Early this morning, Bie Shengtao of the [Nan Jun Society] was startled.
His father, Uncle Bie, was the manager of the South District Building.
With a major incident having occurred in the building, Uncle Bie had to figure out what was going on.
Truth be told, one person had died on the second floor and another was crippled on the third. Casualties of this level happened in every building during every [Day Without Tomorrow].
The severity of the problem this time lay in the fact that the anomaly hadn't entered through the door. It had directly appeared in the innermost room of the apartment, while the people in the outer rooms were completely fine.
If they didn't figure out the reason behind this, no one would be able to sleep peacefully from now on.
Yesterday, people from the municipal government, the Society Alliance, and the Church had all come.
These three factions considered things differently from ordinary residents. They felt that such an anomaly appearing during the third week of repairing the city's core was no coincidence. They suspected it was some scheme of the foreign races and demanded a strict investigation.
By a stroke of luck, they actually found a problem.
The three major factions, along with the [Nan Jun Society] responsible for this district, discovered that after the [Day Without Tomorrow], the owner of the seafood shop on the first floor had completely vanished. This was highly abnormal.
Thus, they broke into the seafood shop.
Inside, the shop was a mess of shattered fish tanks and debris, but not a single fish carcass could be found.
Under the investigation of numerous Mystics using their various abilities, they found fish bones gnawed by Boss Zhang in the poorly flushed drain pipe of the bathroom.
Combining this with the scene, they reached a preliminary conclusion: Boss Zhang was some kind of foreign race that ate raw fish. The rising water level during the [Day Without Tomorrow] wasn't an anomaly, but rather the result of Boss Zhang's [Mystery].
Everyone assumed that Boss Zhang had already fled and wouldn't return.
Unexpectedly, early the next morning, Boss Zhang actually swaggered back in, carrying a fresh batch of fish.
When Bie Shengtao saw Boss Zhang that morning, he simply couldn't believe his eyes.
He didn't confront him directly, but instead sprinted back to the society to call for backup.
Boss Zhang saw his pried-open shop door.
Anger surfaced on his face.
He walked into the adjacent fruit stall owned by Old Li and stared straight at him. "My front door. Who did it?"
With the massive commotion from yesterday's investigation, Old Li was fully aware of the situation. Seeing Boss Zhang now, a chill shot straight up his spine.
This was a raw-food-eating foreign Mystic, the kind who murdered neighbors during the [Day Without Tomorrow].
"Y-Yesterday, the [Nan Jun Society] wanted to investigate what happened upstairs, so they went into your shop."
"You're suddenly very afraid of me." Boss Zhang noticed the change in Old Li's attitude. In the past, whenever Old Li saw him, his face would be full of disdain.
"No, no, I just saw that your shop was smashed to pieces, and I felt a bit sorry for you."
Boss Zhang said no more and walked out of the fruit shop.
The moment he left and returned to the seafood shop, Old Li dashed out the door, not even bothering to close up his shop, and ran far away.
The owners of the surrounding shops did much the same.
The entire street instantly went from bustling to deserted.
Everyone had run away, including the staff of the pineapple roast chicken shop across the street.
Loop wasn't afraid, but she didn't want to stand out, so she blended into the crowd of shopkeepers huddling and watching from a distance.
Next, Bie Shengtao led a large force from the [South District Society] to surround the seafood shop.
Boss Zhang walked out of the shop holding a fish-killing knife.
[Nan Jun] stood face-to-face with him. "Foreigner, you murdered multiple residents upstairs yesterday, endangering the city's safety. Come with us."
Human cities didn't forbid the existence of foreign races. As long as their paperwork was legal and their interactions normal, there was no problem.
But these were extraordinary times, and Boss Zhang had been caught red-handed, becoming a prime suspect.
Boss Zhang didn't lower his knife, directly and coldly refusing, "That was the work of an anomaly. I didn't kill anyone."
A person stepped out from behind [Nan Jun].
It was the [Archaeologist] Velar.
"Whether you killed them or not will naturally become clear after our investigation. Put down the knife now and do not resist."
Boss Zhang raised his knife. "Want to arrest me? Come on then."
This was the scene Chen Miemie saw right as he arrived.
The battle began.
[Archaeologist] Velar faced off against Boss Zhang.
Velar's weapon was very strange; it was a magnifying glass.
As long as he held the magnifying glass in front of his eye, a purple beam of light would shoot from his eye, becoming larger and thicker after passing through the lens.
The magnified purple light arrow shot straight at Boss Zhang.
The light arrow was incredibly fast, difficult to see even with the naked eye.
Boss Zhang was hit directly.
The waterproof suit that could defend against the tadpole anomalies couldn't stop the purple light arrow.
His shoulder was pierced by the arrow.
More than that, the massive kinetic energy carried by the light arrow even sent him flying backward a few meters.
The crowd watching from afar clapped and cheered.
The power of the [Archaeologist]'s single arrow was actually this terrifying.
Boss Zhang was also a decisive person. The light arrow was too fast and too powerful for him to dodge. Having already been hit, he actually rode the momentum of the arrow to retreat backward.
As soon as he landed, he shouted, "Water Cube!"
A block-shaped water cube appeared once again, enveloping Boss Zhang in the center.
Some people thought he was about to attack and hurriedly stood at the ready.
[Nan Jun] shouted, "He's trying to escape!"
Just as the crowd surged forward again, the water cube suddenly exploded, sending massive streams of water splashing in all directions.
Amidst the chaos, Boss Zhang jumped into a nearby ditch and vanished.
Chen Miemie watched the entire process from afar, including the moment Boss Zhang entered the water and transformed into a shark-like figure.
From a distance, Velar spotted Chen Miemie.
The two briefly exchanged a glance but chose not to greet each other at this moment.
Chen Miemie returned home, and the little blood drop of the Pure Water clone hopped onto his shoulder.
"That should be the Shark Demon clan, a type of Daylight Demon Race. They have very strong water-controlling abilities."
Chen Miemie had already crammed the contents of Xi's notebook and knew that the Daylight Demon Race and the Night Demon Race were the two major branches of the demon race.
Bobo was very good at stirring up trouble: "Strong water control? How does that compare to you, Pure Water?"
The little blood drop let out a disdainful sound. "Compared to me? If Chen Miemie hadn't stopped me from attacking just now, I could have made sure that shark demon couldn't leave."
"Braggart."
"Roast chicken, I think you want to take a bath and become a boiled chicken."
Qinghua thought for a long time before speaking with slight hesitation, "I find it a bit strange. The president of the [Nan Jun Society] came personally. No matter how strong the shark demon is, he shouldn't have been able to get away."
Chen Miemie shared the same doubt. "Could it be that they want to play the long game to catch a bigger fish?"
In a secret alchemy laboratory in Sixiang City.
Amber poured colorful liquids from several test tubes into a cauldron.
"Poof~"
The pitch-black solution in the crucible became incredibly thick, bubbling as a small dark cloud rose from it.
"Excellent. Finally, a successful batch."
The wristwatch on the table lit up.
Amber put down the large stirring spoon and looked at the new message.
Time: 7:27 AM
Sender: Velar
Content: The shark demon has been exposed; I have secretly let him go. Additionally, I unexpectedly discovered Chen Miemie's address. It is Room 1803 in the South District Building.

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