Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"If you don't wait for it, then there's no point in waiting."

"Hey..." Upon seeing Shenxin write such words, Yu Xietian felt a chill run down his spine and whispered, "This is too absolute, and couldn't you at least offer some comfort?"

Shenxin glanced at Yu Xietian but did not reply.

Yueming naturally didn't hear Yu Xietian's words. She looked at the words on the blackboard in the Divine Heart and whispered, "Perhaps you are right."

That's definitely wrong.

Whether it's Yu Xietian or Shen Xin, they both understand that this statement is wrong. But compared to the mistakes Yueming has made and may make again, this mistake is much easier to accept.

"I knew he wouldn't come back." Yueming looked extremely tired. "Perhaps he's dead, but even if he's dead, he's still here..."

She gazed at the bright moon in the sky and whispered, "Even without you, I wanted to find him in my own way. Horn contacted Sakura TV for me; I would hold a poetry recital during the Ghost Festival, with the theme 'Forget-Me-Not.' But no matter who came, no matter how good their poems were, I wouldn't accept them. Because I also wrote one, and I would designate my own as the best... hoping he would see it. However, before the Ghost Festival even arrived, all that hope ended today..."

Yueming sighed deeply and was about to leave when she saw the extremely ugly expressions on Shenxin and Yuxietian's faces.

"You just said... what is the theme of this poetry gathering?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Death of Horn

"..?"

This unexpected question startled Yueming slightly. She didn't know why the two from Yorozuya were focusing on this, but she still replied in a low voice, "Forget-me-not... that's the flower language of the purple thorn. What's wrong?"

【“..”】

Now that Shenxin didn't need to write anymore, Yu Xietian's face tightened, and he said, "Impossible... Horn contacted us and told us that the theme of this poetry gathering was 'Fallen Lotus,' and even paid a high price to have us find it..."

As Yu Xietian spoke, he gestured with his hand to indicate a number that eliminated any possibility of a prank; no one would use that price to play a prank.

"...Just today, we found the Fallen Lotus and gave it to Horn's friend. The theme of the poetry gathering should have been Fallen Lotus... Did you suddenly decide to change it to Forget-Me-Not?"

Yueming's brows furrowed slightly, and her expression turned serious. She said, "The theme of the poetry gathering has always been 'Forget-Me-Not,' which was decided at the beginning of this month. Just a few days ago, Horn told me that he had already discussed it with the leaders of Yingman TV Station, and the program could be broadcast... I don't know what you're talking about."

Yu Xietian's mind went blank, and before he could organize his thoughts, Shenxin picked up the small blackboard.

"So... Horn lied to us, using us to collect withered lotus? But he specifically requested withered lotus that matched your program, the kind that blooms around the time of the Ghost Festival. But withered lotus isn't a rare plant, it has no value whatsoever. Even if he directly commissioned us, we would have gone to find it ourselves. Why tell such a trivial lie?"

“I don’t know…” Yueming paused, then said seriously, “But collecting things under my name, no matter what they are, is unforgivable. Horn is a highly professional person, and I don’t believe he would do what you’re saying. I’ll call him here for a face-to-face confrontation.”

Yu Xietian once again felt the inescapable force of fate... He had completed Yueming's request, and everything should have ended. But things suddenly took a turn for the worse. Why was that...?

He only hoped that this matter could be resolved quickly and that there wouldn't be any further complications. Yingman's affair was like a giant whirlpool, gradually drawing them in. Now, Yu Xietian already felt like he couldn't escape.

His hopes were dashed. No one answered the phone when Yueming called. She gave instructions, and soon the three of them received news of a death.

The news of Horn's death.

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"From a medical perspective, the time of death was probably between 8:00 and 11:00 AM on July 13th. I know someone who saw him alive at 9:00 AM. But from a medical perspective, it should be between 8:00 and 11:00 AM."

"The fluctuations are quite large."

"Yes, and even if an autopsy were performed, it would be difficult to specify the exact timeframe."

"why."

"Brain death with no identifiable cause."

"Unexplained brain death?"

"Yes."

"He is 31 years old this year and has good lifestyle habits. He goes to the gym every weekend. Last week, he went to the hospital for a physical examination. The doctor said he was as strong as a martial artist. The neighbors said he goes to bed at 10 o'clock and gets up at 6 o'clock every day. He is as regular as a robot. You said he was brain dead. I want to ask you, why would such a person suddenly become brain dead? And you didn't even perform an autopsy. How can you not find the cause?"

“I don’t know why he died, but boss, we have a new medical magician with a PhD in our department. He has already performed a ‘magical’ autopsy on the body, and the answer is that there are no problems.”

"Magic can't explain anything! Try it yourself! If you still can't figure it out, then all of you get out of here!"

“Boss, even if you say that, you still can’t find a reason. I’ve been a forensic pathologist for twenty-nine years, and I’ve dissected more corpses than you’ve ever seen dead. I’ve witnessed too many unbelievable deaths. But no one’s death is as bizarre as his. If you insist that I find a reason, either we name a new, unknown disease after him, or he encountered an ancestral alien race or a mythical creature.”

"Sanada!"

"exist!"

"What was he doing between 8 and 11 o'clock today?"

Please take a look.

"...Isn't this just normal work?"

"Yes."

"At 9:13, I received a phone call... Was it from those two members of the Seven Luminaries?"

“Boss, strictly speaking, those two people are not from the Seven Luminaries; they just live in the Seven Luminaries.”

"Is this the time for his mother to say this?"

"I'm just pointing out your mistake; in our line of work, we can't afford to make that—"

"Shut up!"

"Yes."

"Let me see... At 9:13, he received a phone call, returned and continued working until 9:31, then went out to visit a client, and there was no news from him until 7:32 in the evening. His supervisor called him, but there was still no response. They called the client, who also said he hadn't arrived, and that's when they found him dead here..."

"In addition, there is another important piece of information that you would like to review."

"...Defeated Lotus?"

"Yes."

"...What's the use of this thing?"

"From a biological point of view, it has no irreplaceable role."

"Judging from what you're saying, it seems to have an irreplaceable role in other areas?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

The boss waited for the answer to the question, but the voice that answered him was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

"Ritual Studies".

The boss turned his head and saw a weathered-looking man with calm eyes, arms crossed, standing there staring at Horn's corpse.

Behind him were two men... Before he could see their faces clearly, the boss instinctively reached for the gun at his waist.

This is a crime scene, and many murderers have a habit of returning here after committing a crime. When these three suddenly appeared, the boss had no choice but to react based on his instincts.

"Who goes there! Hands up and lie down! Where are the idiots outside?! Who are they, and why are they allowed in?!"

Just as the boss was getting nervous, he suddenly saw an old man with a full head of white hair... He recognized the old man; he was the boss's boss's boss's boss's boss. He had met the old man at a dinner party before, and the old man's imposing presence had instilled fear in him.

"Put the gun down," the old man sternly ordered, and the boss instinctively complied.

"The three of you..." The old man turned around, looked at the three of them, and said respectfully, "This is the most suspicious thing about Yingman today... Please take a look."

Before the old man could speak, Ying Qin Guan had already strode in.

Because Horn's manner of death... was very familiar to him.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Mute

Himura Dansaku once asked P.S. what they could offer in this incident.

When P.S. answered "logistics," Hiramura Tanzakura was very disappointed. "So, all you can provide is logistics?" she thought. "Yes, that's all I can provide."

But actually, logistics alone is enough.

If anything even slightly suspicious happens within Sakuraman, military personnel will arrive and take control of the scene. If it proves sufficiently suspicious, it will be handed over to the three of them.

What's the point of handing it over to those three?

The answer is to have the three people remain vigilant, and once they've confirmed that there's nothing wrong with the surroundings, call in someone who can actually solve the problem.

Though blind, it can see the past, present, and future—this is Shenzhou-9.

However, this time, before Shenzhou-9 arrived, Ying Qin Guan had some speculations... He couldn't wait any longer.

He walked quickly over, using his inner energy to isolate himself from the scene as much as possible, and then looked up to see his inner energy invading Horn's body.

【"This is.."】

Ying Qin Guan scanned his internal energy and was secretly shocked. There were no injuries in the opponent's body at all; he had inexplicably become brain dead. Ying Qin Guan wasn't sure if any of the ancestors could do such a thing. But if it were him, he could indeed achieve this level using the Consciousness Slash, preventing the opponent from escaping the illusion and 'forcing' their brain to believe that they were 'dead' in their imagination.

This would create a corpse without any injuries. But... could the other party have grasped this level of understanding just by sensing it?

Ying Qin Guan was somewhat surprised, but at the moment, he could not be sure that the other party was behind it. He simply stood up, nodded, and said, "I can indeed achieve this effect with my consciousness slash, but I cannot be sure it was him."

He couldn't be sure it was that man who did it, so he could only say that.

"Let's leave it to Shenzhou-9..."

"Himurura Tansakura said, and Ying Qin Guan nodded. Then, the three of them divided the work and cleaned up the surrounding area. After confirming that there were no suspicious people, they brought Shen Jiu here.

—Why did P.S. leave Ouma? Wasn't it because she was afraid of being cut off? Kami-9's role is even more important than P.S.'s. But because of her abilities, she had to take risks, making her the most important person in this incident, the most vulnerable to being targeted, and the most likely to die.

She approached Horn, glanced around, and said, "Then, I'll use my ability."

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Shen Xin and Yu Xietian were taken to the police station and subjected to intense questioning. As the last two people suspected of having contact with Horn before his death, the military had too much to ask them.

After a brief exchange, Shenxin and Yuxietian were released. They were indeed without problems, and Nephalem were continuing to monitor the situation and vouch for them. Logically, they should have been left in Ouma to observe the situation, but that was no longer necessary.

That's it, right?

As the interrogation ended, Yu Xietian had this thought in his mind: he had been swept along by a powerful force of fate all along, and now, he finally felt he could retire and leave. He and Shenxin had come here because of Horn's hidden connection, which had brought about an opportunity... Wasn't that enough? Yes, that was enough. So be it.

but..

"I want to make a phone call."

Shen Xin suddenly raised the small blackboard and looked at Yu Xietian.

"Call the Nephalem and tell them we want to see the crime scene. Ying Qin Guan and the others should be here too... Quick, call the Nephalem. I have a really uneasy feeling."

Shenxin and Yu Xietian were definitely not qualified to enter the crime scene. Therefore, they still had to go through the all-powerful Nephalem Mother to relay the message. She used to be the communication line between Ying Qin Pass and the Empire, and now she also had to be the communication line between the Yorozuya and the military.