Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"I have to find other spiritual sustenance," he paused, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his thigh, as if trying to organize his words, "otherwise I will become a useless person, a numb and indifferent waste with no sense of reality."

"I tried every possible way to get all kinds of books, from philosophy to religion. I once wanted to put my hand on the Bible, trying to find some peace from it—"

"—But you also know," he glanced at Xing Qingjiu, "we can't get any comfort from religion."

"Xing, do you have religious beliefs?" James asked suddenly.

"I just want to find a way to get God onto the research bench," Xing Qingqiu chuckled. "Even if God exists, He has nothing to do with religion. Religion is purely a humanistic realm and has nothing to do with God."

"Oh my God," James said, stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "'Religion is a humanistic category', I love this sentence."

He subconsciously took out the wrinkled cigarette box from his pocket, skillfully took out a cigarette and put it to his lips. When he was about to light it, his movements suddenly froze.

"I don't mind, comrade." Xing Qingfeng glanced at him and said casually, his eyes still focused on the road ahead, "If you want to smoke, go ahead."

James nodded, cigarette in his mouth, but fumbling around his body for a long time.

"Damn it, I don't have a lighter."

Seeing this, Xing Qingwu tilted his head slightly, raised his finger slightly on the steering wheel, and a small, weak flame appeared at his fingertips. He reached over and gently lit the butt of his cigarette.

"Ah, that's a great help." James leaned closer to the flame, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a cloud of smoke with satisfaction.

The smoke inside the car rose slowly in the night, and the light of the cigarette flickered.

"So you finally found your faith?" Xing Qingyu asked.

"To be more precise, I've found my courage again," James exhaled a puff of smoke. "If I have the chance, I really want to visit China. I heard that a lot has changed there."

"Going to China is a good idea, but it might be a bit troublesome if you want to go there directly now." Xing Qingwu smiled and glanced out the car window. "Maybe you have to wait a few years."

James took a drag on his cigarette and nodded thoughtfully. The smoke filled the car, bringing a sense of tranquility. "Yeah, if I get the chance, I must visit that country."

"By the way," he suddenly paused, his eyes fell on the cigarette butt in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, and then he turned his head to look at Xing Qingwu, "What did you use to light my cigarette just now? I don't think I saw it clearly."

"..."

Xing Qingfu's face froze for a moment. Before coming here, he was told to try not to reveal his mysterious existence in front of James.

For someone with a clear worldview, suddenly being exposed to too many unknowns is likely to have unpredictable effects on his spirit. The best approach is to let him adapt slowly and gradually accept these changes.

"Uh..." Xing Qingwu's mind raced, searching for the right words to say, "I bought a souvenir in South America... a finger-shaped lighter."

"Uh, a souvenir I bought in South America..." Xing Qingwu said casually, but his eyes were wandering outside the car, glancing at the movement in the rearview mirror. "A finger-shaped lighter... Oh, there's a traffic stop ahead. I'll show it to you later."

At that moment, the police car behind him suddenly flashed its glaring lights. Red and blue light flashed in the rearview mirror, illuminating the interior of the car. The siren blared briefly, clearly signaling them to pull over.

"Wait, when did the police car appear behind us?" James glanced sideways at the rearview mirror, his expression becoming nervous, and the wrinkles on his face becoming deeper. "No, are we really going to be inspected so easily? I thought..."

"Relax." Xing Qingyu held the steering wheel steadily with one hand and raised the other hand to gently pat James' shoulder. "I'll explain the reason later. Don't worry, relax first."

The car slid slowly to the side of the road, the tires rubbing against the ground with a slight "squeak." Xing Qingfeng rolled down the window, and a cold breeze immediately rushed into the car, carrying a hint of street dust.

"Hey, buddy." A police officer in a dark blue uniform walked up quickly, stood by the car window, and leaned over to look inside. When he saw an Asian man and an elderly white man sitting in the car, his expression seemed to relax a lot, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little. "Shall we start?"

"What's going on?" Xing Qingwu asked casually.

"Nothing special. I'm Officer Cody from the local police station." Cody pulled out his police ID from his waist, quickly displayed it, and then put it back to his side with a routine smile on his face. "I stopped you because I noticed that the window of your car seemed completely opaque. It's too late, do you mind if I ask where you are going?"

"Oh, that's true, officer. Actually, I just came to pick up my friend. We were going to go to a bar in the city to have a few drinks and pick up a couple of girls to relax, you know, and unwind."

He shrugged playfully, his eyes fixed on Cody, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "As for the glass—you know, sometimes I don't like being in a room. This is my new car, just for this."

"Oh, I get it, I get it. A perfect night out." Cody showed a knowing expression, seemingly agreeing completely with Xing Qingjiu's explanation. "But we still have to follow the rules. Could you please show me your driver's license, vehicle registration, and insurance certificate?"

"Of course, no problem." Xing Qingwu nodded calmly, opened the front drawer of the car, and took out a neatly arranged stack of documents. "Do you need me to open the trunk or something for inspection?"

"Oh, that's fine." Cody waved casually, took the ID, and quickly scanned it, seemingly uninterested in examining it. He looked up at the deserted street and shook his head. "I'm afraid my partner won't be able to make it today, so there's no need."

"Thanks for your cooperation, buddy." He handed the documents back to Xing Qingjiu and nodded. "Have a good night."

"You too, Officer." Xing Qingyu nodded politely, then rolled up the window. He gently turned the steering wheel, restarted the car, and drove smoothly into the night. The low hum of the engine gradually drowned out the distant roar of the wind, and the atmosphere inside the car returned to its previous calm, as if nothing had happened.

"What happened just now?" James frowned, took another cigarette from the pack, and placed it between his lips with practiced ease. He nudged the cigarette butt with his tongue, tilted his head slightly to glance at Xing Qingjiu, and spoke with a hint of doubt, "Are you so sure there won't be any problems?"

"We've only been gone for half an hour." Xing Qingfeng snorted disapprovingly while steering. "Based on the dosage I gave, those two FBI agents should still be snoring in their sleep. They probably haven't woken up yet."

"Besides, even if they do wake up and want to report the incident immediately, don't forget that they won't be able to move as quickly as we think." Xing Qingyu smiled. "Even if they react, we still have to go through the process, mobilize personnel, and reallocate tasks."

"That's true. The efficiency of information transmission by government agencies is terribly slow." James was silent for a moment, looked down at the cigarette in his hand, and exhaled a long breath. The smoke filled the car, like a thin gauze curtain covering the two of them.

"Yes," Xing Qingqi's voice came from the smoke, "This is just an ordinary traffic stop. There's no need to make a fuss. Don't worry, relax."

Xing Qingyu smiled and casually tapped the steering wheel with his right hand, as if something suddenly occurred to him. Without saying a word, he stretched out his left hand, applied a little pressure to the wrist with his fingertips, and pried off a finger.

"By the way, let me show you my lighter." He casually extended the finger over. "Does this thing I bought in South America look real?"

"It's damn similar." James took the finger. The finger had gradually begun to crystallize after leaving the body. Xing Qingfu temporarily injected some magic power into it so that it could maintain the appearance of a finger.

"Right, I was stunned too," Xing Qingfan replied casually, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"No, no, no, you have to keep this good stuff for yourself," James exclaimed with a smile. He looked at it carefully for a while and then returned the finger to Xing Qingfeng. "Cool!"

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A bit tired, anyway, this is it for now, typing on a tablet is like being in jail. Zero alcohol ０⑦~ Just work on the shrimp spirit dream, (

In short, the political content involved in this book is pretty much like this. To emphasize again, it is only written for the purpose of character creation, not for the purpose of writing about politics.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give feedback. Thank you.

Interlude: GTA Limited-Time Crossover: Battle of Folpor: 4. Discover the Limited-Time Side Mission

"Where are we going now?" James' gaze drifted out the window, flickering as the rapidly receding streetscape unfolded. A low humming sound mingled with the gentle bumps of tires on the asphalt. The Los Angeles night wasn't entirely silent. Occasionally, groups of pedestrians drifted by under the dim streetlights, and the neon signs of the shops still flashed a vibrant hue. But the scene on this street was gradually becoming deserted.

"It doesn't look like the way out of the city." James squinted his eyes and stared at the industrial area that was gradually approaching in front of him.

"We need to go paint the car," Xing Qingwu said calmly, steering the car and glancing at him from the side. "And change the license plate. There's usually very little traffic in your area. If I don't change it, I'll definitely be caught by those damn cameras."

"Are we still on time?" James asked softly. Although his tone was a little uneasy, he had never seen Xing Qingjiu show any panic.

"That's absolutely enough," Xing Qingfeng said with a faint smile on his face, his tone somewhat casual. "I've done this kind of thing before, so I have a lot of experience."

"That sounds like a scene from a movie," James smiled, trying to hide his inner anxiety. "Have you ever helped smuggle people across the border before?"

"No." Xing Qingqiu's voice remained calm, but a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. "But I used to be an informant and led a few narcotics officers to crack down on drug dens in Los Angeles."

"Cool." James whistled and touched his chin with his hand. "You have a lot of fucking experience."

"Of course." Xing Qingfeng glanced at him and continued to focus on driving. He chatted with James from time to time, obviously seeing that James had been mentally tormented for a while, and wanted to relieve his inner pressure through casual chat.

Of course, this was just his superficial explanation to deceive himself. In fact, he just wanted to find someone to brag about what he had done here, but no one in the UK would listen to him.

The car slowed down gradually. Xing Qingwu turned the steering wheel, and the car slid around the corner, turning into a narrow alley. The roadside signs began to thin out, with only a few dimly lit shops still open. The orange streetlights cast long shadows on the road.

Just as he turned the corner, he caught a glimpse of two familiar figures sneaking into a fishing tackle store on the street ahead.

"Hey." Xing Qingqi's eyes stern, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I found a limited-time side quest, buddy. You don't mind if we waste a little time?"

"What?" James frowned, noticing his sudden change. "What happened?"

"I guess there's another drug dealer here," Xing Qingfeng replied calmly, "Do you want to stop and take a look?"

James glanced sideways at the gloomy alley outside the car window, feeling vaguely uneasy, but he immediately shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"That's fine with me. As long as it doesn't delay our departure."

"Believe me, man," Xing Qingfeng chuckled and patted the steering wheel lightly. "Even if Los Angeles was hit by a fucking nuclear bomb, I would find a way to get you out."

"So," James raised his eyebrows, his gaze still fixed on the window, his tone filled with casual curiosity, "where is the dealer?"

Xing Qingfeng didn't respond immediately. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, then raised his chin and pointed to a corner outside the car window. "See that fishing tackle shop?" His voice was low, yet it radiated confidence. "That's where two people sneaked in just now."

James looked in the direction of his finger. Under the dim street lights, a faint light shone through the window of the fishing tackle shop. The shop door looked ordinary and so deserted that it did not arouse any suspicion.

"How did you know?" He frowned and squinted his eyes to observe carefully. "I can't tell. It's a very ordinary place."

"Hmm, look around again." Xing Qingyu raised his hand, pointing at the few figures walking around on the sparsely populated street, his expression growing increasingly relaxed. "Those are DEA agents. The one in the gray coat, and the one pretending to be on the phone over there."

"Hmm... that's not right." His tone still contained a hint of doubt. "James scratched his head and glanced at those people. If you look closely, it's indeed a bit strange, but in this situation, shouldn't you suspect they are FBI agents? Maybe they are looking for us."

"Let's make a bet?" Xing Qingqiu raised a sly smile, his eyes flickering with a hint of provocation. "I'll explain the reason to you later, but I guarantee that those people are from the DEA."

"How long have you been in the United States?" James turned his head and stared at Xing Qingqi's confident expression, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I came here on and off in the past few years, about half a year in total." Xing Qingfu replied casually, his fingers still tapping on the steering wheel.

"Okay, I really don't believe it. How can a Chinese person like you, who's only been in the US for half a year, know more about this than someone like me who's served in the military?" James fumbled in his pocket for a while, finally pulling out a crumpled bill, a look of resignation in his eyes. "That's all I have."

"Just wait and see." Xing Qingwu chuckled, casually tossed the finger he had shown off earlier and gently placed it on the banknote. "I spent most of the six months I was in the United States hanging out with this group of people. Just trust me."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Qingfeng's gaze swept across the street and suddenly caught sight of movement. Under the dim light, a small truck slowly approached the back of the fishing tackle shop. Its gray body seemed out of place on the deserted street. The cab door opened, and a sturdy young man jumped out, clutching a swarthy rifle. He walked to the back door of the fishing tackle shop and, with a quick and decisive movement, opened the garage door hidden in the shadows.

"Look." Xing Qingfeng whistled lightly, a smug look on his face. "Would a normal fishing tackle store choose this spot to stock up? Besides, have you ever seen a fishing tackle store that requires guns?"

"You're just a blind cat that's caught a dead mouse." James frowned, his eyes fixed on the young man who was opening the door. His doubts grew, but he was unwilling to give in easily. He curled his lips in disapproval, "I don't..."

He had barely finished his words when, suddenly, the street erupted in a sharp screeching of brakes. Several cars suddenly emerged from the darkness, quickly surrounding the pickup truck. Then, with car doors slamming open, a burst of gunfire erupted in the silent night. Bullets rained down on the pickup truck, shattering glass, denting doors, and sending sparks flying.

James was startled by the sudden change in front of him, his eyes widened, and he was about to say something, but was completely interrupted by the gunshot.

"Those guys are the DEA," Xing Qingfeng said, a triumphant smile playing on his face. The pedestrians he'd pointed out earlier now drew their pistols and quickly joined the fray. They shouted their identities toward the tackle shop while firing at the drug traffickers. Bullets streaked through the night, blazing trails as they headed straight for their targets.

"Alright, brother." Xing Qingfeng smiled and patted James' shoulder, his tone full of confidence and pride. "It's right to trust me, right?"

"And, um... there's also good news." Xing Qingyu looked at the gunfire scene. "Los Angeles probably won't have many police officers left to lock down the city soon."

"The local police are involved?" James nodded, but he noticed that Xing Qingwu was quickly restarting the engine. The whole car was shaking slightly, and the low roar of the engine echoed in the car. "Why, you want to join in the fun?"

"No." Xing Qingwu stared straight ahead, his brow furrowed, his expression growing increasingly serious. "This is a bit of a problem. It seems the local police haven't communicated with the DEA."

At the same moment, a nearby side door suddenly slammed open, a sharp metal creak, and a gaunt, elderly man rushed out in a panicked state. His steps were unsteady, his face frantic, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He didn't bother to wipe the sweat off his face. He rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, and then, like a madman, clambered onto the roof of a nearby truck.

The old man quickly climbed onto the roof, his footsteps stumbling, the sound of his soles scraping against the iron sheet sharp and harsh. He hurriedly jumped over the rusty wire fence, then stumbled to the ground, twisted his ankle and almost fell, but continued to run forward with stiff legs and feet.

Behind him, one of the two men who had sneaked into the tackle shop was chasing him, pistol drawn. The pursuer walked steadily, his gaze sharp, the muzzle of his gun pointed at the old man's back. He cursed under his breath from time to time, his pace becoming increasingly rapid. The bullet grazed the old man's foot with a dull thud.

"Well, here it comes." Xing Qingwu's eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. The front of the car shook violently, and the black SUV rushed out like an arrow. The wheels rubbed against the ground, making a harsh scream and raising a cloud of dust.

"Wait, aren't you going to get out of the car and catch him?" James looked at the speeding car and seemed a little surprised.

"Ah, I prefer to hit people with my car." Xing Qingfeng gripped the steering wheel, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. His tone was as relaxed as if he was discussing the weather and dinner. "Believe me, I have enough experience in both being hit by cars and hitting people with cars. I will never kill him."

A black SUV sped through the night, street lights flashing past the window, neon lights reflected on the front of the car. The air was thick with tension. Up ahead, the old man ran desperately, his legs seemingly driven by fear, nearly losing control. He kept glancing back, his face pale.

"Come on, old man, you're going pretty fast." Xing Qing grinned, gripped the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the accelerator with both feet, and the speed of the car soared instantly.

"Oh shit why do I feel like you're so turned on?" James yelled.

"Really?" Xing Qingwu stared at the old man. "I'm just helping to catch him. This is the most efficient method."

The wheels made a rapid friction sound on the ground. Just when the SUV was about to catch up with the fleeing old man, Xing Qingyu stepped hard on the accelerator. The engine let out a low roar, and the front of the car accelerated suddenly and hit the old man directly.

The old man had no time to react. He was thrown into the air by the immense force, his body flying like a rag doll. He waved his hands, trying to grab onto something, but to no avail. A moment later, he hit the ground hard, tumbling several times before finally coming to a stop. The old man's body twitched a few times, and he tried to get up, but his struggles were futile, and he eventually lost consciousness.

The SUV stopped steadily. Xing Qingyu rolled down the window. The air outside the car was filled with the smell of gunfire and gun smoke. He whistled briskly.

Not far away, a sturdy middle-aged Hispanic man came hurriedly, his steps a little hurried, and he was breathing slightly. His short hair was already a little gray, and his face was unshaved.

He quickly walked around an abandoned car on the street, the ground under his feet making a slight rustling sound, and then glanced in the old man's direction, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Hey, Miguel!" Xing Qingyu was still sitting in the driver's seat, tapping the steering wheel lightly. Seeing Miguel approaching, he waved at him with a faint smile on his face. "Where's Daniel?"

"He's in the back." Miguel panted and pointed in the direction of the fishing tackle shop in the distance. "Dannel was shot, but the bullet was blocked by his bulletproof vest. He's not seriously injured."

"Oh, hey, my goodness. Reimu Iner 0 mixed 栮笼七司巴<" Miguel turned his gaze to the SUV and saw Xing Qingfan's face through the window. A look of surprise immediately appeared on his face. "Is it you, Xing?"

"Hey, wait a minute." James, who had been silent in the passenger seat, finally reacted. "So you two know each other? Is that how you determined that?"

"Hmm, what else?" Xing Qingwu smiled complacently, grabbed the banknotes beside him, and casually shook them. "Do you think I'm some kind of detective?"

"It's me. It's been a few years since we last met." Xing Qingfeng's gaze fell on Miguel again, and his tone was relaxed. "How are things? Do you need any help?"

Miguel walked to the old man who was knocked away, half squatted down to check his injuries, and gently pressed his fingers on the old man's ribs.

"Damn it, Xing!" Miguel cursed under his breath as he checked, "How the hell did you do that—"

"—At that speed, the old man only broke a few bones. Doesn't even seem to have any serious internal bleeding?"

"Look," Xing Qingfeng leaned back in the car seat and raised an eyebrow at James. "I told you before, I have a lot of experience in hitting people."

"I'll go check on Daniel later." Miguel lifted the old man up. His body drooped like a dead fish, and he groaned in pain. Miguel calmly snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists and dragged him to Xing Qingjiu's car. He glanced in the distance behind the fishing tackle shop, where gunfire could be heard sporadically. "Can I borrow your car when the time comes?"

"Hmm..." Xing Qingyu shook his head slightly, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes looking into the distance through the windshield, "I may not be able to take you to the police station, but I can give you a ride for a while."

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After looking at the original plot, I originally planned to end this interlude in five chapters, but I always felt that it was too flat after reading the outline, so I added a single-chapter branch line, and then planned to intersperse two small single-chapter branch lines, adding some ups and downs while using this method to describe the protagonist's previous experiences in North America. However, the overall pace will not be too slow, so you can rest assured.