With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Suppressing her anger, Jiang Zhiyu walked all the way to the village entrance until she could no longer see anyone before stopping.

"Seventeen, teleport to the town."

"receive!"

The next second, her figure disappeared into the night.

It was now completely dark. The autumn night wind carried a chill, rustling the bare branches along the roadside. The already quiet town was almost deserted; every household had turned off their lights, with only a few dim streetlights casting small patches of light.

Jiang Zhiyu teleported instantly, arriving at the entrance of the Revolutionary Committee in just a few breaths.

It was called a Revolutionary Committee, but it was really just a few dilapidated offices. A faded sign hung on the door, and two bicycles were parked crookedly in front of it. The light was on in the duty room, and an old man with gray hair was dozing off on the table, occasionally snoring.

"Seventeen, scan the entire Revolutionary Committee," Jiang Zhiyu ordered in his mind.

"Scanning... Scan complete." Seventeen quickly provided the results. "Host, there's only one old man on duty in the entire Revolutionary Committee; there's no one else. Offices, meeting rooms, detention cells—all empty. The target you're looking for wasn't found."

Is nobody here?

Jiang Zhiyu frowned.

Aunt Wang clearly said she was taken to the Revolutionary Committee in town, so why is she nowhere to be found?

She spread her mental energy, expanding the search area, leaving no stone unturned.

Aunt Wang said her surname was Ma...

"Seventeen," she asked in her mind, "did you scan any information about people with the surname Ma?"

"No! Host! You can use your mental power to read their memories."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment, then her gaze fell on the old man who was dozing off in the duty room.

Well, since we're here, let's start with this old man.

She tiptoed into the duty room, silently releasing her psychic abilities, which entered the old man's mind.

The old man was having a sweet dream, dreaming that he was working in the fields when he was young. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his head, as if he was being controlled by something, and his eyes became empty and blank.

"What's your name?" Jiang Zhiyu asked.

"Wang... Wang Fusheng," the old man answered mechanically.

"Did anyone come to the Revolutionary Committee to arrest anyone the day before yesterday?"

Yes...yes...

"Who were they arresting?"

"A man and a woman, they said they were from Kaoshantun... their surname was Jiang..."

"Where did you take them?"

"I don't know..." The old man frowned, as if trying to recall, "It was Director Li who personally came to bring them..."

Who is Director Li?

"That's the director of our town's Revolutionary Committee..."

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

The director of the town's revolutionary committee is surnamed Li.

Who exactly is behind this?!

Where is that guy surnamed Ma?

"His surname is Ma... Ma Chao..." the old man thought hard, "...living at the east end of town...a detached house..."

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her psychic powers and turned to leave the duty room. The old man's eyes slowly cleared, and he continued to doze off on the table, completely unaware of what had just happened.

The Ma family's courtyard is located at the east end of the town. It's a detached house and looks quite impressive.

Jiang Zhiyu teleported outside the courtyard and spread her spiritual power to investigate—sure enough, there was someone in the courtyard.

A light was on in the main room; a low-wattage bulb hung from the roof beam, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the entire space. Several figures were inside, and on the table were several dishes of peanuts and some snacks. The sounds of clinking glasses and conversation could be faintly heard.

"...Let me tell you, the place we raided today was really lucrative; they found over three hundred dollars in cash alone..."

"Pshaw, three hundred is nothing. Last time I went to the county town with my cousin, that was a real feast..."

"Isn't your cousin in the county revolutionary committee? He works for Director Zhou, doesn't he know something inside?"

"That's natural..."

Jiang Zhiyu grew increasingly angry as she listened.

Ransacking homes? Searching for money? These people are nothing but a bunch of bandits!

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

No rush, no rush. Let's deal with these people first and find out where our parents are.

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, her wood-based supernatural power was quietly released.

The people inside were still drinking and boasting, completely unaware that death had quietly descended.

With a "click," the door was suddenly pushed open by an invisible force.

"Who?" A blond-haired youth instinctively looked up, about to ask, "Who the hell is so rude?", but before he could utter a word, he saw a scene that made his soul fly away—

One after another, emerald green vines sprouted from the ground and lunged at them like pythons!

"A ghost...a ghost!!"

Some people screamed and tried to run away, only to find their feet entangled in vines and unable to move; others tried to fight back, but their wrists were tightly gripped by vines as soon as they threw a punch; still others opened their mouths to cry for help, but a vine nimbly wrapped around their necks, preventing them from making a sound.

In just a few seconds, the three thugs were tied up like dumplings, piled on top of each other and thrown to the ground, their faces filled with terror and despair.

Jiang Zhiyu then slowly walked in from outside the door.

The dim light shone on her face, making her expression appear even colder. Her gaze swept over the three thugs who were tightly bound, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Who has the surname Ma?"

The three thugs trembled with fear, none of them daring to utter a sound.

Jiang Zhiyu was too lazy to do it—she thought it was dirty.

She simply beckoned with her finger, and a vine, as if understanding her intention, stretched out towards one of the thugs, wrapped around his waist, and lifted him up in front of Jiang Zhiyu like a chick.

"Tell me, who has the surname Ma?"

The thug turned pale with fright, his lips trembling, but his eyes instinctively darted to the side—

Jiang Zhiyu followed his gaze and saw that he was glancing at another thug next to him.

Okay, the other one is surnamed Ma.

With a flick of her finger, the thug next to her was also lifted up in front of her by the vines.

This thug was younger than the previous one, only in his early twenties. He had a pointed face and a monkey-like appearance, and he looked like a no-good guy. Hanging in mid-air with vines wrapped around his neck, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Cough cough... Fairy... Fairy, spare me..." he struggled to squeeze out a few words, "My surname is Ma... My name is Ma Chao..."

"Fine, as long as we didn't arrest the wrong people." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was as cold as ice. "I'll ask you one more time—where are the Jiang couple we took from Kaoshantun?"

Ma Chao's pupils suddenly contracted.

His eyes darted around, his lips trembled, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "I...I was taken to the county by Director Li..."

Why take him to the county?

"I...I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Jiang Zhiyu's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Say you don't know again?"

The vines suddenly tightened, and Ma Chao's face instantly turned liver-colored. He made a "hoarse" sound in his throat, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"I...I'll talk...I'll talk!" Ma Chao nodded frantically. "Director Li received a call from Kyoto...saying they absolutely had to catch the Jiang couple...and told us to bring them to the county first...We brought them up the day before yesterday, intending to detain them at the Revolutionary Committee, but Director Li sent people to pick them up overnight..."

"Where did it go?"

"The county... I don't know exactly where it is... We lowly underlings really don't know, Fairy!"

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

A phone call from Kyoto.

It seems the mastermind behind this incident is not in this small county.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "When you went to arrest them that day, did you hit anyone?"

Ma Chao's body trembled violently: "We...we were just following orders...please, Fairy, spare our lives..."

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.

How many times did you hit me?

Aunt Wang said that Village Chief Uncle Chen was beaten until his head was bleeding, and several villagers who tried to help were also beaten. Is that what they mean by "a few blows"?

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, her poison-based superpower quietly activated.

She might spare these low-level thugs, but she would never let them off easily.

Her mental energy swept across the three people's minds, and with a gentle flick—

They erased their memories of tonight.

Then, the poison-based superpower seeped into their bodies along the vines and took root inside them.

Over the next week, they will grow weaker and weaker until... they become paralyzed on one side.

Jiang Zhiyu was too lazy to listen to their pleas for mercy anymore. She retracted the vines, turned around, and walked out.

If further investigation reveals they have committed other crimes, then we can confront them later. Our parents are the priority today.

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared into the night.

Only three thugs, their bodies loosened by the vines, remained, trembling on the ground, unsure whether what they had just witnessed was real or a dream.

But I can't remember what happened tonight!