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Unlike those unfortunate souls who went missing after encountering evil spirits, the liaison's body lay quietly in the bedroom, with the steel nail that had fallen off the corner of the clothes hanger piercing straight through his forehead, leaving a striking cavity where white brain matter was mixed with blood, spreading under the bed and out the door gap.
The man had been dead for some time, and livor mortis had appeared on his skin, his body also beginning to stiffen.
There were no signs of struggle in the room, and the liaison's shocked expression was still frozen on his face.
Those wide-open eyes seemed to convey a fact to them—he had merely tripped when entering the bedroom and met this fate.
The steel nail that had come loose from the base of the clothes rack just so happened to stand upright at the fallen position.
Despite the bizarre scene, if the police were to arrive, they would likely conclude it was an accidental death, as they wouldn't consider evil spirits and abilities in their routine investigations.
"That's why I've always said this is a crappy job."
Duan Mingyuan broke the long silence in the room, which until then had been as quiet as the barely perceptible breathing of the two people present.
Reversed day and night schedule, low pay, and often being treated as a suspect.
More importantly, it is a profession dealing with death.
From the moment one joins, you must learn to live with death, so Duan Mingyuan could not understand what kind of fools would choose such a line of work.
Jiuyue had mixed opinions about the liaison, saying he was just an old timer who had been in the field longer and knew slightly more than others, and that he had survived till today purely on luck. From the current situation, it seemed that the old-timer had finally run out of luck.
But on the other hand, he was a strong good person.
He maintained the day-to-day operations of the organization that was teetering on the brink, carrying all the pressure on himself.
"Calm down, take a deep breath."
"I know."
Jiuyue's voice became low, her eyes filled with hostility.
Good people do exist among humans; this was the lesson the liaison taught her, and now, the person lay coldly in his own home.
A newly born evil spirit?
Or one of those corporate fugitives?
Her brain worked rapidly, and every name she thought of intensified the emotions in her heart.
The killer had come for her.
The so-called accidental scene was also a provocation to her; such a death was identical to those enveloped by misfortune, deliberately leaving the body here, waiting for her arrival.
To the murderer, the liaison's identity was not important; his existence served to let her witness firsthand a familiar person dying under an ability similar to her own.
Just for such a trivial reason...
"Go get the bucket and mop."
"It's better not to disturb the scene before the police arrive."
Jiuyue whispered, and they still had to hand the body over to the police, and after waiting a few days, the police station would issue a light announcement of an accidental death.
"Jiuyue, remember this feeling, the moment when you want to do something but are powerless to help."
She looked up, staring blankly at Duan Mingyuan.
It seemed that Mr. Mingyuan did not plan to heed her advice, instead, he slowly rolled up his sleeves in front of her, "After working overtime all night, I only wanted to relax on my way home, but then I find the character I like has been brutally killed off by the author right before my eyes; people mostly grow from such shitty situations."
But the strength of humans ultimately has its limits.
The will from reality can't influence the fictional world, and all that people can do is send razor blades to those authors who like to issue deaths.
"And I, for one, hate such situations the most."
The next moment, Jiuyue's pupils contracted.
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She saw a fleeting shadow dart across the stiff body on the floor, and before she could cry out in alarm, that familiar face fragmented along with the corpse, turning into drifting phosphorescence.
The bloodstains on the ground and the glowing dots suspended like fireflies created a striking visual tableau.
Life Energy.
She couldn't help but stretch out her right hand, the phosphorescence brushing past her fingertips, leaving behind a chilling touch.
"Let me say it one more time, my Ability is not about turning something that looks inedible into a little snack,"
Duan Mingyuan's gaze swept across those floating dots, which, like water droplets bursting into bloom, seemed to receive some command and quickly gathered together.
Under Jiuyue's astonished gaze, the dots assembled into the outline of a person.
A person standing before them, looking down at their own hands.
Since he could convert malevolent spirits into a form of energy, he naturally could reverse the process.
The precondition was that the deceased still had the Luck to leave behind some remaining Energy.
"The existence of this Ability is not for defeating a particular opponent or making me invincible, but to make this crappy world look a little more pleasing to the eye,"
"What... what happened to me?"
The man observing his own hands let out an incredulous gasp; his last memory was of tripping over something suddenly under his feet and crashing down heavily onto a steel nail that had fallen without his notice.
Then his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness, and he knew his fate should have ended there.
The man's gasp also made Duan Mingyuan's pressure, which had been rising ever since he entered, peak in this bedroom full of elements he found displeasing.
He had thought the spoiled takeout boxes on the living room table were as bad as it could get, but the bedroom was an even more gruesome sight.
Chip bags half-eaten beside the pillow, crumbs scattered everywhere, empty mineral water bottles cluttering the bedside table leaving no space for anything else, power cords from the power strip under the bed entwined in a chaotic mess, with one sock beside it and its pair nowhere to be found.
The desk was piled with notepads and books, and Duan Mingyuan spotted several marker pens without their caps.
This shock was on par with the first time he had barged into a lair composed of "Intermediate Title" malevolent spirits.
No, this place was even more appalling to behold than a lair.
"Firstly, let me introduce myself."
Duan Mingyuan struggled to suppress the turbulent emotions within, "My name is Duan Mingyuan, I resigned not long ago and am currently considering a career change."
"Da Jiang, just call me Da Jiang,"
the man said, "Did you save me?"
If this were true...
This world actually had the power to bring the dead back to life?
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Da Jiang."
Before moving the conversation forward, Duan Mingyuan felt he had to speak up about the issue that was choking him, "Before we proceed with our discussion, I have a request."
"Go ahead."
"Could you clean up the house?"
Anger eventually climbed up Duan Mingyuan's spine.
As he spoke, his gaze swept across Jiuyue, who flinched under the authoritative look, straightening up with her tail standing on end.
He emphasized again, "Jiuyue, what are you still doing here? Go get a bucket and a mop."
This dump, he really couldn't stand to stay a moment longer!