Supermarkets connect to all realms, it's not too much for a succubus to like me, is it?

"The school really went all out this time! This immersive paranormal experience deserves full marks!"

"Stop talking! Does anyone have any potato chips? Lend me a couple; I feel like my nearsightedness has improved a bit!"

Zhao Qinghan lowered her head.

He looked at the detector in his hand, which was worth millions.

The purity of the spiritual energy shown above has indeed reached an astonishing peak.

But... the source was actually the snacks these students had?

At that moment, her worldview shattered more completely than those potato chips.

Meanwhile, at the stage exit.

Liang Kun was in such a terrible state that he was no longer recognizable as a human.

The highly toxic fumes from the detonation of the inducer directly hit his old face.

His once-refined gold-rimmed glasses were shattered into pieces, his eyes were swollen and red like two overripe, rotten peaches, and his throat was making a leaky, broken bellows-like sound.

"Damn it... Who is it... I'll kill him... I need to go back to the Demon Realm..."

He covered his eyes and, driven by his survival instinct, stumbled and tried to blend into the dispersing crowd to escape.

Just as he was about to step out of the exit.

A shadow blocked his way.

Liang Kun squinted through his swollen eyes and vaguely saw a slender figure standing opposite him.

The man was carrying an empty cardboard box upside down, with a smile on his face that made you want to punch him.

"Mr. Liang, the school anniversary celebration is quite lively, but the fireworks... seem to be of poor quality."

Lin Mo looked down at his feet.

He glanced at the real estate tycoon across the street, who was on the verge of collapse, and his smile grew even brighter.

"Since you're here, why don't you buy something before you leave?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo casually stretched out his foot, which was wearing an ordinary sneaker, and gently hooked his toe forward.

"Thump!"

A dull thud followed by a suppressed groan of pain.

This real estate tycoon and demon vanguard who was just a moment ago dreaming of ruling Haizhou.

It landed squarely on the concrete floor in a classic "facepalm" pose.

His face, already swollen like a pig's head, came into close contact with the rough ground and bled immediately.

"Oh dear, Mr. Liang, what happened to you? You're such a grown man, how could you trip and fall on flat ground?"

Lin Mo's face displayed just the right amount of panic.

He quickly stepped forward, eager to help him up.

Just as his hands touched Liang Kun's expensive custom-made suit and he forcefully "supported" him.

He deftly slid a dark purple metal piece along the fabric of his suit and silently slipped it into Liang Kun's outer pocket.

That was the only core shell from the self-destructing inducer that still retained Liang Kun's clear fingerprints and pure demonic energy.

After doing all this.

Lin Mo, who was holding Liang Kun's arm, suddenly "slipped".

Liang Kun had just propped himself up halfway when another dull thud rang out, and he sat back down heavily on the ground, the pain bringing tears and snot to his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped."

Lin Mo looked apologetic, but his voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

"Stop thief! Someone's trying to steal something and run away!"

That roar was even more penetrating than the stage explosion just now.

moment.

All eyes turned to them.

Including Zhao Qinghan, who had just rushed into the scene and was looking at the "golden people" all over the playground with a blank expression.

"Over there!"

Zhao Qinghan reacted extremely quickly; she almost instantly pinpointed the source of the sound.

A glint of light flashed in those cold phoenix eyes.

He moved like a nimble cheetah, leading two teammates in a triangular encirclement.

The specially made detector in her hand suddenly emitted a piercing beep as she approached the stage exit.

The pointer frantically pointed at Liang Kun, who was slumped on the ground, questioning the meaning of life.

"Target locked! High-intensity residual demonic energy! Energy level D+!"

Zhao Qinghan didn't give Liang Kun any chance to react at all.

With a standard tactical slide step, he pressed his knee firmly against Liang Kun's back, twisted his hand, and the cold handcuffs snapped shut, locking his still trembling hands securely.

The whole process was so smooth and fast that the surrounding students only saw a blur before a subdued "suspect" appeared on the ground.

"What are you doing?! I am Liang Kun! A well-known entrepreneur in Haizhou! What right do you have to arrest me?!"

Liang Kun finally caught his breath and began to struggle frantically, trying to use his status to intimidate others.

Zhao Qinghan completely ignored him and coldly ordered the team members beside her:

"search."

One of the team members deftly began to grope Liang Kun's body.

soon.

He pulled out the dark purple metal piece from the suit pocket that Lin Mo had tampered with.

As soon as the metal sheet was exposed to the air, the detector in Zhao Qinghan's hand started beeping even louder.

The screen even displayed a complex energy loop diagram and a glaring red warning line:

[High-risk fracture energy components of unknown origin].

Witness (Lin Mo's shout of "Stop thief!").

Physical evidence (core components bearing fingerprints and demonic energy).

Supporting evidence (the detector's off-limits reaction).

The chain of evidence is perfectly closed!

Zhao Qinghan looked at the metal piece, then at Liang Kun's face, which was no longer recognizable as human.

His gaze grew increasingly cold:

"Entrepreneur? Ha, Liang Kun, is it? We now suspect you of manufacturing and possessing illegal high-energy devices and using them to endanger public safety. Come with us."

"No! I didn't! This is a frame-up! It was that kid...it was him!"

Liang Kun appeared to be insane.

He turned his head and stared intently at Lin Mo, who was standing not far away with an innocent look on his face, clapping and cheering.

pity.

In the eyes of the crowd, his appearance, coupled with these accusations, was hardly convincing; it was simply a case of someone acting out of anger and making baseless accusations.

Zhao Qinghan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore.

He waved to his teammates:

"take away!"

At the same time this farce was unfolding.

On the other side of the square.

A furtive figure was quietly approaching Shen Manqing, who had just been helped up by her classmate and was still in shock.

Professor Liu pushed up his thick glasses.

He held a pair of gleaming medical tweezers in his hand, his eyes burning with intensity.

His goal.

It was a tiny, golden potato chip crumb, smaller than a sesame seed, near the corner of Shen Manqing's rosy lips.

That is a sacred object containing pure Yang spiritual energy!

It is a miracle that could overturn modern science!

As long as we can get even a tiny sample...

"Excuse me, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Just as Professor Liu's tweezers were about to touch Shen Manqing, Lin Mo appeared in front of him as if by teleportation, with a professional fake smile on his face.

"I...I'm a biochemistry researcher!"

Professor Liu, quick-witted as ever, spouted nonsense with a straight face.

"This student has a very special constitution. I'd like to collect a saliva sample for... for allergy screening!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Mo's smile became increasingly "sincere".

"Professor Liu, do you think I wouldn't recognize you just because I'm not teaching?"