There were several police officers responsible for taking statements, both male and female.

Their attitude was always quite polite, with no overly impatient or harsh tones. They simply and calmly posed one question after another to Su Kun. Although Su Kun was uncertain inside, he knew he was innocent, so while his answers sounded a bit disorganized at first, they were very coherent once sorted out.

Because it involved a human life, this statement was recorded with extraordinary detail, taking a very long time.

The air conditioning in the room was quite sufficient, with the temperature set just right—not stuffy, nor too cool. Everything was good except for the lighting, which was rather dim, giving a somewhat oppressive feeling.

Additionally, the solemn expressions of the several uniformed officers, some sitting and some standing, added a strong sense of pressure.

So even someone as thick-skinned as Su Kun would feel deeply exhausted after staying here for a long time.

As time passed bit by bit, Su Kun caught a glimpse of Gu Yan growing increasingly impatient. His brows furrowed tighter and his expression became more sullen. From quietly hovering beside Su Kun at the start, he later floated around the table, pacing back and forth, seemingly trying hard to suppress his irritability and faint anger.

The officer sitting opposite took out a stack of photos, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of Su Kun, saying, "These are photos taken at the scene. Take a look."

Gu Yan paused for a moment, then silently floated back to Su Kun's side, lowering his eyes to look at the photos on the table.

To be honest, after years of fighting battles, Gu Yan had seen countless dead people, both intact and dismembered, with serene faces or twisted expressions, in scenes of sorrow or tragedy—so many that he was almost numb. Almost.

Whether human or animal, most beings are born with an exceptionally strong sense of sorrow and reluctance when facing the corpses of their own kind. This innate emotion might gradually fade with more experiences, but it rarely disappears completely. Even someone like Gu Yan, who had witnessed death so many times, couldn't maintain complete inner calm.

How much more so for Su Kun, who had hardly seen any corpses?

In the photos, Zhang Fuquan is lying on his side in the middle of the living room, surrounded by an empty space with no traces of blood. His face is ashen and lifeless, with only his wide, terrified eyes still revealing his inner fear and unwillingness to die.

His body is curled up, his back arched like a bow, his hands drawn to his chest in an eerie posture, and his chin almost touching his bent knees. His clothes were tightly stretched across his body due to his corpulent figure and the extreme position, leaving marks around his waist and abdomen.

Normally, when a person curls up, their head instinctively tucks towards their chest, but Zhang Fuquan's neck was stiffly straight, his face facing forward, which was oddly inconsistent with his overall posture. The more one looked at it, the more it seemed that he hadn't curled up on his own but had been arranged this way after death.

When this thought flashed through his mind, Su Kun shuddered all over. He felt a chill run up his spine to his neck, and his stomach churned violently, but he forced himself to hold it back. He couldn't bear to retch at the sight of a photo of a corpse of someone he knew, especially in front of so many people.

Regardless, the dead deserve respect. Even though it seemed that the deceased Zhang Fuquan might have owed a significant and deadly debt during his lifetime, leading to such a fate as retribution.

Su Kun endured for a while, then turned his head to take a few deep breaths before pushing the photos back across the table. H

is turned head accidentally leaned against Gu Yan's chest, who was floating beside him. Gu Yan froze for a moment but didn't move away, allowing Su Kun to lean against him. The not entirely real sensation carried a cool breath, resting on Su Kun's forehead, clearing his nausea-clouded mind.

Just as he began to feel a bit better, someone knocked on the door twice and handed in a document. The police officer sitting opposite took the stack of printed papers, quickly flipping through them.

Whatever he saw made his face turn pale. He frowned deeply, threw the small pile of papers onto the table, and rested his hands on the table's edge, fingers interlocked, thumbs rubbing heavily against his dry lips before he stopped, looked up at Su Kun, and said, "The forensic team has just released some new findings..."

He pursed his lips and took a breath before continuing, "All of Zhang Fuquan's internal organs were dissolved by drugs, basically turning into a mass of flesh and blood. Do you want to see the pictures?"

Su Kun hastily shook his head, his face turning pale. He looked severely nauseated, likely needing just a bit more to really throw up.

The police officer nodded and then, seeing Su Kun's brain almost rusting from the shock, began re-asking the questions he had previously posed, but in a different order.

As the statement recording reached its latter half, Su Kun felt he had entered a state of numbness. Even though he hadn't done anything physically exhausting, he didn't want to move even a single finger.

As Su Kun's fatigue grew, Gu Yan's patience seemed to reach its limit. Just as he was about to lose his temper, there was another knock on the door.

A younger police officer opened the door and peeked in, then leaned down to whisper a few words to the officer sitting opposite.

Although he spoke very quietly, the room was so silent that Su Kun and Gu Yan, sitting at the table, still caught some fragmented words: "...let us...pause...transfer...department, they..."

Whatever was said seemed to hit a nerve with the sitting officer. His face grew darker as he listened, and by the time the young officer finished speaking, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He seemed unable to bear it, swiped his face with his hand, clicked his tongue, and asked, "Which big shot meddled again and applied to bring those people in? Hmm? This case has just begun, I've only recorded statements from two people, and this is the third. How do they know we can't solve it and are in such a hurry to shove it elsewhere?!"

The young officer noticed that the senior officer's fingers were tapping the table loudly, creating a constant "thump thump" sound. He stopped whispering and said, "This time it wasn't the leadership in the bureau who reported it. Those people approached us proactively."

"What?" The senior officer dug at his ear. "Wait a minute, what do you mean they approached us proactively?"

"Uh... literally," the young officer pointed casually toward the door and said, "They came here in person. It's that Captain Li."

The senior officer's face twitched violently. "That flimsy guy who looks like he could be blown away by a gust of wind? Don't mention him. Just hearing his name makes me..."

The young officer clasped his hands in front of him, bowing his head respectfully, like a submissive spouse.

The senior officer held back his frustration for a while, finally muttering a low curse, "Damn it!"

He slammed the pen he had been fiddling with onto the table and grumbled, "They act like they're the only ones capable in the world, predicting everything before it happens. We haven't even started investigating properly, and he already assumes we'll definitely need their help? Do they take us for useless idiots? This pisses me off!"

The young officer continued to play the submissive role. The faces of the other officers were also not pleasant, as if someone had taken away the meal they had just started eating without any notice, leaving them with nothing.

From the snippets of conversation he had caught earlier and the back-and-forth exchanges now, even with his brain feeling sluggish, Su Kun understood what they meant—they were talking about a department that had come to take over, or rather, fully handle Zhang Fuquan's case.

It seemed this wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened. In the past, cases that these police officers couldn’t resolve would be transferred to that department, but it was usually their superiors who reported and requested the handover. This time, however, that department had approached them directly.

But, as the police officer had pointed out, this case seemed like a typical murder case to ordinary people. The investigation had barely started; why was it receiving such special treatment?

Su Kun slightly turned his head to glance at Gu Yan, his eyes clearly asking: What do you think?

Because of the knocking and the young officer's interruption, Gu Yan managed to suppress his almost explosive anger with rationality. After calming down, he realized that he had been more irritable recently, easily angered.

He wondered if it was the negative effects of consuming those residual souls. However, these inexplicable fits of anger would significantly lessen when he was near Su Kun, feeling that gentle warm flow.

Hovering slightly above the seated Su Kun, Gu Yan's gaze shifted from Su Kun's cat-like eyes to his fluffy hair. After staring for a few seconds, he involuntarily remembered the scene at the door earlier, the soft sensation still lingering between his fingers.

So, instead of getting a response from Gu Yan, Su Kun felt his clawed hand descend onto his head.

Su Kun twitched his mouth, watching as the claw landed on his head again, feeling that familiar cool sensation.

General, could you lower your noble head and let me mess with it a bit too? Su Kun angrily thought to himself.

After rubbing his head twice, Gu Yan finally spoke, “In the past, those so-called difficult cases, were they also like this one, where the perpetrator might not be human?”

Su Kun’s eyes widened: Could it be that they specialize in cases related to supernatural entities? I’ve never heard of such a department in my life! Is this for real?

While he was pondering this, the police officer sitting opposite, visibly impatient, got up, pulled the statements recorded by the female officer next to him, along with part of the autopsy report from the forensic team, and shoved them into the young officer's chest, waving his hand, “Alright, alright, stop looking so grim. Take him out.”

Immediately, Su Kun composed himself and followed the young officer out of the room, winding through the corridors to the front hall.

There, a person was standing who immediately approached them.

Su Kun couldn’t help but scrutinize him, suddenly understanding the senior officer’s earlier frustration. The person before him was slightly shorter than Su Kun, barely over 1.7 meters, with a sharp, skinny chin and a head that seemed a bit large compared to his thin frame, looking indeed like a bean sprout.

This is the captain of that special department?! You’ve got to be kidding!

Su Kun had a sudden ominous feeling that he was about to encounter something bizarre, possibly more than one thing...