The awkward atmosphere inside the old mansion lingered for a moment.
After the brief interlude, the conversation returned to the main topic.
Evelyn looked at Captain Raymond and asked pleadingly,
"Captain, could you mobilize some police officers? Start by checking along the southern outskirts. I remember many nobles and wealthy merchants who dislike the city's smog prefer living there. If we can pinpoint which mansion Luo Wei is trapped in, the rest can be left to Helena and me."
Captain Raymond listened carefully, then a look of difficulty appeared on his face.
"It's not that I don't want to help..."
“Right now, all the city's police forces are investigating the airship explosion case. The scale of this incident is too big; the Emperor is extremely furious and attaches great importance to it. There's simply no extra manpower to spare...”
"Oh," Evelyn nodded with a smile.
"In any case, I still want to thank you, Captain, for being so busy yet still finding time to come over."
Captain Raymond let out a wry smile. "No need to be polite. Luo Wei and I go way back. In a sense, without him, there wouldn't be the today's me. Since he's in danger, no matter what, I won't stand idly by."
"Since the Captain says so..." Evelyn looked at him and smiled again. "Then I have an idea that might completely resolve this situation."
"What idea?" Captain Raymond asked curiously. "Please speak, and I'll do whatever I can to help."
Evelyn's smile suddenly became enigmatic.
She looked at both the Captain and Helena.
Helena couldn't wait and said, "Just say it already, don't keep us in suspense!"
Evelyn's expression turned serious as she said word by word,
"Luo Wei is one of the potential suspects in the airship explosion case!"
"What!?"
Helena and Captain Raymond both widened their eyes in shock.
"How could my brother be the culprit of the explosion?" Helena exclaimed, her face filled with disbelief.
She quickly explained, "He was with me all day that day, and he almost got killed by the explosion! Are you sleepwalking or something? How could he possibly be a suspect??"
Evelyn gave her a helpless look, a bit disappointed, then turned to Captain Raymond.
Captain Raymond went from initial bewilderment to confusion...
And finally, his eyes lit up.
"That's right! Luo Wei is the suspect in the airship explosion case!"
Helena was even more confused. How could even the Captain joke like this? What kind of riddle were they speaking?
However, in the next moment, it suddenly dawned on Helena.
She looked at Evelyn, who was smiling without saying a word, in astonishment. "You're trying to make this a big deal, aren't you?"
"Seems you're not as dull as I imagined," Evelyn said with a smile.
Such a sarcastic remark, if it were earlier, Helena would have retorted sharply.
But now, she was filled with surprise, as if the seemingly hopeless situation had suddenly been saved.
No matter how powerful the royal family members were, this was a case that had enraged the old Emperor. If they used the pretext of arresting the "suspect" Luo Wei, even if they turned over every private mansion in the south and dug three feet into the ground, those nobles wouldn't dare to complain!
Unconsciously, Helena glanced at Evelyn, whose lips carried a confident smile.
This woman, who seemed lazy like a cat, was actually so deadly when she was serious...
No wonder my brother values her so much...
Somehow, a sour feeling welled up in Helena's heart.
After bidding farewell to Captain Raymond, who had come and gone in a hurry, the two women in the living room looked at each other in silence.
Although there was now hope, Helena still murmured with worry,
"Brother hasn't had any news for so many days..."
"Given his character, he definitely wouldn't submit to such confinement..."
She thought sadly.
"His current state must be extremely dangerous, miserable, and painful..."
...
"Luo Wei! You're sitting on my hair!!"
In front of the warm fireplace, Ophelia on the sofa glared dissatisfiedly at Luo Wei, who looked innocent.
Luo Wei helplessly shifted his body a bit further away from Ophelia.
Looking at Ophelia combing her silvery hair, he curled his lip. He didn't mean to sit on her hair; who asked her to get so close?
But after moving away, her hands unruly hugged him again, as if she had grown attached to Luo Wei.
"Don't you want your hair anymore? Getting so close again?" Luo Wei put down the newspaper and glanced at her.
Instead, Ophelia smiled sweetly and pointed at her bun of hair.
Luo Wei rolled his eyes.
The flames in the fireplace crackled softly, and the room was warm and cozy.
The two were now warmly curled up on the large sofa, reading the newspaper under the bright light.
Ever since she became less cold and dominant, it was as if she had transformed into a different person. The two of them spent the entire day together, with Luo Wei going wherever she followed.
Even she was willing to let Luo Wei read the newly released newspapers.
During Luo Wei's stay here, he had been almost completely cut off from any contact with the outside world. The reason for this was to prevent him from trying to escape. However, today, when she heard Luo Wei wanted to read the newspaper, she actually brought up a stack of freshly printed newspapers from that morning.
It was truly amazing. Who would have thought that the events in the dream would have such an impact on her?
But thinking carefully, the Dreamland was a reflection of her subconscious. She wanted to use this to influence him, not realizing that the influence was mutual.
When she witnessed the shocking scene of his "death" so vividly, and because of that seed planted unconsciously, she would only attribute the tragedy to her own actions.
Guilt, remorse, regret—all these negative emotions were amplified... That's why she had been so careful all day.
She was afraid that in reality, Luo Wei might also be suicidal, especially since, due to the medication, Luo Wei had indeed been somewhat depressed lately.
Everything was too similar to what happened in the dream, and it filled her with fear.
After accompanying Luo Wei to read the newspapers, Ophelia hesitated for a moment, then, as usual, left under the pretext of "working."
Watching her retreating figure, Luo Wei pondered.
Did she want Caroline to hypnotize him again? Was she still obsessed with her plan?
But after dozing on the sofa for quite a while, Caroline didn't appear.
It seemed that Ophelia really had something to do.
The continuous hypnosis, which had lasted for days, was interrupted today, and Luo Wei couldn't help but feel relieved.
It seemed that everything was heading in a positive direction...
But this didn't mean Luo Wei would really let his guard down.
In the days to come, he would still carefully observe Ophelia's every move.
To see if she would truly change according to his expectations.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”