Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 756 - 136

This book, caught fire.

Li Zhiyuan didn't put out the fire. His first reaction was to ponder: Is the evil book tricking me?

Then, the youth immediately thought of the answer: No, it isn't.

Because he took it merely as an experiment, more precisely, a divination. With the arrow on the string, regardless of the result, he would continue on this path according to his heart's desires.

So, its burning proves that destiny is with me;

If it didn't burn and didn't react at all, that would be feudal superstition. I would just shout "Man can conquer nature" and continue on.

In any case, it couldn't affect my choice, so its current reaction leans more toward being real.

That's when it truly involves the secrets of destiny.

The fire kept burning, Li Zhiyuan picked up the cup on the desk, but instead of pouring water on it, he took a sip himself.

He knew the evil book's value, but he wasn't too distressed. If it really burned up, so be it.

As it burned, the fire finally began to die down.

Half of the pages turned black, the cover and back also became quite crumpled, but overall, it remained intact.

Truly, it's something filled with evil; its life is truly stubborn.

The youth thought of a new way to open this book.

It could be used to reverse-test the secrets of destiny.

The game between himself and the questioner wouldn't stop at the fourth wave, it would likely continue, then in future moments of inspiration, he could use this book to continue divination, to see if it would burn.

Reaching out, he flipped through the pages; half were burned black, but there were still quite a few pages only slightly singed.

Hmm, even if it could never recover, at least it could burn one more time.

As for restoring it?

That's impossible, it will never be possible.

With such an evil item, it's good enough to exploit its value, must never trade with it, for every moment of self-satisfaction might fall into the book's calculation.

When speaking with the devil, you shouldn't bring a scale, only a whip.

After wrapping it again tightly with a seal, he stuffed it back under the bed.

Li Zhiyuan picked up a cloth, wiped the desk, and refilled himself a cup of hot water.

After thinking, he opened a drawer, took out an empty soda can, and placed it on the desk.

He hesitated about whether to put a label on the can, thought it inappropriate, so simply tore two pieces of paper, made a square recessed paper box, placed it in a corner of the desk, then put the can in it, took a pen from the pen holder, and placed it inside.

This way, there's no need for any explanation, and Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou wouldn't mistakenly toss it away as trash.

He touched his face.

The reason for not wanting to explain was that he felt explaining the matter was somewhat embarrassing.

Do I have such emotions now?

Earlier, he might have thought that the idea of... no, collecting soda cans was really childish and foolish.

Sadly, this matter was still tied to Alii. He had long known that being with Alii would help his condition improve, and his facade would flourish.

He just didn't know when such emotions could detach from Alii and extend to others or spread outwards with him at the center.

This doesn't mean the youth wanted to part from Alii, but only by venturing further and bolder could he hold the girl's hand, leading her forward better.

Clearing his mind, Li Zhiyuan began implementing a more detailed plan based on the earlier suggestions provided by Tan Wenbin.

Plans can't keep up with changes, but that doesn't mean plans are useless. At the very least, they allow his companions to clearly understand the goal and inform them of the direction of thinking through the plan document. This way, even if changes occur and the plan is scrapped, the companions know which direction to channel their initiative, rather than becoming headless flies.

Li Zhiyuan continued writing until dusk, anticipating various unforeseen events and incorporating much of his own thought.

Lin Shuyou returned after class, opened the dorm door, saw Brother Xiao Yuan writing, didn't dare disturb him, and quietly sat at Tan Wenbin's desk to start studying his own materials.

But with Brother Xiao Yuan sitting next to him, it was like having an invigilator standing beside you during an exam.

Seeing the time approaching, Lin Shuyou simply picked up his stuff and fled to the evening self-study classroom.

At night, Tan Wenbin returned. Li Zhiyuan was still writing. Tan Wenbin stood next to him watching for a while, then sat on his bed.

He held a large file bag containing three wanted notices.

Additionally, there were three investigative documents.

The former were taken from his dad's office, the latter were his own work, rushedly done, providing only a general idea.

Near midnight, Li Zhiyuan finally finished writing, put down his pen, with a thick stack of papers.

For him, writing speed severely hampered his thinking speed.

He handed the papers to Tan Wenbin, who started to read through them.

Li Zhiyuan picked up the file bag Tan Wenbin brought back, three wanted notices: two male suspects and one female suspect.

The most recent one was issued half a year ago, involving a man working outside who violently insulted the shop owner and his daughter and then fled.

The oldest was four years ago, involving a robbery gang targeting taxi drivers, whose leader was also the bait—a woman. Not only did they rob and injure several taxi drivers, but also left one driver fatally wounded.