Cause and Effect

After listening to Lin Xia's words, Yan Dongxu finally understood what had happened.

He took out the gene medicine and said plainly: "This was left on my bed when Zhao Police Officer teleported over this morning. You can give it to Du Sen."

Lin Xia waved his hand to refuse, "It's better if you hand it to him yourself, I don't have time to run errands."

Lin Xia was exceptionally lazy, mainly because he didn't want any trouble.

The Death Coffin gave him a headache, he didn't want anything to do with them at all.

He had finally gotten some peaceful days to enjoy, he didn't want them disturbed because of a bottle of medicine.

"Fine." Yan Dongxu was speechless.

He thought to himself that this guy wasn't responsible at all, lacking the duty and resolve of a special department member.

In fact, Yan Dongxu hadn't experienced the knife-edge, blood-licking life, so he couldn't understand Lin Xia's mentality at the moment.

Lin Xia played at his house for a while, then took a call and rushed off.

The room was left with only Yan Dongxu, and he suddenly felt bored.

He called Zhou Quan to ask about Yan Xinran's situation.

He wanted to bring his sister back, they hadn't been apart for years and it felt a bit odd at the moment.

He felt strangely empty, like something was missing - very unsettled.

Zhou Quan said Yan Xinran was having a great time playing at their house, practically tearing it down.

Now Zhou Quan had gone to the Superhuman Headquarters for work and didn't have time to chat, soon hanging up after saying he'd call Yan Dongxu back tonight.

But before hanging up Zhou Quan told him to send a bank account number, the Superhuman Headquarters wanted to pay him a bonus.

Yan Dongxu didn't hesitate, sending the number over as soon as he hung up.

About an hour later, he received a transfer confirmation message.

Suddenly coming into five million yuan, he was overjoyed.

The leaders of the Superhuman Headquarters really kept their word, not equivocating at all.

If he wished, he could freely enjoy himself with this money for a while.

Forget about work and worries, freely and merrily living for a time.

But he didn't want to give up his current popularity, wanting to keep striving while still young.

Opening up his computer, he started writing songs.

Of course, he didn't have that kind of talent.

He wrote songs from his old world entirely from memory.

He could find someone to arrange them later.

After finishing up he sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate.

Ever since getting to know Zhao Xiaofei his interest in superpowers grew more and more.

If he could obtain that kind of spatial manipulation ability, wouldn't that be awesome?

Although he felt it unlikely, in the end he still had to try.

This world was already unbelievable, there should be nothing that couldn't be accomplished.

After meditating for a few hours, he didn't have the same experience as last night.

Growing increasingly impatient, he got up to research some more.

He discovered last night's situation was extremely similar to entering concentration and astral projection.

For those practicing meditation, this was a rare opportunity.

According to what was online, this was a grand karmic opportunity, able to attain great wisdom.

After Yan Dongxu understood he was so angry he wanted to curse.

A rare opportunity, yet interrupted by a push from Xu Yiyi.

Although shamelessly going at it for a few hours was a worthwhile trade off, compared to the astral projection it was an awful loss.

He made a simple dinner by himself, and after eating he started a livestream.

As soon as it began, hordes of viewers flooded in.

[What on earth happened? That gunfight is too thrilling!]

[I saw the news, Du Sen led the team against gangsters, over fifty gangsters annihilated, that’s too fierce!]

[How did you end up at the hospital?]

[Fortunately Zhao Qingqing didn't die, though her family seems quite powerful.]

[Zhao Yunyun is my classmate, but she's an orphan! How does she suddenly have a sister?]

...

The audience frantically tried to get information.

Yan Dongxu didn't know how best to answer.

"Zhao Qingqing left my place around three last night after getting a call."

"Said it was to carry out a mission, then suddenly teleported onto my bed covered in blood around six."

"I immediately called an ambulance, as well as calling Du Sen."

"Du Sen flew over in less than a minute to take Zhao Qingqing away."

"After being admitted to the hospital, superhuman doctors were also called in to treat the injured. In the end, all of those hurt were saved."

"Unfortunately, nothing could be done for those killed at the scene, not even by the superhuman doctors."

He gave the viewers a simple overview of what happened.

The audience obediently ate it up.

[Some saw you with a silver-haired man with spatial abilities, even teleporting away for a while.]

[That guy is so handsome. Where did you two go?]

"We went to the rooftop next to the crime scene. After Du Sen finished the mission we returned to the hospital."

Yan Dongxu didn't avoid the subject, since his entire time at the hospital was recorded he didn't need to lie.

As for the gangsters' background, he didn't answer.

Because that was police business.

He also didn't talk about the Xiamu Bio-pharmaceutical Co. affair.

Of course, some did record Du Sen handing the gene medicine over to Zhao Yunyun.

[What is that gene medicine?]

[What's the Death Coffin?]

[Can the gene medicine give you superpowers if you take it?]

[If there really is such a magical medicine, I'd spend a fortune to buy some.]

[So people have already started researching it, great.]

[If it already exists, it probably won't be long until it spreads right?]

[Don't be silly, if everyone had superpowers wouldn't the world fall into chaos?]

[Yeah yeah, no need to sit in traffic just fly straight to work. That would be pretty cool though.]

...

Yan Dongxu didn't need to say much for this stream, just showing his face at the computer was enough.

The audience was like a massive chatroom, chatting more and more happily, opening up endless flights of fancy.

[The Death Coffin is probably an evil superhuman organization right?]

[I think so too, the name totally sounds like a villain group.]

[If there are bad guys among superhumans, who's going to guarantee our safety?]

...

The atmosphere in the stream gradually became uneasy, Yan Dongxu could feel the audience's panic.

"If the Death Coffin really are villains, there's also the Superhuman Alliance to deal with them, everyone shouldn't worry."

"I just tuned in today, so I'll end my stream here. Signing off now."

Worried about causing unnecessary controversy, he appropriately chose to end the stream.

[You have to stream again at six tomorrow morning sharp!]

[Don't miss the six o'clock show!]

[If you don't stream tomorrow morning, we'll come find your house!]

...

The audience reminded and threatened parting words.

Now even his home address wasn't a secret.

Reporters and paparazzi had tailed him back to his neighborhood, it couldn't be helped.

He decided he'd move elsewhere after a while.

After washing up he immediately went to bed, the dream-like experiences these past two days leaving him exhausted.

Most importantly, last night he was nearly drained dry and on top of that got barely any sleep these last few hours - no wonder he was tired.

A full night's deep sleep and in the morning, still dreaming, his nose twitched a few times.

He dreamed the toilet in his house exploded.

The more he sniffed the more he felt something was off, this didn't seem like just a dream!