“So, you only saw a madman driving a heavy truck desperate to ram into you?”
Two hours later, Han Su, Xu Ji, and all the wealthy young men and beautiful girls who attended Young Master Zhang’s birthday party were brought into the Public Security Bureau for questioning.
The incident had become a major scandal, for aside from Zhang He of the Zhang family and a somewhat well‑known leg model who had succumbed to severe injuries from the crash, even Xu Ji’s child had nearly perished in this bizarre attack.
Due to the seriousness of the situation, even the officers escorting them displayed rare sternness, repeatedly interrogating them for details of the process.
When questioned by the officers, Han Su calmly answered, “To be precise, I only saw one vehicle; I didn’t see the driver.”
They had asked many times, and Han Su’s reply had always remained the same.
But the crew‑cut officer across the table grew visibly impatient, staring coldly at him: “No driver, then how did the vehicle hit you?”
Han Su met his glare without responding.
He had ample experience being interrogated in the security office—every timeline he lived added memories of being locked in for questioning, far more than an ordinary person would accumulate in a lifetime.
No matter how strange this incident sounded, he hadn’t caused it—he had even saved lives—and since it involved a wealthy scion like Xu Ji, he expected they would treat him better.
So why was this officer being so confrontational?
Seeing that Han Su wouldn’t cooperate, the crew‑cut officer’s tone darkened as he stared coldly: “Besides, we’ve already thoroughly inspected that entire area.”
“We found no signs of any heavy truck going up or down the mountain, nor of any collision marks.”
“The deceased, Zhang He and Qiao Meng, from the crash patterns likely didn’t turn in time and hit the cliffside rocks.”
“The sports car you and Xu Ji were in also seemed to have braked too late and plunged off the cliff—but you were lucky to escape death.”
“There is no murderous heavy truck!”
Having personally verified the existence of supernatural phenomena beyond ordinary understanding in real life, Han Su now felt unusually grounded, and he treated everyone much more kindly.
Faced with the aggressive officer, he just gave a helpless smile, then earnestly looked into the officer’s eyes and said, “Officer, it’s useless to intimidate me here. Xu Ji has been with me the whole time and experienced all of this.”
“Even if I tailor the record to something you can understand, he wouldn’t alter it.”
The officer hesitated, then squinted and turned to look at his colleague sitting beside him—someone who had been silently reviewing notes.
That colleague slowly put down the papers. Han Su noticed his name on them, and then heard the man lower his voice and smile: “Nobody dares detain Xu Ji, the Xu family’s eldest son—but you, that’s another story.”
Han Su’s expression flickered and he looked up at him.
From the insignia on their shoulders, both officers were the lowest‑ranked detectives. The speaking one, in his thirties, wore amber‑tinted sunglasses.
At that moment, he looked at Han Su with a half‑smile, and his eyes clearly held deeper meaning.
Han Su’s mind suddenly clarified. He paused briefly, then spoke calmly, “I’m only a witness to this incident—barely even a party to it. You have no grounds to detain me.”
The officer in sunglasses leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs atop the desk, still smiling slowly:
“Because your experience is so bizarre and someone died, I need you all to stay and cooperate with the investigation. Of the two who experienced it, Xu Ji at least sustained some abrasions, so we had to send him off for medical treatment.”
“Given that, having you stay here to cooperate—drug test, recall certain details to supplement the record—is perfectly reasonable.”
“At minimum, you’ll be held for twenty‑four hours.”
“Of course, we’ll go notify Xu Ji—explain that keeping you here is just for normal cooperation, and let them leave first. They’ll pick you up in twenty‑four hours.”
Han Su took a deep breath, realizing that this situation had taken an unexpected turn, and he straightened his back.
His gaze swept over the two officers, and he directly asked, “Did you also receive a reward from Black Table?”
The crew‑cut officer, hearing this, flushed and nearly slammed his hand on the table.
But the long-haired officer wearing amber-tinted glasses waved his hand to stop him, signaling that there was no need to cause a scene, then quietly looked into Han Su’s eyes and said:
“I know the dark web you're talking about, it's full of shady people taking commissions, doing things for others, stalking, secretly filming, even hiring killers—We're from the Public Security Bureau, we take commissions from the Administrative Office, so of course we don't take those kinds of jobs.”
His voice suddenly lowered as he continued, “Do you know how high the bounty is on that case?”
“So high that both sides of the law are drooling over it.”
“It’s clearly just one bounty, but it's already been broken down into many detailed tasks. So even if we don’t take the bounty, just getting a sliver of useful info from your mouth is worth a lot.”
By this point, the message was already crystal clear.
Those victims’ families certainly wouldn't let him go, or rather, they simply couldn’t let go of that case—but since there was a bounty now, there were others who wouldn’t let him go either.
He had been cautious, had already avoided many troubles, even meeting Young Master Zhang was to steer clear of these issues.
Yet unexpectedly, even entering the Security Hall gave someone an opening.
And the officer wearing amber-tinted glasses took one look at his expression and already had a grasp on the situation.
He signaled to the crew-cut officer beside him, and the irritable crew-cut officer immediately stood up excitedly, grabbed a bamboo pole leaning in the corner, and pushed the camera in another direction.
The man with the amber-tinted glasses then took out a box from the cabinet at his feet, which contained several strange items.
There was a thick book that looked abused, with signs of impact in the center of the title page.
Then a hammer, an oddly shaped nail clipper, a box of tissues, half a bottle of milk tea from who-knows-when, and even a lock of hair wrapped in plastic.
He poured the milk tea into a paper cup, then slowly cut the hair into tiny pieces and dropped them into the cup while watching Han Su from across the table with a half-smiling, half-menacing look. “Little student, you still have time to think it over properly…”
This guy was as sinister as a venomous snake—his voice wasn’t loud or soft, but it made the person sitting across the table feel completely ill at ease.
Judging by how fluently he said all that, he had clearly done things many times before.
Han Su didn’t respond, only showed a look of mild annoyance, and vaguely, his heart skipped a beat:
His right eye seemed able to melt that Phantom Truck, so then…
…what about a living person?
That bizarre, wonderful sensation of spiritual power seeping into the real world through the gap in his right eye—that feeling as though he could change the things before him with just his mind.
Could that be used as some kind of “ability”?
More crucially, if he returned to the Ancient Castle, would this ability still be with him? Could it be used against those monsters?
Ever since he had seen that Phantom Truck, this idea had lingered in his heart—the irresistible urge to try had long become unbearable. So strong that even these two men in front of him seemed almost… endearing…
Seeing Han Su remain silent, the two officers exchanged a glance.
The crew-cut officer immediately peeked outside, quietly shut the door tight, and pulled over a chair to brace it against the handle.
The officer with the amber-tinted glasses then poured a bag of expired milk into the paper cup full of hair trimmings, slowly lifted it, and began to shake it.
The crew-cut junior officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind and began slowly approaching Han Su.
But just then, a loud voice suddenly sounded from outside: “Everyone, we’re taking over this area temporarily. Please leave all transcripts, recordings, and evidence here, and wait outside.”
“Immediately! Right now!”