained near-perfect control over his expressions and words. The result was... when she returned to the hotel in the evening and was finally able to relax, she could be said to be physically and mentally exhausted, no less than having gone through a hard battle.
After freshening up, Ye Zi sat on the soft big bed, silently looking at the light yellow patterned wallpaper, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The reason why it is so complicated is that after all, I am not strong enough... If I have the second level If the gene lock can ignore conventional armed forces, it can completely rely on its own strength and the redemption of the main god to achieve its own goals by giving both kindness and power to the secular government."
In the next few days, undercurrents surged in the city of Wanwan, and several media outlets tried their best: some used their connections in the police circles to investigate cases of supernatural deaths over the years; some in newspapers and programs News was posted on the Internet, saying that some eminent monks were willing to exorcise demons for the victims of the cursed phone calls; others visited various occult societies in an attempt to obtain relevant information that had been compiled... It can be said that each one showed his magical powers.
And all of this has nothing to do with Ye Zi. She has been living in seclusion these days, never stepping out of the guest room. Even her three meals are delivered by the hotel waiter. In addition to spending an hour every day before going to bed, rehearsing her plan, she devoted almost all the rest of her time to practice.
Finally, a week later, two media outlets submitted investigative reports: one of them found a pale male clerk who was about thirty-five or sixteen years old. According to him, a colleague in his office drowned in his bathtub the night before after receiving a strange phone message. Although the police investigation concluded that the death was caused by drowning due to hypoglycemia and fainting while taking a bath, he did not believe this theory at all. Because on the same night, he also received a strange phone message from the future... The time of the call happened to be the time of death of his colleague as estimated by the medical examiner!
Another media outlet handed over a thick stack of documents, which contained files on some abnormal deaths in recent years, including scene photos and autopsy reports. After stringing these cases together in chronological order, it is not difficult to see that there are always more or less connections between the two victims: they were classmates, relatives, colleagues, etc. And this "line" also points to the unlucky guy who drowned a few days ago.
"Comparing the two, it should not be fake... I will verify the content of the message later, and then we can prepare for action." Ye Zi, who had changed out of his pajamas, now put on a set of formal clothes brought from the main god space: upper body It is a simple and elegant white blouse with a cute bow tied with a blue ribbon at the neck; the lower body is a medium-length dark blue waist skirt, and black stockings wrap her slender legs. After glancing at the clerk's information again, a dangerous and seductive smile flashed across her face: "Although the process may cause him some hardship... but the ultimate goal can save his life, so ,There should be no problem?"
