Volume One, Chapter 13: A Plea for Help from the Police Station

The Seven Kill Formation is easy to break, as long as you find the mastermind behind it. Jiang Chen rushed to the rooftop, where only a girl teetered dangerously close to the edge; no one else was in sight. He approached the girl and pulled her back. Her previously clouded gaze gradually cleared.

“Ah!” the girl cried in fright, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

Jiang Chen steadied her and asked, “Are you alright? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

The girl looked up, her body weak. “I’m... I’m fine.”

“Can you tell me what you just went through? Did someone urge you to commit suicide?” Jiang Chen asked.

A puzzled look filled the girl’s eyes. She replied, “Suicide? What suicide? Why would I want to kill myself?”

Jiang Chen was taken aback, clearly surprised by her answer.

“Don’t move—police!” Suddenly, several officers appeared at the doorway, and Su Yike squeezed through the group.

“Are you alright... Wait, both of you are fine?” Su Yike leaned on her knee, panting.

The two across from her shook their heads in unison.

Wu Wei arrived at the rooftop just then. “You actually guessed it right.”

His words were clearly directed at Su Yike; after all, they had strongly opposed her earlier.

Su Yike beamed, “It was the Taoist who calculated it. Now do you believe me?”

Liu Chongming, eager to ingratiate himself but still confused, felt a surge of displeasure upon hearing Su Yike praise Jiang Chen so highly.

“Heh, just a trickster. So what if he guessed right once? In the end, it’s still up to us to save people,” Liu Chongming said with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Jiang Chen glanced lightly at them. “The person’s been saved, but things are complicated. You can question her yourself.”

It was impossible to conduct an inquiry here; too many people, too much confusion, and unrelated bystanders. To cooperate, Jiang Chen accompanied them to the police station. This time, everyone’s attitude was markedly better; Wu Wei even invited him to ride in the same car.

In the car, Wu Wei asked, “Taoist, did you really predict this?”

Jiang Chen casually pinched his fingers and replied, “You’ve had bad luck lately, haven’t you? Always running into trouble.”

Wu Wei broke out in a cold sweat and quickly grabbed Jiang Chen’s hand. “Taoist, I believe you. Please, no more predictions.”

Everyone has their secrets, and Wu Wei was no exception. If Jiang Chen started revealing more, Wu Wei wouldn’t be able to stand it.

At the station, Su Yike stayed by Jiang Chen’s side. She was twenty-one, had graduated from university with excellent grades, and was assigned to Qingcheng as a detective. In terms of age, Su Yike only saw Jiang Chen as a younger brother with extraordinary skills, so she stayed with him to keep him from getting bored.

“When can I leave? I still have work today,” Jiang Chen wondered. It was supposed to be his second day at work, and he’d wanted to make a good impression on Old Zhao. But now, with this incident, his attendance award was lost.

He’d checked yesterday: the attendance bonus was two hundred yuan, enough for plenty of roast chicken.

Su Yike rested her chin in her hand, her beautiful eyes swirling. “Wait a bit longer. Your family has been notified.”

“Family? What family? My family isn’t here,” Jiang Chen scratched his head.

Su Yike replied, “No family? That’s impossible. Your family said they’d be here soon and told you not to worry.”

Jiang Chen’s family now only consisted of his seven masters and senior sisters. He couldn’t reach Seventh Sister, and he had no other relatives in Qingcheng.

After a while, the station fell silent as everyone looked toward the entrance.

Su Yike glanced up, and a sense of competitiveness rose in her heart.

Ning Rou entered, wearing a white knitted cardigan, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, a black skirt below. An intangible aura surrounded her, difficult to grasp.

Jiang Chen froze when he saw Ning Rou. “Damn, no one said this family member would be her.”

His identity, apart from his ID card, was all encrypted at the highest level. So if they checked for family, they’d find Ning Rou, the woman he’d married.

Jiang Chen covered his forehead, feeling deeply vexed. If he’d known she was coming, he’d have run off instead—no one could catch him anyway.

Ning Rou glanced at Jiang Chen and the woman beside him, and the kindness in her expression vanished.

“Let’s go. Come home with me,” Ning Rou said stiffly.

Jiang Chen had just stood up when Su Yike asked, “Who are you? Please state your identity; otherwise, you can’t take him with you.”

Ning Rou scrutinized the young policewoman before her, frowning. “He hasn’t told you about our relationship?”

Su Yike replied, “What relationship?”

Jiang Chen was about to smooth things over, but a look from Ning Rou made him sit back down.

“He’s… my boyfriend. Is that reason enough?” Ning Rou bit her lip. For some reason, as she spoke those words, there was no resentment—only a hint of pride.

Su Yike looked at the young Jiang Chen and the elegant woman dressed like a senior executive, her mind filled with questions.

“Officer, can I take him now?” Ning Rou’s impatience showed. She had many things to deal with today; every minute wasted here cost millions.

Wu Wei emerged from the interview room and waved his hand. Su Yike could only nod lightly.

Without another word, Ning Rou turned and left. Jiang Chen tactfully followed. Even if they didn’t get along, they had registered their marriage—impulsive as it was, the certificate was real. They were still husband and wife. With this in mind, Jiang Chen didn’t feel ashamed. Respecting his wife was a sign of respect.

Ning Rou had arrived in a business vehicle. But as Jiang Chen stepped outside, Ning Rou floored the accelerator and drove off without waiting.

“Really now? I am your husband, after all,” Jiang Chen muttered, frustration boiling inside him. Not only had he lost his attendance bonus, he hadn’t caught the culprit, and now his wife had left him in the dust—he had nowhere to vent.

For a while, Jiang Chen could only swallow his annoyance. By the time he reached the company, it was nearly noon.

Back at the station, Wu Wei held up the interview notes. “The girl said she only remembers a man—tall and thin—who snapped his fingers, and then she lost consciousness. When she came to, she was already on the rooftop.”

“She fainted just from a finger snap? That can’t be.”

“Yeah, it’s too fantastic. That’s even more impressive than the little Taoist.”

“But if that’s the case, the trail has gone cold again.”

While everyone was at a loss, Su Yike spoke up, “Maybe we should ask the little Taoist for help. Besides him, there’s no other way.”