I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

Sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing Li Cheng in its glow and causing the metal insignia on his chest to reflect slightly. It was a strange symbol combining a gun and a longsword, hardly attractive, even bordering on ordinary. But the symbol held extraordinary significance; it represented a major violent agency of this nation, or more precisely, this alliance: the Special Operations Division.

This world is a melting pot of extraordinary beings: magicians wielding various bizarre techniques, superhumans with miraculous abilities, incredibly powerful martial artists capable of single-handedly taking on an entire army, and even individuals with mysterious lineages, and so on. In such a world, maintaining order naturally requires sufficiently strong law enforcement, thus the Special Operations Division was born. And Li Cheng's team, the Sixth Group, is one of the Special Operations Division subgroups responsible for the Sixth District of Neo-Tokyo Ward.

In addition, it is also the most unpopular and notorious group in the entire Special Operations Division's Neon Branch.

Click—

The sound of a door lock opening came from behind, and Kiritsugu Emiya's unshaven face appeared from behind the door, looking calm. Behind him, several high-ranking officials could be seen, their faces flushed with anger.

"How to say?"

Li Cheng stepped forward and walked alongside him, asking the same question calmly.

"The actions were too cruel, damaging the image of the task force and causing public panic—these are all old arguments. Oh, and besides this one, there were minors among the criminals killed, which is against the law and will give rights organizations a huge handle to use against them, making them extremely vulnerable to criticism."

As he spoke, Kiritsugu Emiya took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it skillfully.

"Minors?" Li Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Do those guys even know what crimes this criminal gang has committed?"

“I know, but…” Emiya Kiritsugu took out his phone, brought up the forum screen, and showed it to Li Cheng. It was filled with insults and attacks against the members of the Sixth Group, the entire Special Operations Division, and even the Asian United Government. The Sixth Group, which directly carried out that operation, had been basically degraded to the point of being worse than animals.

Li Cheng glanced at the comments and soon lost interest.

"It doesn't matter how this is handled, but what about headquarters' decision?"

"Suspended for a week, and this year's bonus is canceled, that's it."

"Hmph, when have we ever received a bonus? But a week's suspension, is that considered a vacation? Headquarters doesn't seem too stupid after all."

As they spoke, the two had already reached the gate. Outside the gate was a bustling street, with pedestrians coming and going, and cars and hovercars shuttling back and forth on the ground and in mid-air.

“Let’s part ways here,” Kiritsugu Emiya said calmly, glancing at the time on his watch. “I should go pick up Illya from school at this hour.”

"Alright, see you in a week then." Li Cheng nodded and prepared to leave in the other direction.

He frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "If you don't have anything else to do, you can come to my house for a visit. Shirou and Illya would love to have you."

"Okay, okay." Without turning his head, Li Cheng waved and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ah, it really isn't working after all...

With a slight sigh, Kiritsugu Emiya turned around and quickly merged into the crowd.

He strolled aimlessly through the streets, stopping and starting as if taking a walk. His gaze seemed to be scanning the crowds and observing the shops around him, but upon closer inspection, one would find that he wasn't looking at anything; he was simply moving his eyes listlessly.

If you don't have a job, what should you do next week?

He walked until sunset, still unable to figure out the problem, and instead, he started to feel a bit hungry. He randomly found a noodle shop on the street corner to eat at; the taste was very average, but he only needed to fill his stomach and didn't mind.

Should he wander around for another night? It didn't seem necessary. After thinking it over, he returned to his apartment. It was room 208 on the second floor of a small, gray-white apartment building on the edge of the city, left to him by his friend Kiritsugu Emiya. The apartment building was mostly inhabited by elderly people, so it was very quiet and peaceful, a place that suited him perfectly. It was clear that his friend had put a lot of thought into it.

He walked through the gate, went up the stairs, and unlocked the door. The pre-arranged process had become a habit, but he wouldn't shout "I'm back" or anything like that. Firstly, he wasn't a local and didn't have that habit, and secondly, no one would be waiting for him inside, so there was no need.

The room was a mess, with clothes strewn all over the floor, an unmade bed, and trash cans piled up by the door. He could smell a slight stench, but he wasn't in the mood right now; he'd clean it up in a couple of days.

He turned on the TV and randomly flipped through channels. Variety shows held no interest, music programs were just the familiar spectacle of misery, and movies were all old films released years ago; he quickly lost interest. Unexpectedly, a public service channel came up, denouncing the "atrocity" of the sixth group killing a minor. Bored, he curled up on the sofa, watching how others criticized him.

"They're still children! Teenagers!! Even if they made mistakes, they shouldn't be punished like this. They're clearly innocent. To cruelly kill such children—what a beastly act! Can people like this really protect our safety? This system…"

The host was making a desperate accusation, but Li Cheng, the one who did it, just yawned, his eyes showing increasing boredom.

Is it cruel? I always killed them with a single blow. And you said they were innocent—why don't you go and say that to the dozen or so girls who were skinned alive?

The further he read, the more boring it became. But he had no better choice, so he patiently continued reading until he unknowingly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was still pitch black outside the window. Looking at the dusty clock on the wall, I realized it was three in the morning.

It's a bit early...

He turned off the TV and stood up from the sofa. Li Cheng rubbed his eyes, wondering whether he should go to bed, but he felt he was no longer sleepy.

So, shall we go for a stroll on the street as always?

Without changing his clothes, he simply took off his work jacket and casually opened the door to go out. The streets were still brightly lit at night, with a steady stream of pedestrians and vehicles, but the atmosphere was clearly different from that during the day.

The cars passing by were all rushing, either heading home or to some party. Pedestrians were either alone or in small groups, all reeking of alcohol as they moved forward. Li Cheng walked silently on the street under the golden streetlights, staring blankly at the passing crowds and vehicles, and the colorful signs between the tall buildings, like a homeless vagrant, wandering aimlessly.

But he quickly grew tired of it. Although he wouldn't miss the quiet little room on the second floor, he decided to go back and get some sleep. Whether he slept until dawn or it got dark again didn't matter.

gone back.

Thinking this, he turned around, but in the next moment, he sensed something.

It was an indescribable, ambiguous feeling, an inexplicable surge of emotion that made Li Cheng abruptly stop in his tracks. Turning his head, he looked to his side at a dark alleyway, its depths hidden from view.

What's there...?

Ultimately, he's still suspended from duty, and getting involved in anything would have a very negative impact on both himself and the task force. Besides, he doesn't care about these things; the so-called missions are really just a way to pass the time.

But in that alley, I truly felt something, like a call, like a persistent thought. Faint, but unwilling to disappear.

After a moment of silence, Li Cheng turned and walked into the alley.

Just consider it as... consuming my excessive free time.

With this indifferent thought in mind, he stepped into the dark alley and walked to a place where no light shone in. Turning the corner, he met a deep gaze.

No, they are countless profound gazes.

In the pitch-black alley, where nothing should have been visible, countless crimson eyeballs were scattered throughout, disappearing into the deeper, fissure-like darkness. This was a strange power that no ordinary person, no, not even a magician or a superpowered individual, could possess. The instant he saw the eyes within those fissures, Li Cheng swiftly made a judgment based on his years of experience.

I didn't know there was such a secret sect with this kind of performance. Could it be that some reclusive family has made a move?

Questions swirled in Li Cheng's mind as he analyzed, but before he could figure it out, the cracks and eyes vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed. The feeling of unease also disappeared completely, as if it had all been his imagination.

But there are other things, other things, that remain in this dark alley.

It was a young girl, no more than ten years old, thin and small, lying on the ground like a small animal. Her soft, golden hair was disheveled, shimmering even in the dark alley. In contrast, she wore only a thin, dirty, and tattered white robe.

Moreover, she was bleeding, and there was a lot of blood on the ground. If you looked closely, you could also see bloodstains slowly seeping through her clothes, soaking them.

This is……

Li Cheng was somewhat dazed, not because he was terrified by the scene—he had seen bloody corpses before, and could investigate scenes far more gruesome than this with a cold expression. But this child…

"Well--"

A soft moan tinged with pain pulled Li Cheng back to reality. He lowered his head and calmly watched the girl tremble and struggle, stretching out one hand weakly forward.

She had lost too much blood; her delicate but blood-stained face showed her pupils had almost lost their luster. Her vision must be blurred, her body cold and weak, and she was on the verge of death. Yet she still struggled, reaching out her hand towards the distant, blurry distance, as if trying to grasp something.

The wind blew through the alley, ruffling the girl's soft blonde hair and the disheveled hair of the silent man beside her.

On this chilly early spring night, in this dark and deserted alley, a man and a girl meet, and their story begins.

Section 3, Chapter 2: The Vigilant Little Girl

What exactly am I doing?

She was a girl she didn't know at all, and she had no idea about her identity or background. At the same time, she saw that obviously abnormal black crack full of eyes.

The sight of that strange girl lying bleeding in an empty alleyway was unsettling. The correct course of action would undoubtedly be to notify the police, or at least the task force, and treat it as a serious case.

No matter what, one should never do what he did, one should never be like him now...

The unconscious blonde girl lay quietly in Li Cheng's arms. In the night light, her eyes were tightly closed, her face clearly showing tension and fear. What she was afraid of, Li Cheng didn't know. But it was probably the people who had hurt and were chasing her.

The young girl appeared even smaller next to Li Cheng's already robust physique. When Li Cheng picked her up, he realized her body was ice-cold; he could barely feel any warmth. If it weren't for her relatively steady breathing, Li Cheng would have thought she was dead.

Perhaps because Li Cheng wasn't holding her correctly, she kept squirming restlessly. Despite being incredibly weak and unconscious, she displayed surprising strength. Li Cheng had to constantly adjust his position to match her movements, and it took a while for her to calm down. Her little head nuzzled against Li Cheng's chest, and her furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

Kids are such a hassle...

Seeing that the girl stopped moving around, Li Cheng stopped nagging and chose a secluded path that was usually deserted, and quickly returned to his residence.

At my age, how can I still be so overly compassionate?

As Li Cheng opened the door with one hand, the thought involuntarily crossed his mind.

Well, since I've already decided to do it this way, I might as well go all the way.

He threw the dirty clothes piled on the sofa onto the floor, put the girl down, and then spent some time finding his usual first-aid kit in the equally messy bedroom. After filling a basin with hot water and finding a clean, unopened towel, Li Cheng returned to the girl's side.

The girl was still lying quietly asleep on the sofa, seemingly enjoying the soft feel of it. Her golden hair was scattered on the cushions, strands hanging down.

However, her condition was far from good. Li Cheng, who had carried her away himself, knew very well how much blood she had lost. To be honest, he was already very surprised that she could maintain steady breathing. At one point, he suspected that she possessed some kind of regenerative superpower, but now, observing her again, although there were no signs of life-threatening danger and she appeared to be fast asleep, the weakness of her breathing was indeed quite obvious.

As a powerful martial artist, Li Cheng possesses an extremely sensitive sensitivity to "qi." In other words, he can perceive the emotions and states of others. Therefore, although the girl is currently behaving relatively well, she is actually in a rather dangerous situation.

After removing the girl's white shirt, which was somewhat oversized for her body, Li Cheng was somewhat surprised to find that, apart from the tattered shirt, the girl's body was completely naked. However, for a mature old man like him, such a young body held absolutely no appeal.

The main wound was on her right shoulder, a penetrating wound—no, it was more like a laceration after penetrating, like an arrowhead. Observing the girl's condition, Li Cheng took out anesthetic from the medical kit and injected it around the wound. The girl immediately moved twice with a "whimpering" sound, then calmed down.

It seems like this little guy is very afraid of pain.

He opened the bloody wound, cleaned away the debris to prevent infection, and then carefully stitched it up. This process took more than an hour to complete. Afterward, he covered the wound with a healing-promoting powder, then bandaged it with gauze, and finally applied a final injection to prevent infection. Only after working for so long did Li Cheng finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The rest were minor injuries, mostly slight scratches and cuts. Li Cheng disinfected the slightly more serious ones, leaving the minor ones untreated. The girl's body was also somewhat dirty, as if she had been rubbed against various surfaces, so Li Cheng used a damp towel to wash her.

After finishing everything, Li Cheng found one of his relatively clean clothes and put it on the girl. After thinking it over carefully, he then put one of his own boxer shorts on her.

It's a bit strange, but let's leave it at that for now.

Wiping away his sweat, Li Cheng sat down beside the girl, watching her continue to sleep peacefully.

You're sleeping so soundly, while I've been taking care of you like a vegetable. Ah, speaking of which, why did I do such a thing?

Closing my eyes, a familiar figure seemed to flash through my mind, then vanished like a bubble. My chaotic thoughts boiled and cooled, adding to my worries. In the end, my thoughts settled on the girl's struggling outstretched hand—a scene both familiar and strange.

So that's why...

Li Cheng sighed softly with some emotion, took out his phone, and sent a text message to Emiya.

The girl lying on her side trembled slightly.

Oh, are you awake?

Li Cheng turned around and exchanged a glance with the girl who had just woken up and looked confused.

"Alas--"