On the inquiry desk sat a well-dressed girl with a beautiful face, her long hair in deep purple waves. She wore a loose-fitting top and tight pencil pants, clearly indicating her height of about 1.7 meters. She had large, rosy eyes, an oval face with a sharp chin, a straight and prominent nose, and a small, red mouth—her classic charm. She was Liu Su, the belle of Pingshan University’s Foreign Languages Department, now in her third year. Having suffered an unexpected misfortune, she smiled sadly, repeatedly explaining to the police that she didn’t know a man named Liu Chao. Qin Feng's rank, converted to police rank, is equivalent to that of the Director of the Pingmu City Police Bureau—these junior officers can only nod and bow in deference. Liu Su was surprised: "Qin Feng, you're actually a police officer!" "Ha, I'm not a police officer," he replied, smiling as he picked up a pen from the inquiry desk. Xi Hua was momentarily stunned: "You're not, yet you have an officer's ID, and even the pompous officer just now saluted you!" She treated him as if he were a long-time friend, speaking with the tone of someone who had known him for years. "It's just a piece of identification—merely for the convenience of certain operations," he said, still somewhat immune to Liu Su's charming presence. With so many beautiful girls at home, always surrounding him, anyone would eventually develop such immunity. He glanced at the inquiry records and asked, "You truly haven't spoken to the person known as 'Qin Feng, the Charmer,' have you?" "I swear I haven't." Liu Su raised her hand solemnly, making a vow: "Although I've heard your name for a while and truly hope to develop something with you, who could resist the fact that your girlfriend is the campus beauty Lin Caiwei? I must admit, I feel quite inadequate. Of course, if you take the initiative to get closer to me, I'd be more than willing to date you!" As she spoke, she cast at least five or six flirtatious glances—each with a different manner—without any hint of artificial pretense, naturally and effortlessly. Truly, she's quite captivating. It's said she's not only beautiful but also very straightforward in personality, and her boyfriends come and go like a revolving door, with hardly any man staying with her for more than three weeks. "Clearly, this is a well-targeted assassination," Qin Feng said with a self-deprecating tone. "The other side used your name to lure me in, only to find out that the 'me' I represented was actually a pretender—someone who, in turn, was shot while pretending to be my roommate." "Oh, that's serious," Liu Su stared wide-eyed, arms crossed over her chest, looking utterly intimidated, her long legs tightly clasped together, endearing in their vulnerability. Unfortunately, Qin the Young Man remained unmoved, thinking to himself: the officer had already told you the person had died—why didn't you seem afraid earlier? Now you're only afraid. Xie, the Campus Flower, blinked her large eyes: "Qin Feng, my dear, will they eliminate me? After all, they pretended to be me in order to get close to you. Once they find out they've made a mistake, they'll certainly not let it go easily!" Don't have any unrealistic expectations—when it comes to girls who always play with the boys like they're in the palm of their hand, I'm not particularly interested. Of course, a one-night stand might be worth considering. He spoke calmly: "You should be safe. They're targeting me specifically—so you can go back to school with confidence." "So you believe in me, then? That's really kind of you, Qin Feng, my dear. Unlike those dull police officers, who either keep their faces stern or are constantly flustered with their looks. The campus belle, her sweet voice making Qin Dashi's bones go soft on one side. Qin Feng had no reason to doubt her—Liu Su was merely charming; she was still worlds away from being a killer. "Yes, I believe so," Qin Feng smiled. "But I hope you'll keep my identity confidential and not reveal it to anyone!" The belle rested her hand on her cheek, her voice delicate. "Of course I'll keep it confidential—though, wouldn't you like me to know exactly what needs to be kept secret? You mentioned earlier that you weren't a police officer, yet you have an officer's ID. Then, who exactly are you?" "Confidential," Qin Feng closed his folder. "The more you know, the less beneficial it is to you. If any classmates inquire, simply say that a computer hacker stole your dorm's IP address—this has nothing to do with you!" "Ah." Qin Feng looked deeply disappointed—her flawless "beauty strategy," which had always worked flawlessly, had finally failed in front of a male audience. Liu Su remained undaunted and asked again, "Junior, are you really certain those people won't have any difficulties with me? What if they decide to eliminate me entirely?" Didn't they just need to use her name as a cover? What sense would there be in killing her? And how could they possibly eliminate her if they didn't even know who she was? Yet he insisted seriously, "I guarantee your safety on campus. Police officers will be visiting the campus daily. Even if someone has intentions against you, they won't dare to show their faces!" Standing up from her chair, she grasped Qin Feng's hand tightly. "But, Junior, I'm still afraid. Besides, what if the deceased student believes it was me who killed him? What if his spirit continues to haunt me? Then what? You're so capable—why don't you personally protect me, then?" "Qin Feng shook his head without hesitation: "I'm really busy. Besides, what about ghosts and spirits? You're thinking too much!" As for whether ghosts actually exist—well, that's hard to say. If there are cultivators, there are deities; why not spirits as well? He remained composed, drew out his hand, and smiled, continuing: "Don't overthink it. Just go on living your life as usual. This really has nothing to do with you!" Watching Liu Su's slightly subdued silhouette, Shu Jinghua gave a solid pat on his shoulder: "Good job, young man! You've held your own against the 'beauty strategy.' Well deserved!" "Hey, all thanks to Jingjing's excellent management of her husband," Qin gently bestowed a big compliment. "Alright, I'll tell my sisters about this at dinner tonight. We'll be sure to reward you then," Jinghua said, gently tilting his chin. Qin Feng gracefully licked his lips and gave a mischievous smile. "My requests aren't high at all. As long as we switch positions a few times throughout the night, I'll be perfectly satisfied!"