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

"I want to report this to the police! I want to report this to the police!!!"

Zhou Zheng scrambled into the gate of the Caiyun 749 Police Station, his knee slamming into the floor tiles with a dull thud.

Before the on-duty investigator could react, he had already banged his head on the ground, wailing so sincerely and movingly that it was truly heart-wrenching.

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

"A heretical cultivator killed your bureau's investigators! Our Zhou family risked our lives to uncover the truth, and now those damned heretical cultivators are trying to silence us, slaughtering our entire Zhou family!!"

"Upright officials! Upright officials of 749! You must stand up for our Zhou family! We are all doing this for justice, for..."

He was so engrossed in reciting his lines that tears streamed down his face, perfectly portraying the tragic family that "fought for the truth against violence and suffered retribution."

Two investigators who rushed to the scene helped him up, one on each side, their movements precise and their tone calm.

"Master Zhou, please be patient and speak slowly. Our Director Lin is in the conference room and will take you there to report in person."

"Okay! Okay! Thank you! Thank you both!"

Zhou Zheng was supported by the arm and walked forward without his feet touching the ground.

He took a moment to wipe away his tears, his mind racing with his little scheme:

Success! This self-inflicted injury ruse, this preemptive strike! As long as the labels of "victim" and "witness of justice" are firmly attached...

Ok?

As Zhou Zheng walked, he sensed that something was amiss.

Why are these two investigators supporting each other in such a standard way?

One hand supports the elbow, the other presses on the shoulder, the force is even, and the steps are synchronized.

The more I look at this, the more it resembles the standard procedure for escorting prisoners to court.

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.

Zhou Zheng suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, thinking that he must be too nervous and overthinking things.

"Squeak—"

The conference room door opened.

Zhou Zheng's knees bent reflexively, and he focused his energy in his dantian, preparing to sing, recite, act, and howl again.

Try to firmly attach the persona of "a grief-stricken and helpless victimized head of the family" to his face.

"Director Lin! You must do this for the Zhou family..."

Halfway through his howl, his voice was choked up as if by an invisible hand gripping his neck.

Zhou Zheng's eyes widened as he stared intently at the huge LCD screen on the front wall of the conference room.

On the screen, eaves and brackets, broken walls and ruins, the smoke of battle still lingering—

What the hell is this if not the Zhou family's old residence?!

The camera seems to be moving, and the perspective changes.

Zhou Zheng witnessed a scene that instantly froze his blood:

His ancestor, who was at the Divine Power Realm, was now like an old dog whose spine had been removed, being dragged along the ravaged ground by one leg.

The rough stones rubbed against the old ancestor's luxurious robes, making a teeth-grinding rustling sound.

The mutterings of the person dragging the vehicle could be clearly heard from the speaker, tinged with disdain:

"Damn it, this old coffin is still quite resilient; it practically ripped two layers of my skin off. Director Lin, we've almost scraped it clean inside. When are we going to get justice?"

"boom--!!!"

It was as if a whole string of lit firecrackers had been stuffed into Zhou Zheng's mind, blasting him out of his body and shattering his worldview.

live streaming?!

Is there a live stream of the Zhou family being massacred in Bureau 749?!

Is the perspective still from the side of the heretical cultivators?!

A bone-chilling coldness shot from his tailbone to the top of his head, making him shiver from head to toe.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Director Lin, who was leisurely sipping tea in the main seat.

His fingers trembled as he pointed at the screen, his voice distorted by extreme horror and anger:

"You...you...you 749 actually colluded with evil cultivators?! To wipe out my entire Zhou family?!"

"You bastards! I'm going to sue you! I'm going to sue you bunch of thugs in official robes!! You're lawless! Your crimes are countless!!"

Director Lin seemed to have just noticed him then, slowly putting down his teacup, lifting his eyelids, and giving him a faint glance.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a fly that had accidentally flown into the conference room.

Faced with this hysterical accusation, Director Lin behind his desk merely raised his eyelids slightly.

His gaze swept past Zhou Zheng and landed on an investigator beside him. His tone was calm and even, as if he were instructing someone on a trivial matter:

"Zhigang, make a note of this."

"Zhou Zheng, the head of the Zhou family, fearless of violence, risked his life to come to our bureau to report the case and expose the crimes of the heretical practitioners."

"Due to the severity of his injuries, he unfortunately passed away despite all efforts to save him."

"Yes, Director." Sun Zhigang's pen scribbled across the notebook.

"You...you dare!!"

Zhou Zheng's soul was scattered, and even his last shred of hope vanished.

Almost as soon as Director Lin finished speaking, his spiritual power surged wildly, shaking off the two people beside him, and he turned and shot towards the door!

escape!

We must escape immediately!

What made him uneasy was that everyone, including the two investigators at the door, just watched him quietly, and no one made a move to stop him.

He even saw a faint hint of...pity in some people's eyes?

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the doorknob—

An indescribable feeling of weakness, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed all his strength.

The flow of spiritual energy suddenly became sluggish, like a rusty gear.

Immediately afterwards, a strange tingling and stinging sensation came from my skin.

He looked down in horror and saw ugly, ominous black bruises rapidly appearing on the back of his bare hands and neck!

This feeling... these symptoms...

Zhou Zheng whirled around, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Director Lin, his gaze filled with despair and incredulous resentment.

"You surnamed Lin! I am the head of the Zhou family! How dare you... how dare you use such methods... against me..."

The last words stuck in his throat, turning into a strange, hoarse sound.

thump.

Zhou Zheng remained in a forward-leaning posture, crashing heavily to the ground just a step away from the door. His eyes were wide open, his face a mixture of terror and black spots, and he was already lifeless.

There was a moment of silence in the monitoring room.

Only Ji Zuodao's lazy, urging voice came from the screen: "Director Lin? Asleep? Give me a word, the brothers are waiting to wrap up work and have dinner."

Even a last meal before death is still food, no problem.

Director Lin put down his thermos and spoke calmly:

"Don't rush us. Clean up the site thoroughly."

"Justice will descend from the heavens, starting precisely in five minutes."

"Remember to gather plenty of evidence, enough to demonstrate the cruelty of the evil cultivators, and the tragic fate of the Zhou family... well, their indomitable spirit, ultimately meeting a brutal end."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the screen, followed by an undisguised, amused response:

"Alright! I guarantee it'll be so tragic it'll bring tears to your eyes, and the evidence will be so solid it'll be in textbooks!"

Director Lin put down the microphone, glanced at Zhou Zheng's rapidly stiffening body on the ground, and waved to Sun Zhigang:

"Take it away and process it according to procedure."

"Also, prepare an internal briefing on the Zhou family massacre."

"The title should be eye-catching, the tone should be one of grief and indignation, and the focus should be on the rampant evil cultivation and the noble sentiments of the Zhou family fellow Daoists who are righteous and would rather die than submit."

"Yes, Chief."

Sun Zhigang's face remained expressionless, but he silently drafted the outline of the press release he was about to produce:

"Last night, a vicious and wicked group of evil cultivators brazenly attacked my 749 Bureau's field investigators and brutally murdered the Zhou family, a family of cultivators."

"Upon learning of this, the Zhou family, undaunted by violence, stepped forward to provide crucial clues to the authorities, only to be met with a bloody reprisal from the evil sect, resulting in the complete slaughter of the loyal and righteous family..."

"After receiving the intelligence, our bureau launched a swift operation and, after a fierce battle, killed the main members of the cult and seized a number of pieces of evidence of their crimes."

"The case is currently under further investigation. Here, we deeply mourn the unfortunate loss of our fellow practitioners from the Zhou family, and express our strongest condemnation of all criminal acts that endanger the spiritual community and social stability..."

Hmm, the logic is sound, the chain of evidence is complete, and the tone is tragic; it should be able to get by.