When the knocking on the door started, Su Kun was still taking a shower in the bathroom.

Geng Zimo couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Who would come to the door at this time? The landlord? Su Kun had quite a lot of dealings with the landlord recently, but according to Su Kun, the landlord had already come by in the afternoon...

Despite his doubts, he still quickly walked to the door and habitually peeked through the peephole.

The ultra-sensitive sound-controlled light in front of the neighboring household's door illuminated the scene outside the door clearly - three uniformed men with solemn expressions stood in front of the door, each tall and sturdy.

Geng Zimo's gaze fell on their bronze-colored, muscular arms, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself: Did these guys come to the wrong door?

Most people, whether good citizens or rude ones, would be a little stunned when suddenly seeing this kind of situation. Geng Zimo was naturally no exception.

He stayed at the peephole for a while, until the leading man raised his hand again and knocked on the door three times with a "knock, knock, knock". Only then did he react, stand up straight, and open the door.

Even though he had taken off his pretentious shirt and changed into a white cotton T-shirt and light gray casual pants for home, his innate scholarly temperament was still very obvious when he wasn't speaking.

The few people outside the door probably didn't expect the person opening the door to be like this. They were all a little surprised. The two standing in the back couldn't help but size up Geng Zimo several times with their eyes, probably feeling that this person was somewhat different from what they had imagined.

The leading man quickly adjusted his expression and said in a deep voice, "Are you Su Kun?"

Geng Zimo didn't answer yes or no, but instead asked, "Do you comrades have something to do?"

The leading man took out a leather-cased ID from his pocket, held it in front of Geng Zimo's eyes to let him see the contents clearly, and said, "Police. We suspect you are involved in a murder case. Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

The whole set of actions was quite proficient, done in one go without even a pause. Just like what they show on TV.

Geng Zimo's expression was as if he had been struck by nine heavenly thunderbolts. Amidst the rumbling thunder, he felt that he had a serious auditory hallucination.

He was stunned for a while before hesitantly saying, "...Are you filming a movie?" Nowadays when filming movies, do they just show up at the door without notice to pull people to be extras? Or is it some boring variety show prank?

Police comrade: "..."

Gu Yan, who floated out from the room, was also a little dazed by what the police said. Except for the two words "police" which he didn't know the meaning of, he understood the rest. It's just...

Su Kun... murder? ... This must be the most ridiculous joke he's heard since coming to this world! Simply preposterous!

But the next second, he suddenly remembered that when Su Kun came back from outside before, the things sticking to his body were indeed more fierce than usual. It was unusually similar to the feeling of that infant spirit last time.

Could it be that what these people were saying was related to that fierce aura?

Just in the gap when neither Geng Zimo nor the police officers spoke, the bathroom door was pulled open.

Because the sound of rushing water affected him while showering earlier, Su Kun didn't hear the commotion outside. So as usual, wearing just his little triangle underwear, with a towel draped over his head, he came out swaggering while wiping his hair.

Due to the obstruction of the towel, he glimpsed Geng Zimo's figure standing by the door out of the corner of his eye, and puzzled, "Geng Zimo, what are you doing standing at the door? The wind is blowing in, it's quite chilly, shh shh--" As he spoke, he even made a funny sound as if inhaling.

The police officer holding up his ID stiffened: "..." Geng Zimo? It turns out you're not Su Kun after all?!

Geng Zimo: "..."

Seeing Geng Zimo not moving, Su Kun turned around, and as a result immediately discovered the door was open, with three sturdy men in short-sleeved uniforms standing at the doorway. He couldn't help but pause in wiping his hair and tilted his head, "Eh?"

Geng Zimo: "..." Eh your uncle!

Gu Yan, floating behind Geng Zimo and invisible to everyone except Su Kun, looked Su Kun up and down, pinched the bridge of his nose, and couldn't help but say, "Go back and put some clothes on!"

Only then did Su Kun belatedly realize that besides that little triangle down below, he wasn't wearing anything. His old face finally turned red. Howling, waving the towel, he rolled and crawled into the bedroom, and slammed the door with a "bang".

Police comrade: "..."

Gu Yan: "..."

Strongly suppressing the urge to roll his eyes hard at the bedroom door, Geng Zimo pointed at the closed door with a numb expression and said to the three at the door in a flat tone, "Hehe, do you think someone like that could be involved in murder?"

As if to match Geng Zimo's words, Su Kun quickly put on his clothes and pants, and a moment later came out of the room. He dryly laughed a couple times to cover up the awkwardness, then scratched his hair and looked at the people outside, saying, "Um... are you doing a citizen survey or a public opinion poll?"

Police comrade: "..."

After a moment of silence, the leading one coughed and then turned the ID he was holding to face Su Kun, then repeated to Su Kun what he had said to Geng Zimo before.

After listening, Su Kun blinked a couple times. He felt like he had been trampled by ten thousand expressionless little ghosts, his brain flattened, to the point that he understood every word the police said, but put together he just couldn't comprehend it at all, "What did you say?"

The police didn't wait for him to recover, and dropped another bombshell, blasting Su Kun until not even dregs were left, "You know Zhang Fuquan, right? This evening his wife found him collapsed in the living room, already dead. Preliminary determination is homicide, time approximately 4pm this afternoon.

"He had frequent contact with only two people recently, you are one of them. And his wife said you went upstairs with Zhang Fuquan a little after 3pm, but only you came down afterwards, and there was no movement from Zhang Fuquan after that. More specifics will have to wait until the coroner's results come out. In any case, we hope you can come with us now to cooperate with the investigation."

Perhaps because Su Kun's expression was too dazed, the police officer thought for a bit, then softened his expression a little and added, "...Even if there's some misunderstanding, you need to explain it clearly to us, give a statement. It might help us solve the case. Let's go."

Su Kun was in a state between shock and confusion - shocked that a person who was alive and well, chatting and laughing with him just a few hours ago, was suddenly gone, reduced to a corpse, and killed at that; confused because the infant spirit that had been haunting him had been completely devoured by Gu Yan, so how could something still happen?

He told Geng Zimo to stay at home and wait for him to return, but silently allowed Gu Yan to float behind the car all the way to the police station with him.

After all, his heart was now empty and he had no idea what was going on - if it was really a case committed by a person, it would be easier to handle, as the net of heaven has its meshes wide, but it lets nothing through, and the murderer would eventually be caught; if the one who killed Zhang Fuquan was not a person at all, then he would have a hard time explaining himself.

Although Gu Yan didn't seem to be of much help in this regard, Su Kun subconsciously felt that having him around would make him feel much more at ease, perhaps due to the influence of what had happened last time.

The police station was located some distance away from the residential area where Su Kun lived. Gu Yan floated behind the car, past residential areas with twinkling lights, past the still bustling city center, and past several long driveways.

The wailing sound of the police siren in his ears was very piercing, and the more he heard it, the more sullen his face became. Since clearing up the misunderstanding with Su Kun, the anger that had not been ignited for a long time surged up again, barely suppressed in his heart.

After a series of conversations, he figured out who these so-called "police officers" were and what they were in charge of. He also understood that this world had its own set of laws, and these few people were just enforcing the law impartially, without any outrageous actions, and their attitude was even polite, except for their more solemn expressions.

But when he saw Su Kun looking at a loss and helpless as he followed those people into the iron box they called a "police car", he still couldn't help but feel irritated and had nowhere to vent.

However, the rationality that still existed prevented him from acting rashly. Instead, he first followed Su Kun to the place they were going to see the situation before making any plans.

Su Kun's state of trance lasted for a long time, until he saw Zhang Fuquan's wife at the police station.

From the time he found Zhang Fuquan and was about to rent the house, until today, the words Su Kun had spoken to this middle-aged woman in her forties could be counted on one hand.

She seemed to always be by Zhang Fuquan's side, diligent but quiet. Except for occasionally joking with students when selling things at the red bean paste house, most of the time, she was quiet, watching Zhang Fuquan chat with Su Kun, rarely interrupting, but always smiling. She had never been like she was now, staring blankly at the pattern on the floor, her hair disheveled, her expression vacant.

Like many middle-aged women, her figure had become plump, her waist and abdomen seemingly tightly wrapped by her clothes, outlining a bloated silhouette. There were still two tear streaks on her face, and the area around her eyes and the tip of her nose were still red, trembling and sobbing, looking both ridiculous and extremely pitiful.

Su Kun had originally thought that since she mistakenly believed that he was involved in Zhang Fuquan's murder, she would definitely pounce on him and kick him. Who knew that she didn't even see him at all, immersed in her own world, not knowing how long this had been going on.

After standing in a daze for a while, urged by the police officer behind him in a low voice, Su Kun took a step forward again and followed the person in front towards the inside. When he saw the somewhat dim environment inside the open door, Su Kun turned his head back in a panic and scanned a few times, quickly finding Gu Yan floating through the crowd towards him.

He still had that deadpan look, only with a slight frown, a few more wrinkles between his brows, his thin lips pursed into a line, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned, looking extremely unhappy. He quickly floated to Su Kun's side, in a higher position, glanced at Su Kun indifferently, and then reached out his hand.

Su Kun only felt that his already dry hair seemed to be covered by something a little cool, and then gently rubbed.

It was the simplest of actions, and if it were any other day, he would have angrily said, "Don't touch my head!"

But at this moment, he only felt that his somewhat empty heart had instantly found its footing, and there was nothing more to worry about.