In the park, beside the lake, a breeze brushed against their faces.
Artificially generated wind rippled the surface of the entire lake, and the air, carrying a hint of moisture, was exceptionally fresh.
But the two people by the lake had no mood to enjoy this beautiful moment.
"What I want, you can't give me." Detective lit a cigarette. This was a privilege Lin Qi had granted him.
Cigarettes were a scarce, quota-controlled commodity. Only those who had obtained the proper qualifications had the right to buy them.
Whistleblower could not help but chuckle. "You know nothing about our capabilities. They all say you're Detective. Out of respect for that title, tell me what you want—what is it that we can't give you?"
Detective smiled without smiling. "The truth."
Whistleblower's expression first froze, then quickly turned cold, even somewhat awkward.
"You see? You can't give it to me. Your expression already told me the answer." Detective grinned teasingly. "If this is all you're capable of, then our conversation can end here."
Whistleblower watched Detective rise to his feet and stood up as well. "What if I told you... we could give you immense power, and even let you obtain eternal life?"
A moment of confusion appeared in Detective's eyes, but they soon sharpened again. "So you're using religious rituals to conceal your true purpose. It's an Evil Sacrifice..."
Whistleblower said nothing, but it was obvious he had tacitly admitted it.
Detective shook his head. "Compared to eternal life, I still think the truth is more important."
He was about to leave when Whistleblower reached out and grabbed him. "Is all this really that important?"
"In the face of wealth, power, women, strength, or eternal life?"
"What the hell could make you give all that up just to choose some damn