"When I arrived, he was like this. I notified you immediately," Wen Wen said in a low voice.
Lin Zheyuan turned his head and glanced over. Wen Wen's heart sank.
Anger, questioning, suspicion, distrust—the eyes could convey so much.
"You suspect me, of course. It makes sense. The incident happened right after you investigated me. I'd suspect myself too," Wen Wen said with a wry smile.
"Uncle Gong came here to mentor you. Only the two of us knew," Lin Zheyuan said coldly.
Wen Wen shrugged. "I'm not as foolish as you think. If I had something to do with it, I wouldn't choose this time. Besides, Uncle Gong and I had a good talk."
"A good talk..."
Lin Zheyuan reached into Uncle Gong's pocket and pulled out a bloodstained notebook. As he flipped through it and saw Uncle Gong's handwriting, some of the suspicion on Lin Zheyuan's face lessened.
"Do you guarantee that this attack has nothing to do with you?"
"Absolutely nothing, but you probably won't believe me," Wen Wen said calmly.
"It better not."
Lin Zheyuan put away the notebook, signaled for two assistants to carry Uncle Gong away on a stretcher, gave Wen Wen one last deep look, and left the scene.
Uncle Gong had acknowledged Wen Wen. There were no signs of Wen Wen's involvement at the scene, and Wen Wen had been the one to notify Lin Zheyuan. These factors gave him no reason to arrest Wen Wen for interrogation.
However, Lin Zheyuan couldn't help but suspect Wen Wen. The timing and location of the attack were too coincidental. Unless the perpetrator was caught, Wen Wen would forever remain a suspect in his eyes.
Watching the figures of the Hunter Association members retreat, Wen Wen sighed.
He knew he wouldn't be implicated in this attack, but he still felt uncomfortable.
Uncle Gong was one of the few people Wen Wen was grateful to. To see such a person attacked and gravely injured shortly after leaving his home made him unable to feel happy.
At the same time, he felt a pang of indignation at Lin Zheyuan's suspicion. He had been trying to curry favor with the Hunter Association, but he hadn't expected to still be suspected.
This was also why he was reluctant to form many connections with others; people's actions wouldn't necessarily align with Wen Wen's will.
Walking alone on the street, Wen Wen felt a bit dejected. However, with the professionalism of a detective, he quickly calmed himself.
"Heh, I was never one of them anyway. Why should I be upset?"
Those who are easily crushed by emotions can never achieve great things!
With newfound clarity, Wen Wen's steps became lighter. He would continue to follow this attack incident. If he could find the person who attacked Uncle Gong, it would be a way of repaying his debt of gratitude.
Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out, and Wen Wen's hairs stood on end.
He swiftly drew his knife with his left hand, his right hand already on the safety of his gun, and scanned his surroundings warily. He had smelled this scent at the scene of Uncle Gong's attack!
"Who's there?"
"Furious at being suspected, aren't you? Having to follow rules set by others must be uncomfortable, suppressing your true nature must be stifling!"
A black, humanoid creature emerged from the shadows in the corner. Its entire body was black, like a naked man without clothes.
Its face was devoid of features, except for a gaping mouth that stretched to its ears, revealing a terrifying array of sharp, white teeth. It sent shivers down one's spine.
In its hand, it held a delicate little bell, which it gently shook.
"First Uncle Gong, and now it's me?"
Wen Wen warily eyed the black figure, ready to retreat into The Disaster Containment Facility at any moment. If this creature could defeat Uncle Gong so quickly, it wouldn't take much longer to defeat him.
Strangely, the pendant on Wen Wen's chest only felt warm. His vampiric constitution, which would normally warn him of danger, registered no such alarm against this monster, as if the black humanoid wasn't particularly strong.
"What business is it of yours whether I'm furious or not? Are you sick in the head!" With the confirmation that this creature might not be that strong, Wen Wen's confidence grew slightly.
"You and I are alike. No matter how much you pretend to be normal, the madness within you cannot be concealed. We are the same." The black figure's exaggerated mouth moved incessantly, spewing incomprehensible words.
Wen Wen pushed off the ground and lunged at the dark figure. His sharp dagger flashed with a cold, chilling gleam as he plunged it towards the black humanoid.
He felt he couldn't communicate with this black figure, so he decided to act directly.
"Very good, that's the way. Show me more of your strength. I want to see more." The black figure stood its ground, its form twisting irregularly, easily dodging Wen Wen's attack. It continued its psychological assault.
Wen Wen didn't reply. His dagger moved in a blur, but the dark figure, like a wisp of black smoke, shifted and changed, its body contorting to evade every strike.
At the same time, its mouth kept jabbering, urging Wen Wen to stop restraining himself and unleash his true self!
"Annoying!"
Wen Wen snapped his fingers, activating his acid spray. A stream of green liquid shot out from his fingertips, but the dark figure still easily dodged it.
"Acid, huh? An interesting ability, but I'm not interested in that. I can feel a darkness within you that is even deeper than mine. I want to know what that is!"
The black figure said maniacally. The more Wen Wen fought it, the more agitated he became, feeling an urge to destroy everything around him.
"Are you a fly? Buzzing around constantly. You should find a Venus flytrap and crawl into it yourself."
"Do you really think everything I'm saying is nonsense?" The black humanoid took two steps back, its evil, gaping mouth twisting into a grotesque shape.
"Then, why are you smiling?"
Wen Wen, who had been pursuing the black humanoid, abruptly stopped. Startled, he realized he was wearing the same smile as the black figure!
He was enjoying the conversation with the black figure and this battle! Su Dan Novel Network
Wen Wen's eyes widened, and his expression returned to normal. His heart churned like a stormy sea. He had actually become immersed in the black figure's words.
Indeed, a strange restlessness had always resided within Wen Wen. This restlessness had driven him to seek an abnormal life and embark on the path of hunting monsters, yet even so, Wen Wen had never crossed his own line.
Although the black figure lacked facial features, its inherent aura was perfectly conveyed. Under the influence of this aura, Wen Wen was also changing in that direction!
"I can't let this continue. I must resolve this quickly, or I'll go mad!"
The black figure easily and casually dodged Wen Wen's attacks but made no move to strike him, only continuing its psychological torment.
"How should I deal with it!"
Wen Wen suddenly recalled Uncle Gong's previous guidance: before assimilation, to become stronger, one must find their limits and then break through them!