Follow the Vine to Find the Melon

Because professionals capable of repairing the seal were extremely scarce, the commotion caused by changing personnel was too great to be completely hidden.

Soon, the news that the seal repair would only be completed on the sixth day of the week became known to both opposing sides.

Today was the fourth day of the week.

Throughout the day, Sixiang City was unexpectedly calm and peaceful.

The foreign races sneaking in weren't here for a massacre. It wasn't out of kindness, but because their numbers were limited, and they couldn't afford to waste resources on matters unrelated to destroying the seal.

Last night's celestial battle had shocked the entire mystical circle.

Even a Mystery 6 like Funeral City Mourning had fallen. Sixiang City clearly held a Mystery 6 trump card, which served as a deterrent to the invading forces.

During the day, under the silver sun, the temperature wasn't too high. Part of the city's snow melted into water and flowed into the sewers, while another part turned into ice, which was chipped away and cleared by sanitation workers piece by piece.

The people of the Silver Moon Court were all resting. Having exerted great effort last night, they were now treated as a secret weapon, and neither the municipal government nor the society alliance had assigned them any tasks.

The other societies couldn't afford to relax and were seizing every moment to make preparations.

As the current masters of the city, the Sixiang City faction would maximize their geographical advantage.

For instance, Pigeon from the Nanjun Society was temporarily drafted by the municipal government.

Pigeon's Mystery was only 3.5, and his combat power was abysmal, but he had a knack for setting traps. With the full support of the authorities, he could transform many resources into effective defensive strength.

The investigation team arrived at the East District Clinic early in the morning.

Fengling, feeling uneasy, came in person.

"Dr. Hua, I've heard a lot about you. Please, have a seat," Fengling said, sitting in the late Director Guo's office.

"I'm flattered. What do you need me for?"

Dr. Hua did not look well.

Director Guo's death should logically have been to his advantage. Even though he was about to retire, Director Guo had a significant say in choosing his successor, and at the time, Dr. Hua and Director Guo were completely at odds.

What made him incredibly furious had happened the day before yesterday.

An acting director was directly parachuted into the clinic. Obviously, the higher-ups had not chosen him.

After some digging, he finally learned that the powerful figures who had always been dissatisfied with him had united to push forward a spokesperson in the clinic, and the Jiang family, who had once helped him, did not intervene this time.

At that moment, Dr. Hua finally understood that he was a doctor, and only a doctor. The only thing he could control was that small space on the operating table.

His enemy had never been Director Guo.

The former Director Guo, no matter how much he disliked Dr. Hua's ideals, even if they argued until their faces turned red, had always recognized Dr. Hua's abilities and never thought of driving him out of the clinic.

The new acting director targeted him immediately, checking the accounts he was responsible for, digging up records of his failed treatments, constantly nitpicking, and clearly forcing him to pack up and leave.

"Zhen Liulang."

Talking to smart people was easy. Fengling only said those two words.

Dr. Hua was very cooperative and told her everything he knew.

"You mean that a female patient named Ash, and a head nurse named Loop came to investigate Zhen Liulang's matter. And now both of them have disappeared."

"Not just them. After that night, Nurse Zhao, who had been passing false messages between Director Guo and me, also disappeared."

"How do you know that Nurse Zhao was passing false messages?"

"Because that night, I was the one who healed Director Guo. I sat by his bed and talked with him face-to-face for an hour."

"Wait," Fengling interrupted immediately. "You're saying that night, Head Nurse Loop broke Director Guo's limbs, but didn't kill him?"

"Yes. They had no grudge to begin with. After Head Nurse Loop got the information she wanted, she used her medical abilities to reattach Director Guo's broken limbs. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived until I got there."

"Then who killed Director Guo?"

Dr. Hua was silent for a few seconds:

"I don't know either. After my treatment, Director Guo was no longer in life-threatening danger. After settling him in bed, I left. When I went to see him the next morning, he was already dead."

"The cause of death?"

"His previously broken left arm detached again, and he died from excessive blood loss."

"What are you implying?"

"The other party probably wanted to fake it as Director Guo's old injuries relapsing, a natural death. But they underestimated Head Nurse Loop's and my medical abilities. Having passed through both our hands, that situation was impossible."

"Which ward did you put him in, who knew about it, and who entered that night?"

"I checked everything. It was a VIP ward for the elites, and there were no records of anyone entering or leaving that night."

"Alright, thank you for your cooperation. Next, please describe the appearances of Ash, Loop, and Nurse Zhao to my colleague."

"Okay."

Before Dr. Hua left the office.

Fengling suddenly said, "Dr. Hua, I heard that although Director Guo had disagreements with you recently, he was your mentor when you first came to the clinic over a decade ago. Do you really not know who did it? Our investigation team can help avenge him."

Dr. Hua paused his steps, looked back at Fengling and Little Jia standing behind her, and continued walking.

"You guys? Thank you, but I really don't know."

After Dr. Hua left.

Fengling turned to Little Jia: "Why didn't the director of the East District Clinic choose this Dr. Hua?"

Little Jia was taken aback at first, then naturally said:

"From the very beginning, he was just a placeholder. He refused to lower his pride and fully commit to a powerful family. Those high positions are strictly limited, and you can't get them just by having good medical skills."

Fengling sneered, "He's not just a doctor, he's also a mystic. In the face of Mystery, what do elites count for? Aren't they afraid he might flip the table?"

Little Jia knew well the terror of power, but he didn't argue. He just went along and replied, "Then maybe some people judged that his Mystery isn't strong enough."

Three hours later.

City Hall.

Ash was dragged out of her hiding cabin, securely tied up, and brought into the interrogation room of the City Hall's investigation team.

She was completely dazed.

Her door had been knocked on twice in the morning; it was the authorities searching for Bishop Jing.

In the afternoon, as soon as she opened the door, she was pinned against the wall, hooded, and dragged into a car.

Fengling was not very satisfied with the search efficiency.

It was one thing for a big shot like Bishop Jing to be elusive, but out of Ash, Loop, and Nurse Zhao, mobilizing the entire city's forces had only managed to find one.

Fengling was not in a good mood.

She seemed to hold great power, but in reality, many eyes were watching her progress, and the current advancement was much slower than she had anticipated.

She was gradually losing patience.

When Ash regained her vision, the first thing she saw was a woman covered in eyes all over her body.

The Hundred Eyes stared in unison at Ash.

"You will tell me everything I want to know, right?"

"Y-yes..." Ash's teeth were chattering.

Nineteen minutes later.

Fengling walked out of the interrogation room.

As soon as she stepped out, she immediately sent a message through her wristwatch:

"Chen Miemie, where are you? Give me your location right now, immediately, this very instant!"