The Police Department team quickly arrived to handle the scene.
The wailing sirens of the police cars stirred the emotions of the nearby residents—something major must have happened.
On the street near the Hospital, a car was parked.
Inside the vehicle, a superpowered individual codenamed “Jijiao” noticed the arrival of the police cars and revealed a smug smile.
He made a call to his informant:
“The Popsicle has completed the task. The police are here to collect the body. The operation was pretty smooth—less than half an hour in the Hospital, and it’s already done. Fast!”
The Popsicle was the psychotic superpowered individual just admitted to the Hospital, but his condition was actually faked.
Many low-tier D and E-rank superpowered individuals, whose strength isn’t enough to join large superpower organizations and who struggle to monetize their abilities, would seek out tasks from the Underground Gang.
These tasks involved feigning mental illness and then “accidentally” killing someone.
Not only did these missions pay handsomely, but the punishment was minimal.
Superpowered individual + accident without intent + mental illness out of control + victim was an ordinary person.
With all the sentence reduction Buffs stacked, they’d be out in just a few months.
Inside the Hospital, after the police officers arrived at the scene, they were all stunned.
They had received a report from the Hospital saying “a superpowered individual went out of control and someone died.” They initially assumed a bystander had been affected, but it turned out the deceased was the superpowered individual who lost control?
The police preserved the murder weapon at the scene and reviewed the surveillance footage, witnessing the entire incident. They were even more dumbfounded.
An Investigator came over to report:
“No other superpowered aura was detected at the scene. We can’t determine who controlled those surgical scalpels.”
This time, they were somewhat lucky—the victim was the assailant, so no innocent bystanders were harmed. Yet, the manner of death exceeded any known intelligence.
Moreover, there were no other superpowered individuals present in the Hospital at the time.
“Could it have been suicide?”
“That’s a more ridiculous conclusion than the incident itself!”
“Look closely at the surveillance footage. Besides the surgical scalpels, there’s also an ice spike that penetrated the victim’s body.”
The ice spike was condensed from the victim’s own ability.
If someone else had contested control over the ice spike, the aura at the scene would be impossible to hide, and certainly wouldn’t disappear quickly.
Suicide was the only plausible explanation.
But then how to explain the surgical scalpels? That wasn’t the victim’s ability.
The police had no leads and could only follow procedures by questioning everyone on the involved floor.
When it was Chu Yin’s turn, he appeared anxious and uneasy, his expression nervous.
In truth, Chu Yin’s acting was mediocre, but by forcing himself to imagine “Aunt Wen recalling the bridal chamber from a dream,” his unease became genuinely convincing.
“Officer, why did that superpowered individual suddenly go on a rampage? And how did he die? Are there undercover police inside the Hospital protecting us?”
The officers gave wry smiles. They could only offer a few comforting words, then brushed off Chu Yin’s questions.
One officer, recalling Chu Yin’s behavior in the surveillance footage, asked:
“Student, how did you think to hold your guardian and dodge like that? The ice spike hadn’t appeared when you dodged, right?”
Chu Yin explained:
“As soon as he got off the elevator, he glared at me. A mentally ill superpowered individual staring at you with a malicious glare, his eyes getting weirder and weirder. If you don’t dodge quickly, what else are you supposed to do—just glare back?”
The officer reviewed the footage again and confirmed it was true—the patient stared at Chu Yin right after leaving the elevator.
Chu Yin quietly observed the officers’ reactions, thinking:
“They don’t seem to have any suspicion of me. My ability didn’t leave any superpowered aura at the scene?”
After killing that psychotic individual, Chu Yin had been worried. He didn’t want to reveal his ability so early.
Given a chance to do it over, he’d fake it better—directly manipulate the ice spike to make the psychotic “commit suicide,” and avoid touching those surgical scalpels altogether.
Unexpectedly, the [Cloud Water · Flying Sword Technique] he cultivated from dreams didn’t leave any aura, which was reassuring news.
“Why attack me? I’ve already sold off all my shares in T Company. What’s left about me that’s worth targeting?”
Thinking about the attack—how it nearly endangered Aunt Wen—made Chu Yin’s mood heavy, sparking an unnamed fire deep in his heart.
His earlier worries were proving true: without power to rely on, once superpowers started affecting his life, he’d have to helplessly watch.
“Let’s see if I can get my fever down by tomorrow. I need to divine the culprit—I can’t let anyone else mess with my life!”
……
By ten o’clock at night, the officers gradually withdrew, though two remained on duty at the Hospital.
The Hospital returned to normal operations, as if the attack had never happened. Even the inpatients acted as though nothing had occurred; no one paid it any mind.
After all, paying attention wouldn’t help. Being attacked by a superpowered individual meant nothing but bad luck.
When Chu Yin returned to his ward, Aunt Wen and her daughter were already tucked in bed, silent.
After narrowly escaping such a dangerous situation, calming down enough to sleep was already difficult—there was no mood for late-night conversation.
When Wen Chunhan saw Chu Yin enter, she lifted the blanket and looked at him with gentle eyes, urging him over.
“You still have a mild fever. Just rest well. We’ll talk more tomorrow~” the beautiful woman said softly.
Chu Yin responded with a silent smile and quietly slipped into bed.
The bed was warm, filled with their mother and daughter’s body heat and subtle fragrance.
The moment Chu Yin closed his eyes, the scene of the earlier attack replayed in his mind. Even Aunt Wen was panic-stricken, but her instinct was to shield him—checking if he was hurt, soothing his nerves…
Chu Yin truly didn’t know how to repay her. Gratitude and guilt tangled inside him.
While he was lost in thought, the beautiful woman’s voice whispered softly in his ear:
“Can’t sleep? Aunt Wen sees your eyes are closed, but your eyebrows keep furrowing… Are you thinking about when you were a child?”
Wen Chunhan was obviously referring to the “accident” involving Chu Yin’s parents. She worried that today’s incident might trigger painful memories.
“No, Aunt Wen, don’t just worry about me. I’m not a child anymore.”
“In front of Aunt Wen, you can always be a child~” The beautiful woman smiled faintly, then hugged him tightly, as if afraid to lose him.
Chu Yin could only helplessly let her hold him. Since childhood, she had always treated him like a child—it was something he was used to.
As long as Aunt Wen was happy, he could accept it.
Suddenly Wen Chunhan added:
“But when you held me to dodge today, you really acted like a man. Did you even use your body to shield Aunt Wen? You didn’t get hurt, right?”
“No, Aunt Wen, you checked me several times. Not even a bruise!”
“Right… When you held Aunt Wen just now, it gave me a familiar feeling. Have you been through something like this before?”
The curvaceous beauty with flowing black hair wore a puzzled expression, trying hard to recall the source of that sense of déjà vu.
But each attempt at memory was shrouded in a fog.
Chu Yin paused, sensing trouble. Could Aunt Wen be referring to events from his dreams?
Back when Zhang Wei brought troublemakers back, the elders of Tianxing City tried to target Madam Chunhan, teaming up with Senior Brother Jin Liang, but Chu Yin protected Madam Chunhan and even counterattacked.
The “similar incident” Aunt Wen mentioned could only be that one.
This didn’t look good. Could Aunt Wen really be gradually triggering memories from daily events… one by one…?