Chu Xiao calmed down and gazed at the beautiful... horse? It was a horse, he thought, feeling a bit like he was in a dream.

He used to be a top detective, a man of science and materialism. Chu Xiao always believed that no crime he handled was insurmountable, after all, he had studied Chinese martial arts for over a decade. But now, he's starting to doubt life, wondering if fate is playing a cruel joke on him.

God, he only wants to live in a materialistic world, please don't make him suffer experiences that are not appropriate for his age.

"...Officer, please hold on tight, I'm about to speed up." Running in the rain, Lu Shu's eyesight was still excellent, and there was no incident of crashing into clouds or planes. It also thoughtfully set up a barrier for Chu Xiao, allowing him to breathe freely at high altitudes without being cut by the wind blades.

Chu Xiao took a deep breath. "Okay, thank you. You..."

His doubts compelled him to ask questions. Although it felt surreal, he was also itching to know more.

"Wu Yue is my little master, and my name is Lu Shu." The red-tailed horse introduced itself to the man it was meeting for the first time in a silly and innocent way: "I am a mythical beast from the mountains and seas."

Chu Xiao nodded, seemingly confused but understanding: "Okay, I understand. Thank you again."

After a few moments' pause, Chu Xiao turned around and saw that the masked figures were no longer following them, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems he's stopped chasing me, Mr. Lu Shu. Could you please take me home?" Chu Xiao felt a pang of heartache. His beloved car, the car he had just bought, was abandoned on the roadside. The car window was broken, and not only was the glass shattered all over the ground, but the rain was also pouring in through the crack, which was going to ruin his expensive car seats.

"inappropriate."

Lu Shu said, "I bet that mask is waiting for you at your house right now, and it won't stop until it gets rid of you."

“Like this…” Chu Xiao had never been so dazed. He murmured softly, and finally gave up on going home.

My life is more important, so I'll listen to the boss.

He thought for a moment, then called Yang Lianhai again. Luckily, he had put his phone in his pocket at the time, otherwise the pain would have been even worse.

"Old Yang, my car is on Hongchen Road, yes, the one I just picked up... I need someone to tow it away for me to get it repaired."

Yang Lianhai exclaimed, "Boss, didn't you just pick up that car a few days ago? What happened?"

"Stop talking, I almost lost my life." Chu Xiao spat coldly, his pent-up anger rising in his chest, making him want to take a gun and shoot the mask a dozen more times.

"What... Boss, what happened to you?" Yang Lianhai was horrified. He didn't want to believe it: "Could it be that the murderer in this case has come after you?"

"Now I know who the murderer is," Chu Xiao sneered. "It's good that it came to me personally."

"who?"

"A Peking Opera mask. It's not an ordinary mask, it's a mask that smiles at you, and it smashed my car window. Old Yang, can you call someone to tow it for me first..." With the danger temporarily averted, Chu Xiao's mind was now filled with thoughts of his beloved car.

Yang Lianhai was probably too shocked by Chu Xiao's answer to speak. There was a long silence on the other end of the line for more than ten seconds before he slowly said, "Mask? The murderer is Mask... Boss, I'm telling you, if this kind of thing is reported, we'll all be fired, you believe me?"

Chu Xiao rolled his eyes: "You've been with me for so long, don't you know what I'm like? Would I joke about something like this with you? You have to believe it whether you believe it or not. Your boss almost died young just now because of the mask that tried to kill me."