Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 504: Chapter 504: The Source of Disaster

A friend from South Shinra suddenly died while waiting for a red light, and the news instantly attracted several police officers.

“Devil! It’s simply the devil!” Mr. Park finally threw his mobile phone, hysterically shouting, “The Lord will punish you! I will never forgive, not a single one!”

But the Min Yue citizen was very calm, “You should worry about your own staff, go to the scene and see… I’m going to buy a pack of cigarettes first.”

“I have cigarettes here,” Mr. Park became unsettled, “Ai Xi cigarettes, very good to smoke, the best from South Shinra.”

“I’m not used to smoking foreign cigarettes,” the other man said coldly glancing at him, “I’m not a coward, but I can’t be brave about this kind of thing.”

“Then I will expose you,” Mr. Park really seemed a bit possessed, staring intently at the other, “You sent people to steal, I guarantee I will let him know!”

“I’m so damn annoyed with you guys for this,” the man got angry, “Threats, who’s afraid of whom? You can expose me, and of course I can report you… it was you who made me steal, after all, I am a Huaxia citizen!”

Strangely, hearing this, Mr. Park settled down, “Alright then, I was rude just now, the fact is I’m very anxious… but he wouldn’t dare do anything to me, I am a South Shinra citizen.”

“Pssh,” the man scoffed disdainfully, “The one who died in the car was also a South Shinra citizen… Alright, I think you should first figure out if the stone is still in the car.”

The stone was indeed no longer in the car, the police who came in support had put up a cordon in the middle of the road, and opened the car to collect any possible evidence inside.

The trunk that held the big stone was, of course, opened too, but the recently-loaded Spirit Stone was not there.

The disappearance of the Spirit Stone was of course Feng Jun’s doing, however, if he wanted to take the Spirit Stone, he had plenty of opportunities before, including at the scene of the car accident, including in the storage room, so why did he act at this time?

It must be pointed out that Feng Jun never thought that simply taking back the Spirit Stone would settle matters, he wasn’t in a hurry to reclaim it, but instead wanted to use this object to clean up all the forces unfriendly to Luohua Manor in one sweep.

Theoretically, such a plan would be difficult to execute, but the person who stole the Spirit Stone didn’t want to make a fuss, so that gave him the opportunity to act—if you dare not report to the police, then I’m not scared at all!

However, when the cab he was in caught up with Mr. Park’s assistant’s car, he learned from nearby people that the other party was a South Shinra citizen, it was time to net them in.

First, through this person’s identity, he had already figured out who the mastermind was behind the scenes—he had only ever dealt with South Shinra citizens in one matter in his life.

Knowing the mastermind behind the scenes, and considering the “foreign friend’s” identity, he knew that after killing the target, the Zhengyang police would definitely take it very seriously, even if the other side wanted to cover it up, they wouldn’t be able to.

So he put on a raincoat, pretended to be a flyer distributor, approached the car, and directly pulled it into an alternate dimension.

Then the operation was very simple, he opened the car door, took out the car keys, opened the trunk, and took away the Spirit Stone…

When he placed the Spirit Stone in the mobile phone dimension, he was already determined that this Spirit Stone would never appear on Earth again—its distinguishing features, maybe they had been captured in several gigabytes of footage, right?

So by the time Mr. Park and his people arrived, they were shocked to discover that the stone… had just vanished!

Mr. Park’s complexion turned pale; if he hadn’t really believed in Huaxia’s supernatural before, such a change made him have no choice but to believe, and he could only mutter softly, “My people… can’t just die like this!”

“So what are you going to do about it?” his Huaxia friend asked with a cold laugh, “It was you who made us steal… the stone is a source of disaster and has been taken back, you should be relieved already.”

Indeed, from this person’s viewpoint, that stone was terrifying, just like the elementary school student who wore a red tie… where he went, he brought death, so it was better to take it back.

Mr. Park was stunned for a long while, and as more and more police arrived, he revived his energy, “Apart from my Master, I refuse to believe in any supernatural phenomena… Maybe that person handing out ads is the real culprit.”

Actually, this was not wrong at all, and Zhengyang’s surveillance net covered most of the city areas.

Other people might have to go through a lot of procedures to check the surveillance footage, but involving the death of a foreign friend… of course, it went quickly.

Unfortunately, the recognition rate of Zhengyang’s surveillance system was not very high, and coupled with the heavy rain, it was really impossible to see the face of the flyer distributor clearly.

In fact, even his movements were not very clear, and after frame-by-frame analysis, the police were sure that this person did not harass the foreign friend’s car, he hadn’t even faced the car directly.

He indeed may have touched the car—there are a few frames showing that the person’s movements were slightly exaggerated, and his raincoat might have brushed against the car.

Of course, the sudden death of a foreign friend was of a very bad nature, so everyone also investigated how many people had distributed flyers to cars at this time and place, and for which company he was distributing flyers.

Was it a real estate company, or a supermarket discount, or perhaps… a promotional broadband installation?

However, it was very regrettable that on a rainy day, there were very few people willing to open their car windows to receive flyers, and from the footage, it could be seen that this person probably didn’t distribute a single flyer.

The police, based on the recognizable license plate numbers, made some calls to inquire, and the facts proved that indeed no one knew what this person wanted to promote.

So… who else frequently distributes leaflets here?

This question remained unanswered, as distributing leaflets on the motorway was prohibited.

Of course, some people had greeted the police and could persuade the traffic cops to turn a blind eye, distributing them appropriately.

However, among those who distributed advertisements, many did so on the move – coming here, seeing no supervision, they would casually scatter a bunch of ads and then leave.

No one knew the identity of this person handing out ads, nor for which business they were advertising, but truth be told, no one thought he could actually be the murderer—except for Mr. Park.

In fact, after the police watched the intersection’s surveillance footage, none of them felt the driver had died unnaturally—and even if it had been an unnatural death, the murderer hadn’t struck at that juncture.

If one truly wanted to clarify the cause of death, it seemed that one could only hope for an autopsy, but an autopsy on a foreign national…

Mr. Park stated that he hoped to see an autopsy as soon as possible, but another Shinra national, hired locally in Zhengyang, expressed strong opposition, “This matter must be supported by the family of the deceased, Your Excellency has no right to make decisions for his family!”

“Have you been in Huaxia so long that your brain has gone soft?” Mr. Park looked at him with disdain, “You know whose wishes I represent. Aren’t you afraid of involving your own family?”

The two argued in Shinra language, but unfortunately for them, the police had brought in a Shinra language interpreter.

Hearing their argument, the police decided it was better to let the deceased’s family make the decision.

If they preferred not to have an autopsy, that would be for the best…

Seeing the police unwilling to back him up, Mr. Park felt increasingly uneasy, “I suspect someone wants to harm me, can you arrange for police protection for me?”

The moment these words were uttered, the police instantly became alert, with one officer directly asking: Who, and for what reason, would want to harm you?

Mr. Park couldn’t provide a reason, but he insisted on his belief—his life was in danger.

Huaxia police are quite friendly to international friends; since he requested it, the authorities assigned two plainclothes officers for his protection.

As it neared two in the afternoon, someone brought boxed lunches for the police, but Mr. Park, who wouldn’t eat such inferior food, wanted to go to his friend’s barbecue restaurant instead. This would also serve as a subtle hint to the police that Tang Laodi’s fall from the building might not be as simple as everyone thought.

Unfortunately, just as he stepped out of the building, a loud noise came from nearby—a bicycle that had been parked properly had toppled over into the mud.

It was at this moment that Mr. Park stepped on a puddle of water, lost his balance, and tumbled down the stairs.

Next to him was a young undercover officer with quick reflexes, but regrettably, the officer was distracted by the fallen bicycle and didn’t react in time.

Mr. Park was knocked unconscious by the fall and awoke two days later as an idiot.

This happened two days later, but let’s not dwell on that for now; upon seeing Mr. Park faint, his Huaxia friend was scared half to death, hastily retreating to the side and taking out his mobile phone to dial a number.

He spoke tremblingly, “Master, I’ve encountered something unclean. I implore you to take action and vanquish the devil.”

The master sniffed dismissively on the other end, “The world would be at peace if not for meddlesome people. Are you carrying the protective talisman I gave you?”

“I am, but…” he said in a low voice, “the adversary is a local divine spirit with divine skills. Four people have died inexplicably just this morning… Master, save me.”

The master suddenly fell silent, then after a long pause, he asked, “The police aren’t handling it?”

“How could the police sense someone with divine skills?” replied the man with a bitter smile. “Master, you’re not scared too, are you?”

After pondering for a moment, the master replied, “No matter, simply go to him. Hold the talisman and recite my ‘Dim Light’ incantation, and you shall be protected from evil. As long as you communicate sincerely, others will still give me some face… Of course, don’t be overly aggressive.”

The man hesitated before asking anxiously, “Will it truly be effective?”

He was quite worried; if it proved ineffective and he presented himself before Feng Jun, wouldn’t that be tantamount to seeking death?

“If you don’t believe, why come to me?” the master retorted displeasedly, and hung up the phone.

Frowning and thinking it over for a long time, the man finally took a deep breath and decided, “Then I’ll go visit, at worst, I’ll pay some compensation.”

If he could choose, he would leave Zhengyang immediately, but his current problem was… he didn’t even dare to take the train.