Silk Stocking Milk Tea

"So, all you saw was a madman driving a heavy truck and ramming into you like crazy?"

Two hours later, Han Su, Xu Ji, and all the wealthy young men and pretty girls who had attended Young Master Zhang's birthday party had been brought into the Public Security Bureau for questioning.

The matter had become a major incident. Zhang He of the Zhang Family and a somewhat famous leg model, Qiao Meng, had both died from severe injuries in the car accident, while a child of the Xu Family had nearly lost his life in a bizarre attack.

Because the situation was so serious, even the police officers receiving them wore unusually stern expressions as they repeatedly pressed for details of what had happened.

Faced with the police officer's questions, Han Su merely said calmly, "To be precise, I only saw a vehicle. I did not see the driver."

He had already been asked many times, and Han Su's answer had remained the same.

But the flat-top police officer across from him was clearly growing impatient. He stared coldly at Han Su. "No driver? Then how did the vehicle ram into you?"

Han Su met the eyes that seemed ready to spit fire, but did not answer.

He had plenty of experience being questioned by the Guard Hall. Every timeline added countless memories of being detained and interrogated there—more than an ordinary person would experience in a lifetime.

So he had also noticed that this young police officer's attitude seemed off.

No matter how bizarre this incident sounded, it had not been caused by him. He had even saved people, and Xu Ji, a rich young master, was involved. By all rights, he should have received better treatment.

Why, then, was the other man being so aggressive?

Seeing that Han Su was refusing to cooperate, the flat-top police officer's voice grew grim. He said coldly, "And we've already checked every part of that area."

"We found no traces of any heavy truck going up or down the mountain, or colliding with anything."

"Based on the crash evidence, Zhang He and Qiao Meng died because they failed to turn around in time and crashed into the rock face by the road."

"The sports car you and Xu Ji were in also looks more like it failed to brake in time and plunged straight off the cliff. You were simply lucky enough to escape."

"There was no murderous heavy truck!"

"..."

Han Su had personally confirmed that supernatural things beyond ordinary understanding existed in reality. He felt strangely at ease now, and his attitude toward everyone had become much friendlier.

Even when facing the aggressive police officer, he merely smiled helplessly, looked the man sincerely in the eyes, and said, "Officer, there's no use trying to scare me here. Xu Ji was with me the entire time. He experienced everything too."

"Even if I changed my statement to something you could understand, he wouldn't."

"..."

The police officer choked for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the colleague beside him, who had been reading through documents without saying a word.

That colleague slowly put down the papers in his hands. Han Su saw his own name on them, then heard the man lower his voice and say with a smile, "No one would dare detain the eldest young master of the Xu Family. But you might be different."

Han Su froze slightly and looked up at him.

Judging from their insignia, both police officers were ordinary agents at the very bottom of the hierarchy. The one speaking was in his thirties and wore amber-tinted sunglasses.

He looked at Han Su with a smile that was not quite a smile, and there was clearly a deeper meaning in his gaze.

Something abruptly clicked in Han Su's mind. After a pause, he said flatly, "I'm only a witness in this matter. I'm not even one of the parties involved. You have no reason to detain me."

"We do."

The police officer in amber sunglasses leaned back leisurely in his chair, propped both feet on the table, and smiled unhurriedly.

"Your experience was bizarre, and someone died. I have every reason to keep you here to cooperate with the investigation. Of the two people involved, the Xu Family's Young Master at least suffered some scrapes, so we can only let him seek treatment first."

"Since that's the case, it is perfectly reasonable to keep you here to cooperate with the investigation, take a urine test, and recall certain details to supplement your statement."

"At the very least, we can keep you for twenty-four hours."

"Of course, we'll go speak with the Xu Family's Young Master and explain that we're only keeping you for normal cooperation. They can leave first and come pick you up after twenty-four hours."

"..."

Han Su drew a deep breath, realizing that the matter had taken an unexpected turn. He straightened slightly.

His gaze slowly swept over the two men before he asked directly, "You took the Black Table bounty too?"

The flat-top police officer who had questioned him earlier changed expression and was about to slam the table.

But the long-haired officer in amber sunglasses raised a hand to stop him, signaling that there was no need to make too much noise. Then he looked quietly into Han Su's eyes and said,

"I know the dark web you're talking about. It's where all sorts of shady people accept commissions, do work for others, stalk people, take secret photos, even hire killers. We're from the Public Security Bureau and receive pay from the Administrative Hall. Naturally, we don't take such jobs."

"But..."

His voice suddenly dropped. "Do you know how high that bounty is?"

"So high that countless people, both legitimate and criminal, are tempted by it."

"It's clearly just one bounty, but it has already been broken down into many detailed tasks. So even if we don't take the bounty ourselves, as long as we can get even a tiny bit of useful information from you, it'll be worth a lot of money."

"..."

At this point, everything was clear enough.

Those victims' families naturally would not let him go. Or rather, they simply could not let go of the case. But once there was a bounty, others would not let him go either.

He had been extremely careful and had already avoided a great deal of trouble. Even meeting Young Master Zhang had been meant to prevent that trouble.

Yet he had not expected that merely entering the Guard Hall would give someone an opportunity to seize on him.

Seeing his expression, the police officer in amber sunglasses understood.

He gave the flat-top man beside him a look. The irritable flat-top officer immediately rose with some excitement, grabbed a bamboo pole leaning in the corner, and used it to turn the camera toward another direction.

The man in amber sunglasses took a box from the cabinet at his feet. Inside were several strange objects.

There was a thick book that looked as though it had been abused, with impact marks in the middle of the title page.

Then there was a hammer, an oddly shaped nail clipper, a box of tissues, half a bottle of milk tea from who knew when, and even a lock of hair wrapped in plastic.

He poured the milk tea into a paper cup. Then, using scissors, he slowly snipped the hair into bits and dropped them into the cup. Looking at Han Su across the table with a faint smile, he said, "Student, you still have time to think this over carefully..."

The man was as sinister as a venomous snake. His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it was already enough to make the person seated across from him feel uncomfortable all over.

Judging by how practiced he was at saying such things, he had definitely done similar things many times before.

Han Su did not respond. He only looked somewhat annoyed. Yet deep inside, his heart gave a faint thump.

His right eye seemed capable of making that Ghost Truck melt away, so then...

...what about living people?

That strange, wonderful sensation of Mental Power seeping into the real world through the opening of his right eye—the feeling that he could alter the things before him through his own Mental Power.

Could it be used as one of his own "abilities"?

More importantly, if he returned to the Ancient Castle, would this ability still remain with him? Could he use it against those monsters?

Ever since he had seen that Ghost Truck, this thought had lingered in his mind. The urge to test it, which he had struggled to suppress, had long become unbearable. It was so intense that even the two men before him seemed strangely adorable...

When Han Su remained silent, the two police officers exchanged a look. The flat-top officer immediately glanced outside, quietly shut the door tight, and dragged over a chair to wedge beneath the handle.

The police officer in amber sunglasses also poured a bag of expired milk into the paper cup containing the hair clippings, then slowly lifted it and shook it.

The flat-top young agent pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind his back and slowly approached Han Su.

But at that very moment, a loud voice suddenly rang out from outside. "Everyone, this place has been temporarily taken over by us. Leave all statements, recordings, and evidence behind, then wait outside."

"Immediately! Right now!"