Mysterious Website

Wenren Sheng led the three of them down the stairs to the underground parking garage.

As Zhao Han hurried downstairs behind him, she asked curiously, "Teacher Wenren, why do you take the stairs every time you go up or down? Is there some reason for that?"

"Hmph, you don't even know that?" Wu Shanshan shot her a sidelong glance and cut in. "Figures, you're a new transfer student. Let me tell you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Senior..." Zhao Han quickly thanked her, taking out her notebook to make notes.

She wore a faintly grateful smile, but her intuition told her that the other woman seemed very unwilling to let her grow closer to Wenren Sheng. It was as though she could not even exchange one extra word with him.

Yet the mutant she had awakened clearly told her to get close to this Wenren Sheng while staying away from the other person.

Sure enough, nothing was easy once one entered the Mysterious Realm. It seemed Wu Shanshan already disliked her.

"Elevators are enclosed, cramped spaces. You're often less than a meter away from strangers, which is considered a danger zone by default. Eighteen point three percent of mysterious attacks occur inside elevators. Unless there's an emergency, taking the stairs is a better choice. If you keep it up over time, it may even slightly improve your Extraordinary Physique." Wu Shanshan answered with some pride. "Teacher Wenren talked about all this in class."

"Oh, if that's the case, then we can run to the scene," Zhao Han immediately drew an inference. "It's only 23.3 kilometers from here to Tianqiao Stadium. We can get there in half an hour at most."

"Zhao is very smart," Xu Yunshuang said with a smile and a nod. However, rather than answering her question, she changed the subject. "Many mutant holders who specialize in combat never use any means of transportation. Some extremists even reject all technological tools that bring convenience. For instance, they won't use any cooking utensils even when preparing food..."

"That's really extreme. I can't imagine it. How do they cook without any utensils?" Zhao Han asked in surprise. She did not press the previous question further, because she suddenly realized how foolish her suggestion had been.

If they really ran there, in broad daylight, wouldn't that completely ruin the beautiful ladies' image...

They chatted as they walked and soon reached the parking garage.

By then, Wenren Sheng's driver had already brought the car to the stairwell exit and was waiting for the four of them.

While the three women had been talking, Wenren Sheng naturally had not wasted any time. He had already notified the driver.

"Hmm, my car might be a little cramped." Wenren Sheng glanced at them, then turned to the three women. "Would you mind squeezing in?"

"It's not cramped at all. Wenren, you can sit on my lap." Wu Shanshan blinked her long, narrow eyes and spoke as if it were only natural.

"Wow." Zhao Han suddenly blushed and held her cheeks. "Is this the adult world?"

Wenren Sheng was speechless. He opened one of the rear doors for them. "Wu Shanshan, have some restraint in public. For safety's sake, the three of you should squeeze into the back seat."

"I understand. You mean I don't need to restrain myself in private, right?" Wu Shanshan seized the chance to say.

"Uh, pretend I didn't say anything," Wenren Sheng said helplessly.

At that moment, his driver, Driver Li Shuangyue, had already stepped out and opened the front passenger door for him, then opened the rear door on the other side for the three women.

Wenren Sheng got directly into the front passenger seat, then closed his eyes as though he were going to rest.

"Tch, I don't want other women riding in the same car as you." Wu Shanshan seemed a little disappointed. She pursed her lips and briskly headed toward a red sports car parked nearby, looking back at the other two women. "You two, come ride in my car."

Xu Yunshuang merely smiled without replying. She let Zhao Han get into the back seat first, then got in from the other side.

After the three got in, the driver checked the doors and smoothly started the car.

Once the car got moving, it left the parking garage and turned onto the main road. Zhao Han took the opportunity to ask Xu Yunshuang, "Senior Wu won't get angry over this, will she?"

"She won't. She's not as petty as you think," Xu Yunshuang reassured her, then seemed to take a deep breath as if absentmindedly.

The red sports car quickly caught up. Zhao Han turned to look and saw Wu Shanshan in the driver's seat, her gaze seemingly cold as she stared at their car.

Something seemed off, but why was Xu Yunshuang so certain that she was not angry?

Tianqiao Stadium security room.

He Sancai squatted on the floor, watching the door uneasily.

His hands were cuffed to a cold radiator with silver-white handcuffs bearing strange patterns, while his legs were shackled with matching patterned restraints.

The room was empty. He was the only one inside.

That treatment sent chills down his spine.

No way. I only made a few ambiguous calls. They're not going to execute me over that, are they?

In his rather vague understanding of the law, criminals put in leg irons were often sentenced to severe punishment, even death. He was only a soccer referee and desperately wished a lawyer could tell him that was not the case.

He thought nervously, filled with fear and an overwhelming sense of regret.

Why had he, in a fit of anger, thought of such a childish way to get revenge?

Granted, being obsessed with that kind of idol's wife was even more childish. But at worst, he could have gotten a divorce. Why had he acted on impulse and done something so stupid that might land him in prison?

He had truly lost his mind.

As he wallowed in self-reproach, the door finally opened from outside.

He looked up and saw two men enter first. One was a man he hated, and the other was also a man he hated.

Perhaps it was because both of them had a confidence and composure he lacked, and even seemed to be looking down on him?

Three women followed behind them, each wearing a large pair of wide-framed goggles that covered nearly half her face.

But judging by their figures, all three were excellent, far better than his wife, who spent every day at the gym.

"I was framed!" he immediately said, trying to straighten up. Chains clattered around his feet, and his cuffed hands, secured to the radiator, stopped his attempt.

"Shut up! He Sancai, do you know how serious an incident you nearly caused?"

The one rebuking him was a Middle-aged Man among the two men. He had stern features, sharp eyes, and a muscular build.

He Sancai quickly calmed down. Though he did not know why, he hated the two men and did not want to say a word to them.

But he was someone who often stood before tens of thousands of people. He possessed considerable willpower and rationality, and understood that refusing to answer would only bring worse consequences.

"Gentlemen, I may have made some calls that could have been mistaken, but that was merely an issue with my professional ability..." He began repeating his defense.

He was directing those words at the other young man who had just arrived.

The Middle-aged Man glared at him and cut him off. "Whether they were mistaken is for us to determine. This is an expert specially responsible for handling extraordinary matters. You'd better cooperate properly. Remember, lying will do you no good. It will only infinitely magnify what was originally your limited responsibility."

Before He Sancai could respond, the Middle-aged Man respectfully said to the young man beside him, "Manager Wenren, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll stand guard outside. Please call me anytime if you need anything."

"Alright, Inspector Liu. Thank you for your hard work." Wenren Sheng slightly bowed in acknowledgment.

"Not at all, you're too polite." Inspector Liu also bowed slightly, nodded to the three girls behind him, then turned and walked out of the security room. He stood outside the door and thoughtfully closed it gently behind him.

"Hello, Manager Wenren." He Sancai suppressed the disgust in his heart and greeted him somewhat ingratiatingly.

Wenren Sheng did not speak. He merely stared at him.

The three girls behind him took out small notebooks and began recording something.

A new string of information appeared in Wenren Sheng's eyes.

"He Sancai."

"Mystery Points: 2/3."

"Mysterious composition: Related person of 'The Angry Judge,' ???"

He Sancai felt a little creeped out under that gaze, as though every secret on his body had been laid bare. That inexplicable feeling of disgust grew even stronger.

After a while, he finally heard the man's cool voice. "Within the past month, have you come into contact with anyone unusual, or has anything unusual happened to you?"

"Within a month?" He Sancai was startled.

He immediately thought that the other party wanted to help him. As long as he could think of some unusual experience, he could shift the responsibility away.

Once he understood that, the tension in his heart eased, and that inexplicable disgust immediately faded by more than half.

Things that had happened within the past month, people he had met... He desperately searched his memories.

"Oh, I remember! I visited a Q&A forum and asked a question... What should I do if my wife doesn't want to lower our quality of life and won't let me take out a mortgage to buy a house?"

"Then someone sent me a private message, saying he could help me solve that problem, and gave me a link."

"I clicked the link and arrived at a website, then registered according to the instructions."

"What was the website called?" Wenren Sheng pressed.

"Great Austria Something True Something Online?" He Sancai suddenly slapped his cuffed hands hard against his forehead. "Why can't I remember it?"

Wenren Sheng said nothing and stared at him again.

"He Sancai."

"Mystery Points: 1/3."

"Mysterious composition: Related person of a mysterious incident, registrant of Mysterious Website, ???"