The four of them returned to the Peace Agency.
It was only then that Hong Ying and Zhao Kongcheng, who had been chatting all the way, realized with a start that there was still someone behind them.
Luciel had been kept at gunpoint by Leng Xuan the entire time, huddled quietly and harmlessly on the back seat, with absolutely no presence whatsoever.
“Kid, get out.” It was Hong Ying who accompanied Luciel after he got out of the car.
After all, no matter how dangerous the mysterious world might be, people nowadays lived in an era of peace, and Leng Xuan, with his gun, needed to keep a low profile.
Zhao Kongcheng stood to the rear left, while Leng Xuan quickly ducked behind the counter of the Peace Agency, and Hong Ying stood by his side.
Luciel finally saw the base of the Cangnan City 136 Squad with his own eyes, outside of the novel.
This base was truly…
hidden in plain sight.
After getting out of the car, a dazzling array of small storefronts came into view.
Hanging on one of the most unassuming storefronts was an old, bright red sign: Peace Agency.
Like the other shops along Peace Bridge, it wasn’t large, only about two hundred square meters—just a little bigger than a Lanzhou Lamian noodle shop next to an ordinary school.
Saying it was unassuming wasn’t just because the name was too generic; the most important reason was that the shops on either side were too conspicuous.
On the left was a wedding planning company decorated in an extremely festive, bright red and purple style, called “Peace Wedding Planning.” On the right was a full-service funeral home draped in white satin and filled with wreaths, called “Peace Funeral Services.” On the left, a wedding celebration, all smiles; on the right, a funeral, mourning as if parents had died.
Nestled between these two extremes, the Peace Agency was like an invisible shop, completely unable to attract anyone’s attention.
“What kind of strange, all-in-one chain service is this?
Marriage, infidelity, and mourning the death of a marriage?” Luciel had to admit that he was a third-rate Spectator.
Once the urge to roast something arose, he couldn’t even maintain his basic Spectator state.
After a brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but ask Hong Ying, who was beside him.
Hong Ying’s mouth twitched.
She had been curious about this when she first joined the 136 Squad.
She remembered how the Captain had answered her back then.
“You’re overthinking it.
We bought all three shops to keep up appearances.” Luciel scratched his head.
Alright, one doubt in his mind was cleared up.
He had wondered how it could be legal for the authorities to just dig tunnels under someone else’s property; it turned out they were developing land they had bought themselves.
That was fine, then.
At this moment, Leng Xuan stepped forward and said solemnly, “We can talk later.
The Captain and the others are already waiting.
Once they’ve finished questioning you, you’ll know everything you need to know.” Luciel nodded and followed them into the agency.
Without lingering in the lobby, Leng Xuan closed the front door and hung up a “Closed” sign.
Hong Ying and Zhao Kongcheng led him directly to the underground base.
A bright, spacious hall came into view.
Incredibly, despite being underground and never seeing sunlight, there was no sense of cold or dampness.
Excluding himself, there were seven people in total.
This must be the entire 136 Squad.
The seven people were all staring at Luciel.
No one spoke, and Luciel didn’t know what to say, so he could only re-enter his Spectator state.
He could guess who these people were, but according to the original plot, Zhao Kongcheng would be killed in a month.
With the thought that every look might be one less, Luciel observed the sword-wielding uncle who had brought him here more carefully.
He was about 40 years old.
His right index and middle fingers rubbed against each other from time to time, suggesting a smoking habit.
His fingers curled unconsciously, suggesting he had long held some kind of tool.
He looked serious, but was actually the friendliest toward him.
They had no prior interaction, so it was likely he felt a certain protective instinct toward his status as a minor.
He was a kind person.
Zhao Kongcheng, who had been under Luciel’s observation, felt uncomfortable.
Zhao Kongcheng was puzzled: why did this kid keep staring at him?
But once he thought about where he had picked this kid up from, everything made sense.
Coming out of a mental hospital, it was understandable he might do things that weren’t exactly normal.
Seeing the situation become awkward, the middle-aged man in black, with a cold expression, who was closest to Luciel, spoke up.
“Let’s be more frank.
I am Captain Chen Muye of the Nightwatcher 136 Squad stationed in Cangnan City.
You must have felt that you are different, right?” “Different?
Captain Chen Muye, I hope I can call you that.
I haven’t demonstrated any power beyond that of a mortal; I am simply more interested in observing people’s actions.
In the eyes of ordinary people, my behavior might just be considered weird.
If that’s the kind of ‘difference’ you mean, then perhaps I do qualify.” Luciel said this in a gentle, calm tone after briefly formulating his Spectator persona.
“It seems he is at least not completely ignorant of the mysterious.” A bespectacled, bearded middle-aged uncle sitting to the side, who had been listening to their conversation, said this as he took over from Captain Chen Muye and walked up to Luciel.
“Hello, I am Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan of the Nightwatcher 136 Squad stationed in Cangnan City.
Do you know when your Forbidden Domain, or in other words, your superpower, first appeared?” “Hello, Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan.
I hope you will take my answer seriously.
I repeat: I do not have the ability to conjure fireballs with my hands or punch with the force of a hundred pounds.
I am just an ordinary person who likes to observe others.” Luciel reiterated his thoughts, but unfortunately, the effect was not very obvious.
Captain Chen Muye and Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan frowned.
In truth, they were only suspicious, but the potential destruction that Forbidden Domain could cause was far too uncertain.
That was why they had brought him here directly.
If he wasn’t one, they would have to use Dream Whispers to wipe his memory.
However, since he was already here, they would ask more carefully.
“Are you aware that you have a mental illness?” Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan asked.
“I simply coexist with multiple selves.
Of course, it is understandable that normal people would consider this an illness.” Luciel seemed to have given an answer, but guys who appeared this calm were particularly difficult to deal with because, in their consciousness, this was a normal phenomenon with no issues; it was the normal people who often made a fuss.
“…Can you let the version of yourself with superpowers come and talk to us?” Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan decided to try a different approach.
Since he claimed to share one body with multiple selves, he would see if he could get him to switch to a personality that knew about his Forbidden Domain.
(This is purely a flight of fancy with no scientific basis.
If someone around you really has a mental illness, be sure to contact a hospital promptly.
Do not exacerbate the patient’s condition with guesswork.) “Of course.
It seems your target is people with special abilities.
However, I hope you won’t make things difficult for this poor, helpless ordinary person afterward.” Luciel readily accepted.
After all, if he were truly a completely ordinary mentally ill patient, heaven knows how long it would take to digest a potion while pretending to be one in front of normal people.
Before Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan could say anything, Luciel’s eyes closed.
The next second, the expression on Luciel’s face changed significantly.
The face that had previously been indifferent and peaceful was now replaced by playfulness and mockery.
Those jewel-like eyes were filled with mirth, but the smile was not beautiful; instead, it was cold and mocking, as if laughing at those who had gone astray and could no longer turn back.
The slightly upturned, curved corners of his lips added endless, seductive charm to a face that was already perfect, while also making one feel that behind this beauty lay a spider weaving a web, waiting for its prey.
At the same time, Luciel’s posture, which had previously seemed somewhat stiff, rigid, and meticulous, also seemed to relax gradually with the change in mood, no longer giving off a feeling of tension.
However, even more striking was the powerful aura emanating from Luciel at this moment, which was completely different from before.
This aura did not come from external actions or behavior, but was a subtle atmosphere that could not be accurately described in words—containing both a sense of wanton unruliness and a hint of self-abandonment and indulgence.
Although he had not taken any real action or left any obvious signs, for some reason, people would involuntarily imagine him as someone who was going astray and sinking deeper and deeper.
“I heard from Justice that you were looking for me.” Luciel’s voice was now completely different from before.
A moment ago, he had been like an Author quietly telling his own story, but now his voice carried a temptation that could seduce those with weak wills onto a path of no return.
The Sequence 8 Unwinged Angel could already acquire some Devil spells, either from the potion or bestowed upon by high-ranking Devils.
Having mastered the Tenebrous World, Luciel had chosen to pack a trial version of all Devil spells.
After all, the Sequence 8 spells were indeed trial versions compared to the original.
Opening his mouth now, it was a degraded version of the Devil spell, Desire Manipulation, using sound to stir up people’s desires and using desires to induce their fall.
If it were ordinary people who hadn’t undergone training, this single sentence would be enough to make them do things they wouldn’t dare to do normally.
But as Nightwatchers who had participated in militarized training, except for Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan and Si Xiaonan, even Zhao Kongcheng, who was an ordinary person, wasn’t overly affected; he only fell into a trance for a very short time before picking up his weapon.
“Why point your weapons at me?
Isn’t this what you wanted to see?” Luciel looked puzzled, as if he were genuinely curious about the reason they had picked up their weapons.
“Shut up!
Stand there and don’t move!” Before Luciel could make his next move, a blade was already held to his throat.
A cold feeling, like a summons from death, emanated from the blade.
Captain Chen Muye had already taken action the moment he realized something was wrong.
“Fine, fine.
Although you called me out just to bully the weak, helpless, and pitiful me, I certainly won’t blame you.” “I said, shut up!” Captain Chen Muye’s blade moved closer.
He had to admit that he was a bit panicked, because even he, a battle-hardened River Realm, had for a split second felt some improper thoughts arise in his heart.
Thoughts of his own death, yearning for his former titles and glory, and the desire to give up the mission he had always adhered to.
This ability was very dangerous.
The entire 136 Squad was on high alert.
Luciel shrugged helplessly, but didn’t continue to challenge Captain Chen Muye’s nerves; instead, he closed his eyes and sat back down on the chair.
When he opened his eyes again, they seemed very confused, until he saw the blade held to his throat.
“I admit that I have some improper possessiveness toward other people’s property, but I also hope you know that this bit of possessiveness doesn’t warrant my life as compensation.
Can you get this thing away from me?” Luciel’s face was full of sheepish smiles, like a petty thief who had been caught and still wanted to quibble.
“This ability is very dangerous.
I think we should send him to the Fasting Institute.” Vice-Captain Wu Xiaonan said with a vigilant face.
In that instant just now, his resentment toward the gods and his despair at his own powerlessness had almost overwhelmed his reason, and it was just the effect of a single sentence.
“Hey, hey, if one of my roommates did it, go find them.
What does it have to do with me?” Luciel protested timidly.
But unfortunately, no one was willing to listen to him.
It seemed he had overdone it.
But Sequence 9s were all spell muggles; only the Unwinged Angel could cast some Devil spells.
Was it really that scary to be frightened so badly by a little bit of Devil magic?
It seemed he had gone from one problem to a bigger one.
Should he borrow the high-level ability of the Marauder to steal their memories and thoughts?