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...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
