After a satisfying meal, Wen Wen returned to his home and spent one last night on his large bed.
As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the curtains and into the room, Wen Wen was already packing his belongings, preparing to leave.
He had very few personal items, requiring only a small bag to carry everything. As for important possessions, they were all stored in the containment facility.
After a moment of thought, Wen Wen also packed the lounge chair from the balcony into the containment facility. The chair was very comfortable for basking in the sun.
Apart from that, the only thing Wen Wen needed to take with him was San Zai'er.
Speaking of which, after Wen Wen's period of "careful" feeding, San Zai'er had entered its semi-mature stage and possessed the strength of a general disaster-class monster, making it suitable for containment.
However, as it was a pet more obedient than a pug, Wen Wen decided to continue raising it as a pet.
With everything prepared, Wen Wen closed the door, got into his beloved vehicle, and drove away from Furong River City.
Upon reaching the outskirts of Furong River City, Wen Wen glanced back with a hint of sentimentality.
Since he started working as a detective, he had never stayed in one place for such a long time. Now, he had developed a certain affection for this city.
"I will come back to visit!"
After saying this, Wen Wen stepped on the accelerator and drove further away.
The location for the Hunter Assessment was Shengjing City, the largest city in the Huafu Great Region.
The assessment was held once a year, and there were still two months before the next one. During these two months, Wen Wen wanted to visit two places.
One was Yanling City in Dongshan Province. Wen Wen had not forgotten that a branch of the Blood of Blasphemy was hidden in the Lishui Villa in that city. And in the dungeon of Lishui Villa, there was a containment officer candidate that Wen Wen was very interested in. Wen Wen planned to find a way to get him out this time.
The other destination was Qianhe City in Xiangnan Province. Of course, the main purpose was not to deliver a letter to Yan Xiu. Wen Wen had received treatment at the psychiatric hospital in Qianhe City and inexplicably obtained the Disaster Containment Facility. Previously, his strength was too weak to investigate this matter thoroughly. Now, he considered his strength to be adequate and decided to explore what problems might exist there. In fact, Wen Wen had always felt a sense of unease about this, as his original purpose for seeking treatment at the psychiatric hospital was to obtain a certificate of mental illness. With the entire hospital staff missing, there was no one to issue the certificate.
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The sun shone brightly as the expensive sports car sped along the highway, kicking up dust. The farmlands on both sides of the road were already tinged with yellow, and the sweet scent of ripe grain made Wen Wen, lying on the car roof, squint his eyes in contentment.
Yes, he was comfortably lying on the car roof.
San Zai'er was driving the car...
As an extraordinary creature, San Zai'er, having almost completed its growth, could even perform tasks like driving, and did so more steadily than most people. Of course, San Zai'er, being a snake, naturally disliked driving, but under the threat of Detective Wen, it had no choice but to learn skills it shouldn't have to.
Suddenly, the car jolted violently, and Wen Wen almost fell off the roof. If not for his strong sense of balance, he would have been thrown off.
"San Zai'er, you better drive properly! If you damage my car, I'll feed you toenails tonight," Wen Wen said, poking his head down from the roof and glaring at San Zai'er.
San Zai'er swayed its snake head and made whimpering sounds to refute Wen Wen, as if to say it wasn't its fault.
After scolding San Zai'er a few times, Wen Wen suddenly froze. The sound from earlier seemed a bit off. He quickly jumped down, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. His car tire had been punctured! This car was worth at least seven figures, and the repair cost would be considerable.
Wen Wen looked around and spotted a motel nearby that also offered car repair services. Who had damaged his car? The answer seemed obvious.
Wen Wen lifted the car and stored it in the containment facility. Then, with a wave of his hand, San Zai'er crawled onto his shoulder and transformed into a scarf-like shape around his neck. He then put on a pair of large sunglasses, stuck a cigarette holder in his mouth, and with an unfriendly expression, walked to the motel door and pushed it open. If he didn't make those who damaged his car pay a price, he would have his name read backward.
The ground floor of the motel was a small restaurant for travelers.
"Get out, don't come in. We don't serve customers here," a woman with an unappealing appearance said to Wen Wen in an agitated tone.
Wen Wen was taken aback. Shouldn't these bandits on the road lure people in to rip them off? Why were they chasing people away? Were they looking for trouble?
Wen Wen took a step back and saw several people inside looking dejected, some even with pale faces.
"Tsk, I understand. You have a new tactic: to drive passersby into a desperate situation before presenting your terms."
Since they wouldn't let him in, Wen Wen insisted on entering. He pretended to exhale a spiral of smoke and forcefully pushed the door open.
The woman stomped her feet in anger, her voice on the verge of tears, "I told you not to come in, so why did you? It's over, everything is over!"
Wen Wen said through the cigarette holder, "Yes, it's over. You punctured my tire. If you don't give me an explanation, I won't let this go." Even with the cigarette holder in his mouth, his speech was perfectly clear.
An old man with thinning hair sighed and said, "...Those weren't our nails. We never do such wicked things. But it's pointless to argue about this now."
"What, it's pointless? I..."
Wen Wen was about to launch into a tirade when he suddenly froze. He saw a bronze statue in front of the motel counter. It depicted a dancing woman, her posture graceful, like a living dancer.
This statue... was very strange! Wen Wen didn't sense any supernatural power from the statue, but that didn't mean anything. When Wen Wen acquired the Philosophy Bracelet, inspiration had not played any role. Once containment items were involved, inspiration's effect was quite limited. Some containment items didn't even emit any supernatural aura, yet they could still exhibit astonishing power. For example, the Broken Knee Puppet. Perhaps due to his extensive contact with containment items compared to ordinary people, Wen Wen had an intuition that this statue was a containment item!
Furthermore, there wasn't just a containment item here; there were also superhumans! Wen Wen's gaze fell upon a young man sitting by the window. He was small and thin, with a disproportionately large head, bushy eyebrows, and small eyes. He held a cup of warm water, trembling slightly, his expression weak and颓废, making him look utterly pathetic.
"No wonder the people in this motel seem a bit off. The problem might lie with you."