Doing nothing wrong means having no fear of ghosts knocking at the door. Conversely, if one fears ghosts at the door, it must be because one has done something wicked.
Throughout the entire process, Wen Ze kept his head bowed with a delicate, fragile air and spoke in soft, whispered tones. Combined with the sequence of events, almost everyone had labeled him a victim, while Zhou Zichen was branded a scumbag and a perpetrator.
Only the lead police officer felt that something was slightly off.
When he had first received the emergency call and encountered this child in front of the apartment, he had seemed quite sharp-tongued and quick-witted. How did he become so frail and delicate in the blink of an eye?
However, the sequence of events was impeccable.
One only needed to check the surveillance footage to confirm: Shen Ruan had indeed arrived in a haughty and aggressive manner to cause trouble.
As for the toughness Wen Ze had displayed earlier, it was forcefully reinterpreted by everyone as resistance born of oppression.
That was just how thick the “filters” of perception could be.
Having understood the sequence of events, they had basically determined that Wen Ze was truly innocent at most, he was a bit two-faced.
But living in this society, who isn’t a little unhinged?
“Alright.” The lead officer closed his notepad and asked one final question: “Why was he constantly screaming that he didn’t harm you?”
The question was too sharp. Wen Ze’s emotions, which had stabilized under the consolation of the other policewomen, erupted instantly. Tears poured down his face like a broken string of pearls.
“Hey! Don’t cry!” The lead officer was a rough-hewn man who didn’t have daughters of his own; faced with this scene, he was completely at a loss.
“I… I’m sorry. It’s just that I, I… I’m sorry. I’ve caused you all trouble.”
Wen Ze frantically grabbed a tissue to wipe away his tears, but no matter how he wiped, they wouldn’t stop; instead, his eye rims only grew redder.
“Don’t be afraid, child. We aren’t forcing you to speak if you don’t want to.” The senior policewoman gently patted Wen Ze’s back, her maternal warmth making Wen Ze fleetingly catch a glimpse of his own mother.
This time, the tears he shed were genuinely real.
A child who hadn’t even officially reached adulthood, arriving alone in a strange world to say he felt no fear at all would be impossible; it was just that the current situation allowed for no fear.
The people from the original host’s past were all like bloodsuckers, watching him like tigers waiting for their prey. If Wen Ze relaxed for even a second, they would pounce and drain him dry.
He wept in the policewoman’s arms for a long time before he could barely stabilize his emotions, stuttering through the original host’s experiences to the police officers.
By this point, even the lead officer couldn’t sit still in his chair. Several male officers were clenching their fists, itching for a fight. If it weren’t for the fact that police officers shouldn’t beat people, Zhou Zichen would never have walked out of there in one piece today.
“Pah! Does he even count as a human being!”
The young policewomen were in their own formative stages of romance and harbored a fondness for the opposite sex, but having seen so many online cases and personal experiences, they felt a profound sense of empathy and couldn’t help but stomp their feet in rage.
When Wen Ze recounted, “I had drunk too much alcohol a few days ago and felt a splitting headache. Driven by instinct, I dialed the top-most number to ask him to help call an ambulance. But he hung up on me directly and… and cursed me for being ‘sick,’ saying we were already over and telling me not to resort to cheap tricks,” Zhou Zichen actually lunged straight at Wen Ze.
He screamed, “It wasn’t me! I really didn’t have time then… I didn’t kill you!”
His hands clamped precisely onto Wen Ze’s throat. With one burst of force, Wen Ze’s face flushed a deep crimson.
Zhou Zichen’s movements were so fast that the police hadn’t reacted in time, and it took a moment of chaotic scrambling to pull him off.
The moment Zhou Zichen let go, Wen Ze clutched his neck and began coughing violently.
One could see through his fingers that within a mere dozen seconds, deep fingerprints had appeared on Wen Ze’s fair neck, looking quite gruesome.
While this was certainly due to the tenderness of Wen Ze’s skin, it also showed how much force Zhou Zichen had applied he had truly intended to kill him.
Murder in a police station? This was unthinkable! Not even a lunatic would get a pass for that!
The officers were highly sensitive. According to Wen Ze’s earlier description, he had clearly been suffering from excessive alcohol consumption, and even he himself felt something was wrong; he was obviously suffering from alcohol poisoning or other symptoms.
How he had managed to survive through sheer luck was beyond the officers, but it was clear that Zhou Zichen had deliberately refused to help.
How much time would it take to dial emergency services?
Don’t tell them he couldn’t distinguish between a drunk person’s voice and a sober one; anyone could tell.
The officers’ faces changed.
Refusing to help when someone is dying counts as intentional homicide, and he had just attempted an assault right in front of them.
Twice!
Some of the more insightful officers thought deeper… if he hadn’t been scared out of his mind by his own hallucinations in the hallway today, but had instead entered the apartment if Wen Ze had argued over the spot what would have happened?
Just the thought of it made them break out in a cold sweat.
This time, even the psychological balance the lead officer had been struggling to maintain toppled over with a crash.
A beast like this, even if the kid had been acting and playing the victim a little, he deserved to!
This kind of animal should be “humanely destroyed”!
Undoubtedly, Zhou Zichen was detained. Wen Ze was sent home with the utmost care, and every officer looked at him with deep pity.
Before leaving, Wen Ze even begged them not to make a scene; he was fine, he was about to retire from the entertainment industry anyway, and Zhou Zichen still had a bright and brilliant future ahead of him.
His words left the officers in tears. While internally condemning the “love-addled brain,” they treated Zhou Zichen even more brutally.
The police car dropped Wen Ze off downstairs and left. Although Wen Ze’s eyes were still red-rimmed, his expression had already turned cold and mocking.
He opened the door. The online class had already finished, and in the pitch-black space, a few items gleamed with an eerie light, appearing particularly sinister.
Wen Ze didn’t turn on the lights, throwing himself onto the sofa and sighing comfortably.
Playing the “innocent little lotus” for a whole night—too exhausting.
Still, it was worth it.
Wen Ze looked at the recording interface on his phone and curled his lips into a smile.
He slept soundly until well into the morning.
He was stable on his end, but plenty of people were unsettled.
Zhou Zichen’s manager and company were already in an uproar, and Shen Ruan was in a panic, completely losing his head.
He knew what Zhou Zichen had gone to do today, but… this… had Wen Ze actually put Zhou Zichen behind bars?
Impossible.
Not to mention whether Wen Ze had that kind of capability, even if he did, how could he bear to be so ruthless to Zhou Zichen?
If this leaked out, regardless of whether the details were revealed, Zhou Zichen’s fame would definitely suffer.
Whether he could maintain such massive influence, such a good reputation, and such excellent resources after that…
That remained to be seen.
Facing his manager’s furious cursing, Shen Ruan suddenly remembered the executive who had been trying to curry favor with him at a wine party a few days ago.
That was someone even Zhou Zichen’s boss had to bow and scrape before…
Shen Ruan clenched his hands, his palms pinched into deep, bloody nail marks.
No… wait a little longer.
It didn’t necessarily have to come to degrading himself. As long as Wen Ze, the victim, was willing to sign a letter of forgiveness, Zhou Zichen would be fine.
Wen Ze would definitely forgive him, he definitely would!
Wen Ze slept until the sun was high in the sky, only barely waking when the sunlight finally pierced through the thick curtains.
Hell had no sun and was permanently shrouded in darkness. As a demon, Wen Ze naturally didn’t care for the sun.
It was just a pity that this body was human; without sunlight, he would become unhealthy. Otherwise, Wen Ze would have loved to seal off the apartment entirely.
Of course, he still held some curiosity.
After all, legend had it that the group of bird-men with eyes on their heads and wings lived on the sun. His demonic instincts made Wen Ze quite eager to pluck one down and take a look.
He unlocked his phone, and sure enough, a pile of missed calls had accumulated.
It seemed that turning on “Do Not Disturb” before going to sleep last night had been an extremely wise decision.
Wen Ze tossed the phone aside, still having no intention of calling back.
If one dares to commit sins, one must be prepared to bear the consequences. Why was there such a rush?
The bright red characters “Brother Liu” flickered on the screen again, but Wen Ze didn’t even look at them, heading straight to wash up.
Liu Ming Zhou Zichen’s manager was currently livid, pacing back and forth in a frenzy because the phone call couldn’t get through.
Zhou Zichen sat opposite him, looking vacant and dazed, like a fool.
The rotating shift of police officers already knew about what happened the night before and held nothing but contempt for this celebrity who acted one way to your face and another behind your back. As a result, even though they weren’t particularly busy, the station felt empty.
The air around the scumbag felt filthy.
Only after finishing breakfast and comfortably draining a cup of warm soy milk did Wen Ze finally answer the phone.
Before Liu Ming could even get a word in, Wen Ze began with a humble apology: “Brother Liu, I’m so sorry. I slept a bit late last night and just woke up. I didn’t see your calls—I hope I haven’t messed anything up?”
Liu Ming’s phone was on speakerphone. Wen Ze’s humble, fawning voice carried clearly through the speaker, adding yet another layer of disdain to the police officers’ expressions.
Zhou Zichen, however, looked as if he had been struck by a stimulus, suddenly snapping his head up, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Liu Ming’s phone.
Or rather, through the phone, staring at someone else.
Several young police officers secretly tensed their bodies, ready to prevent him from lunging out to hurt someone.
But in reality, that didn’t happen.
Zhou Zichen had already regained his senses.
He didn’t understand why he had seen those horrific visions the night before, but he never doubted Wen Ze for a second.
Because Wen Ze’s performance was exactly the same as it was on any other day.
But as a solipsist, he knew perfectly well that pretending to be insane was his best course of action right now.
What could you possibly demand of a person who had lost their mind?
People like them actors constantly stepping into different roles inevitably developed strange reactions if they delved too deeply, the so-called “getting too deep into the role.”
He could easily claim he had recently taken on a similar script, which led to an unstable mental state, hence the irrational behavior.
Yet, upon hearing Wen Ze’s voice, Zhou Zichen still couldn’t mask the hatred in his heart.
Even if this wasn’t Wen Ze’s doing, it was definitely related to someone around Wen Ze.
Wen Ze loved him so much; he would definitely sign the forgiveness letter.
The moment he got out of here…
The moment he got out, he would definitely find whoever had dared to play him for a fool and make them kneel at his feet, begging for death but finding no release!
Zhou Zichen’s features twisted. His once-handsome face was now completely hideous, causing everyone who saw him to frown and instinctively back away in secret.
The lead officer silently noted in his mind: Large emotional fluctuations, dark psychological state, selfish personality, prone to violence.
Potential criminal, requires special attention.