Transform into a human

The scale of the speech at Navigator Middle School far exceeded Li's expectations. The entire playground was filled with all kinds of heads, including students, parents, onlookers, and even the mayor and the commander of the Starport Garrison Fleet.

The hastily prepared draft by Li clearly did not satisfy the principal, the mayor, and various bureau chiefs and ministers. It was not that the content was unsuitable, but rather that the length was too short, failing to give each of them sufficient exposure time.

Left with no other option, she had to start the "open Q&A" time that speakers often use, which is a great way to pad out the time.

Of course, as an innocent child, it's best to avoid similar situations, because...

"Officer Wallace, who do you think is balder, the mayor or Riesling?" A student who wanted to see some fun raised his hand to ask.

Just what I feared most has come to pass. Couldn't they have asked a proper question?

Li glanced back at the two gleaming heads, then realized how presumptuous his actions were, and quickly said:

"Student, the specific values ​​need to be calculated using illuminance measurements..."

"I'm just asking how you feel."

Ugh, why did I choose the innocent one in the first place!

"This student should learn to respect others, so I refuse to answer this question."

But this person set a good precedent, as students who had little respect for authority suddenly discovered that this goddess of the town was incapable of lying!

The principal frantically tried to signal to the teachers in the audience, but it couldn't stop the people having fun.

"Officer Hua Lei, who on the podium looks more like the criminal suspect?"

I look the most like him, okay?

"Officer, which questioner are you scolding right now?"

Not a single one was spared!

As more and more people asked questions, the faces of the people on the stage grew increasingly stiff. Li could only keep using excuses like "I refuse to answer," "It's impolite," and "Next" to brush off the audience. The principal looked ashen-faced—he regretted letting those entertainers from outside the school in.

He can manage the students, but he can't do anything about these outsiders!

The audience wasn't stupid; they could tell that these officials wanted to ride on the coattails of the heroes who saved the university town. Who would have thought they'd end up getting all the blame, turning what should have been a political show into a grand spectacle of mockery?

Fortunately, the principal did something. He immediately contacted the teachers in the audience and asked them to send a few students to answer the questions.

The next questioner was finally a normal person; the student on the front lines came up with a not-too-difficult question:

"Would you be affected by a loved one making a mistake in their actions?"

The student thought the question was easy to answer; he was simply following the teacher's instructions to try and highlight Officer Waris's selfless image.

But Li was stunned. This stunned moment made the onlookers' eyes light up. If the policewoman refused to answer the question, wasn't it obvious that there was something fishy going on?

Li's forehead began to sweat. How could she answer that she had only participated in one official operation, and then it failed because of some guy?

But this guy still forced himself into an "intimate relationship" with her.

She absolutely hates Yue Lai now!

"I...I..."

"Oh~" Everyone showed ambiguous expressions, even the leaders on the podium showed a hint of curiosity.

I heard that Congresswoman Hua Leisi has a fiancé? These young people, how can they let personal matters interfere with official duties...?

Li stammered, "I did make a mistake, but that's because... well, the reasons are complicated."

"Oh~"

Oh no, she can already picture the headlines in tomorrow's tabloids—

Shocking! The Secret a Young Policewoman Had to Tell

The hero who saved the police headquarters was...

Analyzing the Boundaries Between Public and Private in the Case of a Female Heroine

She suddenly wanted to live on a different planet, and the farther away from Yue Lai, the better!

The grand speech ended with the speaker covering her face and fleeing, but Li discovered that there was someone even more disheveled than her.

Not far away, Wei Cheng's clothes were tattered, as if someone had splashed some kind of corrosive liquid on them. When he saw Li Hou, he waved awkwardly and pointed to his clothes, meaning that he should go change first.

Ms. Li finally understood why the reporter hadn't come to interview her. She looked at the crowd not far away and saw a teacher angrily scolding a girl. That must be the culprit.

Curious about what had happened, she took a few steps toward the girl but suddenly stopped—she saw dense, half-fallen scales on the girl's neck!

It's practically a killer of trypophobia.

It felt like scraping a fish against its scales; the pain was unimaginable, perhaps similar to peeling off a human fingernail?

This is molting disease, a fate that siren-type subhumans are destined to suffer once human bloodline gains the upper hand. But because they cannot remove their siren bloodline, they live in this torment until their death.

Li's expression gradually turned cold, and she immediately contacted Donald.

The veteran police officer said, "Where did you go? Don't take the kids' jokes too seriously."

"Let's get down to business first. I'd like to see Morgan."

……

……

At dusk, in an old town café.

The interview location was chosen by Wei Cheng. Although it is located in a dilapidated old town, this coffee shop seems to have a magical power that makes people relax involuntarily.

As the sun set through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Li arrived as promised.

"I'm sorry you just witnessed me making a fool of myself."

"It's nothing, I felt awkward on stage too."

Wei Cheng took the coffee, gently pushed it towards Li, and opened her notebook: "Can we begin?"

"It's rare to see journalists using pen and paper to take notes these days."

"This way, there's at least some sense of ritual."

Li tapped the inside of the coffee cup lightly with a copper spoon: "Is this how you killed Grandpa Ji?"

Wei Cheng was taken aback: "What are you talking about?"

"Grandpa Ji is an old ship captain. Although he is not good at close combat, the swindler is not good at it either. Once he gets a chance to get into the ship, you will die without a burial place."

No soldier could withstand the firepower of an entire warship.

"So you used your status as a reporter to make him drink a cup of this coffee, which ultimately caused his intestines to rupture."

Wei Cheng remained silent for a long time:

"I only brought a can of herbal tea."

Li smiled and said, "You're too impatient. Who orders coffee for someone when they're buying them coffee? What, are you afraid I'll order a sugar-free one?"

"I'm curious, how did you find out?" Wei Cheng lit a pink women's cigarette, and a sweet smell wafted out, which must be why her breath tasted sweet.

"Isn't that girl who attacked you today from that previous report?"

"No," Wei Cheng flicked the ash onto the table, "but she also suffers from telogen effluvium, so her classmates mistook her for a prostitute."

Li suddenly remembered an old imperial saying:

"There is no greater form of deception than this."

Her voice grew increasingly cold:

"Ordinary swindlers cheat people out of money, and some even cheat them out of their bodies or lives, but you... you've gone to the extreme, cheating people out of their feelings and their good and evil."

"Morgan, as a police informant, was already the most restrained 'protector' in the red-light district, but you used public opinion to send him to jail in order to prevent the police from using his influence to find you."

"This has instead shattered the order of the dark side of the old city, turning the incomplete protectors into complete exploiters. What a clever deception."

"Sigh," Wei Cheng sighed, "I actually still wanted to do something for them, so I killed a lot of serial killers like Bravo Sergei, so... I'm not as evil as you say."

Li seemed to have heard a joke: "You really think I don't know, Reporter Wei? You're just fooling yourself... You're the one practicing cultivation!"

Wei Cheng's lazy expression vanished instantly. He drew his sword and slashed at Li's face, but Donald deflected it with a powerful blow. Falken then chopped down with a club from behind.

Knowing she couldn't avoid the blow, her figure gradually became illusory. She planned to transfer her life to another face to escape, but was blocked in advance by Wan De, who was in charge of setting up the battlefield environment.

"Words are like prisons, writing is like jails, and speech is like shackles!"

Countless ancient characters emerged and crawled all over the walls of the café, while cryptic texts spread upwards from his feet like ropes, rendering Wei Cheng unable to move!

Talented scholars find their way, but literary inquisitions become their downfall.

Having learned their lesson from scammers before, Falken's team is going all out this time!

Wei Cheng remained calm and unhurried, suddenly exhaling a puff of smoke that appeared light and airy, yet effortlessly deflected Falken's long-planned blow.

This woman isn't smoking tobacco; she's burning the oil from her own mouth!

But spies are the bane of liars!

Falken puffed out his cheeks and suddenly exhaled a gust of wind, blowing away all the fumes. Donald, who had sheathed his previous blade, struck down again, while Li also attacked with his bare fist.

Wei Cheng did not futilely try to persuade Falken, who was the main force, with words. She did not have any domineering evil relics to smooth over the restraining relationship, but she could not give her teammates the ability to see things clearly!

She smeared saliva on her fingertips, slid off the coded markings binding her, and at the same time, easily pried open the crescent blade with the tip of her tongue, saying to Li:

"Want to know where Ji Yungui is?"

Li was stunned for a moment. Of course she wanted to! But this thought ruined things. This thought meant she had accepted the "fact" that Ji Yungui was still alive. But if Ji Yungui was still alive, what was she doing here?

The policewoman's eyes immediately became confused.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wei Cheng came up behind her and held a knife to her neck:

"You don't want Representative Waris either... uh!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to get close, Li Jing delivered a vicious elbow strike to her abdomen. She had already been tricked into developing "resistance" by Yue Lai, and the policewoman knew exactly what Wei Cheng was going to say as soon as she opened her mouth!

This blow was so severe it was like dislocating internal organs. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Wei Cheng couldn't bear the pain and could only clutch his stomach and kneel on the ground, panting heavily.

Even worse, she was actually "tricked" during the battle!

The swindler was deceived, and all four channels simultaneously became obscure and difficult to understand; even the conjured dagger was corroded by rust.

Is the outcome already decided...?

Just as the group relaxed their guard, the ancient script, originally used to seal off the space, suddenly went out of control and bound Falken and the other two. Wei Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground, was reduced to a mere skin. A new figure appeared behind Wan De and plunged a knife into his heart.

Her other face wasn't outside the cafe, it was inside. Wander was fooled from the very beginning!

But Wei Cheng's expression changed drastically. Wan De, who had been stabbed, turned into a pool of ink, which then transformed into denser ink characters that bound her to the spot.

The intricacies of writing, the art of literature.

This conman was thoroughly outmaneuvered by the Falken team, who were spurred to action by their shame!

Then Falken flicked out strands of silk, wrapping Wei Cheng in a giant cocoon. When she emerged from the cocoon, all her secrets would be known to the Divine Constable.

"knock off!"

……

college town.

While Bryce was looking through clues about lost artifacts in the museum, he suddenly clutched his chest. He felt as if some connection had been severed, and the direct consequence was intense heartache.

This is the second time.

He didn't yet know what this meant, but a phrase seemed to be repeating itself consciously: "With all four pieces lost, the game is beyond redemption."

It was as if someone was playing chess with him, but he didn't even know who the two pieces he had lost were!

Fortunately, the two pieces of information he held in his hands were clear: that important figure and the helpers he sent.

The woman in front of me had a face that was both terrifying and incredibly simple; her eyes, ears, nose… all her organs except her mouth had vanished.

"What, never seen scum before?" Seven words, each with a different tone, spoken by men, women, young and old.

"This is indeed the first time I've seen a scumbag's hairpin flower guest."

The woman's brow... no, it should be said that there was the outline of a flower on her brow, like a child's simple drawing. This was the flower that Zha Zi had pinned up—[No Flower].

"Have you received the belongings you applied for as part of your estate?"

Bryce opened his palm, and fingernails grew out of the pads of his fingers. The tips of his ten fingers were like transparent cabinets, with ten flames hidden inside.

Level 3 Relic, [Winter Window Display].

This is a relic of a powerful member of the Candle Clan, and it is extremely effective in dealing with spies.

Now that the obvious suspect, Yue Lai, has been apprehended, his application for the return of his belongings should theoretically be impossible to approve, let alone such belongings specifically designed to deal with spies. Yet, under the will of that important figure, they easily fell into his hands.

The flower between the woman's brows trembled slightly: "Let's begin the hunt. First, lure that person out."

"The only time he (or she) faced me directly was when I attacked Yue Lai. We just need to create such a crisis again, and Prison Number Fourteen happens to be the perfect hunting ground."

The woman curled the corners of her lips into a slight smile—one of the few facial expressions she made.

"I've already sent people to do it."

Is it reliable?

"They're from the Pacific."

Bryce nodded, and the woman disappeared before his eyes. Just as the two were about to head to Prison Number Fourteen to set up an ambush, he suddenly received a communication request from Baichuan.

Bryce frowned. Although they were old classmates, it was inappropriate for Bai Chuan, as the specialist sent by headquarters to investigate the Malfoy murder case, to contact him privately.

"An old classmate?"

"What? Yue Lai seems to have run away?"

"If you ran, you ran; if you didn't run, you didn't run. What do you mean by 'it seems like you ran'?"

"What did you say? Like running??"