"So, he was brought to the police station?"
The Magic Capital's Public Security Command Center.
The night was deep, and the air was filled with the fragrant aroma of instant noodles and sausages that, despite a few bites, somehow made one lose their appetite.
The person inside was emotionally agitated, claiming to have encountered ghosts and monsters that kept staring at him, threatening his life.
He was erratic, incoherent, bordering on madness, clinging to people relentlessly. With no other choice, the vendors complied with his demands and brought him to the police station.
"The craziest part has to be when I asked him why he insisted on coming to the police station, he said a Feng Shui Metaphysics Master told him that he should seek the police in such situations. I was utterly baffled."
The speaking officer slurped a big mouthful of instant noodles and mumbled with his mouth full, looking at the desk officer nearby.
