Police Station

The mysterious runes embedded in the police station's gates glowed faintly. Li Size clenched his fists, desperately trying to piece together the memory fragments of his body's original owner.

He had to give a statement next, but these tangled memories were like a thick fog, slipping through his grasp no matter how hard he tried.

He worried he wouldn't withstand the police interrogation and would expose the fact that he had transmigrated.

His past life's Mohist chip could enhance memory and transmit information. Would this new Krypton Gold talent work the same way?

Li Size touched the old scar on the back of his neck, his heart pounding.

[Consume 2 energy points to analyze the remnant soul's memories.]

A message appeared in his mind, but Li Size currently had zero energy points.

[Detected that the host possesses 6 silver and 67 copper coins. Can be converted into 3 energy points.]

2 silver coins for just 1 energy point. This truly lived up to the name of Krypton Gold!

Considering he needed to save some living expenses for the coming days, Li Size converted 2 energy points. Four silver coins quietly vanished from his pocket.

He then spent the 2 energy points to analyze the remnant soul's memories...

Those hazy, chaotic memories gradually became his own, surfacing in Li Size's mind one after another.

The deceased young man was 19 years old (he had no choice, he had to be an adult, hence the change), also named Li Size. He was the son of the blacksmith shop owner in the west of the town and a seventh-year student at the Town's Junior Academy.

Building Junior Academies in every town was the basic national policy of the Red Soul Principality. Children could enroll at the age of 7. The goal was to cultivate witchcraft talents, with a maximum schooling period of 9 years.

If one's spiritual power reached 3.0 within 9 years (the average for ordinary people was only 1.0), they could participate in the annual national apprentice advancement qualification exam.

Based on their spiritual power value and witchcraft theory exam scores, they could be admitted to the national Advanced Wizard Academies.

If their spiritual power failed to reach 3.0, they would have almost no chance of becoming a wizard. However, understanding more witchcraft knowledge would obviously make their future lives easier.

There was no shortage of examples where ordinary people with good witchcraft theory grades became capable assistants to wizards.

Thinking of spiritual power, he remembered the ethereal panel that had surfaced in his consciousness after the Krypton Gold system was successfully activated.

It displayed his basic status:

Li Size (Ordinary Person) Strength: 1.8 Agility: 2.3 Constitution: 1.4 Spirit: 1.7

Knight Breathing Technique Initiate 77/100

Note: A cultivation method that can slowly improve physical fitness.

Basic Swordsmanship Initiate 67/100

Note: The most basic techniques for using a sword.

This was his current basic status.

The normal stat for an adult on Blue Star was 1. The individual physical fitness in this world was far superior to that of Blue Star.

Barring any accidents, the original Li Size did not possess the aptitude to become a wizard.

However, with the Krypton Gold ability, every 100 energy points could increase an attribute value by 0.1. Spirit, being the primary attribute for wizards, required 200 energy points to increase by 0.1.

As long as he earned enough gold coins, his attributes would skyrocket!

This made Li Size ecstatic. He felt as if he would soon become one of the top powerhouses in this world!

But the Krypton Gold ability automatically provided an explanation:

As attributes increased, the energy points required to add stats would rise drastically!

Li Size curled his lips, complaining inwardly that this was too much of a scam.

Damn it, this ability is too greedy!

Li Size slapped his thigh, unable to hold back a curse.

After the Krypton Gold ability analyzed and organized his predecessor's memories, Li Size basically understood most of his past, but he now had even more doubts...

In his memory, his predecessor was a low-key, timid teenager. The only people he knew were classmates, mentors, relatives, friends, and neighbors. How could he have been murdered?

Li Size scratched his head, growing more confused the more he thought about it.

Could it be a psychotic killer who murdered for fun?

Li Size immediately shook his head, rejecting the idea:

The attacker was a ghost. Those who could control ghosts were either wizard apprentices or possessed precious witchcraft items. How could a psychotic killer have such capabilities?

In his memory, only the police station and the academy in Gray Mist Mountain Town had wizard apprentices, right?

Li Size recalled the watchtower embedded with witchcraft crystals at the town entrance, and he grew even more certain.

I don't know any of the higher-ups at the police station, and the patrol officers even saved me. It definitely wasn't them.

The more likely answer was:

The murderer was from the academy!

Li Size clenched his fists, his gaze turning sharp.

This also explained why the killer used a ghost to commit the murder without showing their face.

It wasn't just caution; they were also afraid of being identified by the police station's corpse-interrogation witchcraft!

Li Size slammed the table, suddenly figuring it out.

There were over a dozen mentors in the academy, all of whom were junior or intermediate wizard apprentices. He knew more than half of them.

But who exactly was it, and what was their motive?

Li Size frowned, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

If he couldn't solve this problem, Li Size could face a second assassination attempt at any time!

He quickly sat up straight, his heart pounding fiercely.

In the police office of the Gray Mist Mountain Town Police Station in Gele City, rune papers hung on the walls fluttered slightly, and a faint smell of witchcraft potions lingered in the air.

According to protocol, a ghost attack incident should be reported to someone at the rank of deputy chief or higher. However, out of professional habit, Perisman did not completely trust Li Size.

There were always a few people who filed false reports every year. He stared into Li Size's eyes, his face full of suspicion.

Tiflin brought out a dark pill from the logistics room and tossed it to Li Size:

Exorcism pill, 5 silver coins! Pay within 10 days. Take it with alcohol.

Li Size caught the pill and sniffed it. A scent of herbs mixed with runic energy hit his nose.

Suddenly, miserable wails sounding like "Uh, ah" seemed to echo in the void, and a burst of black smoke rose from Li Size's body.

He quickly covered his nose; the smoke smelled as pungent as burning hair.

[Absorbed unknown frequency band. Spiritual power transitioned. Spirit +0.1]

Li Size felt a surge of joy. At the same time, seeing the black smoke emanating from him, the three police officers finally believed him.

Perisman explained:

The exorcism pill can dispel the residual negative energy on your body. Otherwise, it's highly likely you would fall seriously ill, or even encounter other bizarre phenomena.

Li Size nodded and tossed the remaining pill residue aside.

Now that the ghost attack was confirmed to be true, it had to be reported.

Under Li Size's gaze, Perisman activated the communication device.

This was a Level 0 communication node, which could be used for real-time calls within the town. It was quite expensive; the installation fee was 10 silver coins, and the monthly fee was 1 silver coin. It wasn't something ordinary people could afford.

The runes on the device flickered with a pale blue light. Li Size stared at it for a while, and knowledge and memories regarding communication nodes surfaced in his mind.

Above Level 0, higher-level communication nodes could cover a larger area. Rumor had it that great nobles possessed flying communication nodes capable of nationwide transmission, something ordinary people would never see in their lifetimes.

Half an hour later, a slender young female police officer wearing black high heels engraved with runic patterns kicked open the office door with a loud bang, making the doorframe shudder.

Her skin was as pale as freshly polished witchcraft crystal. Even her messy hair couldn't hide her exquisite facial features. Below her high-bridged nose, her lips were pressed into a straight line:

Who the hell released a ghost in the middle of the night? I was sleeping!

Gloria, the Deputy Chief of the Gray Mist Mountain Police Station, an intermediate wizard apprentice, and the famous beauty of the Gray Mist Mountain police force.

Her slender waist perfectly supported the crisp police uniform, and her shoulder line was as sharp as the rune dagger in her hand.

She was so tall that even the male officers in her squad had to look up to speak to her, and her striking beauty made even the town's florist willing to give her a couple of extra magic roses.

She had a fiery temper. The force with which she had just kicked open the door left even the burly men of the patrol team clicking their tongues in awe. She was still single.

In his memories, the original owner of his body had even used her as a fantasy object. Now seeing her in person, she was even more beautiful than the rumors suggested.

Li Size quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.

She was clearly in a bad mood, her cold brows furrowed as she asked Li Size:

Name, age, basic personal information...

Li Size answered honestly, but unfortunately, this information clearly couldn't help the police department. The more she asked, the more puzzled Gloria became. She tapped the table:

So, little guy, you don't even know why you were attacked?

Think again. Have you offended anyone recently? Or met any strangers?

Li Size searched through his memories. The previous him hadn't offended anyone at all; at most, there were just small conflicts and frictions among classmates.

The person he hated the most was Little George, a grudge that stemmed from their fathers' or even grandfathers' generation. Little George's father was the owner of the blacksmith shop in the east of the town.

Biting his lip, Li Size voiced these thoughts.

But this wasn't worth committing murder over. Besides, it didn't seem like the blacksmith had the capability to hire an apprentice wizard, right?

Li Size shook his head, feeling it was impossible.

As for the witchcraft potions instructor, Snape, who had just been transferred to the academy over a year ago...

That instructor was always wrapped in a washed-out yet spotless black robe, his hood pulled extremely low, revealing only a sharp, pale chin and a hooked nose. His eyes were as cold as ice.

His laboratory was always filled with a pungent yet eerily sweet smell. The door curtain was always drawn low, and occasionally, the soft pop of an exploding test tube or the low muttering of an incantation could be heard. No one dared to approach while he was working.

Rumor had it that he could concoct a nerve-paralyzing poison from just a single dead leaf, and the fluctuations of his spiritual power could even cause surrounding candle flames to twist bizarrely.

Some students had seen him using his own blood for experiments, with the liquid inside the test tube suddenly turning into black vines that wrapped around the glass walls.

Li Size recalled how the original owner of his body would always take a detour whenever passing by the laboratory, feeling a chill in his heart.

Although he was only an intermediate apprentice wizard, the witchcraft fluctuations he released were suffocating. No one dared to guess what he was thinking, let alone guarantee that he would never do anything extreme.

Then there was the witchcraft performance he went to see at the plaza today. Those performers were all strangers from out of town. Could it be them?

It didn't seem to make sense either, but it couldn't be entirely ruled out.

The props in those performers' hands all glowed with runic light. Who knew if they really only knew how to perform?

As for the academy instructors he had suspected earlier, he had actually run into quite a few of them at the plaza today:

Snape, Colt, Felina, Mary... There were seven or eight instructors who went to watch the performance together.

Could it be one of them who did it?

Li Size clenched his fists, his heart trembling.

Li Size voiced his speculations:

Right now, it seems the killer is most likely an out-of-town witchcraft performer, or an instructor from the academy.

Gloria furrowed her brows tightly, tapping her fingers on the table:

But the motives don't add up.

Did you do something bad and piss someone off, kid?

If you did, speak up now. Don't wait until you're dead in a few days and lose the chance.

Li Size frowned and threw his hands up:

I really didn't! Other than today, I haven't even left the school gates much lately.

Perisman stroked his chin, staring at the evil-warding talisman on the wall, and guessed:

Could it be that he ran into a psycho who just enjoys doing this kind of thing?

Gloria rolled her eyes:

Where would there be so many psychos!

The group went back and forth with their questions but couldn't find any useful clues. Yet, no matter how they looked at it, the situation was bizarre.

Attacking someone with a ghost for no reason at all, Gloria and the other three felt there had to be a secret hidden behind this.

Gloria leaned forward and asked:

Maybe it was to hide a secret?

Think about it again. Has anything strange happened recently, or did you accidentally stumble upon someone else's secret?

Speaking from her professional experience, killing someone to keep a secret was a very common occurrence.

Hearing this, Li Size felt a spark of inspiration in his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

This possibility was very high. It seemed he needed to properly sort through those memories and find the killer as soon as possible; otherwise, there would be no way to live in peace.