Chapter 214 Only I Was Not Included

Shen Yuepo raised her face, a smile playing on her lips, "Feng Jin, you understand me."

Feng Jin looked at her and suddenly sighed.

The sigh was deep and long, deliberately tinged with sorrow:

"Alas... some people don't understand me. My heart is split in two; one half pities the suffering of all beings, the other half guides the souls of the world..."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and lightly traced a line across the back of her neck with his fingertip, saying, "I'm the only one not included."

Shen Yuepo: "..."

"Feng Jin, be reasonable."

She was so angry that she suddenly opened her mouth and, through her thin pajamas, bit his chest lightly.

I didn't get the position right this time.

Her teeth struck the slightly raised contour precisely.

"..."

Both of them froze at the same time.

After a long silence, Feng Jin's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Chen Yuepo! Do you still want to sleep tonight?"

The mountain fog had not yet dissipated by the next morning.

There were three cars parked at the foot of the mountain, with a black SUV at the front.

Zhao Yan leaned against the car door. He wasn't wearing his police uniform today; he had changed into a dark blue casual jacket, zipped up to the collar.

He was holding a portable ashtray in his hand, with two or three extinguished cigarette butts already piled up at the bottom.

Upon seeing Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, he immediately stood up straight, rubbed his face, and strode over to them.

When he got closer, he opened his mouth as if to say something.

Finally, his Adam's apple bobbed, which turned into a solemn salute.

After Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin got into the car, Zhao Yan sat in the passenger seat and signaled the driver to start the car.

Zhao Yan glanced at Shen Yuepo through the rearview mirror, took a deep breath, and then said, "Master Shen, we really owe you a lot this time."

"The anti-narcotics team said they've been monitoring Han Xiao and his gang for several years. Over those years..."

He paused, his shoulders beneath his jacket shrugging slightly before relaxing again. "Three undercover agents were lost, and two comrades on the front lines were killed. And..."

He raised his hand to wipe his face, his voice lowering:

"There are also four families who have been torn apart and killed because of retaliation from drug dealers."

Zhao Yan's hands rested on his knees, his fingers clenched, his knuckles white.

“The small fry we caught before were used to pay Han Xiao. But this guy is too slippery. He uses decoys for most of the transactions and changes his residence three times a day.”

“Now the people have been caught, and the chain of evidence is complete.” Zhao Yan looked at the winding mountain road ahead, “but those comrades who sacrificed their lives… will never come back.”

Shen Yuepo did not respond.

Her gaze fell on the window, where the guardrails beside the mountain road rushed past, their stainless steel surfaces reflecting the cold sunlight.

After a long silence, she said softly:

“Even if such a person is sentenced to death ten times, it wouldn’t be worth the life of a narcotics officer.”

Silence fell inside the car.

The only sound was the soft rustling of tires rolling over the asphalt road.

A detention center in the suburbs.

The gray-white high walls stretch out, and the armed police on duty stand at the sentry posts with their guns pointed upwards, exuding a chilling aura.

Zhao Yan's car was parked at the side entrance marked with a special lane. He got out of the car first, took out his ID from the inside pocket of his jacket, and handed it to the officer on duty.

The on-duty police officer took the identification and carefully checked it before letting him pass.

After passing through door after door, we finally stopped in front of a light gray door without any markings.

The door was made of frosted glass, and you could vaguely see the figures moving inside.

Zhao Yan knocked on the door three times with a distinct rhythm.

The door opened from the inside, revealing a crew-cut man in a black tactical jacket with sharp eyes and a Special Cases Bureau badge pinned above his left breast pocket.

"Team Leader Zhao, everything is arranged."

The crew-cut man lowered his voice and stepped aside to make way, saying, "All electronic devices have been blocked."

Zhao Yan nodded and stepped aside to gesture for Shen Yuepo to go inside.

The interview room was very small, about ten square meters.

A silver-gray metal square table with rounded, blunt corners.

A black plastic chair fixed to the ground, its legs welded to bolts in the ground.

Han Xiao was already sitting in the chair at the back.

He was wearing an orange prison uniform, with heavy shackles on his hands and feet.

His gaze swept over Shen Yuepo.

Finally, it landed on her empty hands.

There were no document folders, no recording equipment, and not even a pen.

"Who are you?"

Han Xiao asked, his voice hoarse, carrying the tearing sensation left after shouting.

"A lawyer? A reporter? Or..." He grinned, revealing a cold sneer mixed with probing and impatience, "Someone sent by higher-ups to do some work?"

Shen Yuepo remained silent.

He slowly raised his left hand, and the Reincarnation Ring on his finger suddenly lit up, a soft white light flowing out.

They silently gathered in the air, outlining a blurry figure.

The outline gradually became clear, revealing what the soul looked like in its previous life.

Han Xiao stopped breathing upon seeing this scene.

He stared intently at the gradually forming figure, his eyes almost bursting, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty, but he couldn't utter a sound.

Only two words, crushed within his chest, managed to escape hoarsely:

"Ah...Yuan?"

Since Jiang Yuan's death, Daoist Youxu nailed her three souls into the coffin, and Han Xiao has never seen her again.

Even if it's just a phantom of a soul.

When Gyu-won's soul fully manifested, she was wearing her most frequently worn black training uniform.

She floated down to the ground, her feet barely touching the ground, feeling weightless, yet standing as straight as a pine tree.

Her gaze fell on Han Xiao's face.

There was no hatred, no resentment, not even disgust in his eyes, only calmness.

Han Xiao stared in shock, unable to utter a sound for several seconds.

Then he shook his head violently, the shackles rattling with the movement:

"No...you're not A-Yuan, you're not...she doesn't look at me like that..."

Gu Yuan and Shen Yuepo's eyes met briefly.

Gu Yuan nodded very slightly, the movement so small it was almost imperceptible.

Shen Yuepo turned and walked towards the door.

Han Xiao suddenly roared and lunged forward, causing the support chair to shake violently.

"Stop! What have you done to her soul?! You—"

"I'll wait for you outside." Shen Yuepo opened the door, stepped out, and spoke calmly.

Jiang Yuan nodded.

The door to the interview room closed behind him, cutting off Han Xiao's hysterical shouts.

Outside the door was a long, secluded corridor.

Feng Jin leaned against the opposite wall.

His smoky gray shirt blended almost seamlessly into the wall in the darkness, with only the black jade buttons on his cuffs occasionally reflecting a cold light.

When he saw Shen Yuepo come out, he looked up at her, said nothing, and simply reached out his hand.

Shen Yuepo walked over and naturally placed her hand in his palm.

Feng Jin's fingers closed, enveloping her slightly cool fingertips.

His body temperature was always low, but at this moment it was warmer than her hands.

The two leaned against the wall side by side, neither of them speaking.

However, they did not deliberately conceal their divine senses.

indoor.

Han Xiao was still breathing heavily. He stared intently at Gu Yuan, his eyes red-rimmed, but there were no tears, only shock.

"Ah Yuan," his voice trembled, "how could you...you shouldn't...should be..."

“Should I be locked in a grave?” Gu Yuan interrupted him, her voice calm.

"Han Xiao, you're still as ridiculous as ever."