Today's test was another major failure.

While waiting for his bus after failing his routine traffic inspection, You Yonghuai took another look at the shield emblem that Wang Shang had given him.

He glanced at his panel again:

Spirituality: 0

It seems that for now, it can only be used as an accessory to increase constitution by 1 point.

As for his lack of spirituality, he wasn't in such a hurry.

On the one hand, there was no immediate shortage of data; on the other hand, he believed that Si Xuanyin would always find a way.

And Si Xuanyin really does have one.

She possesses several special potion formulas that can enhance a person's spirituality.

While it's impossible to add flowers to brocade, it's still possible to make someone like You Yonghuai, who lacks any spirituality, somewhat spiritual through some effort.

After listing the materials, You Yonghuai sent them directly to Fatty, asking him to convert part of the reward into these medicinal herbs and send them to him when he had time.

Most of the medicinal herbs weren't particularly rare, and the fact that it would reduce his family's already precarious cash flow made him happy to agree.

Back at the police station, You Yonghuai saw Ling Xiuqi and Ye Qingchen sitting on the sofa, each with a cup of goji berry tea, their faces looking haggard.

Ling Xiuqi is just slacking off.

Ye Qingchen was truly exhausted.

There are too many people to review.

While the researchers at the two bases were easy to interrogate, there were too many of them, and their status was too low. The intelligence they gathered was not only miscellaneous but also not necessarily useful. Often, after reading a long text, only one or two sentences were useful, and they might even overlap with the information gathered by other researchers.

The remaining principals, such as Ma Yuanjian, Li Gui, and Hannibal, were like elite monsters. Not only were they difficult to interrogate, but there was also a lazy colleague causing trouble on the side.

First they said they'd interrogate the lab people, then they said they'd interrogate the cult members, and then after a phone call they changed their minds again and said they'd interrogate Ma Yuanjian.

What if his interrogation could be archived?

"You're back?" Ling Xiuqi greeted him, pointing to the documents on the coffee table. "After you called to explain the situation, I had Lao Ye assign someone else to interrogate you. This is all the information we have for now. Take a look."

"Don't talk like all the credit is yours." Ye Qingchen nudged Ling Xiuqi wearily with his elbow and took a sip of tea.

"You're clearly too tired to talk right now." Ling Xiuqi shrugged, retaliated with an elbow, and explained in detail:

"Starting with the third principal, Wenjiang Middle School has been in contact with the Wujian School. They not only changed the food sold in the cafeteria to make the bodies of long-term consumers rich in spirituality, but also provided a so-called special path to higher education for some students who did not get into university."

"On the surface, it is a Sino-foreign joint venture school, but in reality, it is a shell university established overseas by the Wujian School, where students are kept and used whenever ritual materials are needed."

"So, they were the ones who did Wei Haiping's suicide?"

"Yes, it's most likely Huang Li, the pervert who lived under Li Gui's skin for two years. It seems that she killed him to cover it up because the student discovered something." Ling Xiuqi said, slumped on the sofa. "Dai Quan should be the same, but no matter how I ask Ma Yuanjian about it, he keeps quiet."

"I've sent someone to keep watch over Dai Quan's ward. They'll notify us as soon as he wakes up. I estimate it'll be over in the next day or two."

It was only because Dai Quan was still alive that Ling Xiuqi allowed Ye Qingchen to suspend the interrogation. After all, this information could be obtained from other people, and the difficulty would probably be even lower.

Just then, Ling Xiuqi's phone rang. He answered it, held it to his ear, and after listening for a few words, his eyes lit up: "Dai Quan is awake? Wait over there for a moment, we'll be right there."

"Captain Ling, Dai Quan seems a bit off; he looks somewhat lost."

"...Then we have to go." Ling Xiuqi frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart. "Maybe they just woke up and haven't quite come to their senses yet?"

"Do you even believe what you're saying?" Ye Qingchen rolled her eyes, not intending to go with them.

They arrived at the hospital in a police car, and the two people and the ghost went to Dai Quan's ward.

Several doctors in white coats were surrounding the hospital bed, while the police officers on guard stood aside, looking puzzled.

"What's the situation now?" Ling Xiuqi walked up to the policeman and asked.

"Captain Ling, Dai Quan has amnesia," the police officer said. "He has lost his memories of the last three years, and his mindset seems to have reverted to that of three years ago."

"How is this possible!?" After a group of doctors presented a lot of evidence, Dai Quan, lying on his hospital bed, finally realized that he had amnesia, but even now, he couldn't believe it.

"He doesn't want to believe that the main reason for his amnesia is his family." The police officer lowered his voice, as if he had just heard some news. "Although Dai Quan became the dean of academic affairs in his fourth year at Wenjiang Middle School, his wife also died in a car accident that year. He had to support two children and four elderly people on his own. And the dean of academic affairs only earns 1,500 yuan more per month than when he was a math teacher."

"No wonder, I can't accept it even if you give it back to me." Ling Xiuqi shook his head, his expression solemn.

Since they have lost their memories of the last three years, it means they have no way to obtain information, which explains why Ma Yuanjian has been unwilling to reveal any related information.

Although the results of the analysis of his syringe have not yet come out, Ling Xiuqi has roughly guessed its specific function.

Memory deletion, or a related drug.

"It seems we still have to conduct a thorough search of Wenjiang Middle School." Ling Xiuqi scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

He then sent a message to Ye Qingchen, asking him to intensify his interrogation of Ma Yuanjian.

"Ring ring—"

You Yonghuai's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a voice call from Fatty.

"Hey bro, I just told my dad you're a cop."

"so what?"

"He hadn't originally planned to call the police because he thought the police were just ordinary people and couldn't handle this, but after finding out that you were a police officer, he remembered a detail he hadn't told you."

"What details?"

"I sent you the picture. It was something my dad saw at Wenjiang Middle School. It's a hand-drawn replica, so there might be some differences."

Opening the image reveals a flyer depicting an eight-legged human without facial features, resembling a wanted poster, with a few lines of smaller text below:

"Subject No. 8 has unexpectedly escaped. All comrades are requested to be on high alert and report immediately if discovered!"

Ling Xiuqi also joined in the watch, then squinted his eyes, took out his phone and made another call, telling Ye Qingchen not to interrogate Ma Yuanjian yet, but to interrogate the two group leaders in the laboratory and ask them if they knew any relevant information about Wenjiang Middle School.

Ye Qingchen, who had just begun interrogating Ma Yuanjian, hung up the phone and sent a picture of a middle finger.