When did my soul suffer an injury? During high school, I lived a routine life—going to class every day, doing homework, just like any other student. How could my soul have been wounded then…? As Zhang Yuanqing pondered, Bill Tarantino continued speaking: "You're mother sought out many experts in medicine and pharmaceuticals to treat your headaches. I’m one of them. Honestly, I'm merely a businessman with no deep knowledge of pharmacology—yet Ante Pharmaceuticals has plenty of specialists in that field. 'The drug was newly developed when I shared its effects with your mother. She decided to try it despite the risks. Thank God—the symptoms have indeed improved.'" Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts and asked: "What is the target group for which this company developed this medication? In other words, there must be a specific population that prompted this development—so what kind of condition do they suffer from, and does it resemble mine?" Bill Tarantino crossed his arms over his abdomen and smiled, shaking his head slightly: "We do indeed have a well-defined target group. The medication has been highly praised within that circle and is in constant demand. But I cannot reveal the identity of this group—it's a matter of commercial confidentiality." With that, this polished mid-aged gentleman added: "Of course, as a businessman—if you're willing to pay, I can share the information with you." Before he finished speaking, Anne—the tall, golden-haired woman standing beside him—lightly cleared her throat. "...That won’t work," Bill said, shifting tone. Anne smiled gracefully and added: "Unless Mr. Zhang can prove something—to us—for instance, your identity." Zhang Yuanqing looked at her: "Identity? What kind of identity?" This woman’s expression was both enchanting and alluring—her every movement seemed to awaken the most primal impulses in men. Zhang Yuanqing had never seen such a graceful presence before. Anne smiled again: "Could you tell us how your headaches began? I mean, not just the medical cause—but what happened to you before symptoms emerged?" Zhang Yuanqing shook his head helplessly: "I’m truly sorry, but I have no recollection of that." Anne nodded slightly: "Then I understand." Zhang Yuanqing turned to Bill and sighed: "I had hoped to pay one million to purchase the information. It seems such a waste." One million? Bill Tarantino sat up sharply. "I think it’s precisely the point—when doing business, you must never lose your flexibility. I retract what I said earlier." Zhang Yuanqing nodded steadily: "Once I raise sufficient funds, I’ll come back to see you." They exchanged a few more casual remarks before Zhang Yuanqing excused himself. Bill Tarantino tapped his fingers once, and Anne moved smoothly toward the desk, retrieving a business card from a folder. "Stay in touch," Bill said. "I'll be in this city for a long time. Here’s my card—should you wish to buy or sell anything, I’ll offer you a fair price based on its value." Zhang Yuanqing took the card, surprised: "But I’m just an ordinary university student—I know nothing about pharmaceuticals, sir." Bill shook his head gently: "Being at Ante Pharmaceuticals is one of my titles. Fundamentally, I'm a businessman—my dream is to drive a cargo truck filled with goods and travel across the world, trading with people from different countries." Then hang a horn on the back of the truck playing 'chicken feathers for sugar'—Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t help but comment. As he held the card, Anne smiled warmly: "I’ll walk Mr. Zhang out." ... Bill Tarantino watched them leave and then stood to serve himself a glass of whisky from the bar cabinet. When he finished sipping it slowly, Anne returned. Holding his glass, Bill reflected: "A simple piece of information commanding one million—this is truly a compelling incentive for people like us. It’s not about money at all; it's about low cost and high return. Such a transaction brings genuine soul-pleasure." Anne shook her head: "We simply cannot disclose the existence of Realm Walkers to ordinary people—it's an established rule." The Spirit Realm has never restricted such openness, but every organization—including independent practitioners—instinctively conceals the presence of Realm Walkers. This instinctive self-protection has gradually evolved into a formal rule across all organizations. Bill thought for a moment: "So, have you tested him yet? Is he indeed a Realm Walker?" As a pragmatic businessman, it’s one thing to spare time to meet an ordinary university student—giving them face as a business partner. But another reason is that the kind of soul-level injuries ordinary people experience simply aren’t possible. Chen Shu's sons are either Realm Walkers or have previously been involved in events involving Realm Walkers. Anne smiled: "In the elevator, I used subtle charm to engage him—he indeed responded. His hands kept brushing against my hips. From his mental state assessment, he appears to be an ordinary person—though it’s possible he was acting on purpose. I believe I didn’t misstate the idiom." Bill nodded slightly: "Maintaining contact with him and building connections among local Realm Walkers will only benefit us." Anne gave a gentle nod. Bill finished his drink and added: "Could you arrange a meeting with the Chairperson? This time, the union leadership has issued a firm directive—to welcome back the Chairperson." ... Indeed, Ante Pharmaceuticals—known for producing those little blue pills—is clearly connected to Realm Walkers. Standing beneath the international building, Zhang Yuanqing looked up at its towering structure. From the conversation in the office, he now understood that Bill Tarantino was referring to the special group—the Realm Walkers. Ante Pharmaceuticals developed the blue pills specifically to alleviate and treat mental trauma among Realm Walkers—similar to the Wood Demon's detox pill or the Life Elixir from the Musician Skill families. The difference lies in the capitalist-led nations: these medicines are publicly sold, accessible to both Realm Walkers and ordinary people. Here, however, such medicines are strategic resources—regulated items. Even if wealthy, wild Realm Walkers cannot afford them. "So it seems I’m not encountering a bug when bringing the pills into the Instance—it’s precisely because the pills belong to the Spirit Realm, made by Realm Walkers themselves." "But when exactly did my soul sustain this injury?" The headaches began in the second year of high school—without any clear cause; one day, they simply started. "At that time I was still just a regular student, not yet exposed to the Spirit Realm. It seems unlikely I’ve been targeted… So it's likely I unexpectedly became involved in conflicts or experiments among the Realm Walkers during my sophomore year." He couldn’t recall the reason—because he never realized anything had happened at all. The strategies of Realm Walkers are often unpredictable and invisible—even to ordinary people. Like Uncle Chen, who still doesn't understand why money keeps disappearing from his wallet. "Although this explanation is quite reasonable, it still doesn’t explain the scanner’s reading—it points directly to my heart. Well, I’ll just have to keep thinking—because even now, no matter how hard I try, I won’t get a clear answer yet. After all…" Zhang Yuanqing gazed at his palms, warmly reflecting: "Anne's hip sensations are simply excellent—soft and bouncy. Now I think I know what her profession is." After meeting such an engaging figure, Zhang Yuanqing suspected she might be a Realm Walker—because the Heavenly Sovereign currently holds an elevated status in the Elevated Realm, and ordinary beauty wouldn’t typically move him. Yet this woman’s subtle gestures—a glint of eye contact, a soft smile, a gentle glance—had clearly triggered a physical response in Zhang Yuanqing’s DNA. It reminded him of the "Love and Desire" profession mentioned by the Demon King in the Cat King Speaker. Anne's unique charm perfectly embodied that role. "Women with the 'Love and Desire' profession are truly enchanting—men simply can't resist, unless they lack biological needs. In such cases, they’re often easily seduced. Yet I still find myself laughing at the Demon King—ah-ha!" Regarding Bill Tarantino’s profession, Zhang Yuanqing deduced from their conversation that he likely belonged to a "Void" profession—commonly known as a businessman. Of course, his understanding of foreign professions remains limited—currently familiar only with 'Love and Desire' and 'Void'. At this point, the morning rush was winding down. On the streets, workers began arriving—some were steadfast, others connected through personal relationships—since it was now nine thirty in the morning. Some also held a subway failure notice in hand—thus not overly anxious. Zhang Yuanqing paused at the roadside and dialed Kou Beiyue’s phone: "I need your sister's name—the public security office handling her case." "Wait—I’ll send you a text message right away." Kou Beiyue brightened instantly, agreeing without hesitation. So decisive—hadn’t thought this would reveal his true identity? This young woman feels even more naïve than the mythical Jingwei bird. Zhang Yuanqing nodded once and hung up. A few minutes later, he received the message from Kou Beiyue. Kou Beiyue’s sister is Kou Yusi, born in 1995—aged 26 at time of death—and the public security office handling her case is indeed the Shacuo District Public Security Office. After reviewing this information, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Chen Yuanshun—the cousin. For a professional matter, he wanted to hear his brother’s advice. "Yuanshun?" The voice came through the speaker. "Brother, I have a question. If I want to investigate an old case from two years ago—where the deceased was imprisoned, abused, sexually assaulted, and then murdered by a public security officer—who used their authority to conceal the truth—how should I proceed?" This matter involves both the organization and the public security office—so it cannot be handled like typical cases involving the Evil Organization—with straightforward questioning leading to immediate questioning. "Good heavens!" Chen Yuanshun exclaimed impatiently. "The evidence will have certainly been destroyed. And if the officer is indeed guilty, the head of the department will step in immediately to suppress you—the case won’t survive." He paused and added: "If someone intends to protect the suspect, then perhaps it's possible. Otherwise, such a case simply cannot be resolved. Anything else? Then I’ll hang up." Recently, he’s been very busy due to two high-profile financial company murder cases and the chief’s suicide. "Wait—don’t hang up," Zhang Yuanqing said. "I don’t need to gather hard evidence—I just want to understand the full story behind this case." Chen Yuanshun thought for a moment, then replied: "If it were me, I’d first check the official records—how was the case originally concluded? If the deceased had suffered sexual assault or abuse, there would be clear physical signs—such as bruises or wounds. "Then the nature of the case changes—it can’t simply be closed and declared resolved. From my experience, such cases are often reported as suicides—but a suicide wouldn’t exhibit signs of physical trauma. Therefore, the officer responsible for handling the scene at the time likely failed to take photos. "No on-site photographs constitute a major gap in evidence. Then I’d proceed to interview that officer." He continued speaking at length. Zhang Yuanqing distilled the essence: the two main approaches were—first, visiting the deceased’s family, colleagues, and neighbors; second, interviewing the public security officers involved in the incident. Chen Yuanshun sipped a glass of water, then asked: "Why did you suddenly ask about this?" "Nothing really—I just got into an argument online with someone, so I thought I’d stand up to them." Zhang Yuanqing gave a vague explanation and ended the call. He then dialed Lao Si Ji’s number. "Ms. Guan Ya—could you help me with something?" "I’m not in charge of young men's teenage struggles," Guan Ya chuckled. "Young men solve their own teenage problems—they don’t need to ask anyone. But my case, I truly need your assistance." Zhang Yuanqing changed tone: "Could you retrieve the file on a case handled by the Shacuo District Public Security Office two years ago—deceased named Kou Yusi?" Guan Ya listened intently and smiled: "Just a moment!" After fifteen minutes, Zhang Yuanqing received Guan Ya’s reply: "The file has been sent to your email. By the way—it's quite an interesting case. There actually exists such a beastly younger brother in the world." Hmm? Zhang Yuanqing opened his browser immediately—curious—and downloaded the file. He spent thirty minutes carefully reading through it, growing increasingly frustrated. The official conclusion of the case: the deceased had been imprisoned, sexually assaulted, and abused. The public security office listed Kou Beiyue—the younger brother—as the suspect. Since the incident, the suspect, Kou Beiyue, has gone missing—never arrested or brought to justice. “I remember Kuo Beiyue mentioned that he didn’t die—he instead gained a Character Card and became an Enchantment Demon. Chih Yuean had calculated that Kuo Beiyue wouldn’t be able to testify for himself, so she’d pour all the blame onto him…” What kind of justice is this? To kill someone and also destroy their very soul! Is this human behavior? Zhang Yuanqing stepped out of the email and dialed Kuo Beiyue’s phone. “I’ve reviewed your sister’s file. You mentioned it wasn’t detailed enough—there are a few points I’d like to clarify.” “What points?” responded Kuo Beiyue casually. “You said you died and then became a Realm Walker, with Chih Yuean present at the time. So how did you manage to escape after returning to reality?” Kuo Beiyue explained: “I woke up in the morgage of the Public Security Office, lying alone—no one around me but corpses. Then I simply ran.” Now it made sense. Afterward, Chih Yuean discovered that he had come back from death and become a Realm Walker, so she changed her strategy and blamed him instead. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, then added: “I’ve gone through the file thoroughly—there are numerous inconsistencies; it’s not sturdy under scrutiny. Did your family raise any objections?” Silence lingered on the phone line before Kuo Beiyue sighed sadly: “You reviewed the file, didn’t you? Then what did they complain about? Did they bring it to everyone’s attention? I simply couldn’t step forward to testify for myself—I’m part of the Evil Organization. All I could do was let him pour mud over me. “I suppose you may not know that Chih Yuean sent people to spread rumors about my imprisoning and sexually assaulting your sister in our hometown. My parents were left with their backs pressed against the walls—unable to look anyone in the eye anymore. How could they possibly press charges? They moved out of town just a short time after the incident happened.” If no family members raised objections, the matter would naturally be suppressed. These days, people don’t complain and officials won’t act. With slight maneuvering, even the Five Elements Alliance wouldn’t intervene in ordinary cases—this was well within the jurisdiction of the Public Security Office itself. To kill one’s child and then destroy their spirit—leaving parents to live the rest of their lives with dignity compromised—Chih Yuean… Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, calming his simmering frustration. “I have no further questions,” he said. It made sense that Kuo Beiyue hadn’t spoken about it earlier—it was indeed difficult to bring up. It also explained why Kuo Beiyue held such an unyielding determination for justice. Kuo Beiyue gave a low, steady “mhm.” Zhang Yuanqing continued: “I’ve already checked the records—the public security officer who handled this case back then was Kong Liangping. He’s now the head of the Public Security Department at Shakou District Office. I’ll be there at ten PM tonight—let’s meet him together.”