“Wang Wei, are you interested in becoming the Director?”
The moment the door to the Inspectorate closed, Fang Yuan blurted out this question out of nowhere.
Qi Shan, who was drinking water, spewed a mouthful out in shock. Flustered and scrambling, he hurriedly dealt with the documents soaked on his desk.
Fortunately, those documents were kept in specialized waterproof pouches, so he only needed to wipe the water off.
As he wiped, he perked up his ears to catch their conversation.
Jiang Qiehuo rolled her eyes slightly and shot a glare over at Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan asked once more, “After seeing how the Inspectorate is completely fractured from the inside, have you ever thought about becoming the Director?”
Although Wang Wei did not know the purpose of Fang Yuan's question, she still answered in a serious tone:
“Just because the Inspectorate is fractured does not mean everyone inside has taken the wrong path.”
“At least where I stand, we are still serving the people.”
Fang Yuan pressed further, “Then if the inside of the Inspectorate is even more corrupt than you imagine, would you want to resign?”
Wang Wei knitted her brows slightly and shook her head decisively. “No, I won't resign.”
“Joining the Inspectorate was my dream, and contributing to human society is my original aspiration. I will never change these two things.”
“If the Inspectorate has already decayed from corruption, then I will climb to the top until I hold the power to set everything right.”
Her voice resounded with clear, forceful articulation, sounding like a solemn oath.
Yet a frivolous whistle shattered this solemn, quiet atmosphere. The corners of Fang Yuan's lips curled up as she whistled playfully at Wang Wei.
“Then allow me to be the first to call you Director Wang Wei out of respect.”
She offered the obvious joke with a grinning, playful face. Wang Wei still told her with a bit of solemnity that she shouldn't toss around that title lightheartedly, but Fang Yuan quickly brushed it off with smooth talk.
Jiang Qiehuo was escorted into the interrogation room by Wang Wei.
She was exceptionally cooperative with all of Wang Wei and Qi Shan's instructions, answering all of their questions.
However, on the sole point of murder, she firmly refused to admit to it.
What a joke, like hell she'd admit to it!
She hadn't killed anyone in the first place!
Even if she killed someone with a borrowed knife, she still wasn't the one who physically did it!
What did that have to do with her?!
Speaking of which, where was Fang Yuan?! Didn't they agree that if she acted as the blade, Fang Yuan would take her out of the Inspectorate?!
Jiang Qiehuo patiently complied through Wang Wei and Qi Shan's entire procedure. By the time it was all done, the sky outside had already darkened.
In the end, the conclusion Wang Wei reached was—as a prime suspect, Jiang Qiehuo had to be detained until the truth was uncovered.
She had said “I didn't kill anyone” at least a hundred times, wearing her lips ragged, yet absolutely no one believed her!
That damn Fang Yuan better take her out of this Inspectorate tonight!
“I, Jiang Qiehuo, am not some soft persimmon you can just push around!!!”
“Persimmon? Is your real name Jiang Persimmon?”
Jiang Qiehuo, who had blurted out her internal thoughts from inexplicable frustration, met the eyes of Fang Yuan, who had opened the interrogation room door and poked her head inside.
Jiang Qiehuo: “?”
She just opened the door and walked right in, fair and square?
Where was Wang Wei? Where was Qi Shan? Where were the other inspectors?
Was no one going to stop her?
Jiang Qiehuo simply stared as Fang Yuan, wearing gloves, pulled out a wire, shoved it into the handcuffs' lock mechanism, fiddled with it for a bit, and with a click, unlocked the handcuffs.
Jiang Qiehuo: “............”
She flexed her wrists, her eyes shifting across Fang Yuan's face with a complicated expression.
“What did you do before this?”
Fang Yuan tossed the handcuffs aside and answered, “Being a king, the boss of a domain. You know how it is—can never have too many skills.”
Jiang Qiehuo: “..................”
Nowadays, even gangsters can become Candidates for godhood?
Jiang Qiehuo, following Fang Yuan out of the interrogation room only to discover the hallway filled with sleeping inspectors: “...........?”
Her expression turned even more complex, and her gaze toward Fang Yuan grew increasingly vigilant.
“What happened to them...”
Fang Yuan cast an indifferent glance around. “Oh, I just told them they were very tired and it was time to sleep.”
Jiang Qiehuo: “........What about the security cameras?”
Fang Yuan gave her a strange look. “Turned off, obviously. Otherwise, why would I be walking around so openly?”
Jiang Qiehuo: “..........”
Could her third 【Blessing】 be some kind of ability that forces absolute obedience?
That still sounds like a 【Blessing】 from the God of Illusory Dreams, doesn't it?
Did she make them dream a dream where they obeyed her every word?
Jiang Qiehuo was skeptical, but she was already beginning to lean toward this deduction.
Otherwise, no other phenomenon could explain the current situation!
Fang Yuan pushed open a window and tilted her head back toward Jiang Qiehuo. “Even though it's night, there are a lot of people outside. Don't go through the main entrance, or you'll become famous in an instant!”
Jiang Qiehuo followed her out the window, conveniently pulling it shut behind them.
She wrapped her jacket tightly around herself, pulled her hoodie over her head, and kept her head down as low as possible.
“I want you to pull a person into an illusory dream, into the same dream with me.”
Fang Yuan suddenly stopped in her tracks and reached out to press a hand against Jiang Qiehuo's head just before she bumped into her.
“I've heard about people with the surname Jiang. The Jiang family holds no small position, so surely you have a way to meet that person.”
Jiang Qiehuo looked up slightly. Fang Yuan was half a head taller than her; perhaps because of the height difference, she always felt an inexplicably strange sense of pressure emanating from Fang Yuan.
She asked, “Who?”
But soon, she formed a deduction.
“The Director of the Inspectorate, Gu Ruohua?”
Fang Yuan's eyes curved. “See? You already know, don't you? Why even ask me?”
Jiang Qiehuo could not read those crimson eyes of hers.
“You want Wang Wei to take the position of Director? Why? Because of her philosophy, her original aspiration?”
“But can she hold it securely? Her philosophy places humanity above the Inspectorate—those divine lapdogs will definitely make her die a horrible death.”
Fang Yuan spoke in a relaxed tone, as if chatting casually about trivial matters.
“So if possible, I still hope you can pull everyone in the Inspectorate into the dream. Of course, the more, the better.”
“The Inspectorate can only belong to humans, and the position of Director shouldn't be occupied by those God Supremacist brainless fools either, right?”
Fang Yuan straightened her hood for her, tucking the purple tips of her short hair inside.
“As for what kind of dream... since those divine lapdogs believe in gods so much, I'll begrudgingly play the role of the god in their hearts, shall I?”
Fang Yuan patted her shoulder, brushing off dust from her clothes with her fingertips.
“Keep up the good work, Jiang Qiehuo. The day after tomorrow is the 【God Selection】. I hope you can pull us into the dream tomorrow!”
As Fang Yuan spoke, her right hand swept across Jiang Qiehuo's face, a rhythmic rustling sound floating from her left ear to her right.
A subtle suggestion to prevent you from trying any funny business in the dream.
“You'll follow my instructions properly, right?”
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