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

Ji Zuodao tried his best to make his voice sound like that of a proper public official.

Calm, reliable, and with just the right amount of concern.

however--

"ah--!!!"

"Wife! Wife, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Stop hitting me! It hurts! Ouch! I'll never do it again! I'll never give those female streamers money again! I swear!!"

A man's pig-like, wailing screams, mixed with the sounds of a feather duster or belt striking something soft, were heard clearly and thunderously through the receiver by Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He silently moved the receiver a little further away, rubbed his ears which were itchy from the vibration, and looked a little dazed.

What's going on?

Domestic dispute? Wrong number? The Department of Public Security is here to mediate marital conflicts? This isn't their jurisdiction!

"Uh...feed? Hello? May I ask where you are from...?"

Ji Zuodao tentatively raised his voice slightly.

There was a rustling noise on the other end of the phone, mixed with a man's suppressed sobs.

Then, a loud, rapid-fire, and slightly impatient female voice boomed over all the background noise and came through clearly:

"I can hear you! Stop feeding him! I'm the one who called the police! Well, it's nothing serious, just disciplining this good-for-nothing of mine, don't worry about it!"

"I want to report! I want to report a female streamer on Kuaishou with the ID 'Ali is not a fox'! No, she also streams on Douyin! In short, she's a fox spirit! She's doing live streams on these platforms!"

Ji Zuodao blinked twice and subconsciously sat up a little straighter.

Oh, here comes the real person. They really are here to report a crime, and they're reporting a monster.

"Madam, please don't rush, speak slowly."

His tone softened, with a hint of reassurance.

"In principle, our Bureau 749 encourages and supports skilled and law-abiding demons to use their talents to engage in legitimate professions and integrate into human society. Being a streamer, as long as it is compliant with regulations and laws, is considered a normal way to make a living."

"Compliant and legal? She's not compliant at all!"

The woman's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"She used enchantment! It was magic! Not the natural, seductive kind! During the live stream, her eyes, her voice, had a bewitching power!"

"They specifically lure in foolish men with weak willpower to send gifts and tips! Ordinary people simply can't resist! Does this comply with your so-called 'Basic Law for Monsters'? This is against the rules!"

Ji Zuodao's previously casual gaze suddenly sharpened.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Enchantment, and the art of seduction.

They sound similar, but in the regulations of Bureau 749, the differences are huge.

Allure is an innate quality of spirits like fox demons.

Just like a peacock spreading its tail to attract mates, it is a passive skill that is difficult to completely suppress. However, as long as it is not actively or deliberately used against an individual, it is within an acceptable range.

But charm magic is a real, active spell that requires the manipulation of spiritual energy!

It belongs to the category of mental influence spells, with a clear target and effect, and can forcibly interfere with the minds of ordinary people.

This crosses the red line of the "Basic Law on Monsters" and the "Interim Regulations on Harmonious Coexistence among Different Races".

"Madam, are you sure it's a charm, and not her own appearance and demeanor... uh, attraction?"

Ji Zuodao's tone became more serious as he confirmed.

"I'm sure! 100% sure!"

The woman on the other end of the phone spoke with absolute certainty, even carrying a hint of professional arrogance:

"Hurry up! You guys go investigate immediately! I'm absolutely certain I didn't misjudge! That technique, that demonic energy fluctuation—there's no mistake!"

"Back in the day, I spent over a decade in the inner sect of the Joyful Sect. I'm very familiar with charm arts. I can tell at a glance whether it's talent or magic."

Ji Zuo said: "..."

The Joyful Union Sect? That sect that's always fighting the Joyful Union Sect in duels?

Good guy!

No wonder you know it so well!

The person who filed the report has quite a strong background!

"Okay, ma'am, we understand."

Ji Zuodao quickly composed himself and his tone became formal.

"The clues you provided are crucial. Using active charm to entice donations does indeed constitute a violation of regulations. Our Demon Management Department will immediately open a case and conduct a thorough investigation into the Ahri streamer you reported as soon as possible. Thank you for your report."

He had just finished his formulaic reply—

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

On the other end of the phone, the crisp sound, like leather whipping flesh, rang out again, accompanied by the man's suppressed cries of pain and pleas for mercy.

"Ouch! Stop hitting me, wife! I really know I was wrong!"

Ji Zuodao's eyelids twitched as he listened. After hesitating for a moment, he still felt a sense of social responsibility as a "public official" and offered a tactful piece of advice:

"Um... ma'am, thank you for your support of Bureau 749's work. Also... there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Ordinary people, especially men, are indeed difficult to resist the influence of systematic charm techniques if they have not cultivated themselves and their minds are not firm."

"To some extent, this can't be entirely blamed on your husband. Within our family, communication and education should be the main approach. Violence cannot solve the fundamental problem, and domestic violence is not something we should condone."

He believed that his words were quite appropriate, expressing concern while also standing on a fair position.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, the woman's voice rang out again, her tone steady, but each word clear, conveying a sense of anger:

"Comrade, you've misunderstood."

"I didn't blame him for being under a spell."

"real."

"He got caught, it's because he lacked willpower, he deserves it. I'll find a way to help him 'strengthen his foundation' later."

Her voice paused, then suddenly rose, filled with a furious, teeth-gritting rage that seemed to pierce the receiver:

What I'm fucking angry about is—

"That bastard! He tipped me 100 yuan!"

"I only give him twenty yuan a month for pocket money! That goes towards his cigarettes and meals!"

"Where did he get a hundred dollars?!"

"ah?!"

The final roar was earth-shattering.

Then came an even louder sound of whipping, and the woman's furious roar:

"Damn it! You've gotten bold, haven't you? Daring to hide money from me right under my nose?!"

"You ass! Stick your ass up! If I don't correct your habit of hiding money today, I'll change my surname to yours!"

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He opened his mouth, but for a moment, he was speechless.

Holding the receiver, I listened to the rapidly escalating battle situation and the man's increasingly mournful wails.

Ji Zuodao's expression shifted from serious to bewildered, and then to a deep, complex emotion that mixed sympathy and amusement.

have to.

Case solved.

The fundamental contradiction lies here.

He silently removed the receiver from his ear, listening to the faint sounds of the raging storm coming through.

After waiting a few more seconds, guessing that the other party was too busy to talk to him for the time being, he carefully put the microphone back on the landline.

"Click".

A soft click shut out the bloody drama unfolding on the other end of the phone.

The office fell silent again.

Only the faint sounds of daily noise from other departments within the bureau could be heard outside the window.

Ji Zuodao remained in the position of hanging up the phone for two seconds, then slowly turned his head to look at the demons in the office who were listening intently, some openly and some covertly, having overheard most of the conversation.

He licked his slightly dry lips, and finally, through gritted teeth, squeezed out a heartfelt remark:

"Tsk..."

"Good heavens..."

"This guy..."

"It's fucking tough."