Eyes, Requesting Monthly Tickets, Recommendation Tickets

7:00 PM.

Tin City, West District, 153 Higgins Street.

This was the location of Professor Jeffrey's apartment. The atmosphere here was exceptionally quiet at this moment, especially with two Ministry of Internal Affairs officers standing guard outside the door.

If one were to enter the apartment building, they would find at least two officers stationed at the entrance of every floor.

Inside an apartment on the east side of the third floor of this elegant, high-end building.

The living room was packed with people, yet it was deathly silent.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs officers wore solemn expressions, but besides them, two agents from the Clovin Third Bureau were waiting with furrowed brows.

The reason the Clovin agents were here was due to a request for assistance from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Within the Empire's administrative system, the Imperial Security Committee oversaw everything, but the department they dealt with most frequently was the Ministry of Internal Affairs police organization.

At this moment, the young teaching assistant from the Imperial Industrial University—Allen—was curled up on the living room sofa. He gripped a glass of water tightly with both hands but hadn't taken a single sip. His entire body was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes hollow; clearly, he had yet to recover from the unimaginably horrific scene in the study.

He was the one who had called the police. After discovering Professor Jeffrey's carbonized corpse, he had practically crawled out of the apartment before running to the nearby police station to plead for help in a state of incoherence.

Later, when the police discovered that the incident exceeded their capabilities, they had no choice but to contact Clovin.

Just then, two men wearing deep gray trench coats, whose demeanor stood in stark contrast to the surrounding police, walked into the apartment.

The middle-aged man in the lead was about forty, with a resolute face, eyes like a hawk, and a steady gait. Kalieqin belonged to the Clovin Third Bureau, specifically a unit rarely known to outsiders—the "Special Affairs Group."

Following behind him was a younger investigator, looking nervous as he tried to mimic his senior's composure.

Soon, the two Clovin agents from the Third Bureau in the living room approached Kalieqin to provide a brief report.

After listening to the report, Kalieqin's gaze swept across the living room, finally landing on the trembling Allen. His voice was low but carried unquestionable authority: "You were the first to discover this and call the police?"

Allen shuddered violently like a frightened rabbit and nodded. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he didn't know what to say to face the questions from the police and the Clovin agent.

Kalieqin did not press further; his attention had already shifted to the ajar study door.

Even from a distance, his Inspiration could sense the extremely uncomfortable residual fluctuations emanating from behind the door crack.

He raised a hand to signal his young assistant, the surrounding police, and the two Clovin agents to stay put, then pushed the door open alone.

Even with Kalieqin's experience and mental fortitude, the sight inside the study made his pupils contract sharply.

Total carbonization, an energy release range that defied logic... this was by no means an ordinary fire, and that was compounded by this hidden, residual fluctuation.

He exited the study, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He looked at the Ministry of Internal Affairs officer in charge of the scene, his young assistant, and the other Clovin agents from his bureau, his voice firm and decisive:

"Immediately upgrade the quarantine level! All original residents of this apartment building are to be quarantined inside; no one is allowed to leave, regardless of their status."

He spoke in the coldest, most serious tone: "With this apartment building as the center, everyone within a radius of... at least one hundred meters must be evacuated!

Extend the blockade line and expand outward; establish a contamination buffer zone!

Without direct orders from Clovin superiors, no one is to approach!"

He paused, then added: "Notify the bureau and file an upward report; it would be best if the Special Affairs Bureau could send an execution team directly to handle this."

The orders were executed rapidly.

Kalieqin took a deep breath. The current situation was far beyond what a single team from the Third Bureau could handle, especially since the others in his group were already occupied with other assignments.

Clovin had eight execution bureaus in total, each with a Special Affairs Group. Within these groups, senior investigators possessed direct mobilization authority within Clovin that was no less than that of a bureau chief.

However, besides the eight publicly known execution bureaus, Clovin also had a non-public Ninth Bureau, also known as the "Special Affairs Bureau."

All members of the Special Affairs Bureau were senior investigators, just like Kalieqin.

Kalieqin had the junior investigator by his side record the report. He dictated: "The scene confirms the presence of extremely high-intensity Psionic energy residue. Classified as a malignant Psionic runaway event. Contamination level is at least 'Beta', possibly higher.

Source—suspected to be related to the late Professor Jeffrey Gito.

Requesting highest-level attention and recommending the activation of cross-departmental collaboration protocols."

This was the basic report, but next, he had to attempt to use his Inspiration to confirm the specific situation of the Psionic contamination here.

He told the junior investigator to stay away from him and forbade him from entering the study.

The difference between a junior investigator and a senior investigator was that senior investigators could control their own Inspiration, whereas junior investigators, despite their training, still lacked sufficient control. If the latter were to enter the study rashly, they would likely face Psionic infection, or worse, a total Psionic breakdown.

When Kalieqin walked into the study alone once more, he closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and used his innate, rigorously trained Inspiration to perceive.

In an instant, the "vision" in his consciousness changed.

First, it was pitch black, and then a dark red, viscous Psionic residue, like congealed blood, permeated the darkness, forming the basic outline of the study.

The air seemed to twist, and countless tiny, insane whispers tried to pierce his consciousness like needles.

On the carbonized layers of the walls, floor, and ceiling, countless twisted, non-Euclidean geometric imprints were branded—scars left by high-concentration Psionic energy contamination.

He could even perceive several faint "gazes," seemingly composed of pure malice, projecting into the room from indescribable dimensions, filled with greed and the desire for destruction.

"Damn it..." Kalieqin cursed under his breath and began to back out of the study, fine cold sweat seeping from his temples.

Even a brief contact with that lingering madness made his soul tremble.

But then, Kalieqin noticed something wrong. Why was there a beam of light extending behind him? He turned slowly, focusing his Inspiration directly in front of him.

It was that guy who had discovered the scene and called the police first. Above the man's head, there was actually a pair of eyes radiating Radiance!

At this moment, those eyes were looking at him with great interest!

"Ah!!!"

Kalieqin suddenly let out a scream, falling to the ground, his hands clutching his eyes tightly.

But it was useless... covering his eyes was a physical instinct. At this moment, his Inspiration had not been retracted or closed in time; he was still passively observing those terrifying eyes.