Zhu Qipei carried the lifelike doll into the adjacent room and closed the door.
Wen Wen put on his headphones, took out a detective suspense novel titled "Green Wilderness," and began to savor it.
He enjoyed this type of novel. Despite many aspects being questionable for a professional detective, Wen Wen still learned many clever tactics from them.
Since acquiring the black briefcase, Wen Wen always carried many books with him.
After every transaction, Wen Wen had to wait for Zhu Qipei for a period, which depended on Zhu Qipei's physiological state. This seemed to have become a routine.
About an hour later, Zhu Qipei emerged from the adjacent room, his face flushed with vigor, and sat opposite Wen Wen.
"Now it's time for the news. I guarantee this information is absolutely worth what you gave me. Do you know Liu Kewei?"
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow and said, "The boss of Kewei Company?"
"That's right. He retired many years ago and is now living in seclusion in Furong River City, having built his own private collection museum to house everything he's collected in his life."
"And in that museum, there is a very powerful mysterious object, what you demon hunters call a contained item."
"A contained item collected by an ordinary person?" Wen Wen asked, skeptical.
Zhu Qipei added, "The item is very well hidden. Even I can only confirm its presence, but I don't know what the item is."
Wen Wen's skepticism deepened. He suspected the pig-headed man was exaggerating to get a better price for his wares.
"You're not even sure what it is, so how do you know it's powerful?"
Zhu Qipei's expression flickered slightly, and he vaguely replied to Wen Wen, "You'll know why I say it's powerful when you see it with your own eyes."
Wen Wen felt confused, unable to grasp the meaning. After a moment of silence, another thought occurred to him.
"You're being so vague, it's not worth the price of the doll I gave you. Do you know the price I paid for that doll? As compensation, you should answer some questions for me."
Zhu Qipei felt guilty and agreed. He didn't know that the material cost for that doll was merely two sows.
"Superhumans, residents of your inner world, contained items, and super weapons – how are these categories distinguished?"
Wen Wen had thought he understood these distinctions clearly, but after encountering a creature-like contained item such as the human-headed dog, he had become unsure.
Zhu Qipei looked at Wen Wen with surprise and said, "Tsk, you've reached this level of strength, and you still don't know this?"
Wen Wen rubbed his nose. As an unaligned, rogue superhuman, he truly was unclear about the intricate details.
"Let me explain it simply. Whether it's a human or a beast, anyone who wields superhuman power is a superhuman. In this regard, we residents of the inner world are the same as you."
"As for things that contain decipherable superhuman power, possess stable properties, and can be easily controlled by the user, those are super weapons."
"And those that contain undecipherable superhuman power, are dominated by superhuman power, and possess incredible abilities are contained items. In other words, whether it manifests as a person, an object, or a beast, anything that is closer to superhuman power itself is a contained item."
Wen Wen cited the example of the human-headed dog, saying, "However, I previously encountered a dog that was indeed using its abilities with its own will, but it was classified as a contained item..."
"Either that classification is wrong, or what you saw was an external manifestation of superhuman power, not a real dog," Zhu Qipei stated definitively.
"But how can superhuman power be a dog?" Wen Wen was still somewhat disbelieving.
"Who told you that superhuman power couldn't be a dog?"
Wen Wen pondered for a moment and felt that Zhu Qipei's point was not without merit. Even superhumans needed to eat, drink, defecate, and sleep.
The human-headed dog, however, neither ate nor drank, and it didn't seem to feel lonely staying in such a confined space...
Afterward, Wen Wen asked a few more questions that Zhu Qipei considered rather foolish before leaving Furong Little Kitchen.
Having obtained the information, it was time to act.
He now needed to plan his infiltration of Zhang Kewei's private museum to steal that contained item.
Wen Wen had some understanding of Zhang Kewei.
Because he was wealthy and influential, a top-tier patron, Zhang Kewei was precisely the kind of client a private detective like Wen Wen would idealize.
Unfortunately, Wen Wen had never been hired by a magnate of that caliber...
Zhang Kewei, male, seventy-five years old.
He entered business at the age of eighteen, starting from scratch and building a vast empire.
The company primarily dealt in various electronic products and communication equipment, with its tentacles reaching into many fields. Even now, Kewei Group remained a top five hundred enterprise in the Federation.
Zhang Kewei himself held over sixty percent of the group's shares.
He no longer managed the company but was still someone no one dared to underestimate.
Having become a freelance hunter, Wen Wen knew that magnates like Zhang Kewei were usually under special care from the Hunter's Association, and might even have connections to the world of superhumans themselves.
After all, for figures of this caliber, if they were easily attacked by supernatural forces, the resulting losses and chaos would be far more severe than the Furong River Park incident.
Therefore, attempting to steal from his private museum with a head-on assault, like bandits raiding a village, was out of the question.
He needed to identify the target, find an opportunity to infiltrate, take the item, and leave immediately.
However, that museum was only open to individuals with a certain status and standing: officials, artists, educators, prominent businessmen, and so on.
Clearly, a 'great detective' like Wen Wen was not on the invitation list...
If he used the Hunter's Association channels, he could certainly gain entry. But if the theft were discovered, it might lead to suspicion falling on Wen Wen.
After some thought, Wen Wen opened his computer, logged onto a website, and began conducting a clandestine transaction.
On the top right corner of this website, three large letters were displayed: S.C.P!
It was a company inaccessible to ordinary people, known only to detectives like Wen Wen and some clandestine workers.
Its full name was Super Copypaper Company.
Simply put, it was a company specializing in creating fake identification and forged documents for those in need. After becoming a freelance hunter, Wen Wen learned that this company could also forge identities for superhumans.
Additionally, the company also undertook document forgery work, making it a valuable helper for people like Wen Wen.