The young female inspector also snapped out of her daze and looked at Liu Yuan. "This... is your first time cooking?"
Liu Yuan's cheeks burned as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mm... I wanted to make dinner for my brother..."
The young inspector's tone softened considerably, even carrying a hint of reassurance. "It's alright. First attempts for siblings usually don't go smoothly."
"Actually... we're not here to inspect the gas lines."
"We're... Public Order Auxiliaries for the Supernatural."
The young woman carefully chose her words while subtly flipping the "Gas Company" badge on her chest inward, revealing a corner of a less conspicuous identification card tucked beneath it.
She didn’t outright say, "We suspect you of murder," but the implication was clear.
Combined with the pop-up from the forum earlier and those replies, Liu Yuan instantly understood their purpose.
She felt even more flustered now than when they had discovered the disastrous state of her kitchen.
The inspector saw through Liu Yuan’s embarrassment. "Some online data is monitored by cyber police. Avoid posting ambiguous things. We received an alert, and it’s our duty to verify the situation and rule out risks."
"Alright, since it’s a misunderstanding, we can rest easy. But this kitchen... really needs cleaning."
She pointed at the bloodstains on the wall. "For fresh blood like this, cold water with soap or dish detergent should remove most of it. For tougher spots, try soaking them with white vinegar or lemon juice before wiping."
The middle-aged man chimed in, "For the floor, if the tiles are smooth, a wet mop should do the trick after a few passes. The grease mixed with blood on the stovetop might need a stronger cleaner."
Liu Yuan stared blankly as the two "auxiliaries" effortlessly transitioned into offering cleaning advice, momentarily unable to process the situation.
This... was the plot moving a bit too fast?
One second they suspected her of being a "murderer," the next they were teaching her how to clean up a "crime scene"?
The young woman even casually picked up the rag Liu Yuan had used earlier, walked to the sink, turned on the cold water, rinsed it, then applied dish soap before heading to the wall to demonstrate on a particularly noticeable bloodstain.
"See? Use cold water, wipe gently—don’t scrub too hard or you’ll strip the paint," she instructed.
The middle-aged auxiliary said nothing, grabbing another clean rag to wipe down the stovetop.
Liu Yuan watched this surreal scene unfold.
Two Public Order Auxiliaries in "Gas Company" uniforms were helping her clean up a "chicken-slaughtering scene"? This service was... way too considerate.
"I can’t possibly trouble you like this..."
Snapping back to reality, Liu Yuan hurried forward to stop them. "I’ll handle it myself. I’m so sorry for causing such a misunderstanding and wasting your time..."
"It’s fine. Law enforcement should have a human touch—this is just a small effort," the young woman said with a smile, not pausing her movements. "Besides, our procedures could be more refined to avoid such misunderstandings. Consider this a small apology for disturbing you."
The middle-aged auxiliary finished wiping the stovetop. "Yeah, our job’s usually pretty laid-back. We’re mostly on standby. After this, we probably won’t have anything else to do anyway."
"Next time, you can ask the seller to handle the prep for you."
Liu Yuan hesitated. "Are you sure this isn’t interfering with your work?"
The man waved dismissively. "As long as there’s no new incident requiring our attention, even a delay of three or five hours doesn’t matter. Great Xia’s public order is pretty good—major incidents might not even happen for days."
Only then did he notice his colleague frantically signaling him with her eyes.
He gave her a puzzled look. "What? Did you spot something suspicious?"
Liu Yuan answered for him.
She grabbed the female auxiliary’s hand. "Sister, teach me. Cooking."
The man finally grasped the gravity of the situation and forced a dry chuckle. "Ahem... Well, I don’t know how to cook either. Guess you’re on your own. I’ll take a walk outside? We’ll leave in an hour?"
The female auxiliary: "..."
So she alone had to bear this burden?
She felt like she could write a book after this.
Faking a crime scene, waiting for law enforcement to teach me how to butcher a chicken.
...
An hour later.
The middle-aged man knocked on the kitchen door, urging his colleague.
"Time to go."
Talk big, struggle to refuse—such was life.
But staying for three to five hours was out of the question.
An hour was just right.
"Now’s the perfect time to add the oil. Okay, give me five more minutes."
The man teased, "Getting addicted to teaching?"
Five more minutes passed.
The kitchen door opened.
Liu Yuan and the young auxiliary stepped out.
"Not bad, not bad. You learn fast—mastering scrambled eggs with tomatoes in just an hour."
No sarcasm intended.
Despite an hour of instruction, Liu Yuan had been stubborn, refusing to let the auxiliary take over.
She insisted on doing every step herself.
So this was actually impressive progress.
The only cost? Her throat was a bit sore.
Sitting on the sofa, she picked up the water Liu Yuan had prepared for them when they first arrived.
Suddenly remembering something, she spoke more sternly. "In the future, if strangers knock—whether they claim to be inspecting anything—always verify their identity first, preferably through official channels. Don’t just open the door. Stay safe."
Liu Yuan stiffened, recognizing the well-meaning advice, and nodded firmly. She took the cup from the auxiliary’s hands. "Mm! Sister Auxiliary, you too—whether the person you’re investigating seems vicious or harmless, never carelessly drink water offered by others."
The auxiliary: ???
Was she being lectured?
But on second thought... it did make sense.
If Liu Yuan had been a well-disguised, ruthless criminal and she’d drunk this water, she’d be dead.
Ugh, pretty faces really were dangerous...
...
As for why Liu Yuan might poison someone?
Don’t ask.
If asked, blame Su Qi.
Or rather, blame [I Want to Sleep].
He was clearly deeply concerned about the little girl’s safety, fearing he couldn’t protect her from afar.
"Rather betray the world than let the world betray me."
"Trust no one."
"Cardholders at tiers three to five are vulnerable to ambush when not in combat. The survival trifecta—poison, quicklime, and a kick to the groin—usually lets you take down someone one tier higher."
Sadly, the first two hadn’t gotten a chance to be tested yet.
The last one, however, had been tested on Su Qi himself.
Worked like a charm. Total collapse, zero resistance...

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."