No! That's not it, I still deeply love her!

When Yuan Zhu woke up again, it was already dark, and the car was parked in the parking lot of the Run Ning City Security Bureau. He was shaken awake, the harsh noise from the broken car did not shake his sleepiness at all.

"Wake up, we've arrived."

"Ah...!"

He yawned widely, looking blankly at the stranger in front of him. Who am I? Where am I? What happened? In a daze, Yuan Zhu got out of the car, following the middle-aged man towards a three-story cement building. Slowly, he also recalled his previous encounters, while curiously looking at the Run Ning police station.

In the New Federation, there is no concept of a police station, replaced by the Security Bureau, which is a general term. The Security Bureau is divided into multiple functional departments, some responsible for daily civil disputes and criminal cases. But more are responsible for supernatural disasters, beast attacks, pollution incidents, involving the undead, involving aliens... and so on.

This seemingly dilapidated small building in front of him encompasses all kinds of talents. The scope of business ranges from drunk and disorderly conduct to soul possession, marital infidelity to time-space travel, encompassing everything.

He even saw a moose, chewing on a pack of cigarettes, slowly walking out of the Security Bureau's gate, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Wait, what just happened? Did I see things?

Pushing the door open, Yuan Zhu felt like he had entered a bustling flea market, filled with noise.

Some people were handcuffed, crying sadly, some were shouting and making noise, some were emotionally stable, radiant and very talkative... some were nervously looking around in panic, and after their eyes inadvertently met Yuan Zhu's, they screamed in even greater fear.

Walking through the crowded corridor, Yuan Zhu felt his eyes were opened. He didn't linger on the first floor, heading straight to the second floor along the cement steps, and the environment instantly became much quieter. Young Man Han went ahead to hand in the equipment.

Compared to the shared large space on the first floor, the second floor was artificially divided into many small single rooms. Most of them were occupied and in use.

Yuan Zhu was led by the middle-aged man to a long row of seats against the wall, and said, "Little brother, wait here for a while, I'll contact the testing experts to conduct another round of deviation tests on you. As long as you pass, you'll basically be fine. Wait a moment."

After the middle-aged man left, Yuan Zhu sat down alone, with two strangers also waiting for judgment on his left. The one further away, in his 30s with an ordinary appearance, had a silent and serious expression, staring intently at the floor pattern with his head down, with no intention of communicating.

The one closer to him, about 20 years old, was wearing brightly colored clothes, which looked similar to Earth casual wear. This young man looked much more flustered, occasionally raising his hand to stroke his throat, pressing back and forth on his chest and abdomen.

The other party exuded a weak aura, at a loss, as if he was easy to bully.

So Yuan Zhu couldn't help but nudge him with his elbow, and said familiarly, "Hey, brother. What's your situation? What did you do? Why were you brought here?"

"Huh? Me?" The young man shuddered, turned his head to look at Yuan Zhu, who had a curious expression, then pointed to himself in confusion, and then shook his head fiercely to deny, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't, I'm innocent! I'm the victim!"

"Tell me, what happened? I'm also an innocent victim who was passively involved in a case, we can exchange experiences." Yuan Zhu made up a story: More than forty people died on my side, what about yours?

It was also his first time in the station, and with the Little Elf's soothing comfort, he was not nervous or scared, but instead felt curious and wanted to learn more about the situation, which would be helpful to him.

The young man next to him was obviously also flustered, wanting to find someone to confide in to relieve his inner pressure, so he confessed like he was turning himself in, "Okay, okay. I have a girlfriend I've been dating for 3 months, and our relationship is on the rise. A week ago, she invited me to her house for dinner, and also wanted to introduce me to her parents and siblings."

Yuan Zhu, who had zero dating experience, nodded and commented pretentiously, "The progress is very good, you can meet the parents after only 3 months."

"That's what I thought too, I was very happy and excited at the time. The first dinner was also pleasant, and afterwards she said that her parents had a very good impression of me, and then she invited me to her house for dinner every week. I was always warmly welcomed, and the food was also delicious."

Yuan Zhu: "So, why were you brought to the Security Bureau?"

Hearing this question, a look of fear appeared in the young man's eyes: "From the third time I finished eating at her house, I fell into nightmares, and then I had difficulty breathing, and I always had the illusion that there was a foreign object in my body. I thought it was lack of rest or illness, but the situation continued to worsen, and her family became more and more strange, and I seemed to be able to hear strange sounds. Finally... ugh, ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man couldn't help but breathe heavily, reaching out to press his chest, and then opened his mouth wide, spitting out thin, small tentacles connected to green eyeballs.

The tentacles looked like small squid legs, with a large eyeball, blinking bulingbuling, wriggling forward like earthworms dragging their eyeballs. Trying to crawl towards Yuan Zhu's shoes.

Pa-ji!

Startled, Yuan Zhu raised his foot and stomped on the BB-sized eyeballs, making a crisp sound, splashing green mucus, and emitting a strange fragrance, which was very appetizing.

"I... um..."

The young man just wanted to say something, but he still covered his mouth and dry heaved, and then coughed from being suffocated, and a few more lifelike tentacles emerged from his nostrils. His eyes were helpless and scared.

Yuan Zhu hesitated: "Uh... don't say it. I can probably guess..."

"No! It's not like that, I still love her deeply! I was brought to the Security Bureau for investigation, and it has nothing to do with the food she fed me. But in today's dinner, there were two severed fingers of an elf. Her family is suspected of being related to the disappearance of a foreign elf..."

Yuan Zhu had a black question mark face: "Nani?!"

"Don't chat, the expert has already arranged it for you. It's already dark, and I have to work overtime, what a trouble." The middle-aged man appeared behind Yuan Zhu, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled not to gossip about other people's privacy.

Yuan Zhu, who was getting up to leave, couldn't help but ask the young man, "So, what are you panicking about?"

The young man said, "I heard that the elf has a special identity, a high status, and is a cultivator from the Overseas Immortal Mountain, whose body has been blessed by immortals. I'm worried that I've been cursed and suffered unknown pollution... ugh..."

"You're already spitting out living tentacles, and you're still worried about being cursed and polluted?" Is that elf's name Sukuna?

Chewing the small tentacles in his mouth, the young man replied with a 'don't worry' smile: "This is okay!"

Yuan Zhu was dragged away by the middle-aged man with a belly full of unwillingness. On the way to the interrogation room, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you think that guy has been polluted and eroded, his spirit has been distorted, and he can't tell whether he's been polluted or not? He's already spitting out tentacles, and he's still 'this is okay'?"

The middle-aged man Fatty Wang looked at him strangely, and sighed, "Hey, Little Brother Yuan, your life must be very hard, right?"

Yuan Zhu asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The middle-aged Fatty Wang replied, "Those living eyeball tentacles he just vomited are a popular dish these days called 'Suleiman's Gaze'. Only upper-middle-class families can afford to eat that. His girlfriend's family is quite well-off. The reason he's panicking is that he's afraid his girlfriend's family is really involved in some case, and he won't be able to live that kind of life anymore."

"Huh?!" Yuan Zhu tilted his head, mouth agape, looking puzzled.jpg. Asking for votes, recommendations, comments... and following the updates.