Aftermath (Please Vote)

This person was Hu Qi.

His expression was grim as he swiftly packed up all the clothes on him, the synthetic leather gloves, and the wig.

Then, beside a nearby trash bin, he found a black garbage bag he had previously packed and hidden underneath it.

Trash like this was usually not cleared away until around dawn.

So no one had touched it yet.

He took out a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid he had prepared earlier, unscrewed the cap, and poured it directly over the packed wig and clothes.

The moment the acid touched them, it immediately let out a sizzling sound, turning into wisps of bluish smoke that curled upward.

The wig and clothes instantly blackened and curled, then snapped apart, finally melting into a nauseating puddle of black sludge.

It flowed down into the sewer pipe.

Once he had finished all this,

Hu Qi turned and left.

A few minutes later, at another alley entrance, a young man with a delinquent air, dyed red hair, and earrings emerged.

He then entered a nearby shopping mall.

It was not until after ten at night that Hu Qi, restored to his original appearance, followed the crowd out of the mall.

He carried several bags of snacks in his hands, no different from any ordinary person.

After returning home, Hu Qi entered the bathroom and turned on the shower to wash himself.

Only when scalding hot water poured down from above did he finally let out a long breath.

His gaze fell on the Skills section of the panel before him.

Forensic Technique (Mastery) Trait: Meticulous as a Strand of Hair

Makeup (Mastery) Trait: Disguise

Over the past few days, aside from keeping watch on Lu Shi and Jiang Yu Yan's movements every day, he had spent the rest of his time learning these two skills.

After getting started with both skills, he used Modification Points to raise them.

Perhaps it was because practicing Combat Technique had strengthened his physique.

Or perhaps these two skills leaned more toward memorization and were simpler than skills like Combat Technique.

Thus, they did not consume many Modification Points.

The two skills had consumed only four Modification Points.

Hu Qi had successfully raised them to Mastery, gaining two distinct traits in the process.

The former heightened his concentration, allowing him to notice details ordinary people would struggle to detect.

The latter allowed him to control his facial expressions and voice to a certain extent, achieving a level of realism that could pass for the genuine article.

With this skill, if he became an actor, he would absolutely be worthy of an award for Best Actor.

The entire process and every detail of this incident replayed continuously in Hu Qi's mind.

He had considered nearly every detail: voice, scent, fingerprints, hair, and so on. He had dealt with them all.

Of course, if this had been a normal, ordinary Technology World, Hu Qi was confident he would not have left behind a single trace.

But this world was clearly anything but normal. The existence of monsters, as well as Limit-Breaking Methods that shattered the limits of the human body,

all proved how extraordinary this world was.

On top of that, Lu Shi's background was far from simple. He had heard that his father's early rise to wealth had not been clean.

There was no telling whether he had connections to something that possessed Supernatural Power.

What he had done carried no small risk.

But Hu Qi did not regret it. What in this world came without risk?

You could even fall into the latrine while taking a dump.

It was not as though he had not given them a chance, but they had not cherished it at all.

Since others had made up their minds to deal with him, blindly enduring, retreating, and begging for mercy would not earn the abusers' pity.

They would only think he was easy to bully, just like in some cases of school bullying.

When facing bullies, if you stood tougher and acted more ruthlessly, you might not avoid being bullied entirely, but you definitely would not be bullied so miserably.

That was simply Hu Qi's nature.

He would never play some "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" game with them. He could not wait that long.

Although he had frightened those punks with a beating that day, there was no guarantee they would not send someone else to trouble him again.

If they came again, it certainly would not be as simple as a few little thugs.

An open spear was easy to dodge; a hidden arrow was hard to guard against.

Rather than stay on guard against them every day, it was better to deal with them directly and save himself the trouble.

The only thing Hu Qi found regrettable was this.

He had originally intended to send Lu Shi's father down to accompany him as well. After all, a family ought to be together in the end—what was the point of leaving one behind?

Unfortunately, perhaps because the man had offended too many people in his youth,

whenever he went out, he was always accompanied by at least four or five bodyguards.

There was simply no good opportunity to act.

Hu Qi raised a hand and wiped the droplets from his face, his gaze clear.

"Unfortunately, I only wanted to practice Combat Technique properly. If you people had not insisted on causing me trouble again and again, how would things have come to this?"

"Even if I'm a good person, you can't push me this far!"

After killing Lu Shi and Jiang Yu Yan, Hu Qi felt strangely calm.

There was none of the nausea, fear, or other discomfort he had imagined.

This made Hu Qi wonder whether he was somewhat of a psychopath.

Perhaps his strength had grown too quickly, or perhaps it was the mindset of a transmigrator at work.

Although he had been in this world for over a month already,

he had always felt there was an invisible barrier between himself and this world, like the mindset of a player playing a game.

Would players feel uncomfortable when killing monsters? Obviously not.

"Forget it. No matter what, at least this feeling isn't bad."

His hair hung limp from the water, making the eyes hidden beneath his bangs seem dark and unreadable.

That night, the starlight was dim.

Number One Mansion, beside the landscaping below Building Three.

By now, a circle of yellow police tape had already been set up, and investigators in official uniforms could be seen everywhere around the area.

"Old Sun, how is it? Any clues?"

At that moment, a square-faced middle-aged man strode over from one side.

He wore a jet-black standard Xiya Federation police uniform. Several orange-yellow flame patterns adorned the cuffs and shoulders.

Judging by the pattern, the man before them was unmistakably a Third-Rank Inspector.

The square-faced middle-aged man's gaze swept over the two mangled, bloody corpses on the ground before settling on the Old Man in a white coat crouching nearby.

He was thin and gaunt, with a long beard hanging from his chin.

Hearing this, Old Sun rose to his feet, adjusted his glasses, and shook his head slightly.

"Based on the preliminary examination of the bodies, neither corpse shows any obvious signs of a struggle."

"There are clear strangulation marks on both their necks. It can be determined that this was homicide, and an overwhelmingly one-sided suppression at that."

At this point, he paused, as though there was something he could not understand.

"Stop beating around the bush. If there's more, say it!"

The square-faced middle-aged man frowned.

"It's just that I found no third party's fingerprints on either of them.

And under normal circumstances, even if they fell from a building, they could not possibly have landed this far away!"

Old Sun pointed toward the distance between Building Three and this location.

Under normal circumstances, when a person fell from a building,

the distance between where they landed and the building depended on many factors.

These included their initial speed and angle at the moment of falling, the wind, and whether they collided or rubbed against the building.

Normally, if someone fell straight down freely without any outside force acting on them, they should land directly beneath the building.

The deviation could range from a few dozen centimeters to several meters.

But from this angle, they had landed far too far away.

The square-faced man frowned.