The two stepped out of the administrative building. Chen Yuanjun glanced around and spotted a striking woman parked on the left side of the entrance. She wore a professional-looking white business suit, paired with light gray low-heeled shoes, a Burberry square scarf wrapped around her neck, and glasses resting on her straight nose. Her hairstyle was modern and refined. Tall and with fair skin, she looked particularly elegant despite the glasses—her features were clearly outstanding. "Allow me to introduce you," said Li Dongze, smiling and extending his hand toward Chen Yuanjun. "This is Xie Anna, born into the Xie family—she's an accomplished musician with us at the Public Security Bureau. This is our Deputy Director, Chen Yuanjun." Xie Anna smiled and extended her hand. "So this is the officer who responds to evil threats faster than even the realm-level travelers, yet avoids danger slower than the realm-level travelers? Ah, now that we've officially made realm-level travelers a public secret, I suppose that makes sense." Li Dongze chuckled. "I used to suspect he was simply lucky—like a blessed by the goddess of fortune. Unfortunately, there's no such designation in the realm." Chen Yuanjun, as a security officer holding real power and actively working on the front lines, is well-positioned to gain access to information about the Realm Wanderers, especially given the frequent occurrences of cult-related disturbances. However, at present, he only knows of the existence of the Chaotic and Lawful factions, and the full range of extraordinary professions within each. He has no access to higher-level intelligence. Upon learning of the Realm Wanderers, Chen Yuanjun has grown deeply concerned about the safety of his family, even considering the idea of relocating them to the countryside. Based on his current intelligence, Chaotic practitioners either operate in remote, sparsely populated areas or remain hidden within bustling urban centers. In contrast, rural areas—neither particularly remote nor overly urbanized—have proven to be rare havens of stability. This concern is well-founded: his aunt, who has a solid professional profile and is building her career outside the city, his nephew attending a prestigious university in Songhai, and his cousin working at a hospital—all are potential targets for attacks by Chaotic practitioners. The former interacted with society's elite, while the latter two—victims of the sinister professions—were ordinary people with no strength to defend themselves. The unreliable old father, who spent his days strolling around, was also at risk. The safest members of the household were the grandparents and the mother, whose daily routines were as unremarkable as could be, typical small-town residents. Chen Yuanjun glanced around, then said, "Let's get on the vehicle." He walked toward the car nearby, taking Li Dongze and Xie Anna with him, and exited the police headquarters. Maintaining a steady, unhurried pace, he remarked, "Ms. Xie, has Li Dongze already informed you of the situation?" Xie Anna glanced at Li Dongze beside her and smiled, "He only asked me to help hypnotize two ordinary people and to keep the details of this operation confidential." Chen Yuanjun nodded, looking straight ahead and said, "Here's what we found during our database restoration: we discovered an archived file that had been deleted. It was the file of a missing person. The individual has still not been located, and the internal staff member who deleted the file has also gone untraced. "I once visited the family of the missing person, and it was quite strange—neither of his relatives could recall having filed a report." The distant swordsman listened to the phone, gazing out the window as he said: "That's exactly the situation with Lei Yibing—he happens to be on your investigation list. Should we go visit his home? I'm also curious about the restored missing file." Over the phone, the voice of the Master of Pure Yang came cold and clear: "My intuition tells me he has no connection with Yuanshishen. Their timelines don't align. Lei Yibing went missing in April last year in Jiangnan Province—back then, Yuanshishen hadn't yet become a Spirit Realm traveler, or had only just begun." The distant swordsman replied calmly: "My intuition tells me you should investigate that. Of course, if you believe your own intuition surpasses mine, then by all means, go ahead." The Master of Pure Yang remained silent for a few seconds, then chuckled: "I don't want to waste time, but our recent investigations have yielded nothing. Since we're going to look into Lei Yibing anyway, let's just get started. Please send me his household address." "说完，他挂上了电话。 …… Kangyang District, Pingshen Residential Area. Inside the aging apartment building, Chen Yuanjun stood at the security door of Unit 402 and pressed the doorbell. "Ding-dong~" After pressing it twice, footsteps came, and a middle-aged woman in her fifties, in good spirits, opened the door. "Yuanjun, how come you're here!" As soon as she saw Chen Yuanjun, she beamed with warmth and enthusiasm, then turned to Li Dongze and Xie Anna, asking, "These are they?" Chen Yuanjun introduced them as, "My colleagues." Colleagues... Zhou Aunt's smile softened, and she quickly asked, "Has there been any news about Ah Bing?" She grasped Chen Yuanjun's arm tightly, her eyes full of anticipation. Chen Yuanjun whispered, "Zhou Aunt, let's go inside and talk." The three entered the apartment. Chen Yuanjun turned to look around, "Is Lei Uncle not at home?" "It's not the weekend—he's at work." Zhou aunt pulled out disposable cups from the cabinet on the coffee table, intending to brew tea for them. Chen Yuanjun shook his head. "We don't need tea, Aunt Zhou. We just have a few questions and then we'll be leaving." He studied the woman, and with a sense of satisfaction, said, "Compared to previous visits, your complexion has improved significantly. No matter what happens to Lei Yibing, you and Uncle Lei must keep going with life." Zhou aunt sighed. "Thanks to Yuanzi coming by every few weeks to visit and comfort me, this period has been quite meaningful. He once said, 'What if, one day, Lei Yibing returns, but I'm already too weak to bear it—then what would have been a good thing turns into a bad one.' 'I'll take good care of myself and wait for Lei Yibing to come back.' Chen Yuanjun remained silent for a few seconds, silently wishing. In fact, based on his years of experience in handling cases, Lei Yibing's disappearance—nearly a year now—essentially means he's officially deceased. But no matter whether Lei Yibing is alive or dead, as he has promised Yuanzi to continue investigating, Chen Yuanjun turned to Xie Anna and said, "This is one of our outstanding profile analysts from the Public Security Bureau. She would like to learn more about Mr. Abing." After speaking, he gave a slight nod to the lady of the music performance, indicating that she could begin. Xie Anna, with a magician's grace, produced a silver "monorail" figurine from her pocket. She placed it silently on the table and gently turned the figurine with her fingers. "Before I begin asking you questions, I like to play with small toys—please don't mind," she smiled. "No, no, it's fine..." Zhou Aunt replied, her gaze instinctively drawn to the spinning monorail. Her eyes gradually grew distant, as if the monorail had transformed into a vortex, drawing her soul into its center. In a daze, she heard the young analyst asking, "When exactly did Lei Yibing go missing?" Zhou Aunt stared blankly and murmured, "Last year, on April 12th." Xie Anna then asked again, "Could you think about it more carefully? When exactly did Lei Yibing go missing?" "Zhou Aiyi gave the same answer again. Xie Anna didn't rush, saying, 'Chen's file at the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau shows Li Yibing's disappearance record—was that the alert you filed?' Zhou Aiyi shook her head slowly, 'No, it wasn't me.' Xie Anna spoke gently, 'You went to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau to file an alert, you went to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau to file an alert, you went to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau to file an alert...' She repeated it three times. Zhou Aiyi stared blankly, saying, 'I went to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau to file an alert, I went to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau to file an alert...' Suddenly, her expression turned pained, her voice sharp, 'I never filed an alert! I never filed an alert!' Xie Anna's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she quickly reassured her, 'Let's forget what I just said.' Only then did Zhou Aiyi's expression calm down. Xie Yan turned her head to look at her two companions, her tone serious. "Earlier, I tried to hypnotize her, forcing her to believe that I had personally informed the police about her son's disappearance—something that, under normal circumstances, would have been absorbed by her during my hypnosis. However, she strongly resisted my efforts. The belief that she hadn't reported the incident completely overruled the information I implanted about her having done so. This can only mean that a musician more powerful than me previously hypnotized her, solidifying her conviction that she had never reported the incident to the police." Li Dongze drew a deep breath. "I guessed right." Chen Yuanjun's expression grew serious, and he asked cautiously, "Could we help her recall more details—such as who hypnotized her and when exactly she went to the police station to file the report? The more information we can gather, the better." Xie Yanan furrowed her brows: "The person who hypnotized her has a higher rank than mine. To break her hypnosis, I'll need to perform a deeper level of dream hypnosis. I'll give it a try, though success isn't guaranteed." After both nodded in agreement, Xie Yanan looked at Zhou Aiyi, her voice soft and ethereal: "Aunt Zhou, you've been tired. Now, please lie down on the sofa, close your eyes, and rest well. In your dreams, you'll meet your son again and remember all about him." As the voice gently guided her, Zhou Aiyi settled on the sofa and slowly drifted into sleep. Xie Yanan's soft, flowing voice continued to guide her: "Now, slowly recall all about Lei Yibing—his childhood, his school days, what happened after he disappeared. Now, think about it—after you reported to the Public Security Bureau, who did you see again? Who was the person who caused you to forget this entire matter?" Zhou Aiyi remained silent, silent, for a long time without responding. … 402 Outside, at the stairwell entrance. A man in a mask and a baseball cap leapt into the air and vanished. He then materialized in Zhou Ai's dream. The dream was blank, and Zhou Ai stood motionless and stunned in that emptiness, like a sculpture. Within the stillness of the blank dream, a woman's voice echoed continuously: "Who made you forget this?" Pure Yang, the Master of the Yang Sect, murmured in approval. "A sage-level musician, and yet she can't recall a single thing. This Li Yibing matter is no ordinary affair." He approached Zhou Ai, his eyes, hidden with a quiet frenzy, rippling with unseen waves. "Who made you forget Li Yibing's disappearance?" Gradually, Zhou Ai's dream began to take shape—scenes swiftly emerged, revealing her bedroom. On the bed, Zhou Ai slept, weary and exhausted. Nothing more. Was the person behind this action completing the hypnosis while she was asleep? Master Pure Yang, with extensive experience, immediately interpreted the information conveyed in the dream. In the living room, Zhou Aiyi, lying on the sofa, finally responded: "I... I don't know." Xie Anna sighed to her two companions: "Perhaps it's because of my own limitations, or perhaps she herself has no awareness that she's been hypnotized. The Spirit Realm Traveler has many ways to hypnotize ordinary people silently." Li Dongze pondered thoughtfully, then said: "Then let's try a different question—how about when you first reported the case to the Public Security Bureau?" Xie Anna asked gently and softly, "When did you first go to the Public Security Bureau to report the disappearance of Lei Yibing?" She repeated the question three times. ... In the dream, Master Pure Yang waited a moment, seeing the dream scene remain blank. Then, drawing upon the dream, he produced undulating ripples in his eyes, just as before, and repeated the question that had echoed in the dream. At that moment, the dream suddenly changed. The building of the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau appeared, and Zhou Aiyu, looking anxious and deeply concerned, stepped forward. She rushed toward the reception desk and urgently said, "Officer, my son has gone missing!" The receptionist, with a neat and refined appearance, quickly asked, "Could you please tell me if the disappearance has lasted more than 48 hours? When and where was the last contact?" Zhou Aiyu said anxiously, "It's already been three days." The receptionist straightened up and replied, "Please wait a moment—I'll connect you with a colleague from the Public Security Team." The scene then shifted: Zhou Aiyu was filling out a statement in the office of the Public Security Bureau, clearly writing in the date field: July 14, 2019.