Unfazed

The reason Ye Siyu did this was that the police would soon arrive. After Red Queen became the Plane Watch's artificial intelligence program, Ye Siyu could communicate with her either by speaking or through his thoughts.

So when Ye Siyu took out his pistol, he had Red Queen keep an eye on their surroundings and notify him if anyone called the police.

Although he had used Red Queen to take control of the computer in the private room and turn the music up to maximum volume, it still could not mask the gunshots. On top of that, things were rather chaotic here, and a fight had broken out. Someone in the KTV was bound to call the police.

Sure enough, not long after he fired, he received a message from Red Queen saying that someone had called the police.

Dongjiang University was near Chaoge KTV, so whenever anything happened, the public security authorities would quickly dispatch officers to investigate. A shooting would bring them out even faster.

Ye Siyu quickly used the knife in his hand to damage the wall where the bullet holes had been, then put all the broken glass on the floor into his storage space, clearing away any evidence that might reveal a firearm had been used.

"Red Queen, check whether I can exchange for a lighter from the Plane Space that looks like a real gun but can only make firecracker sounds," Ye Siyu ordered Red Queen after finishing.

"Yes. According to the Plane Space Encyclopedia, a chosen one can spend points to create items they want. Creating a toy gun costs one point. Master, would you like to create one?" Red Queen's voice sounded.

"Mm." Ye Siyu nodded, and a pistol immediately appeared in his storage space. He then tossed it onto the sofa in the KTV room.

"Creak!"

Not long after he finished, the door to the private room was pushed gently open, and a head poked inside. It was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Seeing that Ye Siyu was alone in the room, the middle-aged man entered cautiously. The blue police uniform he wore made his identity unmistakable.

"What happened, officer?" Ye Siyu asked the policeman who had entered, immediately putting on an innocent expression.

"We received a report of a shooting here," the middle-aged officer said, looking at Ye Siyu solemnly. He also gestured toward the door, and five or six officers walked in.

"A shooting? Do you mean this?" Hearing the officer, Ye Siyu pointed at the pistol he had prepared on the sofa.

The officers immediately followed his finger toward the sofa. When they saw the pistol, their expressions turned grave. The middle-aged officer promptly signaled to a colleague beside him while watching Ye Siyu warily, ready to stop him if he made any dangerous moves.

"That's a pistol lighter," Ye Siyu explained with a smile as he watched the nervous officers.

"Captain, it's a fake," the officer who had picked up the pistol said to the middle-aged officer after examining it and confirming it was not a real gun.

"Then why did someone report hearing gunshots?" the middle-aged officer asked, staring at Ye Siyu.

"I do know what the gunshots were about. Officer, just pull the lighter's trigger," Ye Siyu said with a smile.

"Bang!"

The officer holding the pistol-shaped lighter followed Ye Siyu's instructions and pulled the trigger. A loud gunshot rang out in the private room, startling all the officers. Then they saw a flame emerge from the muzzle.

Just as Ye Siyu had said, it was a pistol-shaped lighter; the sound it made when lit was simply very loud.

"Captain, looks like someone mistook this lighter for a real gun," the officer holding the pistol said in puzzlement as he looked at the flame at the muzzle. It seemed their so-called shooting was nothing more than a misunderstanding.

"Xiao Lin, search him,

then search the area for anything that looks like a bullet or shell casing." The middle-aged officer did not immediately believe it. In all his time policing this district, he had never encountered a shooting, but that did not mean one could not happen, so he could not let his guard down. He immediately ordered the other officers to check the area, then quietly watched Ye Siyu. He kept feeling that Ye Siyu's attitude was far too strange. Whether they had committed a crime or not, ordinary people would avert their eyes at least a little when they saw the police, and might even be afraid.

Ye Siyu was different. Although he looked somewhat flustered on the surface, his eyes were calm, as if he were looking at ordinary people. He showed none of the fear ordinary people felt toward police officers.

"Captain, we didn't find anything." The officers soon finished searching Ye Siyu and the KTV, but found nothing resembling guns or ammunition.

Hearing his colleague's report, the middle-aged officer frowned slightly.

"Officer, is there anything else? If not, I need to get back to the shop," Ye Siyu asked stiffly as he watched the officers talking.

"All right. Xiao Lin, take down his information. If anything comes up, we'll contact you. Oh, and although this kind of lighter isn't illegal, I should remind you not to take it out casually, because it can easily cause unnecessary trouble," the middle-aged officer said, giving Ye Siyu a long look.

"All right, all right," Ye Siyu replied repeatedly.

Ye Siyu soon gave the police some of his information, then left the KTV.

As for the fight, Ye Siyu did not mention a word of it. Although he could tell that the middle-aged officer was somewhat suspicious, he did not believe the police would put that much effort into investigating him after learning about the pistol-shaped lighter.

After all, they had many other matters to handle besides his case, so Ye Siyu was not worried about trouble later. Even if there was trouble, he believed he would be capable of resolving it.

Other people might have been nervous in such a situation, but Ye Siyu was different. Not only had he become a chosen one of the Plane Space, but more importantly, he had died over a hundred times. Those deaths had greatly changed his attitude toward things.

That change was indifference. The more times he died, the more he found himself unfazed by anything that was not closely connected to him.

Although the feeling was very strange, he did not find it unpleasant. In fact, he felt no discomfort at all, as if nothing had changed, so he did not pay it much attention.

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