Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

The bluestone slabs on the square reflected a grayish-white halo under the dim light, and the three-story ancient building in the distance looked like a giant beast crouching in the shadows, with its upturned eaves outlining sharp contours.

The three characters "Shinpuku" on the stone tablet in the center of the square were captured by the camera and appeared somewhat blurry, but they were still clearly recognizable when zoomed in.

Then the scene shifted to Luo Fei.

He stood in the center of the square, his coat, covered in volcanic ash, fluttering in the wind. He stood steadily, his center of gravity slightly lowered, his legs shoulder-width apart.

Volcanic ash slid down his shoulders and accumulated into a small ring of gray powder at his feet.

His face wore an expression that was cold to the bone, his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were staring straight ahead—the camera followed his gaze and turned to show seven figures standing in front of the ancient building.

The live chat exploded at that moment.

"Holy crap, Captain Luo is really in Japan!!"

"What's that ancient building in the back? It looks scary."

"Kamikaze Bureau??? Why are those three characters engraved on a stone tablet???"

"Those guys over there seem weird. There's even a giant over two meters tall among them."

"What happened to Captain Luo's face? Why is there blood?"

"That's not blood upstairs, it's volcanic ash."

"Oh my god, Mount Fuji erupted! Is Captain Luo still there? Is he in danger?"

"He works for the National Security Bureau, right? But he looks like he's about to fight someone to the death."

"Captain Luo, say something! Captain Luo, you're live streaming, say something!"

Luo Fei ignored the comments. He took a few steps forward, the gravel crunching under his feet. He stopped about twenty meters away from the seven members of the Divine Wind Group.

Twenty meters is a safe distance for ordinary people, but for people with superpowers, that distance is enough for anything to happen.

Tenyu Kamikura's speed can cover twenty meters in a fraction of a second. At this distance, Sasaki Kojiro's longsword can unleash a sword aura with a single strike. At this distance, Dark Moon Shura's power can deliver a punch to Luo Fei with just one dash.

Luo Fei stood at this distance, then stretched out his hand and pointed at the seven people opposite him.

"Luo Fei, leader of the Heavenly Secrets Group."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and clear, penetrating the howling wind across the square and reaching the ears of the seven people opposite him: "You slaughtered my team members and killed my men while I was away. Today, we'll settle this score."

The expressions of the seven people opposite Luo Fei changed in different ways as he spoke.

The shock still lingered on Yamaya Masako's face. Dark Moon Shura's lips twitched, revealing a wild and mocking smile. May Ayaka's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. Hana Yu Shizumaru's exposed gray eye stared unblinkingly at Luo Fei. Sasaki Kojiro's hand clenched and unclenched on the hilt of his sword.

Tenyu Kamikura's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes revealed an undisguised excitement.

Onishi Takijiro's expression was the most complex. First came surprise, then anger, and finally a suppressed gloom. He looked at Luo Fei, his lips pressed tightly together, and the hand in front of him unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Yamaya Masako spoke first. Suppressing her shock, she replaced it with a condescending disdain. She tilted her head, looking at Luo Fei with the gaze one would give a dead man, and sneered, "Luo Fei? You've got some nerve, coming all alone to your death at the entrance of the Divine Wind Bureau? Do you know how many of us are here?"

Luo Fei chuckled. The laugh was short and muffled, devoid of any real joy; it was merely a breath squeezed out of his chest.

“What do I have to be afraid of? I, Luo Fei, will tell you today—not only will I take your lives, but I will also cut off the heads of everyone in your Divine Wind Bureau and bring them back to Great Xia to appease the souls of those who died at your hands.”

The moment he finished speaking, he clenched his right fist tightly.

The moment his five fingers came together, a visible shockwave erupted from his fist.

That wasn't a metaphor; it was a real shockwave that could be seen with the naked eye—centered on Luo Fei's body, the volcanic ash on the plaza was shaken by an invisible force and rolled outwards in all directions, forming a ring of grayish-white waves that spread outwards.

The pebbles on the ground were kicked up by the airflow and rolled around on the stone slabs. The hem of Luo Fei's coat was blown upwards by the airflow, and the corner of his coat fluttered in the wind. His hair was also blown by this force, floating upwards strand by strand before slowly falling down.

Wen Junjie, standing behind him, felt the shockwave. His phone was almost blown out of his hand, and he involuntarily took two steps back, his back pressed against the side of the stone tablet.

He stared at Luo Fei's retreating figure, his eyes filled with disbelief—the air around Luo Fei's body seemed to be heated by something, exhibiting subtle distortions. The visual effect was like looking at a distant asphalt road on a hot summer day, with the air constantly trembling, and an invisible layer of "qi" swirling around his body.

All seven members of the Kamikaze Group witnessed this scene.

The excitement in Amagami's eyes turned into fervor. He licked his chapped lips, shifted his weight slightly, and quietly moved his center of gravity forward.

Dark Moon Asura snorted coldly, crossed his two incredibly thick arms in front of his chest, and looked down at Luo Fei as if he were looking at a crazy person who overestimated himself.

Hana Yushimaru blinked his gray eyes, and his fingers, hidden in the cuff of his kimono, made a subtle gesture.

Kojiro Saki placed his thumb on the guard of the hilt and gave it a gentle push, revealing a glint of cold light from the scabbard.

Maya and the young woman with her hair in a high ponytail tensed up at the same time, their knees slightly bent.

The last trace of gloom on Takijiro Onishi's face vanished, replaced by utter coldness.

"I could feel Captain Luo's aura even through the screen."

"What kind of kung fu is this? Why is the air shaking?"

"My God, he blasted away all the volcanic ash!"

"Luo Fei, leader of the Heavenly Secrets Group! Long live the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"He said to kill all those little Japanese devils and charge at Captain Luo!!!"

"For the fallen Ghost Squad!! For the 52 lives!!"

"These bastards attacked the Heavenly Secrets Group while Captain Luo was away; they deserved to die."

"Is Captain Luo going to fight seven people by himself? Is he crazy?"

"So what if he's crazy? I think Captain Luo is going to go crazy for them today."

Hiding behind the stone tablet, Wen Junjie held his breath and pointed his phone camera at Luo Fei's back. His hands were trembling, but his eyes didn't dare leave the screen for a moment, afraid of missing even a second of the scene. He glanced down at the frantically scrolling comments at the bottom of the screen, then at the fan count in the upper right corner that was about to break 300 million, then swallowed hard and pointed the camera back at Luo Fei in the center of the square.

The wind in the square was getting stronger.

Volcanic ash was whipped up by the wind, forming gray vortexes in the sky above the plaza. In the distance, Mount Fuji was still erupting, its fiery peak piercing through the dark gray clouds, turning the horizon a fiery red.

The tremors came from the soles of my feet, continuous and intense, as if the earth itself was shaking because of the impending battle.

Luo Fei was only twenty meters away from the seven members of the Divine Wind Group, separated by a sky full of volcanic ash.

He stood alone in the center of the square, facing the seven superhumans opposite him, his fists clenched, his killing intent rising.

The moment the live stream screen lit up, it felt like a nuclear bomb had been detonated in the entire online world of Daxia.

Within three seconds of the live stream starting, Douyin's backend data began to surge at an alarming rate. All the preparations the technical team had made beforehand became utterly inadequate; the number of viewers flooding in far exceeded everyone's expectations. The engineer in charge of monitoring the traffic stared wide-eyed at the almost vertically upward curve on the screen, his mouth agape, then he sprang up from his chair and yelled hoarsely at the people behind him, "Everyone, switch all the bandwidth over!"

Wen Junjie hid behind the stone tablet, his hands gripping Luo Fei's phone tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

His eyes were fixed on the frantically jumping numbers on his phone screen. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word.

The number of followers in the upper right corner of the screen has exceeded 290 million, and it is still increasing by hundreds of thousands every second.

The comments in the live stream were no longer scrolling one by one, but had turned into a white torrent, densely covering the entire screen, making it impossible to read what was being posted.

"Holy crap, Captain Luo is actually streaming!"

"He's alive!! Captain Luo is still alive!! He didn't die during the eruption of Mount Fuji!!"

"Who are those people standing in front of that ancient building? They don't look like good people."

"I've found out the Kamikaze Bureau is a supernatural organization from Japan; they're the ones who killed the Ghost Group members."

"The Ghost Squad of the Great Xia National Security Bureau killed 52 people; these beasts were responsible for that."

"Captain Luo, say something! Captain Luo, how's the situation on your end?"

"What is that giant that's over two meters tall? Can humans grow that tall?"

"What's on Captain Luo's face, blood or ash? He looks so tired."

"Has he gone mad, facing the entire Kamikaze Military Bureau alone in Japan?"

Wen Junjie raised his phone higher, the camera angled over Luo Fei's shoulder and aimed at the seven people opposite him. His fingers were trembling, but he forced himself to steady his wrist to prevent the image from shaking too much.

He looked up at Luo Fei's back, then looked down at the gift effects on the screen, the numbers of which were barely visible, and made a sound as if he had choked up.

"Big...Big Brother, you've almost reached 300 million fans..."

Wen Junjie's voice was dry and hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand in his throat, "The gift... the gift is completely invisible, the whole screen is just special effects..."

Luo Fei didn't turn around. His gaze was fixed on the seven people opposite him, and the invisible aura around his body did not dissipate, but instead grew stronger.

Volcanic ash fell from the sky, but was deflected by the gas half a meter away from his body, piling up in a clear grayish-white ring at his feet.

"Take good pictures."

Luo Fei only said these three words, his tone as calm as if he were instructing Wen Junjie to buy a bottle of water.

The wind in the square suddenly stopped.

The stillness wasn't a natural dissipation, but a stagnant stillness. The volcanic ash particles floating in the air remained suspended in mid-air, no longer drifting, as if nailed to their spot by some invisible force.

The temperature in the square dropped sharply within seconds. Wen Junjie huddled behind the stone tablet, feeling a chill creep up from the soles of his feet.

The seven members of the Kamikaze Group stood before the gate of the ancient building, and each of their expressions changed during the brief silence.

Masako Yamaya was the first to react. The shock on her face hadn't completely faded, but her body had already made its choice.

She put the hand that Luo Fei had broken in the cellar behind her back, took a light step back, then another, and gracefully stepped to the back of the others.

Her movements carried a deliberate composure, as if she were actively stating an attitude—I'm not good at fighting, so don't bother me with such rough work.

“Luo Fei,” Yagaya Masako’s voice drifted from behind the crowd, her tone carrying a forced, relaxed smile, “to be able to fight your way all the way from the Heavenly Mystery Group here, your abilities are indeed a little bit greater than I imagined.”

"However—" She tilted her head, looking Luo Fei up and down with her one uncovered eye, "I'm not good at fighting."

She said it with a smile, but then took a half step back, shifting her weight entirely behind the massive body of Dark Moon Shura. Onishi Takijiro glanced at her, his lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

Maya stood still.

She stood in the second row of everyone, and after Masako Yamaya stepped back, she became the third person in the front row.

Her long black hair swayed slightly in the wind, and the cold expression on her face remained unchanged, but the fingers on her sides unconsciously curled up for a moment before slowly relaxing.

Her lips moved, as if she were taking a deep breath, and then she lifted her left foot and took a step forward.

This step was not easy. Maya's footsteps landed on the bluestone slabs with a slight scraping sound. Her knees were slightly bent, and her weight shifted from the balls of her feet to her heels. Her movements were steady, but there was an indescribable stiffness in that steadiness.

She stopped about three steps away from the others, raised her right hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread.

A wisp of orange-red flame emerged from her palm, like a fire snake growing from her hand. The flame danced and tumbled between her fingers, turning her entire palm a translucent orange-red.

Hana Yukanmaru suddenly raised his left hand.

His left hand emerged from the wide sleeve of his kimono, his five fingers thin as withered twigs, his nails neatly trimmed, and his knuckles covered with crisscrossing tiny scars.

He placed his hand across Ayaka's face, without touching her body, but the gesture was clear enough to convey his meaning—don't move, you can't. (End of Chapter)