Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

But now that Jiu was about to retire, he became determined and directly voiced his dissatisfaction:

"Mr. Wei Yanwu, if you were already aware of the Rattlesnake problem, why did you send the Guard Bureau to their deaths?! Unleashing that scale of psychic Originium Arts on the citizens of Lungmen and the Guard Bureau officers just to arrest a group of thugs who grew up under your patronage, isn't that going a bit too far?!"

"Why would you do something so contemptuous of human life when you knew everything?"

Wei Yanwu: "Huh?"

Chapter Ninety: I Couldn't Rebut It

Does a Level 4 disaster concern me?

Large-scale spiritual Originium Arts?

Knowing everything, why send the Guard Bureau to their deaths?

They use any means necessary to attack civilians and police officers?

What is all this nonsense?

Wei Yanwu was completely bewildered and couldn't understand what Jiu was saying at all.

Jiu Yue grew increasingly angry, her furious eyes fixed on Wei Yanwu's face. Seeing that he was still feigning ignorance, her anger flared even more.

“Mr. Wei Yanwu, I don’t want to question you now, but the Lungmen Guard Bureau is an organization you established. You told me that no matter what, Lungmen will always be your number one priority. But a city isn’t just empty steel and concrete. If there are no people, no urban area, no slums, and no Guard Bureau, would Lungmen still be Lungmen?”

“You always think things through carefully, considering three steps ahead before taking any action. I never question your decisions, but I only ask that in the future, when you face Chen and Xingxiong, these police officers who risk their lives on the front lines, you will consider their safety more, instead of resorting to any means necessary to ensure the smooth execution of your so-called plan.”

"What...what did I do?"

Wei Yanwu opened his mouth, and a somewhat aggrieved expression actually appeared on his old face. He almost couldn't help but ask a few standard newbie questions—What is this? What's going on? What should I do?

Wei Yanwu pinched his kidney, forcing himself to calm down, and thoughtfully summarized what Jiu had just said.

First, last night in the third district of the slums, a level four Originium spell disaster occurred.

Then, including Nine, Princess Theresa and Queen Vina all agreed that the disaster was related to themselves as the governor of Lungmen.

Nine blames herself for not informing the Guard Bureau beforehand about this arrangement, and for rashly activating the spell before the Guard Bureau personnel could evacuate, causing them to also be affected by the spell. Theresa and the others suspect that Wei Yanwu's target for releasing the spell was not the armed riot organization "Rattlesnake" that Nine mentioned, but rather Prince Wayne, who was in the slums' third district at the time.

Yeah, Wei Yanwu completely understands... my ass.

When did I ever unleash a large-scale Originium Arts spell within Lungmen territory? Do you even know what a large-scale Originium Arts spell is? Last night, he was rushing to rescue Wayne, in a frantic rush, and even hitched a ride on Wen Yue's motorcycle. He's still feeling nauseous and vomiting. Where would he find the time to unleash such a spell?

Besides, where would I get anyone under my command who possesses Originium Arts skills related to the spiritual realm? Do you really think spiritual Originium Arts are as common as cabbages on the street?

Originium Arts are diverse and varied, taking on countless forms. Most focus on manipulating specific elements, such as fire, water, ice, wind, and lightning. These specific Originium Arts have no particular limitations; as long as you have the aptitude for Originium Arts and the opportunity to receive systematic training, you have a high probability of mastering them. Besides these elemental Originium Arts, there are also more unusual ones, such as manipulating energy, cells, air, and even chemical elements.

As for the highly taboo Originium Arts of the Spiritual type, they are extremely rare. The human spirit is the most private thing in the world, and even the most cunning schemer cannot hide their inner thoughts. Once a possessor of Spiritual Originium Arts appears, they are either besieged and killed or recruited by governments and royal families of various countries, becoming government tools under strict surveillance.

Putting everything else aside, if Wei Yanwu possessed mental Originium memories, he wouldn't need to prepare so much. He could simply judge who was trustworthy and who wasn't, and raise an army to launch a rebellion. But unfortunately, he didn't. As for his subordinates, not to mention the Guard Bureau, it was even less likely that there would be any casters with mental Originium memories among the retired Imperial Guards who spontaneously formed the Shadow Guard.

It's very simple. Wei Yanwu knows each of them and what skills each of them possesses.

"This is utter nonsense."

Wei Yanwu shook his head decisively.

He won't take the blame for this, and he can't afford to.

However, neither Theresa nor Vina clearly accepted Wei Yanwu's explanation. Theresa even directly asked:

"Mr. Wei Yanwu, besides yourself, who else has the ability to cast a spell within Lungmen that could cover an entire block of tens of thousands of people? The difficulty of such a spell certainly cannot be accomplished by one person alone. The one who cast the spell is definitely not an individual, but an organization. You mean that there is a large organization within Lungmen that studies Originium Arts of the Spiritual Realm, and you are unaware of this?"

Theresa's smile was somewhat cold.

"I'm afraid it wasn't that they were unaware, but rather that they tacitly approved it?"

"I...I...."

Wei Yanwu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Theresa makes a lot of sense.

As mentioned above, although Wei Yanwu did not keep an eye on every corner of Longmen at all times, at least most of the time, as long as there were any organizations, capable people, or major events in Longmen, the relevant information would be delivered to his desk within ten minutes.

There was no other reason than that the Black Cloak Shadow Guards were always scattered throughout Lungmen, secretly monitoring the entire city.

These are essential qualities for a competent ruler and an excellent politician in Terra.

Therefore, as Theresa said, if there truly is a mental Originium mage within Lungmen, and an organization researching mental Originium magic, then he knows about it one hundred percent. If that organization isn't officially under Lungmen's control but is still operating normally, then it's one hundred percent under his tacit approval.

Without exception, Wei Yanwu would not and would not allow such an exception to occur on his own territory.

As is widely known, a mental Originium spell covering tens of thousands of people in a neighborhood is absolutely impossible for one person to accomplish; there must be an organization behind it. This is beyond doubt.

Nine has already proven that a Level 4 disaster did indeed occur in District 3 last night, and it was caused by a rare mental Originium spell. She has no reason to lie to herself. So it is indeed reasonable for Theresa and Vina to come and suspect him, and it is very reasonable, so reasonable that if it were Wei Yanwu himself, he would definitely have made the same decision immediately.

Therefore, he can't get rid of this blame no matter what; it's like mud falling into his pants—even if it's not shit, it's still shit.

But the problem is, I really didn't do it, did I?

Wei Yanwu felt he couldn't explain himself clearly anymore; he was even almost convinced of his own actions, starting to have the illusion that he really was the one who did it. Left with no other choice, he had to resort to the trump card he had originally planned to use to gain the upper hand:

"If you don't believe me, call Prince Wayne and ask him if I was the one who rescued him last night."

Before Wei Yanwu could finish speaking, Vina's phone suddenly rang.

Vina was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took out her phone, looked at the name, and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's my brother!"

Chapter Ninety-One: Subtle Clues

"It's my brother!"

Vina exclaimed with delight. Who could have been more anxious than her? She had been waiting a whole day for Wayne's call!

They hadn't been in contact for a day. The last time Wayne and Vina lost contact like this was during the rebellion in the North, when Wayne was trapped in Lord Vincent's mansion.

She eagerly answered the phone, only to hear Theresa beside her remind her:

"Turn on speakerphone, Vina, turn it on speakerphone!"

She also wanted to hear Wayne's voice and to confirm that Wayne was safe and sound.

Wei Yanwu, who was standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief once again after hearing that it was Wayne who made the contact.

I feel a lot relieved today, don't I?

Wei Yanwu thought to himself. Just now, he was almost convinced by his own words that he might have secretly assembled a large army of warlocks. Luckily, Wayne called in time. As long as Wayne called, everything would be alright. He would help him prove his innocence. At that time, Vina would have to pay a small price to settle things peacefully.

Wei Yanwu wouldn't simply accept a minimal statement of support from Vina as a price for this.

"Brother, is that you? Where are you?"

Vina answered the phone, put it on speakerphone, and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry, Vina."

Wayne's voice sounded somewhat weak, but Wei Yanwu wasn't too surprised. After all, it was only early morning, and it wasn't even fully light yet. Wayne might not have slept all night, and Aslan wasn't some energetic immortal being, so it was only natural that he was a little weak.

Wayne sat in a dim sum restaurant next to the Guard Bureau, covered the receiver, and shouted loudly to the proprietress:

"I'm here to bring breakfast for Mr. Chan. Could you also give me one of the same kind?"

The shop owner nodded knowingly, a hint of surprise and appreciation flashing in his eyes. As he turned to pack the fried dough sticks and steamed buns, he muttered to himself:

"Has this young lady, Ms. Chen, finally come to her senses and started looking for men?"

Wayne overheard this and chuckled inwardly. The landlady didn't seem to think Wayne was the one pursuing Inspector Chen. It seemed that in her mind, Inspector Chen was the type of guy who would be treated like a brother by guys, but would never be treated like a wife. She was probably the only one actively pursuing men; it was unlikely any man would pursue her.

Wayne shook his head; the landlady's perspective was still too narrow. You see, in his previous life, although Chen was probably the least popular of the three female leads, her popularity was still in the tens of thousands.

But now was not the time to dwell on the past. Wayne cleared his throat, loosened the microphone he was covering slightly to make sure his voice sounded a little hoarse and deep, before speaking:

"I just came out of the Guard Bureau and was taken away to give a statement."

“Vina, I’m sorry to have worried you, but what happened last night was truly horrific. I’m calling you because you are Queen Victoria, and you have the right to know. But please don’t tell Theresa; I don’t want her to worry.”

Vina turned her head to look at Theresa, who was standing to the side. Theresa was clearly disappointed after hearing those words; her lips were slightly pursed and her fists were clenched.

Brother, I wish you good luck.

Vina silently offered a blessing in her heart and asked:

"What happened last night? Didn't you take An Suo home? Why didn't you come back all night!"

Wayne paused, but having already prepared his answer, he remained completely calm and replied very seriously:

"Because of Wei Yanwu."

"puff!"

Wei Yanwu, who had just taken a sip of tea, couldn't help but spit it out. He took a step forward, wanting to question Wayne about why he was making false accusations.

What do you mean by "because of me"? What does last night's procedure have to do with me?

Even though all the evidence points to me, all the witness testimonies are against me, and all the logic leads to me, I just feel that I did it.

We need to reason with them... no, reasoning with them would make it clear that I did it, and I can't wash my hands of it. We need to talk about metaphysics.

What merit or ability do I, Wei Yanwu, possess to directly control the consciousness of tens of thousands of people in an entire block? Not to mention myself, how many people in the whole world can achieve this? No one!

Even if someone is immortal, it is absolutely impossible for them to control the minds of tens of thousands of people!

Therefore, this must be a gang crime, and the number of gang members must be quite large, at least over a hundred!

Last night, the Guard Bureau swept through the Rattlesnake organization. It's impossible for Rattlesnakes to have cast a spell on themselves and become controlled, unless they're idiots. But Rattlesnakes are one of the Serpent Scales, Koschei's subordinates; how could they be idiots? If Koschei is an idiot, then wouldn't I, Wei Yanwu, who fought him to a standstill with both sides winning and losing, also be considered an idiot?

I'm not stupid; the spellcasting group couldn't possibly be the Rattlesnakes. So the question is, who else in Lungmen could organize a group of a hundred sorcerers?

Wei Yanwu lowered his head and looked at his old face reflected in the teacup.

It seems like I'm the only one left.

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Wait, how did I end up back where I started? No matter how you look at it, I did it, but the problem is, it really has nothing to do with me.

Wei Yanwu racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what had happened in Block 3 last night. He even considered going to the power plant to ask if there was anything wrong with the meters.

“Vina, you don’t need to ask Wei Yanwu, or even if you did, he probably wouldn’t admit it.”

Wayne continued. Vina and Theresa both turned their gazes to Wei Yanwu, whose face looked as if he had eaten a bitter melon.