Chapter 59: Why Don't We Stay for a While?

Yang Fan woke with a start...
“What happened?”
...
The scream was piercingly loud, especially in the dead of night, making the air feel even colder and more sinister.
Wu Qian and Xia Yufei were both startled awake, each clinging tightly to Yang Fan.
No, this wasn’t a cozy night under the same blanket—though Yang Fan wouldn’t have minded. It was just that both Xia Yufei and Wu Qian happened to be on their periods, so all night long, Yang Fan’s only role was to soothe their aching bellies.
Thinking about it, his situation was rather pitiful—of the five women connected to him, three had left, and the remaining two were untouchable for the time being.
At that moment, shaken by the midnight commotion, the two women clung to Yang Fan even more desperately, genuinely terrified.
The screams weren’t just a one-off, but came again and again.
Drowsy as he was, Yang Fan’s Eye of Skynet flared to life the moment he awoke, and he saw, in a shadowy corner, a girl of seventeen or eighteen shivering uncontrollably.
Her clothes were disheveled, and beside her lay a man bleeding out, a knife plunged deep into his chest, utterly motionless.
The girl clutched her head and screamed again, rousing every sleeping resident.
Lights flickered on one after another, followed by curses.
“Who the hell is making that noise in the middle of the night?”
Several security guards, wielding flashlights, followed the sounds and soon their faces changed dramatically.
“Old Jia, call the police—there’s a dead man!”
Old Jia’s hands shook as he fumbled for his phone and dialed immediately. The crowd peering from their windows at the corner scene paled, each quickly shutting their windows.
“What bad luck!”
“Can’t even get a good night’s sleep!”
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The residents of this complex were all wealthy or influential, and none would involve themselves, especially not in a murder. For people of their standing, such an incident was a stroke of terrible luck.
And the girl’s shrill cries only cut sharper through the night.
Yang Fan watched through the Eye of Skynet, one arm around each woman, murmuring reassurances.
In that corner, the girl seemed deeply traumatized, and the security guards dared not approach. Fortunately, the Taining police were efficient—within ten minutes, two patrol cars arrived, sirens wailing.

Yang Fan didn’t move. If this had happened out in the wilderness, he would have intervened without hesitation, but here in the residential complex, it wouldn’t do to steal the police officers’ thunder.
Soon, the police arrived. The girl’s screams persisted as the paramedics, forensic team, and officers sealed off the scene.
Among them was a distinctive female officer—seemingly the leader. She approached the girl and questioned her, but the girl only shook her head vigorously.
Yet, as the officer turned away, Yang Fan, with his gift, noticed a glint of icy calculation in the girl’s eyes.
When the officer looked back, the girl was once again the picture of terror.
“Sister Xi, the man is dead. Preliminary findings indicate the cause of death was the knife wound to the heart. Estimated time of death is between fifteen and thirty minutes ago—in other words, just now. The exact circumstances will need further investigation.”
Officer Xi nodded, then turned to the girl and patted her gently. “Don’t be afraid. If this scum intended to harm you, we will make sure justice is done.”
Next came the canvassing for witnesses. Yang Fan knew any hope of restful sleep was gone.
He sighed, patting Wu Qian and Xia Yufei.
“Maybe we should sleep somewhere else,” Wu Qian said anxiously.
“We can’t leave now. Let’s get through the night, and tomorrow I’ll find a new place for you. It’s not safe here anymore,” Yang Fan replied.
Wu Qian nodded. With a death in the complex, she wouldn’t dare sleep alone—she’d probably suffer nightmares for a long time.
Soon enough, there was a knock at their door.
“Hello, police! Please open up!”
The officers were conducting late-night interviews, patrolling, and looking for clues about the girl, who remained utterly silent, only shaking her head.
Another team had gone to check the surveillance footage. The officers knocked door to door, and by the time they reached the fourth floor, Yang Fan knew it was his turn. Xia Yufei and Wu Qian clung to him, unwilling to let him go. He didn’t want to get up either, but knowing the officers’ dedication, he relented.
“It’s alright, I’ll handle it. Otherwise, they’ll just keep knocking. Listen—they’re still knocking at the doors below.”
The two women nodded fearfully, truly frightened by what had happened downstairs.
Yang Fan quickly dressed. The moment he entered the living room, the officers pounded on his door. Yang Fan opened it.
“Who’s knocking in the middle of the night? Can’t we get any sleep around here?” he grumbled, echoing his neighbors’ complaints.
“Hello, sir. We’re the police.”
It was the female officer, accompanied by the girl.
“What do you want?” Yang Fan snapped.
“There’s been a homicide in the complex. Please cooperate with our investigation.” The officer showed her badge and asked, “Sir, have you seen this girl before?”

Yang Fan looked at the girl. His Eye of Skynet did not lie—something was off about her.
Feigning careful scrutiny, he locked eyes with her. In that moment, his memory-reading ability activated, probing her thoughts.
But her memories were a chaotic jumble; for the same scene, same time and place, there were two entirely different versions.
“Sir, do you know her?” the officer prompted.
“No, I don’t,” Yang Fan replied, snapping back to himself.
“Were you already asleep when the incident took place?”
“Yes, I was,” Yang Fan answered, sifting through her memories while pondering how to warn the officer.
Still, who would believe him if he spoke?
Moreover, the girl’s trembling seemed too deliberate—she was clearly up to something.
“Lease, real-time psychological scan,” Yang Fan intoned inwardly, designating the girl as the target. The effect took hold within seconds, his expression betraying nothing.
“Sir, do you live alone?”
“Why? Do you want to move in with me?” Yang Fan suddenly grinned. Don’t blame me—I’m only trying to save you.
The officers behind her were dumbfounded. Was he really flirting with her in the middle of an investigation?
Even the female officer was momentarily speechless.
“It’s fine—just stay here for a while. I have plenty of money, really. Don’t worry, you can live here from now on. My wife won’t find out,” Yang Fan added, pulling out a few bills for effect.
The other officers nearly coughed up blood. You have a wife, yet you want to keep a female officer? Are you out of your mind?
What they didn’t know was that, as Yang Fan produced the money, he imprinted a message on the bills through a special technique.
“Please take this seriously. Do you live alone?”
“Or why don’t we just try living together now?” Yang Fan said, his hand pausing everyone with a spell of suspended motion. He pressed the female officer gently against the wall.
He had to use this close contact to warn her.