Chapter 1: Mind Reading

 

He's…very mysophobic.

Rumble—

 

The storm was pouring down in a torrent, raindrops pounding against the glass of the car windows and filling the dusk sky with moisture.
The people walking along the road held umbrellas and rushed to and fro, the sound of the rain was mixed with the unending honks of car horns.
It was admisdt this sound of honking that the vehicle slowly started to move.

 

A radio station reported on the weather: “The thunderstorm began last night and has continued until the present.
The average rainfall for this month has surpassed the historical record.
As there is a flooding situation with the roads, citizens are advised to exercise caution when going out.”

 

“Don’t tell me there’s an accident up ahead,” the driver fixed his gaze on the windshield wipers swaying back and forth in front of him, remarking with impatience after listening to the report, “How long is it going to rain for? Of course this road is jammed—”

 

Upon reaching that point, he tilted his head towards the back, directing his speech towards the silhouette sitting in the backseat, “You’re going to……the police station?”

 

Heavy clouds covered the sky, the lighting inside the car was dim.

 

The silhouette sitting there moved a bit, dropping his head and lacing his hands together, resting them on top of a crossed leg.
His legs were wrapped in black denim, and his feet were wearing a pair of leather boots.
The custom, simple leather military boots bore some water droplets from the rain.

 

Since getting into the car, the man had not made any sound.
His destination was displayed on the ride-sharing app’s purchase interface.

 

He had slept for a short while after getting into the car, and had just now woken up.
The scattered hair over his forehead blocked his eyes.
Sitting there he seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, half of his body and the dusky light melding together into one.
The driver could only see part of a pale and gaunt jaw in the rear view mirror.

 

After a few seconds, a merciless sentence emanated from the back seat.

 

“Drive your car.”

 

“……”

 

During the conversation, the traffic hadn’t made the slightest improvement.

 

The driver realized that this passenger was not so easy to get along with.
Compared to casual conversation, he was clearly much more interested in continuing to sleep.
He didn’t try to make any more conversation with his passenger, only thinking furtively to himself, “Running off to the police station at this time of day, hmph, did he commit a crime?”

 

At the same time, Southern China’s Yong’an-Division Police Station.

 

Inside, the wall displayed the motto, “Strict Enforcement, Passionate Service,” with the national emblem arranged in the center.
However, even this type of imposing display couldn’t control the chaos going on inside the station at that moment—a man who looked to be in his forties with a police officer on each side, being dragged by the arms into the workspace.

 

A police officer, “Behave!”

 

The man didn’t cooperate, struggling aimlessly.
After his struggling had no effect, he started to death grip the door handle, unwilling to relinquish his grip.
Even though the top half of his body had already been pulled inside the door by the police officers, his legs were still standing like a stone obelisk in their original place.
He shouted with a ghastly wail, “You guys can’t just arrest me without any evidence! —Is this how you handle cases? Let me go, I’m gonna go file a complaint!”

 

The man was wearing gray cargo and the pockets looked like two pasted on pieces of square fabric.
On the contrary, the gym shoes on his feet looked extremely new.
The muddy brown of his eyes revealed the air of a common man.

 

The newly instated police officer Ji Mingrui came in from behind.
As he came through the door, he stretched out a hand in passing and pulled the man inside, “No evidence!?” He dragged over a chair, waiting until the man had been pushed down by the shoulder and was sitting obediently on the chair, before taking a transparent evidence bag and slamming it onto the table.

 

A silver, old-fashioned cell phone rested inside the evidence bag.

 

Ji Mingrui, “When you were robbing somebody's home you left your cell phone behind in the living room, and you dare to say there’s no evidence!?”

 

The sound of the man’s ghastly wailing came to an abrupt stop, “……”

 

Ji Mingrui, “Or are you trying to say this cell phone isn’t yours? That there’s somebody else in this world who has your wife’s cell phone number saved as a contact, and also calls your wife ‘wife’?”

 

The man was completely silent, “……”

 

Ji Mingrui continued with his questions, “Where did you hide the stuff you stole?”

 

“……”

 

Half an hour later.

 

A female police officer came out from the adjacent room “The situation over here is also a complete mess.
The neighbor Wang-a’po keeps on crying and crying, saying that’s the wood carving their family has passed down for generations, that it's especially important to her, that she wants us to hurry up and find it for her.”

 

(t/n: 阿婆(a1po2)/a’po means ‘granny.’)

 

“He’s still refusing to explain himself?”

 

Ji Mingrui was very tall, and his entire being looked quite sturdy, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
He had just graduated from the police academy that year, becoming a police officer and being thrown into the neighborhood’s various disagreements and quarrels.
After graduating he had discovered that work in the police station was not really about investigating whatever cases, but rather was more like acting as a mediator for disputes.

 

Today these people are quarreling about divorce, tomorrow another person has beat up a mistress due to an affair……

 

Ji Mingrui sucked in a deep breath, nobody could have thought that a wood carving could cause torment for so long, “Nope.
He just keeps on stalling and saying he forgot.
Forgot where he himself hid the thing!? I had plans to have dinner with a friend tonight, but looking at how this is going when he gets here I’ll only be able to treat him to instant noodles.
And with his bad attitude, I don’t know whether or not he’ll take the instant noodles and pour them over my head.”

 

The female officer turned her head and looked at the storm through the window, thinking to herself that making dinner plans with the weather like this was already strange enough.

 

The interrogation was still ongoing.

 

Partway through, Wang-a’po really couldn’t wait anymore.
She pushed open the door and rushed into the battlefield, and the situation inside the office became even more chaotic.

 

In a fight of curses and insults an old person cannot lose to a young person.
Their movements may be trembling and unsteady, but the anger in their words is extreme.

 

The quarrel caused the mediator Ji Mingrui to feel like his head was going to split in two.
As soon as he pacified Wang-a’po, somebody knocked twice on the glass door of the office, “Mingrui, someone’s looking for you.
Says he’s your friend.” The messenger ended up adding another sentence, “Name’s Chi Qing.”

 

Ji Mingrui was up to his ears in work and replied without even turning his head, “Yeah that’s my friend.
Let him come straight in.”

 

Because the scene was truly too chaotic, nobody was paying attention when a person holding an umbrella passed through the hallway a few minutes later.
The tip of the clear, long-handled umbrella was pointing downwards, the raindrops on the man’s leather boots had already been wiped off because of his mysophobia.
Soon afterwards, a hand wearing a black glove pushed the door open.

 

The black gloves securely wrapped around his fingers, making them appear particularly long and slender.

 

—If the scene inside the police station had been a bit more calm, it would have been difficult to overlook this hand, so much so that it ought to have had an extremely high rate of causing heads to turn.
This was because in daily life it was perhaps uncommon to see somebody specially put on gloves when leaving the house.

 

Chi Qing was stuck in traffic for over half an hour.
He pushed open the door just as Wang-a’po was using the local language to spew enthusiastic insults.

 

“侬杂小赤佬—!”

 

(t/n: I left this because it’s supposed to be a different language/dialect.
I don’t know how this is read in the local language, but in Mandarin it’s read “nong2 za2 xiao3 chi4lao3” and it means something like “you scoundrel.”)

 

The man in the cargo bit back, “Don’t think that I can’t understand just because I'm not a local, you’re cursing me!?”

 

Ji Mingrui said, “You have no room to talk, do you have no shame? Huh? Are you not aware of just how vile this matter is? How could you steal the wood carving that’s been passed down in your neighbor’s family? Are you not aware that that wood carving—” Because the mediator Ji Mingrui wanted to placate the victim, he shot some criticisms at the man.
Upon reaching that point, he turned to Wang-a’po again, “What type of wood is that carving made out of?”

 

Ji Mingrui thought to himself that it ought to be a bit valuable, and that he could use it to scare the man.

 

The neighbor Wang-a’po hastily replied, “Wood that was cut down from the mountains by my great-grandfather.
Aiyoh, it’s already been passed down for three generations.”

 

Ji Mingrui, “……”

 

“Hmph……are you listening? Wood that’s been passed down for three generations,” Ji Mingrui tapped the tabletop with his fingers, “The value isn’t something that can’t be measured with money, where the hell did you hide it!?”

 

While several people were still having an unending argument over that wood carving, only the female police officer who had walked off to the side in the middle to get Wang-a’po some water finally noticed that “friend.” He was minding his own business and sleeping on the sofa in the corner, his silhouette lying sideways on the couch, his long legs curled up.

 

Because the angle of her view was limited, she couldn’t tell what he looked like.
She could only take note that the man’s wrist was half hanging down.

 

……Lucky for him to be able to sleep through so much noise.

 

For an extremely simple dispute, a wood carving, Ji Mingrui employed the various interrogation techniques he had learned the past few years at the police academy.
But it was to no avail.
The man in the cargo across from him was unyieldingly stubborn, and Ji Mingrui didn’t know why he was holding on so relentlessly, “I’ve told you everything.
When I went out to buy things earlier I put it outside.
I threw it—I’m not exactly sure where I threw it either, if you guys go