Chapter 56: Mental Evaluation

Wu Xian had the Flying Blade Spell.

If he wished, he could kill all four agents, including Jin Mo.

But who could guarantee it?

What if, after avenging Xu Ming’s four family members, this blessed land ended?

This blessed land seemed gentle, but its core oozed strangeness; Wu Xian preferred to delay avenging Xu Ming’s family rather than openly defy the land’s order.

Wu Xian soothed them for a long while.

The four malevolent spirits’ forms once again vanished into Wu Xian’s body.

Wu Xian exhaled in relief and squeezed into the vehicle; now ten people crowded inside, moving slower than before.

The Chief Investigator said the criminal kept babbling that he killed only malevolent monsters, requiring a mental evaluation—and according to Bureau rules, this procedure must be initiated by the investigator who captured the criminal.

He spent the entire night.

Thus Wu Xian chose to act while the criminal was being transported to prison.

On the journey, He Ya, Xu Xiaoyan, and the other three ghosts all crowded beside the criminal, their gazes filled with venomous hatred; if looks could kill, the criminal would have died dozens of times over.

Even if the criminal’s fate after prison was death, Wu Xian couldn’t wait that long; moreover, even if the criminal were executed a hundred times, it wouldn’t be Wu Xian’s own hand that delivered the vengeance.

The natives of this blessed land were, in truth, no different from people in the real world—all living beings; even Wu Xian himself might merely be a native of this land, equal in humanity to these others; killing here, aside from not violating real-world laws, was no different in nature from killing in the real world.

Wu Xian once again accompanied the four burly agents to return the suspect to the Bureau.

Prison personnel would arrive in a few hours to transport the criminal to a special facility, detain him for a period, then send him to trial for sentencing and eventual execution.

…

Wu Xian tentatively said: “The murderer is just a madman; this case likely has nothing to do with his family. Could we spare them? I could burn down his house, or… relocate them…”

He immediately knelt.

This was the only opportunity Wu Xian had had to be alone with the criminal since last night; now he could finally ask him some questions.

Wu Xian arrived gloomily at the entrance of Xianwei City’s Psychiatric Hospital.

Early the next morning.

“What do you want to discuss?”

The words Wu Xian had ready died in his throat.

He was called over by the Chief Investigator.

After solving a major case, Wu Xian was granted a period of leave.

Of course, the most important reason was.

Wu Xian’s attitude had changed.

“But, before that…”

They weren’t unwilling to take revenge themselves—they simply couldn’t interfere with anything else at this stage, except through Wu Xian.

Xu Ming’s family of malevolent spirits, besides demanding the murderer’s death, also demanded Wu Xian slaughter the murderer’s entire family.

He wasn’t the real Dr. Xu.

He always felt that this scene…

He felt no deep hatred toward the four criminals; he didn’t wish to exterminate the doctor’s entire family.

Wu Xian followed the transport vehicle, lowered the rearview mirror inside, hesitated a moment, then spoke.

He had been dragged to numerous public events for commendation and rewards, even attended a press conference, where the Bureau held him up as a model and made him a hero of Xianwei City.

This was Wu Xian’s best opportunity.

But if these four malevolent spirits truly insisted and refused to revoke the curse, Wu Xian would have no choice but to go through with it—no principle or hesitation mattered more than his own life.

He Ya, sitting in the front passenger seat, staring hungrily ahead, suddenly stiffened her expression, turned to Wu Xian, and the two old men’s faces turned fiercely hostile; only Xu Xiaoyan’s expression remained relatively normal.

The diagnosis ended quickly.

If this were Wu Xian’s first blessed land, he would have acted without hesitation.

“Of course, I was just saying that—how could I not avenge my family? I…”

Dr. Wei paid it little mind; he organized the case file: “Then let’s begin.”

His official credentials warned him not to act beyond an investigator’s bounds, not to reveal excessive information about the criminal to the doctor.

He waited a short while.

It felt as though this had happened somewhere before!

Moments later he laughed, thinking himself overly paranoid.

The two waited in the interrogation room.

But how could Wu Xian take leave?

The old Chief Investigator had specifically instructed that the doctor needed to know nothing else—he only needed to sign the report stating the criminal had no mental illness.

Wu Xian saw the transport vehicle drive out.

The transport vehicles in this world were far more lax than those in the real world—not fully enclosed, with glass panels on all sides; precisely because of this, Wu Xian confirmed the criminal was inside.

He couldn’t allow the criminal to enter prison; once the criminal was locked in such a place, it would be far harder for Wu Xian to kill him.

“When we reach a deserted stretch of road, I’ll find a way to stop the transport vehicle and kill the murderer myself—that will count as avenging you.”

But since seeing that old woman appear in the real world at Fuli Academy.

After completing the evaluation.

Wu Xian greeted first: “I’m surnamed Xu, Investigator. What shall I call you, Doctor?”

“I won’t need long—I’ll avenge you.”

Just as he was about to speak, a doctor appeared at the interrogation room door, hesitating timidly several times before finally gathering courage to step inside.

Thus Wu Xian returned to the familiar psychiatric hospital.

Wu Xian felt a quiet unease about slaughtering an entire family; his instinct told him that if he truly followed the four’s demand, he might be stepping into some trap.

The doctor seemed unprofessional—he asked only a few simple questions before declaring Jia had no mental illness; Wu Xian didn’t bother questioning it, because this was precisely the answer he wanted.

Back then, he believed everything in the blessed land was fake, like in a game where one feels no guilt for killing NPCs.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xian felt a searing pain—as if someone were clawing at his internal organs from within.

Last night, after Wu Xian brought the criminal back to the Bureau, the criminal was held in solitary confinement under dedicated interrogation; Wu Xian hadn’t even been allowed to overhear the sessions, let alone be alone with the criminal.

“Just call me Dr. Wei.”

Behind him were the four burly agents, and the criminal held tightly by them.

By morning.

…

Wu Xian spread his hands: “Sorry, the criminal’s information must remain confidential.”

First, he could avoid the four extraordinary agents, and since the prison lay outside the city, there was a stretch of uninhabited road in between—more convenient for Wu Xian’s operation.

Yet although he had ample justification,

Conducting mental evaluations on babbling suspects had long been Bureau policy; he’d delivered so many criminals here, it would be strange if he weren’t familiar with the procedure.

“Could we make a deal?”

Yet although the task was complete, Wu Xian felt a pang of doubt.

So he quickly prepared, driving his Biguandi electric cart near the Bureau, waiting for the transport vehicle to set out.

The doctor sat down and politely asked Wu Xian: “What is this patient’s name?”

“Sure!”

He Ya suddenly smiled eerily.

(End of Chapter)