The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 118 Curse (4)

With his face covered in thick skincare products, Yuan Ming couldn't make any facial expressions, so he could only tighten his facial muscles and ask in a deep voice, "What is it now, two Star Police officers?"

The male assistant tactfully said, "It seems you have important business to discuss, so I'll head out first." His departing figure, swaying with his hips, resembled a water snake.

“You don’t need to avoid me,” Su Ninglong suddenly said.

The assistant, with her pinky finger raised, turned around and sized up the unfamiliar girl. "Little sister, how did you sneak in? Aren't you here to see Brother Yuan?"

"If she tells you to stay, then stay." Xue Wanshan opened his shirt to reveal a recording device, adjusted his headphones to ensure the audio was working properly.

The male assistant had no choice but to sit down on the sofa, his deliberately protruding posture carrying a hint of coquettishness. "Two police officers, I am a law-abiding citizen and would never do anything illegal."

"Nobody said you did anything illegal. Just cooperate with the questioning." The straight-laced Xue Wanshan pointed at his posture and demanded that he sit up straight.

"So many rules," the male assistant thought to himself, before changing his position and formally placing both of them on his knees.

Old Wang cut to the chase, demanding that Yuan Ming produce the love letter so they could check it again.

Yuan Ming took out a square, transparent sealing device from under the table. The surface of the sealing device was covered with rainbow graffiti, full of childlike fun.

Lei Qingya and the others looked at him with curiosity, and Yuan Ming could only explain again, "I remember she liked rainbows."

The sealing device was opened, and Su Ninglong and Song Hu both put on gloves. Su Ninglong held one of the letters between her fingers.

You can smell a rich and delicate fragrance even without getting close.

The fragrance contained a variety of components, which Su Ninglong could not determine, but these letters did not have any ominous aura.

Song Hu used tweezers to pry open the envelope, unfolded it, and read only the first paragraph.

To the Rose:
Please allow me to address you this way.

I wonder if you, sitting by the window listening to the wind right now, can hear the song I composed for you?

Every note is steeped in restless longing, and every melody is soothing with a yearning that twists and turns.

If you find this abrupt, I only hope you can savor its intense heat...

Song Hu was most sensitive to whether there was any power in the writing; there seemed to be an ominous aura floating between the neat lines of handwriting, which stung his eyes.

Just as he was about to fold it up, he found the words so beautiful and moving that he felt compelled to continue reading.

Song Hu, who had absolutely no capacity for love, realized he had made a cognitive error and immediately stopped reading.

Su Ninglong also opened a letter with roughly the same content. She also had a slight misunderstanding, but after reading a few lines, she felt nauseous.

"You didn't read the whole letter yesterday, did you?" Su Ninglong texted Lao Wang.

Old Wang replied: "I didn't finish reading it. I originally wanted to finish reading it, but Xue Wanshan stopped me. We have some experience in this area."

If they still fell into the trap even with Su Ninglong's warning, then they would be extremely unprofessional.

Song Hu folded the letter neatly, put it back in the envelope, and casually asked Yuan Ming, "Mr. Yuan, your writing is truly remarkable. Did you personally draft all these love letters?"

"Of course?" Yuan Ming raised his chin slightly, revealing a reserved expression. "If you like something, you should write it down in your own hand to show your sincerity."

Lei Qingya noticed that the male assistant seemed hesitant to speak, and asked, "Is there anything this gentleman wants to say?"

"No, there's nothing I want to say," the male assistant hurriedly waved his hand.

Song Hu continued, "When was it written?"

"I think I was sixteen, when I was young, around the time I was about to turn 18, but I can't remember exactly."

Song Hu shook the yellowed letter, making a crisp sound. "Sixteen years old?"

He ran his fingertips over the smooth, pristine fiber texture and decisively exposed his clumsy forgery: "Paper that has been stored for more than ten years should be like autumn leaves, dry and fragile, with ink bleeding into the edges, and there should be uneven light transmission due to the natural degradation of the fibers."

Modern people mostly use e-books and rarely come into contact with traditional paper.

The paper with its mottled old appearance wouldn't be considered by most people to have been deliberately aged.

The two Star Police officers looked closer, and it really was.

Yuan Ming sighed helplessly, "If I had known, I would have used that notebook that someone else had been keeping for over ten years without being able to sell." He opened a drawer, took out a cigarette, and held it between his index and middle fingers. "Mind if I have one?"

“I do mind, but I’m a child, and secondhand smoke is unhealthy.” Su Ninglong sat properly in the chair and cruelly pointed out, “Actually, you don’t really want to ask us if we mind. You’re just used to pretending. Others certainly won’t say they mind, but I will. So please put it away properly. I want to have a clear mind that isn’t affected by the smoke.”

Lei Qingya turned her head away, trying to suppress her laughter; her boss had the ability to make people choke to death without any repercussions.

Being criticized by a child for the first time, Yuan Ming couldn't even get angry; the thick layer of skincare products restricted his expressions.

"Yes, it's all a persona. Which celebrity doesn't need a persona? Do you have any other questions? I'm very tired and want to rest as soon as possible."

Song Hu looked at Su Ninglong, who gestured for all the love letters to be taken out and spread out on the coffee table.

Su Ninglong grasped the "golden-haired" doll, her consciousness sinking into it. Then she opened her eyes. Among a pile of love letters, only one resonated with the doll, emitting a faint silver light.

Su Ninglong brushed aside the love letters covering the envelope and carefully took out the one that belonged to Alice.

Withdrawing her divine sense, Su Ninglong's temples throbbed. Fortunately, she was only using the doll's perspective to view the connected objects.

All anyone saw was Su Ninglong standing in front of the coffee table and taking out a letter; no one knew what she was doing.

Su Ninglong handed the love letter to Lao Wang, "This is the one, the one Alice read back then."

Yuan Ming's beautiful green eyes sparkled with inquiry, and Su Ninglong turned her head, catching the ill intent in his eyes.

"Kid, are you my fan? What's your name? I can give you an autograph, but please don't touch anything."

"Trying to sabotage me?" Su Ninglong smiled and took the love letter back from Lao Wang's hand. A spark suddenly rose up, the love letter caught fire, and the male assistant behind her cried out in pain and rolled to the ground.

The crowd was momentarily stunned.

One is rolling on the ground, so what about the one sitting down? Could the curse master be a male assistant?

Yuan Ming was furious. "What did you do to my assistant?"

"We didn't do anything." The other party was really cautious, even knowing to find a scapegoat. Su Ninglong looked around and said, "Song Hu, use the 'blame' spell on the doll."

Song Hu: "Received."

The key to retribution lies in the word "blame," which allows for the transfer of karmic retribution.

After Alice's personality splits, she will experience karmic consequences that differ from her original self. In interstellar terms, karma is a side effect, inflicting unspeakable suffering on people.

In order to completely restore the separated spiritual body, this karmic retribution must be eliminated.

However, Song Hu couldn't use the techniques of causal backlash and star transfer at all; she couldn't use even a little bit of them. She could only settle for second best.

Transferring business statements has a prerequisite: it must be done near the "source" of the business statement; otherwise, it is invalid.

This can be considered a method of finding murderers, which is rather extreme, but it will never wrong an innocent person.

The "blame" technique is much more difficult than the "sound" technique; it involves a mysterious application.

Song Hu was highly regarded by the Star Alliance's inner court, which was enough to make him a genius among geniuses. He had an unparalleled understanding of the special abilities of Word Spirit Masters. Although the process of using it was somewhat sluggish, Song Hu still managed to use the "Fault" incantation.

The moment he used the word technique, it almost drained his strength.

Yuan Ming let out a scream even more shrill than the male assistant's, knelt on one knee, and reached out to grab Su Ninglong, saying, "You used your special abilities to murder me, I'm going to sue you."

Su Ninglong curled her lips into a smile, gracefully stepped back several paces, and then lit a letter.

Wisps of smoke rose from the envelope. Yuan Ming clutched his heart, making a "hoarse" sound. His finger bones began to swell and swell, and centipede-like lines appeared on his body.

"The imprint... it's contaminated." Old Wang quickly contacted the General Administration, asking the armed police to come and seal off the backstage area, and to bring two more doctors who could treat the imprint.

"If the markings get out of control, can you handle it? Should we call another hunter?"

Old Wang truly lives up to his reputation as a senior figure; he's always prepared for the future.

Su Ninglong smiled. "We don't need hunters here. Just seal all the love letters in the sealing device. The most important thing now is to search his properties; one of them might contain contaminants."

Following Su Ninglong's instructions, Lao Wang and Xue Wanshan immediately notified the police to search their home.

"Lei Lei, Song Hu, remove all their communication devices."

Su Ninglong walked to the side and put a tracking collar on Qi Rui. "Qi Rui, track that agent and see where he goes. Don't expose yourself."

With such a commotion, it's impossible for the agents waiting outside to be completely unaware.

If he doesn't come in, the only thing he can do is run away.

Qi Rui's tail brushed against Su Ninglong's ankle, emitting a sweet meow, before turning and disappearing into the subspace.

Every time she watched the navigator dog easily tear through space, Su Ninglong felt genuinely envious. When would she be able to recover to the Great Ascension stage? For a four-and-a-half-year-old child, that seemed like a very distant prospect.

The male assistant was still sobbing on the ground, but he was no longer in as much pain.

Before the male assistant could recover, Su Ninglong asked him, "Did you write the letter for him?"

The male assistant weakly clutched his stomach, curled up, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, soaking into his shirt collar.

He shook his head slightly. "I didn't write it for him, but I came up with all the passages in the love letters myself. The manuscript is with him too."

"How do you prove that?"

“I can recite the words of all the love letters. There seem to be a lot of love letters here, but there aren’t enough to be ninety-nine.”

"You still recite love letters?"

The male assistant saw a reflection of "pervert" in Su Ninglong's disdainful gaze.

"My humanities grades are excellent, incredibly good."

Su Ninglong remained noncommittal. She thought it was a waste to squander a good memory on writing down the contents of love letters.

Yuan Ming was in worse condition; the thick layer of skincare products she had applied had gotten dusty, and some of it had gotten into her hair.

"When did you find out you could curse people?"

Yuan Ming said, "I don't know, I don't know anything. I won't say anything unless my lawyer is present."

"Oh?" Su Ninglong casually burned another letter.

She watched indifferently as he rolled and struggled on the ground, his joints continuing to swell. She remembered how she and Xiao Liu had kidnapped her in front of the bar's restroom.

That person also had swollen joints, and his/her condition was very similar to Yuan Ming's just now. There was no ominous aura on his/her body.

However, after Yuan Ming underwent a mutation, he began to exude an ominous aura.

Could it be due to a difference in strength?

“The more stubborn you are, the closer you will become to a monster. Once these envelopes are burned, you will become a complete monster, unable to return to human form. You should know something about people with special abilities, right?” Su Ninglong didn’t care whether Yuan Ming would become a mindless mutant, and burned another love letter.

Yuan Ming hugged himself tightly. He couldn't become that kind of monster, absolutely not.

He answered Su Ninglong's question in a hoarse voice: "I found out when I was fifteen. I cursed my adoptive father who often abused me, I cursed him countless times every single day, and then he really did get more and more unlucky. And his adopted sons were also cursed to death by me."

All the wealth ended up in his hands. He loved singing and being in the spotlight, so he chose to become a star.

"You're good at singing and writing lyrics, right? As long as you release new works every year, your life will be very stable. Why are you so upset and starting to curse others again?"

Yuan Ming pursed his lips, his eyelashes glistening with sweat, watching as Su Ninglong started touching the love letter again.

"I feel that my special ability is slowly disappearing. So I have a panic that it will rust if I don't use it..." Once this thought came to mind, it plunged him into an abyss.

Out of fear, he made a point of learning about people with special abilities.

Because he had possessed it before, he didn't want to lose it.

He once again successfully cursed two rivals and his former boss to death, and smoothly jumped ship to another, larger company.

Controlling life through curses surpasses the sense of accomplishment from gaining hundreds of millions of fans.

However, his curse power was very weak, and he needed to repeat the curse repeatedly to complete it. So he tried to turn the curse into words, and felt that the power was a little stronger, but it was still not enough.

Then he sought the help of sacred artifacts! This is where he got into trouble; he thought he had bought sacred artifacts, but they were actually filthy things.

Marks appeared on his body, and he became abnormal. He had to transfer all these marks away through a curse.

"Who gave you the sacred artifact?"

"I don't know, but I asked my agent to inquire about the purchase."

As expected, the agent is highly suspicious.

If Yuan Ming hadn't met Su Ninglong, his life would have undoubtedly led him down an extraordinary path of evil.

He has no sense of good or evil; everything he does is to become stronger so he won't lose anything again. After doing bad things, no one will discover them for a long time.

After other reinforcements arrived, Su Ninglong handed the two suspects over to them.

The Star Alliance's logistics personnel wanted to put a hood on him, but Yuan Ming refused, saying, "I need to wash my face and change my clothes."

“Do you think you can ever go back on stage?” one of the Star Police officers mocked him.

“I don’t want to leave the stage in a sorry state. If you don’t let me do that, I’ll curse you.”

A curse sounds malicious.

Knowledge of hunters and mystics began to circulate within the police department. Even those not responsible for liaising with the Star Alliance heard some information from their colleagues.

Ordinary people are wary of those with special abilities, since those with special abilities often mean madmen who walk on the edge of danger.

Because of frequent contact with the mysterious spirits, there is a risk of losing control.

The Star Police officer who had been mocking him was immediately taken aback, while the Star Alliance logistics personnel looked at the hunter Song Hu present—let's just call him a hunter for now.