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

"Good heavens..."

A burly man from the Northeast branch of the police station smacked his lips and muttered to his comrades.

"I used to think that Northeastern men were ruthless and unruly, but today I've really seen it all! This guy from Jinghai is unruly in style, unruly in skill, unruly in an artistic way!"

"Who can argue with that!"

The person next to him nodded vigorously, their eyes still holding a hint of fear and an inexplicable sense of admiration.

"The worst part is, that showerhead still works!"

At this point, the men's expressions became a little strange. They subconsciously squeezed their legs together and couldn't help but glance at the corpse covered with a white sheet next to the arena.

Why do I say it's still usable?

We need to go back a little bit to this.

After the referee announces the prisoner's death and the score for the third game is announced, as is customary, someone must verify the prisoner's identity and clean up the scene.

The two young men in charge of this task lifted the white cloth and took a look—

Well, his neck was tilted at an odd angle, and he was already dead.

But the stainless steel on his neck still gleamed stubbornly.

As the two were figuring out how to deal with this "accessory," a guy who loved watching the drama unfold and was incredibly curious came over, rubbing his hands together.

It's said that this guy is from the Southwest Branch, specializing in the study of unusual objects.

"Wait, wait! Guys, don't move!"

"Let me take a look, let me examine it! This interface, this craftsmanship... Hey! Tell me, with that guy from Jinghai's skills, does this thing even work?"

Upon hearing this, the curiosity of those around them was piqued.

Yes, it looks strange, but nobody knows if it will actually work.

"Why don't you give it a try?" someone whispered, trying to encourage them.

"Let's give it a try!"

That researcher was quite bold; he looked around and, seeing that no one had noticed this corner.

He gritted his teeth and reached for the switch.

"I was just testing whether the water would flow! I didn't mean anything by it!"

Under the tense yet excited gaze of several pairs of eyes, the older brother squeezed and pressed the switch.

"Sizzle—!"

A faint sound of flowing water could be heard.

Then, to everyone's stunned gaze—

On the gleaming stainless steel disc, tiny, evenly spaced, and slightly impactful jets of water sprayed out from countless tiny holes, cheerfully and energetically!

Under the sunlight, the small jet of water traced a brief arc before landing on the ground, leaving a small wet patch.

It's really working!

Not only is it clear, but look at the water spray, the force, the coverage... the rain mode is incredibly effective!

"My goodness..." an investigator murmured, his worldview being shattered once again.

"This is seriously a high-end showerhead!" Another person covered their face, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

The researcher got even more excited, his hands trembling slightly, and he tried pressing the small bumps on the edge of the disc.

"Click".

The water flow pattern suddenly changed, from a uniform drizzle to a concentrated and powerful jet of water – spray gun mode!

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" The older brother's voice trembled with excitement.

An investigator standing nearby stroked his chin and, with the air of someone who had been through it all, solemnly concluded:

"Look at the color of his urine... it's a waxy yellow. This guy must have had a lot of temper before he died. His liver probably wasn't very healthy."

Everyone: "..."

Well, now even his health condition before death has been diagnosed.

The news spread quietly among the onlookers like a gust of wind.

Therefore, when the winner of the final literary contest was announced, the investigators from each branch were completely convinced.

What else is there to complain about?

Jinghai's reputation was earned through real battles! Their methods were a bit unorthodox, but the results were astonishing.

If I let you go, would you dare to tear that rotten flesh off?

If you can't find all the parts, can you just find a showerhead on the spot and install it?

Once you've got it right, can you guarantee it'll fit perfectly, be leak-proof, and even have multiple functions?

cannot?

If you can't, just shut up and obediently shout "666".

Beside the ring, Liu Ming nudged Ji Zuodao with his elbow, lowered his voice, and gave a complicated look:

"Brother Ji, did you hear that? Someone tested your showerhead, and the water flows smoothly and it works perfectly."

Ji Zuodao was feeling down because his dream of "winning the top three honors in a row" had been shattered. Upon hearing this, he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Nonsense! With me, Dao Ye, making something like this, would it be defective? It's made of 304 food-grade stainless steel! I carefully selected it, personally modified it, and used a unique sealing technique on every interface! It'll even give you a premium version with heating capabilities when powered on!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and kicked a pebble at his feet.

"That ungrateful bastard! What a waste! He doesn't know what's good for him! What a great upgrade opportunity! He won't be afraid of being kicked in the groin in fights anymore, he'll have built-in armor! It'll even make showering easier! And he actually used it to hang himself?! Damn it, that showerhead is a hand-operated one! It's not for him to use to strangle himself!"

Liu Ming, Li Shuwen, and several other people nearby who had overheard these complaints fell silent.

Hand rinse...

strangulation...

This is a lot of information; they need some time to process it.

Well, it's better not to delve too deeply into some of the technical details.

It's easy to develop some irreversible misunderstandings about the word "craftsmanship".

"Ahem!"

Old Zhang, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, strolled over to the center of the platform.

His voice wasn't loud, but it immediately silenced everyone below.

The old man's weathered face broke into a wide smile as he squinted and slowly surveyed the audience.

"Great, really great."

He smacked his lips, as if savoring some delicious delicacy.

"These three intellectual duels today have truly opened my eyes."

"Good, that's more like it! It has that fearless, tiger-like spirit! That unconventional, cleverness! That's the kind of kid from our Great Han 749! Good!"

His repeated "good"s were so sincere and heartfelt.

But the eyes of everyone in the audience instantly and unanimously focused on the direction of the Jinghai Branch—

To be precise, the focus was on Ji Zuodao, who was squatting there complaining to Liu Ming about the showerhead being ruined.

Have you been enlightened?

Who is Old Zhang?

It is said that the Ming Dynasty was already immersed in worldly affairs back then.

We've seen it all in the past few centuries.

What strange and unusual things haven't I seen?

Something that made him clap his hands and say he'd seen it all...

Besides that guy from Jinghai, who else could be present?!

Feeling the complex gazes directed at him from all directions, Ji Zuodao scratched his head and grinned somewhat embarrassedly.

That smile of his just looks so irritating.

"Old Zhang seemed oblivious to everyone's subtle movements, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky."

"Alright, that's enough of the intellectual battle. I reckon the kids are tired too; they've been on edge all morning, it's time to let them relax."

"Let's take a break! Time to fill our stomachs! Perfect timing—"

He drew out the last syllable, successfully whetting everyone's appetite, before slowly continuing:

"This old man has been wandering around this Kunpeng all day, and I've actually found a good spot. Today, I'll take this opportunity to show you youngsters some sweet talk and broaden your horizons!"

Before the words were finished—

"hold head high--!!!"

Beneath their feet, the enormous Kunpeng, which had been hovering steadily like a mountain, suddenly let out a long, clear, and stirring cry that pierced through the clouds!

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a sudden jolt!

It's not shaking, it's accelerating!

The Kunpeng, which had been slowly swimming like an isolated island floating in a sea of ​​clouds, suddenly changed direction and flapped its wings, as if it were a primordial beast awakened from its slumber.

The Kunpeng no longer drifts aimlessly, but like an eagle that has spotted its prey, it begins to fly at full speed in a certain direction!

"Wow! Where is the old man taking us? Why is he making such a big fuss?" someone exclaimed.

"I don't know, but Old Zhang said it's a good location, it must be something special!"

The crowd was filled with surprise, doubt, and anticipation, craning their necks to look ahead.