Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

"What's wrong?" Su Wanxi put down the documents in her hand and turned to look at her.

"Can we really find anything out with this kind of investigation..." Gu Cheng had been filled with doubt ever since she left Yu Jinlin's villa. The questions Su Wanxi had raised were all in the documents, and Yu Jinlin's answers were impeccable. The investigation seemed to have reached a stalemate, and she really had no clue what to do.

What are your thoughts on what Yu Jinlin said?

"It feels strange, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"That's right." Su Wanxi suddenly smiled, her fair and delicate cheeks looking exceptionally beautiful.

"In my opinion, Yu Jinlin's statement is half true and half false, and the false half is the key."

"What do you mean?" Gu Cheng leaned closer curiously, her fingers slightly bent and unconsciously resting against her lips.

"First, I asked Yu Jinxuan why she didn't come to class for those two months. Yu Jinlin gave two reasons and deliberately drew our attention to the latter, namely Wen Xiangdong."

"You mean Yu Jinxuan might not actually be sick?"

"That's right. When Yu Jinlin called the police, he was vague about his supposed illness, saying it was seasonal flu. He applied for leave from school all by himself, and Yu Jinxuan was never present."

"What exactly is Yu Jinlin hiding? Doesn't he want to find Yu Jinxuan as soon as possible?" After hearing Su Wanxi's explanation, Gu Cheng felt that the whole matter was even more confusing.

"I can tell that he really wants to find Yu Jinxuan."

"And you seem to have forgotten that the purpose of our investigation is to search for the cracks." Su Wanxi felt that the girl in front of her seemed to really think of her as a police officer, and actually focused on finding people as well.

"Hmm..." Gu Cheng rubbed her hair sheepishly; she had really forgotten about it.

"Two months is too long. If Yu Jinxuan had only been absent from school for half a month, I might have actually thought that Yu Jinlin had delayed reporting her disappearance." Su Wanxi put the documents back in her bag and took out two cans of instant coffee. This kind of coffee was the sweetest one she could find in the supermarket, and it was also her favorite.

Do you want it?

"No need." Gu Cheng had already had tea at the coffee shop, and hadn't said much in the conversation at the villa, so she naturally hadn't touched the tea that Yu Jinlin had poured.

"I've been guessing that Yu Jinxuan is the source of the rift, which would perfectly explain why she could disappear into thin air." Putting one of the cans of coffee back, Su Wanxi pulled the tab and took a small sip.

"The formation of cracks requires negative emotions, which is why you asked him if his emotions are stable?" Gu Cheng finally caught up with Su Wanxi's train of thought and asked weakly.

"Yes, Yu Jinlin's answer is significantly different from this guess. Either I'm wrong, or he's lying." The taste is so-so; it should be chilled first. It's too hot in the car, so the coffee is lukewarm.

"One more thing, I just opened my spiritual vision in the villa and vaguely felt that something was watching us. It's highly likely that some supernatural ability is at work." Su Wanxi's ability level is A. She is very sensitive to supernatural things. She can basically detect anything that has appeared.

“I have a similar feeling…” Gu Cheng added.

"Are you sure?" Su Wanxi suddenly moved closer to her, her tone somewhat surprised.

"Yes...it's true, especially...the feeling is most obvious in the living room near the bedroom..." Before she knew it, the two were almost touching, and Gu Cheng could even feel the other's warm body temperature. Her cheeks flushed red, and her words began to break into fragments.

“Strange…” Su Wanxi sat back down, muttering to herself.

Is there a problem?

"No." Logically speaking, her spiritual vision shouldn't surpass mine. Su Wanxi pondered for a moment, and this situation could only be explained by genius.

"The investigation went well today, thank you for your hard work." Judging from Gu Cheng's condition this morning, Su Wanxi originally did not plan to let her participate in this mission, but Zhou Li had other things to do and there was a real shortage of manpower.

"It's alright, this is much easier than my previous job." Putting aside the danger, spending an afternoon chatting and drinking tea is much more comfortable than doing hard labor.

"Really? What were you doing before you joined the Hermit Bureau?" This girl, whose eyes were red in the morning, seemed to have done nothing by the afternoon. Su Wanxi rarely showed such curiosity about someone's past, and she didn't even notice the urgency in her tone.

"Hmm...delivering takeout or working as a waitress serving tea and water, or if all else fails, washing dishes in the kitchen. Actually, it requires quite a bit of skill; I can wash three dishes in the time it takes others to wash one." As she spoke, Gu Cheng became proud, as if at that moment she was no longer holding a plate, but a future shimmering with diamond luster.

"Do these things..." Su Wanxi was a little incredulous. Given Gu Cheng's appearance, she could easily find a simple and easy job without having to lower her dignity. With her hard work, her monthly salary would probably be quite high.

"What else can I do?" Gu Cheng had never actually done the brick-moving thing that was so popular online, and she didn't know if bricks were as hot to the touch as people imagined.

"..." Su Wanxi was silent for a moment, her gaze towards the girl carrying an indescribable meaning. Suddenly, she reached out and touched Gu Cheng's smooth, long hair.

"Ugh!" Oh no, a numbing sensation came from her heart. Gu Cheng hurriedly controlled her abilities to prevent the electric current from shooting out.

"W-what happened?" She was just a hair's breadth away from the explosion.

"The catkins are stuck in your hair." Su Wanxi let go of her hand, and a strand of white catkins remained between her slender fingers.

......

After the visitors left, the huge villa seemed particularly deserted.

After finishing the last sip of tea, Yu Jinlin returned to his bedroom, turned on the TV, and randomly tuned in to a few channels.

"Why are you looking for me now..." The phone next to the bed showed the information of two visitors, which matched the information on their identification. They were police officers from the Lanjiang Public Security Bureau.

"Where are you?" he asked hoarsely, covering his eyes with a pillow.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound from the television gradually faded until it disappeared completely. Yu Jinlin opened his eyes and removed the pillow from his face.

"Is the TV broken?" He picked up the remote and tried to fix it, but even with the volume turned up to the maximum, it was still deathly silent.

"Tsk." He turned off the TV, planning to have someone fix it in a couple of days.

"Shh..." It was that annoying rubbing sound again, this time it seemed to be coming from outside the door.

“Here we go again.” Yu Jinlin sighed and took a box of medicine from the bedside table drawer. He had recently talked to his doctor about the medication wearing off, and the doctor guessed that he had already developed some drug resistance, and increasing the dosage would not help. So he changed his approach: since he couldn't suppress the auditory hallucinations, he might as well just ignore them.

The box contained sleeping pills he had specially purchased. Following the dosage instructions, Yu Jinlin's consciousness gradually faded.

In a daze, the voice drew closer, almost touching his body.

The next second, it appeared beside his ear, but Yu Jinlin no longer had the strength to open his eyes.

He fell asleep.

Section 30, Chapter 30: The Illness Worsens

"We meet again, Mr. Yu. What's the problem this time?"

"My auditory hallucinations have gotten worse." Yu Jinlin only took two weeks off, and he has been resting at home for more than a week now, but his condition has not improved at all, and even shows signs of worsening.

"Have you been taking the medication I prescribed recently?" The doctor put down his pen and looked at him carefully.

“I haven’t taken it. Since I noticed the medication’s effects were wearing off, I’ve been following your advice and no longer taking it.”

"So how are you dealing with auditory hallucinations now?"

He paused for a moment and confessed to the doctor: "Sleeping pills."

"Try to eat as little as possible; you know how harmful this stuff is." As a doctor, he had a duty to remind the patient in front of him.

“I always control the dosage…” If possible, Yu Jinlin would not want to solve the problem in such a harmful way.

"Is it still that friction sound?" The doctor shook his head. He knew that further persuasion would be futile, so he decided to help the patient understand the situation better.

"Yes, the sound is sharper and happening more frequently. Strangely enough, I rarely experience auditory or visual hallucinations at work; it's only at home that the feeling is particularly pronounced." The problem might not be with him, but with the villa.

Have you considered moving out? Perhaps a change of environment would be more beneficial for your recovery.

“I’ve thought about it, but it probably won’t happen anytime soon.” That villa holds great significance for Yu Jinlin, and he doesn’t want Yu Jinxuan to come back one day and not be able to find her brother.

“This kind of problem is beyond my ability to treat. The only advice I can give you right now is to see a psychologist. Delaying it might make it worse.” In fact, the doctor had said this more than once, but Yu Jinlin just ignored it and had no intention of seeing a psychologist.

"I know," the other person replied, still neither warm nor cold.

Being a doctor is exhausting, especially dealing with a stubborn patient. He felt that Yu Jinlin had only come to prescribe some random medication for psychological comfort.

"That's settled then. I'll let you know as soon as there's any new development." Yu Jinlin put on his bronze coat and pushed his chair under the table.

"Wait a minute." The doctor called out to him, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines on a piece of white paper in a flamboyant style.

"If you insist on using sleeping pills, go downstairs and get some of this; the side effects will be milder." Yu Jinlin took the paper, which was covered in writing he couldn't understand.

“I will.” He smiled, a rare occurrence, then waved to the doctor and left the room.

Ten minutes later, the director of the central hospital opened the office door.

"Yu Jinlin is here again?" The question was asked, but the tone was unusually certain.

"Yes." The doctor didn't hide anything and reported their conversation truthfully to the hospital director. He was actually quite curious as to why these high-ranking officials were so concerned about Yu Jinlin's condition.

"You did a good job." The hospital director nodded approvingly, without explaining why. Besides being the director of the Central Hospital, he had another, little-known identity: a member of the intelligence department of the Lanjiang City Hermit Branch. Or rather, the latter was his primary identity.

This intelligence will be passed up through the chain of command and finally handed over to specialized personnel.

He probably never imagined that one of the "professional members" was still struggling to afford lunch.

"Isn't that too much?" Gu Cheng looked at the food in the pot, hesitating whether to add more salt. Recently, Qin Kexin had been urging her on her phone to try Zhou Li's cooking, and she had indeed tried it. The dishes were delicious and visually appealing, a world apart from her own.

"How did Uncle Zhou manage to do that? The steps are exactly the same..." During a casual chat before the meal, Zhou Li revealed that he had worked as a full-time chef for a while, and that's when he honed his cooking skills.

"Salty..." Gu Cheng scooped up a small spoonful and savored it carefully. It was almost a tiny bit different from the home-cooked meals she had at Zhou Ji's restaurant.

Yes, just a tiny bit. It seems there's a lot more she can learn than fighting skills.

"Have you decided what kind of cat you want to buy?" Just as Gu Cheng was serving the dishes and preparing to eat, a neighbor who wished to remain anonymous sent her a message.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Or rather, she wasn't thinking about it at all. After returning from Yu Jinlin's villa that day, Gu Cheng had been cramming on supernatural knowledge and had no time to care about these trivial matters.

Zhang Ye, however, continued to share cat-raising tips with great enthusiasm, from choosing cat food to grooming her cat's fur. She began to wonder if this person had majored in veterinary medicine in college.

As I was thinking, the screen suddenly went dark.

Low battery... Gu Cheng blinked, a beam of electricity shot from her fingertips, and the battery started charging the next second.

It has to be said, this ability is really convenient; she basically no longer has to worry about her phone running out of battery. The screen lit up again, and besides Zhang Ye's cat-raising assistant notification, Gu Cheng found that there were more things in her inbox.

There's a new investigation tomorrow night at 6 PM. The meeting point is in front of the coffee shop where we met last time.

Miss Su's messages were always so brief. Gu Cheng continued scrolling down, finding no additional information besides an attachment.

"Wen Xiangdong, male, 25 years old..." This electronic document details his identity information.

Wen Xiangdong—Gu Cheng remembered this name; the lecherous man Yu Jinlin had mentioned.

"Are we going to investigate him tomorrow night?" The message was sent successfully, and Gu Cheng held her phone, waiting for Su Wanxi's reply.

......

An elegant young woman sat quietly at the piano, her hands dancing across the black and white keys like intertwined butterflies.

"Ballade pour Adeline," a piano piece by Richard Clayderman, is renowned worldwide for its romantic and beautiful style.

The soothing melody flowed quietly in the practice room until the last note fell, at which point the slightly calloused fingertips left the keys.

Su Wanxi wore a white silk nightgown, her long, black, and lustrous hair cascading over her shoulders. Closer up were her delicate and beautiful collarbones, her long, fair legs, and low-heeled sandals. The silvery sunlight fell on her exquisite profile, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

She released the pedals, stood up, and slowly lowered the piano lid.