Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"What is he doing? Did he have a stroke?" Lei Zhen also noticed something was wrong.

"Look at his hands!" Zhou Ming's voice trembled with tension.

Xu Changming held the pen in his right hand with his hand reversed and slowly raised it.

The movement was extremely clumsy, like a marionette being manipulated by a poorly trained technician.

Xu Changming's face was contorted with bulging veins, clearly struggling against the movement of his right hand.

But this is meaningless.

His right hand defied the logic of human muscle power, turning at an odd angle in the air and pointing the sharp iridium pen tip at his own throat.

"He's going to commit suicide?!" Lei Zhen reacted instantly. "Action Team!! Charge in!! Now!! Quick!!"

late.

Two hundred meters is a straight-line distance that is a fleeting moment for the eye, but for the legs, it is an insurmountable chasm.

Through the telescope, Xu Changming's eyes almost popped out of their sockets; it was the ultimate fear of death.

Under his gaze, he exerted force firmly with his own right hand.

"puff!"

Even from this distance, without any sound, Zhou Ming could almost hear the muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

The pen plunged deep into Xu Changming's carotid artery, almost disappearing into the cap.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the open diary and staining half the wall red.

Xu Changming's body convulsed violently a few times, his hands fell limply to his sides, and he collapsed like a rag doll.

"Oh shit!!!"

Lei Zhen slammed his fist on the windowsill, making the window frame vibrate.

……

Two minutes later.

"Bang!"

The door to Xu Changming's apartment was violently forced open.

Zhou Ming and Lei Zhen stormed into the study, exuding a menacing aura.

A strong smell of blood hit the air.

Xu Changming has completely fallen silent.

He lay on his back in the swivel chair, his wide eyes staring intently at the ceiling, as if questioning the world.

Blood was still dripping from his neck onto the carpet, pooling into a shocking dark red stain.

"Seal off the scene! Forensic doctor! Trace evidence examination! Get to work immediately!" Lei Zhen roared, his face dark.

Zhou Ming didn't speak. He put on gloves and carefully walked around the bloodstains on the ground to check the room.

The windows were tightly closed, and the locks were intact.

The door was locked from the inside; they wouldn't have been able to get in if they hadn't forced it open.

It's another perfect secret room.

However, when Zhou Ming's gaze fell on the blood-stained desk, his heart skipped a beat.

There was only a pool of blood and a few pieces of white paper soaked in blood.

"Where's the diary?" Zhou Ming suddenly turned his head.

Lei Zhen paused in his inspection, quickly scanning his surroundings and even lying on the floor to look under the table.

"No." Lei Zhen's face was extremely grim. "I clearly saw him writing in the surveillance footage just now, and blood was splattered on it."

Soon, the preliminary forensic examination results came out.

"The time of death was approximately between midnight and 12:10, and the cause of death was hemorrhagic shock due to a ruptured carotid artery."

The young forensic pathologist removed his mask, looking somewhat puzzled. "But this wound is strange. Judging from the angle and force of the puncture, it does match the trauma caused by the deceased holding a pen in his right hand. However... this suicide posture is very awkward, requiring immense wrist strength and extreme psychological resolve. Usually, people experience instinctive hesitation or muscle resistance when committing suicide."

"Moreover, the pen only has the victim's fingerprints on it."

"It's happening again." Lei Zhen gritted his teeth. "A locked-room murder. They killed people right under our noses, took the stuff, and then disappeared like ghosts."

"Penetration..." Zhou Ming murmured to himself, "It was Xu Suyuan's penetration."

Only with this ability can one move freely in a locked room, take away key evidence, and even... complete this "self-destruction" simply by projecting a force.

Only Xu Suyuan has the motivation to kill Xu Changming no matter what.

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Safe house in the basement of District 8, Dawn City.

The old-fashioned notebook that he brought back from Xu Changming's desk was lying quietly in the center of the wooden table.

The cover was still stained with dried, blackened blood, resembling a shriveled eye.

Xu Suyuan sat at the table, slowly moving her ten fingers, a routine relaxation she did after each period of intense mental concentration.

On the other side of the table, Han Xiao was wiping a pair of multi-functional pliers.

Although his right little finger was empty, it did not seem to affect his dexterity.

"Xu Changming cleared it out." Han Xiao put down his tools and said, "Although the process was somewhat risky, the result was perfect. We chose a very good entry point."

"Right below." Xu Suyuan pointed her finger and tapped lightly on the table. "Xu Changming lives in 1203, so I sneaked into 1103. The owner happened to be away from home."

She closed her eyes, as if she were back in that moment two hours earlier.

At that time, she activated [Void Travel].

But this isn't for passing through walls; it's for "embedding" into them.

Her body disappeared into the ceiling of room 1103, leaving only her eyes in a physical state, peering at Xu Changming through the gaps in the wooden floor of the 12th floor.

This is the truth behind Xu Changming's vigilance and anxiety—

Human intuition is very sharp, especially when there is a pair of eyes watching closely from underground. The feeling of being spied on, like a thorn in one's back, is enough to break down any psychological defense.

At that moment, Xu Suyuan's perspective became extremely bizarre.

She was looking up from the bottom.

She saw the soles of Xu Changming's slippers, the wood grain at the bottom of the desk, and the diary placed in a blind spot on the edge of the desk.

"My field of vision was very limited, it was all from a low angle, I couldn't see his face, I could only see his chin and trembling hands," Xu Suyuan analyzed. "But precisely because of this, it was an absolute blind spot. Unless someone was lying on the ground close to the floor looking, there was absolutely no way they could have spotted me."

"That's enough." Han Xiao nodded in approval. "You provide the coordinates and the field of view, and I'll perform the 'operation'."

This execution was a perfectly coordinated operation.

Han Xiao did not appear at the scene; he only located the target and the pen under Xu Suyuan's guidance.

When the signal for action was received, Xu Suyuan activated [Void Imprisonment], immobilizing Xu Changming and preventing him from having the ability to resist being "committed suicide".

Immediately afterwards, Han Xiao activated [Kinetic Deflection].

His ability can influence the movement of objects within his line of sight or perception. Even though there is a floor between them, it can still be effective if Xu Suyuan provides a precise "anchor point".

The rules of physics are rewritten within that confined space.

The pen, which was originally pointing inwards, suddenly gained a huge reverse acceleration.

It's like a bullet fired backwards from your hand.

"Pfft."

The pen tip pierced the carotid artery; the angle and the force perfectly achieved "self-inflicted injury."

"The final retrieval of the diary went smoothly too." Xu Suyuan spread her palms. "I was under the floor, I reached up and made the diary I touched become blurry, then pulled it back downstairs."

Han Xiao concluded, "Unless they can demolish this building and find trace amounts of biological information remaining in the ceiling, this is a dead end."

The debriefing is now complete.

Everything was flawless.

Their gazes eventually settled on the dark brown notebook on the table.

This is the real spoils of their adventure tonight.