A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao held the gold-embossed invitation with bloodstains on the edge and waved it in front of the inconspicuous button-shaped camera on his chest.

"Here you go, game admission ticket, all set."

"Could you please send someone over to clean this floor in a bit... Oh, there probably isn't much left to clean, this probably won't even be enough for Dog Master to eat, you guys figure it out."

After saying that, he turned around and strolled behind the bar, where he began to rummage through the dusty bottles of liquor in the cabinet, which looked to be worth some money, and stuff them into the human skin pouch at his waist.

His movements were practiced and his expression was calm, as if he were cleaning his own kitchen.

While he was putting on his act, he kept muttering into the camera, trying to liven up the slightly tense atmosphere:

"In my family, we usually don't leave any food uneaten. This is called being thrifty and managing a household well, a traditional virtue."

The monitoring room of the Caiyun 749 branch was deathly silent.

The only sounds were the low hum of the instruments and the unconscious swallowing of some people.

The mission was a great success, even exceeding expectations.

With the target invitation secured, the evil cultivators who had been occupying the Night Raven Bar were wiped out.

But the process was completely different from what I had expected.

They thought it was a spy movie, about infiltration and counter-infiltration, a silent game of intelligence and traps.

Careful infiltration, cautious contact, dancing on the edge of a knife, hearing thunder in silence.

The results of it?

Ji Zuodao entered that den of evil cultivators as if he were back in his own backyard.

No, it's more comfortable than going back to my own home.

He had to change his shoes when he got home, so he went in and immediately flipped the table.

The key is the method.

They ripped out his heart with their bare hands and displayed it on the bar like a fruit platter.

With his seductive words, he incited the evil cultivators in the room to kill each other with just a few sentences, like setting off a string of firecrackers.

And then there was the old man in the black robe who mysteriously melted away, and the big black dog happily having an extra meal...

This is hardly the work of investigators from 749 on field missions.

This is exactly like a heretical cultivator going to the countryside for inspection, and incidentally cleaning up the unfair competition in the industry.

Previously, when Ji Zuodao called himself an evil cultivator, everyone thought it was just dark humor.

Didn't we almost wipe out the entire Wu family? The Wu family deserved to die anyway.

Besides, what investigator doesn't have a few lives on their hands?

Some investigators have more lives on their hands than evil cultivators.

But looking at it now...

Murder and evil are two different things.

Judging by the sheer evil of her methods and the composure of her mindset, this Investigator Ji could practically serve as a teaching material for those evil cultivators.

Director Lin stared at the screen, his face expressionless.

He had seen those three videos and was mentally prepared, but the impact of a live broadcast was still different.

The ordinary investigators behind him, unaware of the situation, were not so calm.

Their faces were pale, their eyes were glazed, and the suppressed whispers in the monitoring room were like cold water being poured into a hot oil pan.

"Did you guys see clearly what happened when he ripped out his heart? I replayed it three times, and I still couldn't see how he did it..."

"Bewitching? Was that bewitching? I feel like he just... shouted a couple of times?"

"Fratricide... My God, those are all ruthless people, and they all went crazy after just a few words?"

"He was driving everyone in the bar mad and making them fight each other while he was listening to the '1812 Overture'..."

"The key point is... he seemed to be enjoying himself. After killing someone, he still had the leisure to choose his drinks and tell lame jokes..."

"Damn it, are these people ours, or...?"

I didn't dare say the second half aloud, but everyone understood what I meant.

A chill crept silently into their hearts.

It wasn't fear of the enemy's brutality, but fear of a blurred "boundary."

When your own people act more like enemies than your enemies, that cognitive dissonance is more unsettling than any evil magic.

Ji Zuodao seemed completely unaware of the psychological trauma he had inflicted on his colleagues on the other side of the screen.

After filling the last bottle of whiskey, which looked quite good, he patted his bulging human skin bag with satisfaction, took Qiqi by the hand, called over Dog, who was burping from his meal, and strolled towards the bar entrance.

Reaching the door sealed shut by thick ice, Qiqi casually waved.

The ice that had sealed the door instantly vaporized, leaving not even a trace of water.

The cool night breeze from outside the door swept in, washing away the nauseating stench of blood inside.

He turned back, took one last look at the ravaged, icy hellscape and the surveillance cameras, and shrugged.

"I'm leaving. You can handle the rest."

"Oh, right."

Ji Zuodao seemed to suddenly remember something and added, the sly smile on his lips still clearly visible through the lens.

"If you see half a heart or a few pieces of intestines while you're cleaning the floor, remember to bring them back for Dog-Grandpa's midnight snack."

After saying that, he turned around and his figure disappeared into the night outside the door.

Humming a slightly off-key but inexplicably cheerful tune, it gradually faded into the distance.

In front of the monitoring screen, the conference room of the Caiyun 749 branch remained completely silent.

Only the order to clean up the mess and the "thoughtful reminder" about Doggy's late-night snack echoed faintly in everyone's ears.

Director Lin silently lit a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled.

Zhang Yucheng, that old fox...

What kind of person did they recruit into the Jinghai 749 Bureau?

After a long pause, he spoke into the still-silent conference room:

Meeting adjourned.

"I'll write the mission report. Everything we saw today is classified as internal secret and strictly prohibited from being circulated outside."

"As for Investigator Himezamichi..."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the crowd, still etched with shock.

"He's one of us. His methods are a bit ruthless, but they work."

"It works well, that's enough."

The group looked at each other, and finally nodded silently.

But that chill in my heart probably won't dissipate anytime soon.

Ji Zuodao, carrying the invitation, strolled back to the Caiyun 749th Precinct.

He pushed open the door to the small conference room, plopped down, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

I looked up and scanned the surroundings—

Well, his colleagues were looking around, glancing at the sky, the ground, and the table, but none of them dared to look in his direction.

Occasionally, when their eyes accidentally met, he would immediately recoil as if electrocuted, the barely concealed fear in his eyes making Ji Zuodao blink repeatedly.

Ok?

He subconsciously touched his face.

Is my face smeared with blood? Or with brains?

No way, Qiqi wiped it for me before I came out.

He leaned to the side and moved closer to the female investigator who was closest to him, intending to use the mirror to look at himself.

Unexpectedly—

"Creak—!"

The female investigator, chair and all, slid backward three meters in an instant, her movements so fast they left afterimages.

His hand was already raised, and a faint light shone from his fingertips, clearly indicating the starting stance of a defensive spell.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He stood frozen in place, awkwardly withdrawing his outstretched hand, touching his nose, looking innocent and confused.

"No... Sister, while I, Ji Zuodao, wouldn't dare compare myself to Pan An or Song Yu, I'm not so repulsive that people would kneel down on the spot, am I?"

He turned to look at another male investigator beside him, pointing to his own face:

"Brother, you be the judge, do I look like Zhong Kui? The kind who wards off evil spirits?"

The male investigator's lips twitched, his neck shrank, and he didn't dare to reply.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap landed on the back of my head.

Director Lin strolled over at some point and glared at the still-shaken female investigator with an annoyance.

"Promising!"

He gave a low rebuke, then turned to Ji Zuodao and gave him a helpless smile.

"Investigator Ji, you flatter me. My subordinates are inexperienced, timid, and haven't seen much of the world."

Ji Zuodao blinked, understanding.

Oh, so it's not a matter of face after all.

She was afraid of him.

He felt a mix of amusement and exasperation, along with a subtle sense of disdain.

Tsk.

In this respect, the atmosphere at Caiyun 749 is far inferior to that of Jinghai 749.

Back when he used underhanded tactics at Jinghai 749, what was the reaction of those beasts of a colleague?

First, everyone gasped, their expressions freezing for three seconds.

Then?

Then they immediately swarmed around, exclaiming things like, "Holy crap, that's awesome!", "Brother Dao, who taught you this technique?", "Teach me, little brother!", "Next time there's a job like this, take me with you!"...

They were incredibly enthusiastic and eager to learn.

Looking back now, the reactions of Caiyun749 and his colleagues were actually normal, healthy, and in line with the core socialist values.

Seeing overly brutal and evil methods and feeling fear and alienation indicates that the person is mentally healthy, has a solid moral bottom line, and is a reliable revolutionary comrade.

And those bastards from Jinghai 749...

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin and came to a sad conclusion:

Sure enough, the problem lies with our Jinghai 749.

They're all spoiled bastards spoiled by Director Zhang, whose values ​​are dictated by bonuses.

but……

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, a little bit of sentimentality popping up in his heart.

He still prefers the Jinghai 749th Bureau.

I like those problematic colleagues.

After all, it's much more comfortable to be a slightly madman among madmen than to be a conspicuous pervert among normal people.