Chapter 613: Welcome Back, My Master

Seeing the increasing spider silk before him and the faint lingering fragrance in the air, Zhang Jie was certain that Qi Yu had definitely been here.

At the end of the alley, there was a tightly wound mass of insect cocoons; Zhang Jie lightly scratched it with Ordinary Blade, revealing what lay inside.

It was a human who had been completely drained.

His body was curled up, his mouth wide open, his expression pained, as if he had endured something extremely agonizing before death.

Zhang Jie furrowed his brow, rubbed his underwear a bit, then rubbed the spider silk in front of him.

"It's the same kind of thing...."

"Hey, Huang Mao, come over to Long Shift Road; I'm waiting for you here."

Soon after....

"This is obviously a death by draining."

Huang Mao examined it, then looked at Zhang Jie.

"How so?"

"First, let's find out who this person is, to rule out human involvement."

Zhang Jie's face grew grave; he had good reason to suspect that Qi Yu was behind this.

With that feeling, Zhang Jie returned home, as always, only Qi Yu waiting for him at the door.

Others either had assignments or were away on business; most of the time, only Qi Yu was at home.

"Welcome back~ my Master...."

"Where did you learn that vocabulary?"

Zhang Jie felt helpless; as Qi Yu grew smarter, she gained more freedom—not only did she get her own little phone, but also her own room.

Consequently, her speech turned strange—for example, she called Zhang Yan the Master's blood relative, speaking in an overly formal way yet with a chuunibyou vibe.

Zhang Jie guessed she must have entered some kind of... role-play? Or perhaps adolescence; looking like this, she seems to be a girl poisoned by chuunibyou literature.

Others' attitudes toward her were also fairly friendly, but due to a bad first impression, Qi Yu rarely interacted with Zhang Shuo and the others.

Most of the time, she sat quietly beside Zhang Jie or Zhang Yan, fiddling with her phone or watching TV together, gradually taking on the air of a family.

All I saw was her bowing slightly toward Zhang Jie, giving an impression of pure elegance, yet Zhang Jie perceived behind that grace a dangerous hue like that of a poisonous spider.

"Watermelon Rind, did you go out today?"

Qi Yu's body tensed abruptly, but the smile on her face didn't change at all.

"I went out and bought some vegetables."

She didn't hide the fact that she'd gone out, tilting her head slightly, her eyes curved, as if... that matter had nothing to do with her.

Qi Yu wore an oversized dress, and with her completely foreign hair color and facial features, she looked like a person from the West.

Has anyone doubted her before? Probably, but in this world, suspicion is better avoided by fleeing quickly—maybe they're just hiding an abnormality.

Zhang Jie stared at her for a long time, and Qi Yu stared back at him; Zhang Jie could see her hands clasped together in front of her, intentionally or not.

Guilty! She's definitely feeling guilty!

Zhang Jie suddenly stepped close, his face less than half a foot from hers; she widened her eyes, gazing at his handsome visage up close, and involuntarily took a step back.

"It's definitely this scent; I couldn't have mistaken it."

Zhang Jie's expression instantly turned cold; he kept advancing, and whenever she retreated a step, he moved forward one.

Her composure gradually cracked; her expression grew somewhat aggrieved, she pouted, and she crossed her arms in front of her.

"You... went to that alley."

"Right?"

Qi Yu:......

"Yes..."

She eventually admitted it; in her memory, this was the first time Zhang Jie had used such an expression and tone toward her, leaving Qi Yu somewhat at a loss.

"You killed someone."

"Tell me why."

"........"

"That human wanted to wage a war of life and desire against me; my mind told me I could not submit to him, so I killed him."

Zhang Jie:???

"What what what thing?"

"What? Speak human!"

"He wanted to fuck me, and I messed him up."

"......"

"Putting it bluntly, it seems Qi Yu was also driven to desperation, but.... this matter still needs investigation."

"In these chaotic times, whoever dares to pull this stunt is either an abnormality or a member of the Abnormal Bureau, someone with a willpower grade."

"Just then, Huang Mao's phone also rang."

"Old Zhang, the investigation results are out; the deceased was a logistics staffer from the bureau, the Logistics Captain."

"How so?"

"Look up his movements; he was probably killed by an abnormality."

"It's a shame that Zhang Jie is still only a Senior Investigator, not yet in an Elite Guard position, so he can't call the shots on some matters."

"Still, we need to investigate, even though death is commonplace in this world."

"Uh, I've already looked into it, but I can't tell what it is; preliminarily, it's identified as an abnormality."

"He wanted to... touch the other party? It seemed like he was fooling around, his hand got knocked off—uh, in the physical sense."

Zhang Jie:.....

Alright, the information matches, I've already slain the anomaly.

OK, off work!

Huang Mao felt no pity for this person's death; one could only say his death was completely worthless and meaningless, meaningless to anyone who sees it.

Qi Yu shows no signs of contamination, which is probably why the other party dared to approach; after all, willpower level can indeed sense the existence of anomalies to some extent.

Qi Yu listened to Zhang Jie and Huang Mao's conversation, pouting, looking resentfully at Zhang Jie.

But amid the resentment there was also some fear.

She has always been someone lacking a sense of security.

Did I do something wrong, Master?

He thinks....

Stop stop stop, I was wrong, I was wrong!

Zhang Jie raised his hands in surrender; Qi Yu's little look was just too much, making him feel uneasy all over.

I killed someone....

Aren't you afraid?

You can't even bite through my skin; what are you afraid of me for?

Zhang Jie dismissed it with disdain, Qi Yu pursed her lips.

I will not point my fangs at my own master....

Speak properly.

I don't want to hurt you...

Zhang Jie extended his arm, reaching to Qi Yu's face, looking at her somewhat provocatively.

Then go ahead and bite through my skin? If you do, I'll let you drink.

Qi Yu:.....

Hmph!

She huffed back, and with a bang she slammed the door shut.

It's clear she was really angry.

This little guy's emotions are becoming more and more obvious.

Zhang Jie thought back carefully; it's been about five years since he picked up that watermelon rind, roughly.

And Qi Yu at this moment was stuck to her room's door, staring at her own palms—these hands that had completely drained that frivolous man.

Might there come a day when these hands... pierce Zhang Jie's chest?

At the moment that image appeared, Qi Yu immediately drove it from her mind.

No... there won't be such a day.