Let Me Use Your Eyes

Public Security was quite different from law-abiding criminal police officers.

Public Security often spread their wings along the edge of the law; breaking and entering was routine for them, and they were not bound by so many rules.

In other words, Jiang Xia thought, if Amuro Tooru truly wanted to investigate, there was no way he would come up empty-handed when faced with an ordinary murder case.

Although Amuro Tooru was fundamentally a Public Security officer, outwardly he was a ruthless big shot in the organization, with no authority over ordinary murder cases.

At the same time, though, he really did carry the title of "Detective."

And Jiang Xia felt that in this world, anyone with even a bit of a detective buff only needed a slight kick toward the edge of a case...

They would get themselves tangled up in it, tirelessly investigate the case, and seek the truth... very reassuring.

Thinking this, Jiang Xia leaned closer to the photographs and gave Amuro Tooru a detailed account of the case.

Then he began dropping hints. "If you know someone committed a murder, and have even guessed the rough process of how they killed, but there's no physical evidence at all, what should you do?"

Amuro Tooru casually picked up a photograph and examined it. "Traces of something that truly happened are difficult to erase completely. Since you can deduce the Modus Operandi, follow the suspect's movements at the time, consider their thoughts, simulate their actions, review their movements... and find traces proving that it happened."

Jiang Xia: "..." It seemed Amuro Tooru had no intention of getting involved.

Jiang Xia patiently continued hinting. "What if you still can't find anything?"

"Then stop looking." Amuro Tooru tossed the photo onto the table and said indifferently, "Not every case can be solved."

He, Furuya Rei, was a professional Undercover Agent.

Every identity came with its own corresponding personality.

—Furuya Rei was Furuya Rei, Amuro Tooru was Amuro Tooru, and Bourbon was Bourbon.

They were different.

Faced with Jiang Xia, an organization member, Amuro Tooru spent a fraction of a second choosing a Persona. Then he decided that the identity of "Bourbon" suited this situation best.

However, after saying that, Amuro Tooru gave Jiang Xia a slightly surprised look.

He had not expected Jiang Xia to be so persistent about solving cases.

After agreeing to let Jiang Xia come work part-time, Amuro Tooru had gathered information about him through every Red and Black channel available.

Then he found that Jiang Xia's experiences really were not too different from what he had described himself.

His psychological problems genuinely existed as well. There were treatment records; Sherry had not been making a fuss.

There was also one more surprising thing—after being discharged from the hospital and returning to school a year ago, Jiang Xia's grades had begun steadily climbing across the board.

Once they reached the top, they never came back down. Whether it was a quiz, midterm, or final, every single subject received full marks.

Amuro Tooru fell silent as he looked at that stack of bug-like report cards.

It was then that he suddenly realized he seemed to have picked up a talent.

Although Jiang Xia was still somewhat inferior to geniuses who earned doctorates in their teens, like Sherry.

At this rate, Jiang Xia getting into a top university and benefiting society would be the natural course of things.

And talent should belong to the country.

What was the point of letting him shine in the Black Organization?

Thinking that, Amuro Tooru briefly sank into thought.

There were too many defenses around Sherry. She would be difficult to lure away.

But Jiang Xia's parents were both dead, and no one was watching over him at all.

Besides, from the looks of things, Jiang Xia did not feel much loyalty toward the organization. He had merely stayed because he had nowhere else to go, acting as an emotionless mission machine.

Thinking this, Amuro Tooru tapped the photograph with his fingertips and said with apparent disdain:

"Why think so much about it? There's no Commission Fee anyway. Why not toss the clues you've already got to the police and let them find the evidence themselves? Those Tax Thieves have eaten so much of the taxpayers' money; it's about time they did some work."

He was subtly conveying one message—go to the police when you have a problem.

Amuro Tooru felt that at Jiang Xia's age, his mindset was actually easy to influence.

As long as calling the police worked this time, Jiang Xia got a taste of the benefits, and remembered that "the police are there when something happens," then after enough similar incidents, would he still be afraid Jiang Xia would not grow closer to the police?

Jiang Xia gave Amuro Tooru a surprised glance and mentally noted: daily insult toward himself, 1/1.

At the same time, he considered Amuro Tooru's intentions from a God's-eye view, and suddenly had a flash of insight, vaguely understanding what Amuro Tooru was after.

Thinking that.

Jiang Xia changed his tone and put on the same disdainful expression as Amuro Tooru.

"You're right. Even though the police definitely won't find anything, at least we can make things difficult for them and let them experience what it feels like when the bad guy is right in front of them, yet they can't catch him."

The corner of Amuro Tooru's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

...How dare he look down on the police.

Still, Jiang Xia could not be blamed entirely.

The organization must have drilled these ideas into him.

That utterly evil Black Organization did nothing good all day and poisoned the next generation.

Sooner or later, he would uproot this whole bunch of pests threatening the country's future...

However, no matter what Amuro Tooru thought inside, when someone else was viciously criticizing the police, all he could do outwardly was Keep Smiling.

Under his fake smile, Jiang Xia walked over to the table, gathered up the photographs, and headed out with them. He was ready to take Amuro Tooru's advice—go report the case to the police.

After confirming that Jiang Xia had left, Amuro Tooru walked to the door and clicked the lock shut.

Then he took out his phone and sent the case details Jiang Xia had just mentioned to his subordinates, telling them that after receiving the clues Jiang Xia submitted, they were to coordinate with the police force in Gunma Prefecture—the place where the body had been discovered—to investigate the case without exposing themselves.

...It was time to improve the police's credibility in front of the Black Organization's next generation and lead the young man away from darkness.

The email was sent successfully very quickly.

His subordinates swiftly replied, "Received."

Amuro Tooru put away his phone in satisfaction.

But soon, Jiang Xia's disdain when mentioning the police flashed through his mind, and his steps toward home paused slightly.

In fact, although he disliked hearing people insult the police, Amuro Tooru also knew that his colleagues could sometimes be quite unreliable...

After hesitating for a moment, Amuro Tooru decided to make the trip himself. Gunma Prefecture was not far anyway.

The first time was extremely important.

Judging by Jiang Xia's attitude just now, he had very little faith in the police's abilities.

If this report failed, Jiang Xia definitely would not make a second attempt in the future.

Besides, he had nothing important to do these next few days. He could treat it as a diversion...

Thinking this, Amuro Tooru locked the Detective Agency door and headed straight for the parking lot.

The moment Jiang Xia emerged from the street corner, the Metropolitan Police Department was directly across from him.

After submitting the relevant materials, Jiang Xia did not immediately return to the Detective Agency.

He was worried about interrupting Amuro Tooru as he dispatched his tools.

So Jiang Xia took a walk around the nearby area, intending to leave Amuro Tooru enough time to make several phone calls.

As he passed by a certain place, the Ghost Infant that had been lying on his shoulder suddenly sat upright and excitedly poked him over and over.

Jiang Xia froze, then followed the Ghost Infant's direction and saw an old, weathered building.

Looking more closely, he saw the peeling sign at its entrance read—Medieval Art Exhibition Hall.

...An exhibition hall?

Jiang Xia: "..." Places like this really were hotspots for cases.

And judging by the Ghost Infant's reaction, the case inside the exhibition hall was probably still in progress. There had to be Killing Intent or a Ghost inside. It would not be a loss to take a look.

Thinking this, Jiang Xia gave the reporting Ghost Infant a couple of affectionate rubs, feeling a little touched.

After putting on the detective buff, life really had become easier.

His efforts running around all this time had not been in vain.

Soon, Jiang Xia turned on his heel and casually headed toward the Art Museum, looking like an ordinary Tourist who had suddenly decided to improve his cultural literacy.

The exhibition hall was already on the verge of closing down, and there were very few visitors.

Jiang Xia knocked on the Ticket Office window, waking the Ticket Seller who had been secretly looking in a mirror, then bought a ticket and entered.

He stopped in the first-floor lobby and looked over the Exhibition Hall layout.

Then, following the Ghost Infant's direction, he headed toward the target.

The first floor had been divided into several large sections—the Sky Exhibition Hall, Ocean Exhibition Hall, Land Exhibition Hall...

And one more: the "Hell Exhibition Hall."

Recalling the layout, Jiang Xia passed through the empty Corridor and arrived before the doors of the Hell Exhibition Hall.

Unlike the other exhibition halls, the Hell Exhibition Hall had no lights on.

Near the entrance, he could barely see by borrowing the light from the corridor. Further inside, it was completely pitch-black.

Jiang Xia: "..." No matter how Hell-themed it was, it should not be so dark that they did not even turn on the lights—suspicious, extremely suspicious.

...Which meant there really was a Ghost here to pick up.

Thinking this, Jiang Xia's eyes lit up almost imperceptibly as he walked into the exhibition hall expectantly.

The Hell Exhibition Hall was very dark, and Jiang Xia had not brought a Flashlight. But there was no need for one.

—He had the Ghost Infant float before his eyes, and the man and Ghost gently touched eyes.

The next second, the dark exhibition hall suddenly became clear in Jiang Xia's vision.

—He had borrowed the Ghost Fetus's Night Vision.

Among Spirit Mediums, Ghost Fetuses could be considered treasures. After forming a Contract, they could interact with their Spirit Mediums in many ways.

For instance, the borrowed eyesight just now.

Besides transferring the Ghost Fetus's Night Vision to himself.

Jiang Xia could actually do the reverse as well—transfer his own eyesight to the Ghost Fetus.

Then he could have the Ghost, which was skilled at stealth, float into all sorts of dangerous places and gather intelligence through Peeping.

Likewise, hearing, smell, taste, strength... all of it could be transferred.

However, the latter had to be used cautiously.

Because in the early stages, such abilities had a fairly obvious flaw.

—After transferring a Spirit Medium's eyesight, hearing, and so on to a Ghost, the original body would lose the corresponding abilities.

Only later, after the Ghosts he possessed gradually leveled up, could he strengthen Ghosts and puppets without transferring his own abilities.

For the current Jiang Xia, the most pressing matter was solving the food and lodging problem for both humans and Ghosts.

There was still a long way to go before leveling up the Ghost Fetus.

But fortunately, as a Spirit Medium who had not touched a Ghost in more than a year, Jiang Xia was feeling extremely calm right now.

—He already had a Ghost.

Could leveling up his Ghosts still be far away?

Besides, this world was relatively peaceful. Even with only the most basic Ghosts, he could barely get by.

Things were already much better than when he had first arrived here a year ago.

A qualified Spirit Medium had to learn contentment. Then quietly grow stronger and pick up every Ghost...