You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

There was only one blanket on the bed.

Meng Jingting took the initiative to go to the side near the balcony.

On a night just before summer, a cool breeze blew in through the cracks.

Meng Jingting raised her eyes slightly and saw that Zhong Xun was wearing white loungewear, revealing his lean and strong ankles.

"Take off your coat and go to sleep," Zhong Xun said.

Meng Jingting didn't want to be stared at by death again. The Grand Judge also didn't expect that more than ten years had passed, but the shadow of his childhood had not disappeared with his growth and differentiation. If he were to be slapped on the forehead by Zhong Xun when he was twenty-five or twenty-six, it would be quite embarrassing to think about.

Underneath Meng Jingting's pullover was a black vest. He pulled off his clothes forcefully, lifting the vest up a bit, and Zhong Xun saw old wounds piled on top of new ones, with a bloodstain that seemed to have been scraped off just two days ago.

"Wait a minute." Zhong Xun stepped forward and pressed him down.

The young man's warm fingertips gently stroked the wound, causing no pain whatsoever, yet Meng Jing felt a shiver run down his spine.

"You went straight to the shower without taking any precautions?" Zhong Xun's tone was rather unfriendly.

Meng Jingting quickly explained, "I'll be fine after one night's sleep; I have a strong ability to recover."

Indeed, S-grade individuals have a metabolic function that is more than ten times that of normal people.

But Zhong Xun still found the first-aid kit, which contained disinfectant.

Zhong Xun dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and had Meng Jingting half-lift his vest so he could carefully apply the ointment.

The man has fair skin but is full of vitality. Years of high-intensity work and strong self-control have resulted in his muscles showing through smoothly with the slightest movement, making them quite attractive.

Meng Jingting suddenly spoke up in a muffled voice: "You've applied it five times already."

Zhong Xun calmly put the cotton swab away. "Hmm, it's safer to do it a few more times."

Meng Jing asked curiously, "Why do you insist on staying in the master bedroom?"

"I've looked at the case file. The only traces of the contaminants are in the master bedroom, living room, and balcony. But the footprints on the balcony are pointing outwards. If the contaminants injured Zhang Sheng, jumped off the balcony, and ran to the master bedroom, what would be their purpose? They couldn't just disappear into thin air here."

Meng Jingting immediately realized: "It had been observing Zhang Sheng in the master bedroom, then went around to the living room to commit the crime, and after it was done, it jumped off the balcony and disappeared."

"Yes, that's the normal procedure," Chung Hsun said. "A pollutant that knows how to lie low and observe is unfortunately a high-ranking official in the news. A pollutant that commits a crime must possess intelligence."

As his jumbled thoughts gradually cleared, Meng Jing hesitated, "You mean...?"

"Xu Hengzhou and I both believe the other party is still nearby," Zhong Xun said. "Just like some criminals return to the scene after committing a crime to admire their masterpiece, what about this contaminant? If it doesn't reappear, then it proves my intuition was wrong."

Meng Jing responded, "You and Xu Hengzhou seem to get along quite well."

Zhong Xun: "..."

"Didn't you see that Xu Hengzhou targeted me time and again before?"

Meng Jingting: "..."

Zhong Xun gestured for Meng Jingting to lie down, then turned off the bedside lamp with a "snap".

The bedroom instantly fell into darkness. The curtains didn't block out light very well, and the neon lights of the city in the distance were still flashing, forming ripple-like halos on them.

  

The fresh air of the empty valley drifted slowly, and it could soothe not only Alphas but also Omegas. Meng Jingting didn't feel tired at first, but as he was enveloped by the familiar scent, a sense of weariness began to creep in.

In this environment, every sound and movement becomes exceptionally clear.

Zhong Xun turned over.

Meng Jing's senses were uncontrollably sharp; his heartbeats surged through the silent air until his nerves could no longer withstand the pressure. He turned his head and met a pair of bright eyes.

Meng Jing's throat tightened, his voice hoarse: "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I can't sleep right now," Zhong Xun said. "You go to sleep first."

Meng Jing didn't know how to respond, so he simply closed his eyes.

He has never been very good at dealing with Zhong Xun's bluntness.

The next second, the mental tentacles invaded the mental sea.

Meng Jingting's spiritual sea was vast and boundless, with spiritual power intertwined and complex at the bottom of the sea. Its tentacles gently searched through it, untangling any knots and mending any breaks. Everything went smoothly, and even Meng Jingting could not resist the comfort that permeated her soul after the high pressure.

Then at some point, the sticky tentacles wrapped around a strand of spiritual energy, like vines.

The previously dry mental sea was filled with moisture in just two seconds. The tentacle gently stroked it, and when it released its mental power, it extended something like a suction cup, "Mua!"

Even a 100,000-volt electric shock wouldn't be this bad. Meng Jingting suddenly tried to sit up, but before he could even lift his body halfway, Zhong Xun leaned over and pressed him back down.

"Mental health counseling, what are you afraid of?" Zhong Xun's voice was deep.

Meng Jing was practically going crazy. "Is that some kind of psychological counseling?"

"Isn't that right?" Zhong Xun retorted, "Of the seven spiritual powers, which one wasn't taken care of?!"

Meng Jingting: "..."

The Grand Judge's disbelief was mixed with a familiar sense of resignation. In that instant, it felt like he was back in his childhood, when Zhong Xun was just as unreasonable, trying to make black out as white.

"Just guide them properly, don't..."

Zhong Xun leaned closer, his warm breath close to her ear: "Don't want what?"

Meng Jing closed his eyes in unbearable discomfort.

Countless people have asked him, "What is it about Zhong Xun that makes you so hung up on her?"

The reason was right then and there. Meng Jing thought to himself that he was prey being dragged into the swamp by the tentacles. The more violently he struggled, the faster he would sink. Being half-dead could prolong his life.

"I'm asking you." Zhong Xun's voice was even lower.

The mattress couldn't sink any further, otherwise Meng Jingting would have wanted to crawl inside and be next to the springs. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he turned his head away almost as if fleeing. "No, no..." Based on experience, he said what Zhong Xun wanted to hear most: "You can do anything...!"

Zhong Xun rested one arm on Meng Jingting's chest, and in the dim light, it looked as if he were watching a soft, timid spring rain.

This is Meng Jingting, whom no one else could ever see, even if they were beaten to death.

His Meng Jingting.

"Hmm..." Zhong Xun was about to tease him a bit more when his expression suddenly changed. Meng Jingting silently and nimbly got up, adjusted his posture, and lightly leaped onto the wardrobe opposite him like a cheetah. The shadows were the heaviest there, and he almost instantly blended into them. Zhong Xun then took the opportunity to lie down on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

The gaps in the curtains were pitch black, but it seemed as if an eye was open in the darkness, making a "gurgling" sound as it tried to squeeze in.

Meng Jingting completely concealed his aura, so that unless it was also an S-level pollutant, there would be no way he could detect it.

Zhong Xun's breathing was steady and flawless. I observed him for about ten minutes before looking away.

Zhong Xun's intuition was correct.

After confirming that the other party had left, Meng Jing silently jumped back onto the bed.

He and Zhong Xun exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes.

"Judging from the figure alone, it is a person," Meng Jingting affirmed.

people? !

The two immediately thought of the underground banquet.

Meng Jing's face darkened completely. The meat served was contaminated with pollutants. And Song Chu, did he really not use living people for experiments?