“Yes, reboot. Because the ework is in essence a spell based oricity, delivering powerful shocks to certain critiodes and the ’core’ could give everything a mueeded kick. It will not undo all the corruption and pollutiohe years. But it will be a start.” Master Liaoran sighed and shrugged: “Curious that sometimes things of the old times could still have simir effects as modern day, right? Don’t worry, as long as you follow this monk and this monk’s instrus, we will be fihis monk will hahe most difficult and are of the steps.”

  Marcus thought for a moment, then asked: “And when we plete the process, what should we do? And - what do we o prepare after we do the ‘reboot’?”

  “To be ho with you, detective, this monk doesn’t have an answer for you.” Master Liaoran shook his head: “Because everything is in theory only, this is this monk’s te mentor’s theory - something he crafted when he was formalizing the framework for the electric substations. And when we do it, the ey’s pht be cut off for a brief moment, and as would the prote provided by the electricity.”

  “That - that seems like something we o send out a city-wide alert for…” Marcus scratched his hair: “Nonono - this is horrible, if we did that, these people will know that we’re onto them.”

  “The choice is out of your hand, I’m afraid.” Wuzui interjected: “Things are happening really fast - and I’m afraid we’re out of time already. You try to warn as many as possible, but for o will lower your ce of success.”

  “Alright - alright, let me - let me think about it. I think we he help of our captain.” Marcus sighed and shook his head: “Just - just tell me your pn, master.”

  “You should have found out where the ter of the array is, right?” Master Liaoran looked Marcus in the eyes: “It should be a pce with immericity ption or tration. Wuzui mentioned some power pnts, banks or factories, but they are all outside of the city or he mountains, this would be very improbable because the core of the array o be inside of the city, as close to the ter of the city as possible - ”

  “A datater in the Northern City.” Marodded: “That’s one of our officers’ solve - and I believe him. I’m not an expert on this, but data ters e a huge amount of electricity. And we’re already going to try to figure it out. Once we firm - we will then try to strike it where it hurts.”

  “Wuzui, y me the jar and the fortuicks?” Master Liaoran turo Wuzui. Wuzui stood up, bowed and ran to the inner sanctum.

  “What ged here, master? It’s b me a little.” Marcus took the ce to ask the master with a lowered voice.

  Master Liaoran chuckled and patted Marcus on his left shoulder: “Patience, detective. Patience is a virtue. Please uand, for many reasons I ot tell yht now. But soon you’ll see. I promise you that.”

  “Alright.” Marodded and pushed his questions back. The thought of the master leaving his post would be too worrisome and burdensome for him right now, he just could not spare the energy and time to po.

  Wuzui brought back a cy jar of s and a wide but short bamboo tube with thin bamboo sticks inside - jars and fortuicks, both tools of divination.

  “Are you sure you wanna do this, Master?” Wuzui seemed uled by the master’s choice: “Wouldn’t this be - dangerous to you? Even cost you some - some life?”

  “This monk has lived enough days, months and years locked in this pd wasting away.” Master Liaoran ughed: “So to finally light up hope for the people in this city, this monk shall not dodge this ce. What’s a few years out of a long life, when important deeds be done?”

  “Okay, master. ” Wuzui sighed, ”Do you wao start?”

  “This monk will start.” Master Liaoran raised his right hand, stig his middle and index fingers up. His left hand brushed through the two fingers and cut two thin wounds on the fiips. He picked the jar up with his left hand, and dabbed two bloody fingerprints on the jar, before turning it and holding it upside down. The copper s inside spun from the spinning motion and stayed ihe jar. Tingles and ks rang from the internal collisions.

  The master gradually slowed the spin. One fell from the mouth, and he swiftly turhe jar back up. It was an old with a square hole at the ter. Four single words were etched around the hole.

  “e. Day. Veil. Night.” Wuzui read the words on the .

  “Tomorrow evening.” Master Liaoran’s facial expression was stern: “That’s our optimal time.”

  “That’s a bit - too soon.” Maste frowned.

  “No matter. Now - onto how likely we’ll succeed.” Master Liaoran picked up the bamboo tube with fortuicks inside and began shaking it.

  Before long, a stick with a red tip dropped from the tube.

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