When Feng Yao got the news and arrived, the shock on his face was impossible to hide.

It wouldn't be surprising if something happened somewhere else, after all, the Scorching Sun Department is seriously understaffed—worse than the regular police; places with few incidents might not even have a dedicated office, just a couple of rooms borrowed from existing departments.

But this is Virtue City, which had just undergone a major investment only days ago. Any ghost or monster with even half a brain would be giving Virtue City a wide berth right now.

Because if anything happened, at the very least, the Scorching Sun Department would invite you over for "tea."

Who could have expected that there were still some ghosts and monsters bold enough to commit a crime in Virtue City at a time like this?

The hospital's preliminary check came back quickly; the man's injuries were all from tumbling down the stairs.

Even if the man was blind, they couldn't rule out the possibility the loss of sight was caused by head trauma.

His eyes' structure and function were perfectly intact. At the moment, they suspected it was neurological blindness, but as for the exact cause, it wasn't something they could conclude right now.

The information from the hospital was just for reference as far as Feng Yao was concerned.

He watched the hotel's surveillance footage—this guy really did trip and fall down the stairs all by himself in the dark.

This hotel had been burned before—hardly anyone used the stairwell because they had guest and service elevators. The stairs were just for emergency evacuations.

But someone had gotten hurt in the stairs before, and at that time there were no cameras there. It was a big fuss. In the end, the hotel threw some hush money at the family to keep them from protesting outside and driving away business, all under the guise of humanitarian compensation.

Since then, even the stairwell at this hotel has surveillance cameras.

Except inside the rooms and restrooms, every public area is under surveillance, and they were only updated about a year ago.

The footage was very clear—it was definitely an accident; the man fell by himself.

But from the earlier recordings, at the time, the man had entered the room with a young woman.

The girl was in and out in under three minutes, and the high-def camera even caught a trace of regret on her face.

The footage was loaded up on his laptop. Face recognition quickly listed the girl's identity.

Feng Yao immediately used his clearance to track the girl's movements.

Virtue City's Skynet system had just gotten an upgrade and overhaul too. These days the local cops could sit in the station, watch the cameras, and call pickpockets to turn themselves in, saving everyone's time.

With Feng Yao's clearance, the hardware and support for casework were leaps and bounds ahead of what he had a month ago.

Within a few minutes, though, Feng Yao gave up.

Because that face was fake too; the real person matching that face hadn't been within a block of the hotel all day.

He kept tracing her steps, and soon found all of her movements.

At first, the girl emerged from a little residential alley. The entrance was three or four meters wide with cameras, but the branching lanes inside were classic narrow alleys—no way there'd be surveillance there.

After stepping out, the girl was still in ancient dress, her features obscured as if covered by a layer of fog. Then she changed into black stockings, a short skirt, and a bat-wing shirt, and sauntered to the hotel, stopping the blind man at the door.

There was no sound on the footage, but clearly this ghost or monster didn't have a clue about modern tech.

With the hotel's high-definition cameras and image enhancement tech, they could even reconstruct what she was saying from her lip movements.

The details might be off by a bit, but with a pro lip-reader translating and comparing context, they could basically guarantee what was said.

A little creative filling-in the blanks for anything missing, and you'd have a result almost as good as being there in person.

Feng Yao's fingers danced over the keyboard, and he quickly finished processing everything.

Soon enough, Wen Yan had seen the entire sequence.

A girl who looked innocent, even warm and clingy—and, crucially, was very attractive—presented herself as prey and "hunted" a guy who seemed decent and honest.

"Tsk, who could resist that?" Feng Yao clicked his tongue.

"You wouldn't be able to resist?" Wen Yan glanced at Feng Yao in mild surprise.

Feng Yao thought about it very seriously, then shook his head.

"If I were an ordinary guy, and a cute girl came right up and clung to my arm, just wanting to crash a wedding banquet—honestly, I probably wouldn't care. These days, for a free meal, anyone willing to go that far, I don't think anyone would refuse. But once you don't refuse and take the first step, maybe you won't be able to stop yourself after that."

"Typical mortal—you'd never catch me with tricks like that." Wen Yan shook his head.

"Hmm? You mean that?" Feng Yao raised an eyebrow.

Wen Yan, though, was perfectly serious and started a little scenario role-play.

"If a stranger got close to me like that, on instinct—if I didn't automatically slug her a couple of times—my Yang energy would instantly react."

"I only trained my martial arts to the second level, but I didn't start with strength. I cultivated my Yang energy first."

"I might not have as much raw power as other martial artists at my stage, but my Yang energy is far stronger than anyone else's."

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