I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

"Team Leader Zhao has been silent in all external communications for the past half hour."

Lin Yan's heart sank upon hearing this.

Old Zhao was restrained?

"Um."

"The bureau just detected no signs of contamination on your personal belongings, but we need to wait for a second assessment and review."

Su Qinghan picked up the tablet and showed it to Lin Yan.

"The person who signed the seizure order and the quarantine order this time was the deputy leader of the group."

"Shen Qinglan".

Su Qinghan finally raised her head and glanced at Lin Yan.

"She just returned to Jiangcheng from headquarters last night, ending her advanced training ahead of schedule."

"This is the first order she has issued since taking command of this demon-level incident."

After saying that, before Lin Yan could react, Su Qinghan pressed the switch on the body camera again.

With a beep, the red light flashed again.

She continued typing on the tablet.

The carriage fell silent again.

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The deputy leader of Group 1 has sidelined Lao Zhao, the team leader.

Shen Qinglan.

It seems the situation is more complex than he imagined.

The riot control vehicle sped along.

The car door was opened, and two tactical agents pulled Lin Yan out of the car from either side.

His current physical condition is not optimistic, and the surrounding environment makes him even more anxious.

This isn't the Folklore Bureau, and it's not even in the city center.

Lin Yan, however, put on his signature nonchalant smile again and turned to chat with the operative next to him:

"Brother, this is the middle of nowhere. Are you planning to cut me up and sell my organs, or are you just going to dig a hole here and bury me?"

The operative, with a cold face and ignoring his words, pushed him directly into a shipping container.

With a "bang," the heavy iron door slammed shut.

Lin Yan was forcibly pressed into an interrogation chair.

He looked around.

The walls seemed to be made of a special material, with a faint shimmering light on their surface.

There was a glass panel directly in front of him, and Lin Yan knew without guessing that it was a one-way window.

There must be someone watching him from the other side right now.

"This level of influence... Old Zhao's connections aren't working anymore."

Lin Yan secretly made plans in his mind.

He originally just wanted to do some fieldwork, slack off, collect a salary, and incidentally appease Chu Chu.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shu had just advanced to the level of a demon and had just unleashed his domain.

Now look what's happened! I'm just a temporary worker who's only been here for two days. Not only did I survive the demon realm, but I also managed to smash it to pieces.

If the higher-ups in the bureau, who deal with the bizarre every day, don't suspect anything, then the Bureau of Folklore might as well just disband.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep his expression blank so as not to give the person on the other side of the glass away.

First of all, we can't mention Sayo.

Let's not even talk about whether the Folklore Bureau can control this person when he goes crazy.

If Miss Saya finds out that he betrayed her, she'll probably cut him off as a scumbag.

We also can't mention Chu Chu.

Despite her seemingly well-behaved demeanor, this woman, who used to jump out of the showerhead to wash her hair all the time, is no pushover.

Moreover, they are the hardest to appease when they get angry, and who knows what kind of trouble they might cause.

He had to fabricate a flawless story.

One of them relied on saying, "Oh, I was just lucky," or "Oh, not at all, I just stumbled upon a dead mouse by chance."

And the story of "I barely survived by completely conforming to the bizarre rules".

Just as Lin Yan had gone through the script in his mind,

The iron door on the other side of the interrogation room was pushed open.

Before seeing him, she smelled his fragrance, like the scent of mechanical pencils from an elementary school store. Lin Yan had a strange sense of familiarity about it.

He opened his eyes.

I saw a pair of red-soled high heels, and then my gaze went up to her straight, slender legs, followed by a black uniform skirt, and finally, her face.

"Holy crap!" Lin Yan exclaimed inwardly.

The woman, carrying a thick brown paper file folder, walked to the interrogation table.

Lin Yan checked three times to make sure he hadn't misread it.

What a small world!

It's as small as him encountering his former creditor in an interrogation room where he could lose his life at any moment.

"Little Eighteen?!"

Lin Yan blurted it out.

The moment those words were spoken, the oppressive atmosphere in the interrogation room momentarily froze.

The people behind the one-way glass were stunned.

The first thing this guy said to the presiding judge was to call him by his nickname?

And judging from this order, there must be seventeen more ahead of it?

The woman standing in front of the table paused.

Her face was as cold as ice, but upon hearing the words "Little Eighteen," she suddenly revealed a smile that was both aggrieved and delighted.

"Yan Yan..."

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and without even putting down the file folder, she walked quickly to Lin Yan in her high heels.

Under the incredulous gazes of the operators behind the glass, the newly arrived deputy leader of the first team actually squatted down right at Lin Yan's feet.

She reached out her fair hand and tenderly stroked a small wound on Lin Yan's face.

Lin Yan himself didn't know when he hung up.

"How did it get like this?" She looked like she was about to cry, tears welling up in her eyes.

"How could they do this to you? Doesn't it hurt...?"

To outsiders, this is nothing short of a melodramatic soap opera about a long-awaited reunion.

But Lin Yan, who was being stroked by her, felt no joy at all; he only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He swore he had never been this afraid, not even when facing Chen Shu.

At this moment, Lin Yan felt a chill run down his spine. His body instinctively wanted to push the woman away, and the magic-suppressing handcuffs on his wrists were being pulled and rattled.

"Deputy Team Leader Shen."

Lin Yan suppressed the chill in her heart and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Be mindful of the consequences. I'm currently a high-risk suspect. Your actions... could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

Lin Yan certainly didn't think that this woman was feeling sorry for him.

He was all too familiar with this tactic, and a memory involuntarily flashed through his mind.

That was the back alley of a hotel.

He and his boss, who was dressed in formal attire, were blocked at the door.

The girl collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her broken and fragile appearance drew stares and whispers from passersby who called Lin Yan a heartless scumbag.

However, when the passersby had gone far away, only the three of them remained in the alley.

The girl stood up, and the expression on her face vanished instantly.

The seemingly delicate girl pulled a utility knife out of her bag.

Click, click, click, the blades were pushed out section by section.

She tilted her head, as if looking at two rotting corpses.

If the security guards hadn't arrived quickly, Lin Yan had no doubt that she would have stabbed him in the carotid artery.

Then he went outside crying and called the police, pretending to be a victim.

This woman is extremely good at disguising herself and has no moral bottom line.

Lin Yan found it hard to imagine what kind of family could cultivate such a talent in a harmonious society.

And now, this extremely dangerous woman is kneeling in front of him.

When Shen Qinglan heard Lin Yan's refusal, she did not back down. Instead, she stood up and hugged Lin Yan's neck.