I deliver food in a bizarre world

After a long silence, Chen Mo broke the eerie atmosphere: "Let's unlock it first!"

Zhou Mingyu inspected the lock and shook his head: "The lock is rusted and can't be used with a key. We can only force it open, but that might damage the things inside."

"Let me do it." Li Haojie volunteered, rummaged through his multi-tool bag for a while, took out two thin, specially made steel skewers, and inserted them into the keyhole.

Rust expands and blocks the keyhole, making it impossible to insert the key. However, a thin, hard steel skewer might actually work.

His fingers moved nimbly and gently, his ear almost pressed against the lock, carefully listening to the subtle sounds of the internal springs.

In just over ten seconds, a soft click was heard, and the rusty lock popped open.

"Wow, you've got this trick up your sleeve?" Zhou Mingyu was somewhat surprised.

Li Haojie chuckled: "In the past, when I was with a small team, we would often go to some old places to perform our acts. We wouldn't even be able to get through the door like this."

Li Wenjing cautioned, "Be careful when opening the box; there might be something dangerous inside."

Everyone understood.

"Is it dangerous?" Chen Mo asked Zhao Tianyi in his mind.

"There was only a faint resentment, nothing else."

Chen Mo gestured for everyone to step back, then stepped forward and slowly lifted the heavy lid of the box.

Little Mirror is ready to strike at any time. Although its attack power is not high, its physical defense is amazing. Even if it is hit head-on, it will not suffer too much damage.

Perhaps because the box was made of camphor wood, it did not have the expected rotten smell.

There weren't many things in the box, just a few neatly folded old-fashioned women's work clothes, but they were already noticeably yellowed and brittle.

There was also a notebook with a plastic cover and a small square metal box covered in rust, placed on top.

Zhou Mingyu scratched his head: "Is this some kind of nesting doll?"

All eyes were on the metal box. It looked ordinary, like an old-fashioned sewing box, with no patterns on its surface, only mottled rust marks.

Chen Mo looked at the iron box, his brows furrowing slightly.

He could see a faint, dark aura emanating from the metal box, an aura that shared the same source as the resentment he felt in the car last night, yet was far more subdued…

Let's look at the notebook first!

Chen Mo made up his mind and didn't touch the metal box immediately. Instead, he picked up the notebook with the plastic cover. After confirming that everything was alright, he handed the diary to Li Wenjing.

She carefully took it, put on white gloves, and gently opened it.

The notebook's paper was yellowed and brittle, and the handwriting was in blue ink in regular script. The delicate handwriting indicated that the diary's owner was a woman.

The first few pages recorded trivial matters and feelings about working in the textile factory, but as you turn to the last few pages, the handwriting becomes messy and the content suddenly changes.

[...March 17th, rain. The shuttle bus is late again. Engineer Zhang said the bus is old and always breaking down. Lately, I've been feeling restless, can't sleep well at night, and keep having nightmares about the bus falling into a bottomless black hole...]

[...March 25th, cloudy. Xiaofang quietly told me that she saw Director Liu adding something to the shuttle bus's fuel tank in the middle of the night, but she didn't know what it was. She told me not to make a fuss, saying that Director Liu had someone backing him...]

[...April 2nd, sunny. I finally found out that people from that side have arrived. They seem to be looking for something and someone who matches the criteria. I heard a word, the pronunciation sounded like "guixu"? They kept mentioning this word, what does it mean? I'm so scared...]

[...April 10th, cloudy. After thinking about it for a long time, I've decided to hide my things well during my next day off and not keep them with me. If they're really looking for them, I'm afraid I'm in big trouble... I hope Dong Ge will see this and understand what I mean.]

The diary ends abruptly here.

April 10th was just three days before the car accident at the Seventh Textile Factory!

The information revealed in the notebook sent chills down everyone's spines. Before the car accident, Zhao Guilan had clearly sensed a great danger lurking around her and had hidden something in advance.

Most importantly, the diary actually mentioned Guixu! Due to her limited education, she didn't know what those two characters meant.

This gave Chen Mo a jolt.

Could it be that Guixu already existed thirty or forty years ago?!

All eyes were once again focused on the rusty iron box. The thing that Zhao Guilan had hidden was very likely locked inside!

Chen Mo took a deep breath and reached for the tin box.

He tried to open it, but the lid was rusted so tightly that it was almost stuck together.

"This corrosion is more serious..." Chen Mo shook his head after just one glance at the examination.

Everyone turned to look at Li Haojie.

"Let me try." He stepped forward again, examined the gap in the lid, and instead of using a steel skewer, took out a small bottle from his toolbox containing a clear liquid. He dripped it around the rusted seam.

Zhou Mingyu looked at the hissing white smoke and asked, "What's this stuff? Strong acid?"

"The special rust remover should be somewhat effective."

"Why do you have this thing?"

"You don't understand. In the world of martial arts, you need to have many skills to keep you going."

After waiting a few minutes, Chen Mo tried again, and the lid made a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound as the tin box was finally pried open.

"Tsk, you've got something."

Inside the tin box was a faded red cloth, on which two items were placed quietly.

An antique-style metal badge, engraved with a strange pattern that resembles both a vortex and an eye, with some wear on the edges.

There was also a folded piece of paper next to it, which had turned yellow.

The moment Chen Mo's fingertips touched the badge, his body trembled, and he felt his spirituality suddenly surge.

The next instant, the design on the badge seemed to come alive, slowly rotating and emanating an ominous allure.

His spiritual eyes lit up, and the jade pendant heated up. When he came to his senses, he realized that the strange change on the badge was just his illusion.

"What is this thing?"

Chen Mo put down the badge and carefully unfolded the yellowed slip of paper. The slip contained only one line of neat yet resolute handwriting, identical to the handwriting in the notebook.

[It turns out... they were looking for women whose birth charts were entirely Yin, and the list was in Director Liu's hands. That Guixu wasn't the end, it was...]

There was a long stretch of writing on the note, but the words at the end were stained with some kind of brown stain, which looked like blood, and were completely illegible.

Even without seeing the later content, the information in the first half still resonated like a thunderclap in everyone's minds! And the part of the content that was covered by stains at the end was even more suggestive and chilling.

That car accident was actually a targeted conspiracy, the purpose of which was to select women with specific destinies!

The reason that minibus kept bothering Wang Jianguo was mainly because Wang Jianguo's family had this thing at home, and after being together for a long time, it had become tainted by its smell!

Li Wenjing immediately seized on the key point: "We need to investigate this Director Liu immediately, find out if he was in charge of shuttle bus scheduling or something back then, and also find out the list he had."

Zhou Mingyu said, "I vaguely remember this. I think I looked for it once, but I didn't look at it carefully at the time. I'll check back later..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze fixed on the attic's vent.