Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 530 - 356. The Power of Misfortune_3

The dial seemed to be some sort of verification device. Employees would receive a prompt each day and then press one of four colored buttons. They had to do this once in the morning and once in the evening.

If they pressed the wrong button or failed to press it, their superiors would assume there was an issue with the employee.

Zhang Hehua gave a bitter smile, a thought becoming increasingly clear in her mind: "I seem to have been caught up in a major conspiracy."

She replayed it once more in her mind, feeling an intense fear toward the terrifying intellect of the mystery person.

With just a few words, the other side had guided her step by step onto a single-log bridge over a bottomless abyss, where one wrong move could lead to eternal damnation.

Only now did she belatedly realize, but she no longer had a way back.

Zhang Hehua shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about the troublesome issues: "Forget it, let’s find something to eat."

She took the watch and shut the bedroom door behind her.

"Bang!"

The bedroom was sealed off.

Five minutes later.

Just as Zhang Hehua found a large pile of food in the house and was filled with joy.

Lady Kalaya lay motionless on the floor, her little finger quivering almost imperceptibly.

The eerie light blue patterns on the corpse’s surface had deepened significantly compared to when she first died.

This was undoubtedly not a good sign.

*

Elsewhere.

Yang Fan, transformed into "Jack," continued playing the role of a nanny.

He turned his head and looked at the little girl Trish, who was seriously playing with her toys, and called out, "Little one, let’s go outside for some activity."

Trish cheerfully replied, "Okay, Mr. Magician!"

Her mother, Grace, felt it was too cold outside and was worried that her daughter’s weak constitution would catch a cold, thus opposed her daughter going out to play.

Yang Fan resolved Grace’s concerns with a very simple trick.

That was—ginger soup.

Every day he would take Trish out for a twenty-minute walk, and upon returning, he would make her a bowl of ginger soup, which prevented Trish from ever catching a cold.

In the Dream Realm.

After the rise of Great Xia’s traditional Xia Medical, the Ma’s Qi Meridian Theory, founded by Ma Youde, began to spread widely.

According to this theory, the heat element contained in ginger soup could replenish the energy of certain Qi Meridians, effectively dispelling the Cold Qi invading the body.

This ordinary bowl of ginger soup had saved countless lives during the cold wave disaster and the ensuing half-century-long cold period.

Soon.

The two were wrapped up warmly and left the house together.

The route Yang Fan planned today for their walk was to circle the nearby street-side small park twice.

With only one opportunity to go out each day, Trish was incredibly excited.

The little girl would sometimes grab a handful of snow, make a snowball, and toss it into the distance, or hop on one foot through the shallow snow, filled with energy.

Yang Fan followed behind, watching the little girl with a smile.

Before long.

The two rounded a corner.

Trish was still hopping up and down ahead.

Yang Fan, however, furrowed his brow slightly.

He keenly sensed a gaze filled with intense malice coming from an apartment building dozens of meters away, fixating tightly on Trish.

He instantly realized that the little girl had been targeted.

Trish appeared nearby at a fixed time every day, and it wasn’t difficult for someone with intent to notice this.

Yang Fan quietly muttered to himself, "Is it the human trafficking group again?"

Having stayed in the Carmenia Federation for so long, he was well aware of how rampant human trafficking was in the Federation.

As the Federation’s upper echelon had thoroughly fallen to corruption, for various reasons, the Federation pretended to crack down on human trafficking while secretly indulging it intentionally or otherwise.

Whenever a particularly egregious case emerged, they would catch a few small fry to take the blame, leaving the core members of the human trafficking group unscathed.

Yang Fan glanced at the apartment, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.

He immediately made a decision: "I might as well make a bigger fuss tomorrow and drag the human trafficking group into it."

Yang Fan moved his right hand, causing the Moon Rock to silently appear in his palm, vibrating slightly.

In a distant apartment.

An Old Hei held binoculars in his hands, observing Trish without blinking, pondering how to proceed with abducting the little girl tomorrow.

The top had sent another request list, which included a hundred children aged 5 to 10.

The moment Old Hei saw the list, he immediately thought of the little girl who wandered around here every day.

A few seconds later.

The little girl rounded another corner and disappeared.

Old Hei put down the binoculars, muttering to himself, "I wonder if they plan to experiment on these kids, or if some big shot has a peculiar fetish."

No sooner had he spoken.

Old Hei suddenly felt a severe itch in his nose.

He reached out to rub it, but his hand only made it halfway before he was overcome by the urge to sneeze loudly.

"Achoo!"

Due to the exaggerated motion, his body lurched forward.

His outstretched right hand unwittingly knocked over a glass.

A sharp knife that had been resting on the glass was also knocked aside.

"Bang!"

The glass toppled over.

The knife spun a turn and a half in the air and, as fate would have it, landed in an open gun case.

The knife’s handle was wedged between the gun barrel and the case wall, standing upright, its tip pointed upward.

At the same moment.

Old Hei continued to lean forward, his upper body nearly level with the desk.

His throat was precisely aligned with the knife tip, which pierced into it with a "thud," deftly severing the carotid artery.

Blood immediately sprayed out like a fountain.

Old Hei felt excruciating pain and instinctively reached to cover the wound, his throat making a "gurgling" sound.

Due to the rapid and excessive blood loss, his brain soon experienced a lack of blood supply, causing his consciousness to blur quickly.

Old Hei’s body wobbled a few times before collapsing heavily onto the floor.

"Thud!"

A deep, muffled thud.

Another Old Hei heard the noise and came to check, getting quite a fright upon seeing the bloody mess on the floor.

"Jesus Christ, Victor, what’s happened to you? Someone, help..."

*

Next to the park.

Yang Fan put away the Moon Rock, sighing internally, "The power of misfortune is even stronger than I expected."

Just now, he had used the Moon Rock’s power to suppress Old Hei’s fortune to its limit, resulting in Old Hei’s immediate ’suicide.’

This was far more challenging than crushing two Old Hei with a truck.

After all, the weight of a truck was substantial, and once slightly out of control, it wouldn’t be hard to harm pedestrians.