I ran over to take a look. It turned out there was a five-story building across the street, with a gap of three meters between the two buildings. Baiye and Wang Yuanchao had actually leapt over with great agility!
At this moment, the two of them were maneuvering around the rooftop structures, chasing after each other like a game of cat and mouse.
A gap of three meters - if it were on flat ground I might be able to sprint across, but placed dozens of meters in the air, falling would mean getting smashed to pieces. This made my legs tremble a bit.
I definitely didn't dare to jump, so I took out my phone and called Huang Xiaotao: "Baiye escaped to the residential building across the street, Wang Yuanchao is also over there. Hurry up and close the net."
"Got it!" Huang Xiaotao answered swiftly.
I glanced at the director writhing on the ground holding his broken leg, and said, "Right, send a policeman over here. There's another injured accomplice here."
After hanging up, I walked over to the director. Hearing my footsteps, his first words were: "Was Xiaoye caught?"
I squatted down and said, "Soon, you father and son have reached the end of the road..."
He suddenly became agitated, grabbing my clothes tightly: "Please spare Xiaoye, those women were killed by me, all by me!"
The director was clutching me tightly. I broke out in a cold sweat, worried that he might have a dagger hidden in his sleeve, which would spell my demise. Just then Wang Dali ran over, holding up an ultraviolet flashlight to shine in the director's eyes: "Old man, let go of him, are you trying to assault a policeman?"
Blinded by the light, the director loosened his grip.
I instinctively distanced myself from him, and asked: "Why did you assist Baiye in killing those two innocent prostitutes?"
The director said: "A father will go to any means to fulfill his son's requests. After all, I never truly fulfilled my duties as a father."
"You are a religious man. Aren't you afraid of going to hell for doing this?" I scolded, exasperated.
The director said: "Moses commanded us in the Law to stone such prostitutes to death. Do you think I will go to hell?"
I was stunned for a moment. Wang Dali asked me: "What's this old guy talking about?"
I realized he was reciting verses from the Bible to refute me. Having read the Bible his whole life, he certainly knew it by heart. But I hadn't read it, only some Bible stories.
Still, I didn't think a religion that guided people to kindness would encourage killing prostitutes. He must be desperately trying to justify himself.
I said: "Mary Magdalene in the Bible was also a prostitute. She washed Jesus' feet with her repentant tears. After Jesus was crucified he immediately saved her. If your Lord looked down on them, why would he have saved Magdalene? True Christians are virtuous and great, not murderers like you."
The director stared at me wide-eyed, rendered speechless.
Just then, gunshots rang through the night sky from the opposite building. The director's body shook violently as he struggled to get up in a panic: "What's happened to my son, what have you done to my son?"
Wang Dali went to take a look, and came back saying: "Officer Wang caught him."
"He's alive?" The director urgently asked.
"Yes!" Wang Dali nodded.
The director finally let go of his mental burden with a long exhale as he lay back down.
After a while, an officer came to take the director away. Wang Dali said to me: "Song Yang, you're really something. Where did you get that example from earlier? Left the old guy dumbstruck."
"It was from the Bible! Mary Magdalene was a prostitute who showed Jesus kindness, so Jesus saved her." The latter part I had seen in the movie The Da Vinci Code.
"How do you know so much?" Wang Dali said admiringly.
"You play fewer games and read more books," I replied.
I suddenly remembered something and chased after the director as he was being helped down the stairs, limping badly: "Oh right, why did you smear eel blood at the crime scene to attract bats?"
The director looked utterly worn out now, as if he had aged ten years. In low spirits, he said: "I thought if I did that, you would assume a vampire was the culprit, and not investigate further..."
I was speechless for a moment. He had read the Bible his whole life, thinking ordinary people also believed its myths. But police were all atheists - be it vampire or devil, they would investigate to the end.
Before long we went downstairs. Huang Xiaotao patted my shoulder excitedly and said: "Song Yang, you've made another major contribution!"
"No no, this was all Officer Wang's doing," I humbly said.
Wang Yuanchao was leaning against a police car smoking. The wound on his forehead had scabbed over, his leather jacket was very dirty. I went to thank him, then asked: "Officer Wang, how did you know there was a building across the street?"
"I didn't know," he replied plainly.
I was stunned. He had taken such a gamble! If the criminal had jumped to his death instead, wouldn't his sacrifice have been in vain?
But then again, if Wang Yuanchao hadn't decisively leapt across at that moment, Baiye would certainly have escaped. I secretly marveled to myself - this Wang Yuanchao really is a daring fellow!
Huang Xiaotao said: "The case is closed now, leave the follow-up to the tech team! Let's take the suspects back for interrogation. I'll have Wang Yuanchao take you back to school."
"No need. Officer Wang worked so hard tonight, I don't want to trouble him further. I'll take a cab back with Dali," I declined with a wave.
"Be careful on the way then."
For several days after the case closed, Wang Dali scoured the news every day, but there were no media reports about the vampire case. Perhaps the police felt it was too bizarre and kept it classified. That day, Huang Xiaotao called us over, saying there would be a celebration dinner tonight and we must attend.
Wang Dali would never turn down a dinner invitation. We took a cab to a restaurant and were led to a large private room filled with members of the task force. As we entered, everyone burst into applause.
The high energy in the room embarrassed me. I nodded and smiled at everyone, then found a seat with Wang Dali.
As soon as we sat down, Xiao Zhou came over with a glass, already slightly drunk. His usual refined demeanor was gone; with a thick tongue he said: "Bro Song, the culprit wasn't a vampire after all, just an ordinary person. I was fixated on the wrong angle. Without you we definitely couldn't have cracked this case. I have nothing else to say except one heartfelt line - in my life I concede to no one, except you. Here, let me toast you!"
I declined: "Officer Zhou, you're too kind. I don't drink alcohol."
"No problem, drink a soft drink."
He grabbed a bottle and filled a cup to the brim with orange juice, clinking it against his own. Other officers also came to toast me in succession, but were warded off by Huang Xiaotao: "Go on, do the toasting later! I have something to say to Song Yang!"
The officers heckled her, turning Huang Xiaotao beet red as she stamped her foot and yelled: "I have proper things to say to him!"
"The chief has proper things to say to Song Yang," one tipsy officer mimicked in a shrill voice, inciting more teasing. Everyone was very relaxed tonight, recklessly cracking jokes without their usual police demeanor.
"You, you, you..." Huang Xiaotao turned red to her ears in anger: "I'll dock your bonus!"
Huang Xiaotao sat down beside me, still fuming: "Damned tactless idiots!"
She wore a white blouse tonight with ultra-short denim shorts, showcasing her fiery figure in the snug fabric. Her fair and shapely legs were completely exposed, and the low neckline revealed a tantalizing glimpse of snowy décolletage, with a busty bosom straining for release. Although Huang Xiaotao had a model's figure, she lacked their frail daintiness, with faintly visible toned muscles on her arms and abdomen, and especially sturdy thighs - exuding a healthy beauty unlike ordinary girls. I flushed seeing her and quickly lowered my head to sip my drink.
"Big sis Xiaotao, you look so gorgeous tonight!" Wang Dali said lasciviously.
"Haha, just wearing whatever, can't help it if I'm good looking," Huang Xiaotao said with a smug laugh.
She patted me and said, "Song Yang, yesterday Baiye confessed everything, it's almost exactly as you guessed, there's just one thing you didn't expect..."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
