Lord of the Mysteries

Stole two sedan cars in a row… This is probably a crime syndicate. How can one person drive two cars? I can’t help but mutter inwardly.

This is the cultivation I’ve gone through as a fan of courtroom dramas and detective series, as well as me being a loyal reader of crime deduction novels.

Of course, I don’t say it out loud. I believe that people with standard intelligence can come to a similar conclusion.

When the guard on duty calls to confirm my identity, I take out my phone and check the time.

There’s more than enough time… I let out a sigh of relief as I unhurriedly circle around the pond in the middle of the courtyard and enter the building facing the main entrance.

After I run through the possible exchange in my mind, I knock on the door of the target’s office three minutes early.

“Please come in.” A mellow voice sounds from inside.

“O-Officer Deng…” As soon as I push open the door and enter, I realize that the officer sitting behind the desk is the one who had come to check on my residence permit!

I always imagined that he’s a police officer at the police station, but I never expected him to have an office at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He even has the room to himself!

“You are?” Officer Deng raises his hand to comb his receding hairline and asks with a puzzled look, “Do we know each other?”

“Last night, you checked on my residence permit and reminded me of a mysterious cult. Later, we met again in Lawson. I even reported a woman suspected to be a member of the cult.” I begin to suspect that the person in front of me is Officer Deng’s biological brother, but I still give the details.

Officer Deng is enlightened.

“Zhou-Zhou Mingrui, right?

“I’m face-blind, and I don’t have a good memory. It was night, so I couldn’t see clearly.”

I don’t need you to tell me that your memory isn’t good or how you have face-blindness. I can tell… I politely smile.

“Today, I’m representing the Intis Group to take over the previous project.”

Officer Deng points

immediately approach it and plan on placing the black notebook that I just bought on the table. I will then flip it to the middle—I can’t let Officer Deng notice that I just bought it and have never

glances at the notebook

he picks up the phone and dials an

Intis Group is here.

a simple briefing, he puts down

project. We can’t decide on our own. Yes, the other party’s

I’ve read the relevant documents in the morning

even if I’m lazy and didn’t read it, I’ll still have given such an answer. I can’t let the partner I’m working with find out that I’m skiving and not

sit down, I

stand up politely and look back. I see an old man in a long black

of his eyes and mouth are deeply recessed. His dark red eyes appear

chest. He looks like a priest from

foreign priest… I nod with

little familiar, just like the first time I met Officer

been feeling sad for some inexplicable reason. Is this the after-effect of the Assassin

moment, Officer Deng introduces, “Old Neil, an Interpol representative, a

I quickly

Neil doesn’t speak. He

you been troubled by ghosts

tell? I’m shocked. I don’t know if I should admit it or hide

sharp.” Old Neil smiles and points

“A little…” I mutter.

not that sure. Yes, I’m a

feudal superstitions in front of a police officer?

very naturally picks up

still a believer of

but I am

for two seconds

already found a