Wang Gen let out a long sigh, his voice hollow.
“When Li Jianwu died, I tried to use a sealed object to find the killer's whereabouts.”
“And the result was that the sealed object blocked me.”
“Huh?”
Su Baadao looked at him with confusion. “Blocked you? What do you mean, a sealed object blocked you?”
Wang Gen felt more than a little embarrassed. “Uncle Guo said the mastermind is a god.”
“Using the object to plot against a god is the same as sending it to its death, so it blacklisted me. It just dropped to the floor and refused to move.”
“In the end, I had no choice but to dig up the floorboards just to bring it back to the Hidden Vault.”
Su Baadao frowned upon hearing this.
“How can that be? Gods haven't walked the world for a long time. Based on the methods used, the culprit should only be a low-Sequence transcendent.”
Su Baadao felt something was off, but then he continued, “What’s there to fear from being blocked by one sealed object? This is the headquarters; the one thing we aren't short on is sealed objects!”
“They can't all blacklist you, can they?”
Su Baadao's words restored Wang Gen's confidence. He clenched his fists tightly.
“You're right. I can't just lie here anymore. I have to avenge my comrades!”
“Let's go. We're borrowing some sealed objects!”
...
Meng City.
Security Bureau temporary headquarters.
“Vice Chief, those girls have all been sent home.”
“Mm, good.”
The Vice Chief of the Security Bureau let out a deep sigh.
Wang Gen held immense authority in Meng City; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the Security Bureau was his word alone. This Vice Chief had spent most of his tenure as little more than a figurehead.
However, he didn't mind, as he had been mentored and promoted by Wang Gen himself.
“Sigh, I wonder how the bureau chief is doing.”
The security officer nearby offered some comfort. “Don't worry too much, Vice Chief. No matter what, the bureau chief is a Demigod. With Mr. Su there as well, everything will be fine.”
The Vice Chief nodded and rubbed his temples.
“In a single night, one hundred and thirty-three people died at the Baishan Private Club.”
“They were suspected of kidnapping young women and organizing... unspeakable gatherings.”
“The club's owner was Wang Zheng, one of the buyers in that organ trafficking case that caused such a stir recently.”
“His hands and feet were severed, and his manhood was cut off. His cause of death was organ failure caused by a stab wound to the abdomen.”
“Almost at the same time, at the Feiyu Fishing Villa outside the city, all ninety-four people were killed.”
“The owner there was Liu He, another buyer in the organ case.”
“Now the people in the city are saying this is a god delivering justice for the people.”
The security officer scratched his head. “Vice Chief, people died, sure, but weren't they all bad people?”
“The bureau chief was talking about gathering evidence to arrest them anyway. Now they're just dead a bit sooner. What could go wrong?”
The Vice Chief sighed again.
“Sigh, I'm afraid this is the work of an evil god's cult.”
...
Three days later.
The flower shop.
“My god, it was a literal bloodbath!”
“You didn't see it, but in such a massive club, they couldn't find a single intact body. They were all hacked into mincemeat.”
“I heard the security officers who went to the scene still can't eat meat. They vomit just from the smell.”
The flower supplier chatted with Yin Yang while unloading his cargo.
He enjoyed talking to Yin Yang because no matter what he said, the young man never grew impatient. In fact, Yin Yang listened with great interest, providing plenty of validation.
Because of this, the flowers for Yin Yang’s shop were always the first to be delivered.
Yin Yang helped out while replying, “Well, every profession has its hardships.”
“Even though security officers have stable government jobs, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I had to see those bloody scenes myself.”
The supplier nodded repeatedly. “Exactly. For us ordinary folk, all we want is a peaceful life.”
As they spoke, all the flowers were unloaded. Yin Yang skillfully counted out the money and settled the payment.
The supplier pretended to be upset. “Lin Yang, look at you. We're old acquaintances. Do you think I don't trust you?”
“We could settle the bill monthly or even annually. You're running a business; you should keep more liquid cash on hand.”
Yin Yang smiled and tucked the money into the man's pocket. “Aren't you running a business too? As long as we keep working together, everything will work out.”
“Hahaha, right. As long as we keep working together.”
The supplier hopped into his truck, waved at Yin Yang, and drove off.
Yin Yang opened the shop door and began organizing the fresh flowers in order.
The supplier was a good man. Seeing Yin Yang living alone, he often brought him fruits and vegetables from his own garden. This was why Yin Yang always insisted on settling the bill immediately—he was afraid that if he ever had to flee suddenly, the man would lose money.
“Boss, long time no see.”
A familiar female voice sounded from behind Yin Yang.
Yin Yang turned around and smiled. “It's you. Not working today?”
“No. My father was injured a while ago.”
“Oh, I see. Are you at home taking care of him?”
“No, he was sent to Central City. He only came home yesterday.”
“I see.”
Yin Yang kept talking, but his hands didn't stop moving.
“Boss, let me help you.”
The girl reached out to help, but Yin Yang shook his head.
“It's fine. These are heavy, and there aren't many left.”
The girl flexed her arm to show off. “I work out regularly.”
Yin Yang finished arranging the flowers quickly. After a brief cleanup, he went to make two cups of coffee.
“Here, have a coffee.”
“Thank you.”
The girl took the coffee, her smile bright and sunny.
“By the way, I've known you for so long, but I still don't know your name.”
“Me? My name is Wang Nan.”
Yin Yang nodded with a smile.
‘That matches up.’
...
Security Bureau temporary headquarters.
The moment Su Baadao asked who the real culprit was, the book-type sealed object fell onto the table with a thud, sticking so firmly it couldn't be pried off.
Seeing this, Wang Gen felt a strange, secret sense of satisfaction for some reason.
Even though Su Baadao being blocked was bad for the case, the feeling that he wasn't the only one to fail felt surprisingly good.
How did the saying go?
Right. It wasn't the failure that bothered him, but the inequality of it.
Su Baadao narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh.
“Good, good. You've got character.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Gen.
Wang Gen startled. He looked at the table, then at Su Baadao.
Seeing the non-negotiable expression on the other man's face, he sighed. He hoisted the entire table—along with the sealed object stuck to it—onto his shoulder and headed toward the basement.
In the basement.
Uncle Guo was dressed exactly as before. Even though it was over twenty degrees outside, he wore a thick cotton robe.
He wasn't surprised to see Wang Gen carrying a table. He opened the door while asking, “He got blocked too?”
“Yeah.”
After returning the sealed object to the Hidden Vault, Wang Gen carried the table back out.
“Phew. Thank you, Uncle Guo.”
Uncle Guo closed the door and put away the old, worn-out key. He let out a yawn and curled back into his chair.
Wang Gen took a deep look at that key.
That key was the Hidden Vault.
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