Chapter 70: The Cycle

Creak…

The interrogation room door opened.

Inspector Jia entered, dragging the criminal Wei Hao.

As soon as he stepped in, Jia froze.

Because he saw Doctor Xu Ming already waiting there, with steaming coffee prepared.

“Come on, come in, don’t be formal.”

Wu Xian flicked his finger, and a flying blade spell shot out.

Jia was startled by this.

“But he was eventually caught by Jin Mo and the others—the Investigation Bureau seems to have a blood-based tracking method; with a blood sample, they can quickly locate the criminal.”

Only fragments of corpses remained on the floor, blood pooling everywhere—the scene was horrifying.

Now Wu Xian had forcefully provided a space for communication; they naturally wouldn’t refuse.

“Doctor, you attacked investigation personnel, violating…”

Among the three, he understood the least.

The Nth psychiatric evaluation officially began.

“That tea? I drank it with my nose pinched shut—everything I saw was grotesque horror; if not for my iron will, I’d have attacked right away.”

The warnings from both sides made Jia and Wei Hao inexplicably tense.

He recounted one of his own attempts.

But Wu Xian wasn’t fazed at all, his fingers flicking rapidly.

Jia crossed his legs, his demeanor slightly arrogant.

Jia frowned: “Close the door—why are you blocking it?”

Wu Xian waved his hand: “It’s fine, let them stand there. We carry on as usual.”

What’s going on?

Wu Xian calmly reassured them: “Don’t be afraid—we’re on the same side. The enemies are reduced to dust. We can communicate safely now.”

“I’ve made far more such attempts than either of you.”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Dozens of flying blade spells fired in succession. Jin Mo initially managed to block a few, but soon he was sliced into fragments, along with Gu Ge, the young nurse, and others—all shredded by dense invisible air blades.

The inspector and the criminal took their seats, but the door remained open—Jin Mo, Gu Ge, Xue Ye, Ji Rou, the four monster investigators, and the pure-faced nurse stood at the threshold, forcefully observing the psychiatric evaluation.

When Wei Hao was inspector, he investigated every neighborhood in Xianwei City and discovered a place similar to Perfect Hair Salon; after killing the malevolent entity there, he obtained a demon-sensing mirror.

Jin Mo also spoke sternly: “Complete your duty. If your hospital refuses to conduct a proper evaluation, we will take the prisoner back.”

The four monster investigators sensed something wrong and rushed toward the room—they intended to stop Wu Xian from speaking, to keep the cycle intact.

The nurse snapped: “Doctor, what are you saying? This damages the hospital’s reputation!”

Wu Xian waved his hand, signaling them to sit.

“Ah, don’t even mention how hard I had to endure.”

Wei Hao shook his head: “I tried. It didn’t work.”

Wu Xian spoke first.

Wu Xian had revealed enough information.

After a moment, Wei Hao raised his hand; Jia understood at once and unlocked his handcuffs—they had also realized the cycle’s existence, but lacked any way to break it.

The result revealed that these four entities, who seemed desperate to devour him alive, were in fact ordinary kind-hearted people; their actions toward Wei Hao were meant to help him, only twisted into terrifying forms by illusions.

Jin Mo, seeing this, immediately lowered his head, crossing his arms over his chest. Flesh met flying blades—large chunks of his arm were torn away, cracks appeared on his bones, yet his fascia remained untouched.

Jin Mo grunted: “We need to supervise this psychiatric evaluation.”

Later, he too, by accident, sought shelter from rain at Doctor Jia’s house.

Wu Xian spoke in a relaxed, almost taunting tone: “Don’t be nervous—this psychiatric evaluation is useless. What matters is we need to discuss…”

“But somehow, your four ghosts blamed me for everything.”

Yet Jia and Wei Hao felt no safety; they stood up, seeking an opportunity to leave the room.

After all, he had only just reached inspector rank—he’d only just realized the cycle existed, yet even Wei Hao, who had gone this far, couldn’t break it.

Jia and Wei Hao fell silent for a moment.

“Afterward, I discovered I was still wanted—the entire Jia doctor family still died violently.”

A single flying blade spell was clearly insufficient to kill these monsters.

Wu Xian sipped his coffee: “I guess this is completely useless, isn’t it?”

“I think you both realize—we three are trapped in a cycle. This meeting is to discuss how to break it. Please offer your valuable insights.”

Wu Xian nodded, which explained why evading the Investigation Bureau required blood replacement.

But Wu Xian smiled and reassured them.

Wei Hao tested with the demon-sensing mirror.

I did a quick investigation and found that the killer was the neighbor next door to Doctor Jia—a nervous man who kept a large black dog. He was a perverted killer who constantly lusted after Doctor Jia’s wife and daughter, so after I left, he broke in and murdered the entire family.

“Simple—if it’s a cycle, why not just refuse to act out his scripted plot?”

Jia and Wei Hao were stunned into silence.

“I endured the curse’s urging, didn’t chase Wei Hao, and instead used that time to kill a malevolent entity and obtained a demon-sensing mirror.”

“For example, declaring the criminal mentally ill—he’d be sent to a special psychiatric hospital, then escape shortly after, and the cycle continues.”

Wu Xian listened to both their accounts, then spoke of his own attempts.

Jin Mo frowned.

“Come to think of it… I’ve also tried changing something.”

Wei Hao nodded.

“They appeared only after the last evaluation, here to prevent me from freely communicating with you. Don’t mind them—they’re just NPCs.”

“Ah, so noisy…”

Outside the interrogation room, doctors, nurses, and patients, seeing the pile of organic debris, screamed shrilly—the entire hospital descended into chaos.

At Doctor Jia’s house, he witnessed a horrifying scene that assaulted the eyes: the Slit-Mouthed Woman, the Big-Mouthed Entity, the Long-Tongued Entity…

Wu Xian asked: “You tried?”

“You’ve got commands in your eyes, right? Ignore them—they exist only to mislead you deeper into the cycle. They have no other purpose.”

Wu Xian stepped through the blood and closed the interrogation room door—the world fell instantly silent.

“Or, say, as a doctor, going home early to avoid your family’s murder—yet I only collapsed from food poisoning after eating a tiny piece of cake, and when I woke up, my whole family was dead again.”

“So in my view, making different choices is utterly impossible to break the cycle—the cycle has self-adaptation; all choices ultimately lead to the same outcome.”

(End of Chapter)