Chapter 1280: National Defender Badge, Diverting Attention (5k)_3

The General Director sighed quietly, just waiting for the new center to be fully operational.

Now, what limits the power of the Black Box is no longer the collection of information, but the computation power is seriously lagging behind.

Luckily, the new computation center is still in testing, so we can use tests to explain things; otherwise, such a big commotion couldn’t be kept under wraps.

“Reduce computation power, prioritize investigation related to that temple.”

If it’s as he expected, this can’t be a simple mobilization of forces to crush forward; if it were that simple, it would be easier to handle.

On the other side, Wen Yan hung up the phone, quietly waiting for news.

He was contemplating another matter, in his aunt’s Old Dream, there’s a puzzle piece where someone takes action, doing something.

That heavy rain, he was particularly familiar with.

Back then, when the information was being erased, he also saw the heavy rain, then just as some information was about to be erased, he fought poison with poison and disgusted himself with that sea monster photo, so he wasn’t erased.

This time was different, his aunt in the Old Dream was at her peak state, directly crushing something barehanded, making the opponent spew gold coins, leaving behind a drop of water.

That drop of water, his aunt casually tossed it to him, advancing his Disaster Water Official Talisman slightly.

It was the first time Wen Yan saw a tangible experience package; not to covet it would be a bit hypocritical.

The stockpile he had, which could be used directly for progression, he hadn’t brought himself to use it yet.

It’s a special experience package, no need to waste it.

He rested for a while, ate something, and when Er Jingong woke up, Wen Yan gave him something to eat as well.

Wen Yan thought someone from the Scorching Sun Department would come to take Er Jingong away, but no one came, he even saw that his return was being hidden.

Wen Yan didn’t know what the General Director was planning to do.

Wen Yan donned the amulet given by his Fourth Great-Uncle Master and rested at home for two hours, then felt refreshed, without any sleepiness at all.

Wen Yan checked the messages sent by the General Director in the Black Box.

All related to that temple, aside from the demolition issue, more of it concerned the subsequent things.

The Scorching Sun Department knew about the Great Wilderness, the Domain, and the Old Dream long ago.

Especially the Old Dream, it’s the most classified due to potential danger from thinking about it, as it can lead one to fall into it.

Even though most of these falls are low-risk, one returns soon, possibly without even realizing it.

In general, if someone didn’t return after a certain period, then they really won’t return.

In comparison, Domains typically have their fixed rules, experienced ordinary field agents have a considerable chance to resolve issues.

The Old Dream lacks particularly easy-utilizable rules, it is bizarre and varied.

Until now, not many people within the Scorching Sun Department know about the Old Dream.

Entering one’s own Old Dream, and a gateway that can exist in the present world, are two different concepts.

It’s normal for the Scorching Sun Department to be anxious about these matters.

In the information provided by the General Director this time, it stated that the Ghost Market massacre back then was merely an introduction, an introduction that exploded tensions.

Records show that indeed some people disappeared, neither alive nor in found bodies, it was conjectured they ran away based on the circumstances at that time.

The temple Wen Yan filmed was a hall that seemed to have officially disappeared, which belonged to a faction opposing Cai Heizi and the General Director back then.

However, despite the alignment, this hall played a marginal role, attracting little attention.

Later, the head of this hall, and the items they worshipped back then, were confirmed to have perished in internal conflicts, during the so-called Hu Huang Bai Liu Hui and Hu Huang Chang Mang Qing rivalry.

The chaos back then was excessive; mediation followed, now both factions coexist, generally ignoring each other, clearly divided.

Don’t underestimate the Hu Huang factions, which include the Yellow Immortal Child and the Fox Immortal.

But it’s not straddling the fence, there are several types among the foxes, such as the Red Fox and White Fox, clearly differentiating and not sharing the same interests.

As for the Yellow Immortal Child, the classifications are even clearer; they aren’t merely differing interests, it’s frequently life-and-death matters.

Previously, the chaos in the Northeast demanding feudal lordship was infamous, causing the most issues, mainly starring the Yellow Weasel; throughout decades, the deaths among Yellow Weasels, compared to victims at the Scorching Sun Department, no, victims of humans, don’t even count as a fraction of the deaths caused by other Yellow Weasels.

According to the rules between the Scorching Sun Department and the demons, the Scorching Sun Department couldn’t intervene, under the rules, this was internal processing, cleaning their own ranks.

Long-standing grievances have accumulated unknowingly for countless years, so upon hearing one faction with Qingfeng caused trouble, Elder Haorat of the opposite faction, not only personally took action but did so desperately, risking injury to secure solid evidence and clues.

These matters have historical roots.

So now, much of the intel Wen Yan sees is actually unearthed by the opposing faction without Qingfeng in recent days.

Those guys are far more invested than folks in the Scorching Sun Department.

Wen Yan reviewed all this, Er Jingong also slept, startled awake, slept again, startled awake twice more, until he couldn’t sleep anymore.

“Rest assured, it’s very safe here, people generally wouldn’t recklessly come here trying to get killed.”

“Can’t sleep anymore…”

The steward brewed tea, brought it over, and Er Jingong quickly stood up in gratitude, the steward courteously returned the gesture.

Just as they started chatting, Wen Yan’s phone rang, it was an encrypted call from the Black Box.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, I wanted to confirm something with you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Did someone say they transported a dead person, but saw them alive the next day?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Are you sure there’s no mistake?”

Wen Yan glanced at Er Jingong and asked again, Er Jingong nodded repeatedly in nervousness.

“Hmm, can you go in one more time?” the General Director asked.

“Is it important?”

“Yes, I suspect, some of those who were thought to be dead years ago might not be dead.”

“Even if I go in, I probably won’t find fragments from back then, right?”

“No, just this time will do, someone is in a hurry, but it’s just a former Old Dream, their reaction is too exaggerated.”

“Has something happened?” Wen Yan immediately sensed the tone was off.

“Yes, just now, someone tried heading to the White Fox Clan Territory, but likely failed, the road there is cut off, those who went likely didn’t make it; meanwhile, within the Weasel Demon clan, half an hour ago, internal conflict broke out… Also, Vice Minister Ma, who went to Northeast for work guidance, has been assassinated and is currently undergoing rescue efforts.”

“Wait… How could he be assassinated? Are they crazy?” Wen Yan was greatly shocked, how did they manage that?

“His driver, don’t know when, had been influenced, must have been within these last three months.”

“What are they trying to do?”

“You touched that Old Dream, after you returned, I did my best to lock down the news, two and a half hours later, events started cropping up, someone knew you survived and came back, they’re restless, starting to divert attention, so, I want you to go again, give it a try, this time, it’s not an ordinary mission nor an accidental fall, I’ll send you a formal document, you received that badge, right?”