Chapter 107: Arming Oneself

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It’s here! The signal is back! At this moment, every screen across the city displayed the same image. Yet, standing at the center was no longer Chen Yu. Instead, a man clad in a voluminous black robe appeared, his face concealed behind a pure white mask twisted into a sinister smile. His voice, distorted and eerie, carried a chilling tone, like a mocking demon from the depths of hell.

“Oh my! Zombie Brother, I really underestimated you!”

The mysterious figure had once again hijacked the live broadcast, but this time, mercifully, the comment section remained open. Instantly, the screen was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of messages.

[??? That murderer! He’s really out!]

[Holy hell! A direct confrontation! This is even more thrilling than a Hollywood blockbuster!]

[Mom, I’m scared! That mask is creepy as hell!]

[Zombie Brother is badass! He truly forced the main character out!]

[Stop spamming! You’re blocking my view of the villain!]

Behind the scenes, Lin Bing, Director Wang, and the others stared at the monitor, their hearts pounding as if about to leap from their throats, breath held tight. On screen, the white-masked figure, dreaded by the entire city, slowly turned toward the camera.

“Originally, I wanted to savor this game with you all, watching you self-proclaimed clever ones flail about like headless flies, utterly fooled by me—it’s far too entertaining.”

“But since you’re so eager to die, ready to face me head-on…”

The masked man emitted a deep, sinister laugh.

“Then I accept your challenge!”

“I’ve prepared a massive amusement park for you. It was supposed to take a few more days to complete, but seeing your earnestness…”

“I’ve decided to open it early for you!”

“Wait for my message, Zombie Brother.”

The figure began to blur, flickering like a broken signal.

“We’ll meet soon!”

“If… you dare to show up! Hahaha…”

With a harsh, piercing laugh, the screen abruptly cut off, switching back to the studio. At the center of the frame remained Chen Yu’s face—strikingly handsome, almost godlike—but now adorned with an unhidden, triumphant smile.

A sudden buzz came from his pocket. He casually waved to the camera, signaling the end of the broadcast, then leisurely pulled out his phone. The caller ID read: Yan Zheng.

“Hello?”

“Chen Yu! Are you out of your mind?” Yan Zheng’s furious roar nearly shattered Chen Yu’s eardrums the moment the call connected. The typically composed veteran was utterly losing it.

Chen Yu distanced the phone from his ear, lazily scratching his other ear.

“Calm down, Captain Yan. Getting angry only gives you hemorrhoids.”

“Calm my ass!” Yan Zheng lost all decorum, bellowing down the line. “Why the hell are you challenging him? Who do you think you are? Superman?!”

“Catching him is my job! It’s the agent’s job! What right do you have to go off risking your life alone?!”

“Where’s your discipline? Your organization? You launched such a huge operation without consulting me first! Who’s your superior? Give me the phone! I want to talk to them directly!”

Chen Yu smirked at the nearly bursting voice on the other end.

Tsk, an old relic indeed—still stuck on protocol even at a time like this.

He was about to hang up when the studio door suddenly burst open with a loud bang.

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A striking, determined figure swept in, accompanied by a breeze scented with fragrance. It was Su Qingzhu.

This famously aloof and elegant policewoman’s cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving fiercely, clearly having run all the way. Her eyes were filled with urgency, anger, and a trace of worry she hadn’t even realized herself.

“Chen Yu!” She rushed over and grabbed his arm. “You can’t go! It’s a trap! You’re walking right into death!”

Chen Yu glanced down at the arm she gripped tightly, then lifted his gaze to the stunning face mere inches from his own.

Hmm, this girl’s anxiety was oddly appealing.

Especially in that uniform, stretched taut by her running—the curves… tsk, truly a rare beauty.

“Let go,” Chen Yu said coolly.

“I won’t!” Su Qingzhu’s stubbornness flared, gripping tighter. “You must come back with me! Until this is fully investigated, you’re not going anywhere!”

“I said, let go.” Chen Yu’s tone grew colder, the rogue glint in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by an overwhelming pressure that made Su Qingzhu’s heart skip a beat.

Her grip loosened instinctively.

Chen Yu withdrew his arm, smoothing the sleeve wrinkled by her hold, then smiled suddenly. Turning, he strode toward the door with effortless grace, leaving behind a resolute silhouette.

“What’s done is done. Now we must wait for the flowers to bloom.”

With those words, he vanished through the doorway.

An oppressive silence fell over the control room.

Yan Zheng continued shouting on the phone.

Su Qingzhu stood frozen, hand still poised as if to grasp him, feeling hollow inside.

Lin Bing stared after Chen Yu’s departing figure, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.

This man always managed to redefine her understanding of “madness” time and again.

Only Director Wang slammed his thigh hard and yelled at his assistant, “What the hell are you waiting for? Quick! Send out a battle report! Say our ‘Reopening Cold Cases’ has exclusive live coverage!”

“‘Zombie Brother’ has openly declared war on the serial killer! Ratings! Get me the ratings! We’re breaking records! I’m telling you, this is huge!”

The entire TV station was left in chaos.

…

In a hotel room, Chen Yu threw himself onto a soft bed, exhaling deeply.

The challenge was sent out, and the bait was taken.

But the real battle was just beginning.

That guy named Shen Feng was no fool blinded by hatred like Liu Gang.

Judging from how he killed Zeng Chen, he was highly intelligent, meticulous, and extremely arrogant, savoring the thrill of toying with others.

His so-called “large amusement park” was undoubtedly a deadly lair, riddled with lethal traps.

Chen Yu had to prepare thoroughly.

He summoned the Detective System in his mind.

A pale blue screen unfolded on his retina.

[Host: Chen Yu]

[System Level: 1 (0/2000)]

[Skill Points: 2295]

[Active Skill: Retrospect (Level 1)]

[Passive Skill: Eye of Insight (Learned)]

[System Store]

His gaze flicked between the skill list and the store.

He had no idea what sort of game Shen Feng would use to challenge him.

Right now, he urgently needed to strengthen his abilities.

First, he examined the Retrospect skill.

His points were indeed sufficient to upgrade it to Level 2: Causal Resonance.

The skill description read: Based on Level 1, it allows clearer perception of “emotional fluctuations” or “residual intentions” linked to core persons or key objects in a case.

This ability was practically a divine power for solving crimes.

But…

Chen Yu frowned.

The upcoming challenge was a direct life-or-death confrontation, not a clue-finding investigation.

By the time he could use Retrospect, he might already be dead.

Would this skill really be critical in the “game” ahead?

His eyes shifted to the Passive Skills section of the system store.

Previously, he had paid little attention due to lack of points.

Now, a golden skill icon firmly caught his attention.

[Passive Skill: Crisis Warning]

[Description: The host will instinctively develop a premonition of external threats that pose lethal danger. The greater the threat, the stronger the premonition. Note: This skill triggers passively and cannot be consciously controlled.]

[Skill Points Required: 1000]

This was it!

Chen Yu’s eyes instantly brightened.

It was a perfect tailor-made skill for his current predicament!

In that unknown “amusement park,” what could be more important than foreseeing danger in advance?

This skill would be a second life at critical moments!

As for upgrading Retrospect, that could wait until Shen Feng was dealt with.

“There’s plenty of time later.”

“System, learn [Crisis Warning]!”

[Beep! Detected sufficient skill points. Confirm learning passive skill ‘Crisis Warning’?]

“Confirm!”

[Skill points -1000. Learning successful!]

[Passive skill ‘Crisis Warning’ activated!]

As the system’s prompt ended, Chen Yu felt a faint warm current radiate from his brow throughout his body.

No earth-shaking changes, everything subtle and quiet.

But he could clearly sense his senses had sharpened beyond before.

Floating dust in the air, faint traffic noise outside, even his heartbeat rhythm—all became unprecedentedly clear.

It was a marvelous sensation, as if the entire world had shed a veil of haze before him.

Excellent.

Chen Yu smiled in satisfaction—he had gained another trump card for survival.

He set down his phone, ready to close his eyes and rest, gathering strength for the looming battle.

Just then—

Buzz—

His phone screen suddenly lit up.

A message.

From an unknown number.

Chen Yu’s eyes narrowed as he opened it.

The message was brief, only one line:

“4:30 a.m., Jiangcheng Dock, Berth No. 4.”

It’s on!

Chen Yu slowly sat up, staring at the message, a cold smile curling his lips.

“Good. The game has begun!”