Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Your spirit and energy have recovered quite a bit since we last met!"

Fu Qian naturally had no objections to Li Weixuan's words. He even took the opportunity to size up the dean of the Sword Comprehension Institute.

This genius figure had already stepped through the threshold of the Demigod Realm, only to be forcefully kicked back down by Fu Qian himself. Yet, looking at him now, he hadn't developed any inner demons. In fact, after recuperating for a period of time, he showed faint signs of making further progress from the top of a hundred-foot pole.

With such resilience and a rival like this, no wonder Professor Yi'an had eventually resorted to crooked paths.

"Then let's get straight to the point."

Seeing Fu Qian so cooperative, Li Weixuan looked quite pleased. He flipped through the stack of documents in front of him.

"From what we currently know, Professor Fu, you recently forced your way into the Linghui Courtyard, injured the staff, and killed Professor Yi'an with your own hands. I want to confirm—is this true?"

"That's right, I did it."

The moment Li Weixuan finished speaking, Fu Qian admitted it cleanly and decisively, successfully provoking a wave of restless commotion from the Linghui side.

Li Weixuan's expression was stern.

"Well, about that..."

Before answering, Fu Qian glanced toward the Linghui side. Ignoring the many furious faces, he locked eyes with Weilong, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Fulfilling my duties."

A moment later, he answered with absolute, self-righteous confidence.

Saying something like "eliminating a menace for the people" wasn't exactly a mature excuse, so Fu Qian decisively opted against it.

...

"Could you explain in detail?"

This answer undoubtedly tested the limits of their imagination. Amid the shock of the entire assembly, the person sitting next to Li Weixuan flipped wildly through the documents in their hands before they could no longer resist cutting in.

"It's very simple."

Fu Qian put on a solemn expression, as if reminiscing about the past.

"Ever since I entered the Academy, not only have I had the opportunity to exchange ideas with various like-minded peers, but I was also deeply aware of the appreciation shown to me by Professor La Naya, who specially invited me to join the Disciplinary Department..."

"And all this time, I have constantly reminded myself never to betray this trust, and to steadfastly fulfill my duties!"

"Then, during an undercover investigation, I unfortunately discovered what Professor Yi'an was doing."

"Although I had always heard of his talent and aptitude, considering my responsibilities, I ultimately couldn't abandon my conscience. I chose to do what had to be done."

"If any staff members who didn't know the truth were injured by me in the process, I can only express my deepest apologies..."

'To think you would take this angle... no one truly expected that...'

After Fu Qian finished his speech, the entire review panel practically stared at each other in dismay. Even Li Weixuan couldn't help but glance subconsciously at La Naya beside him.

La Naya, who had originally thought her duties were fulfilled and had been wearing a relaxed expression, had now turned to stone.

'What has this world come to?'

'In just a few sentences, I've become the suspect's direct supervisor?'

'And where did you get this nonsense about steadfastly fulfilling your duties? You're completely unfindable over ninety percent of the time!'

"Nonsense!"

Just as La Naya was glaring resentfully at Fu Qian—while the latter maintained a resolute gaze that practically screamed, "Please rest assured, organization"—someone in the audience finally couldn't sit still any longer.

This somewhat deep, angry roar undoubtedly came from the Linghui side.

Looking closely, the speaker was even older than Weilong, yet possessed rather androgynous facial features. It was none other than another Demigod from Linghui.

At this very moment, this senior was glaring daggers at Fu Qian, exuding a terrifying aura and looking as if they couldn't bear to listen to another word.

"Even if Yi'an is dead, you will not be allowed to fabricate lies about him here!"

"Professor Yang!"

Unfortunately, their angry rebuke was quickly cut off by Li Weixuan.

After Li Weixuan called out with a stern face, Demigod Yang merely scoffed under his scrutinizing gaze and said no more.

"Professor Fu, can you elaborate on your findings? Exactly what did Yi'an do that made you believe he had to die?"

Having maintained order, Li Weixuan turned back to Fu Qian and continued speaking.

'Asking the question like this? It seems there really aren't any Night Watchers present today.'

Seeing how utterly blunt Li Weixuan's question was—blatantly setting him up to give a detailed exposition—Fu Qian instantly heard the melody and grasped the intent.

"It's actually quite simple. He just treated ordinary people like crops, and then used the love of his life as the harvester."

With a cold scoff, Fu Qian gave a detailed account of what he had seen and heard at the banquet, as well as the results of his subsequent investigation.

Of course, in his retelling of the entire incident, he was no longer a task runner who had mistakenly stumbled into a debauched party. Instead, he was an elite member of the Disciplinary Department who had been perceptive down to the smallest detail, infiltrated in disguise, and righteously carried out an execution after securing hard evidence.

Given how excessively bizarre and atrocious Yi'an's actions were, the atmosphere of the assembly was ignited without Fu Qian even needing to embellish the story.

Especially among the highly empathetic female instructors—Fu Qian could already see more than one of them gnashing their teeth.

"Of course, I don't doubt Professor Yi'an's feelings for his lover. He personally told me that even if his lover's body was smashed to pieces, he would carry the memories related to her into immortality."

In this situation, as someone who sought truth from facts, Fu Qian deliberately chose not to focus solely on the heinous aspects; he made sure to emphasize the party involved's deep affection.

"Dean Li..."

After saying this, Fu Qian personally saw the hands of Chang Mo, the acting recording officer, trembling.

As everyone knew, once a hearing had enough people, logical debate was no longer the main point—inciting emotions was king.

'And for me, that poses absolutely no difficulty.'

"Professor Fu, I understand the situation you've described."

Suppressing the commotion from the Linghui side with a sharp glare, Li Weixuan signaled for Chang Mo to record everything truthfully.

"I will not question the content for the time being. However, there is an issue here. Since you claim to have been fulfilling your duties, why didn't you first report to La Naya upon discovering the anomaly? Why did you take action directly on your own?"

'What a great "will not question for the time being".'

Fu Qian offered a silent word of praise.

Brushing over it directly and forcefully pushing the conversation to the next topic—Li Weixuan was clearly not some martial arts fanatic who had trained his brain into pure muscle!

At the same time, by having Chang Mo record everything truthfully despite the severe nature of the events, Li Weixuan was also making his stance extremely clear.

The Night Watchers might have tacitly allowed the Academy to handle this matter internally, but a fault was a fault, and there would absolutely be no attempt to cover it up.

Submitting a completely truthful record and letting the Night Watchers decide how to handle it was the best way to maximize their sincerity in self-investigation.

'Brother Yuan Fang didn't place his trust in him for nothing.'

'Old Man Weilong was right. Many things are already a tacit understanding that don't need to be spoken.'

The only chance Linghui had to turn the tables was to establish the "truth of the facts" in advance and find evidence to support it.

'What a pity. I specialize in playing from behind. Playing with the wind at my back like this... "effortless" doesn't even begin to describe it.'

"Why didn't I report it... it's very simple."

Fu Qian gave a cold chuckle. Watching him, La Naya looked incredibly tense, deeply afraid that this guy would drop a line like, "The person in charge was out drinking at the time and couldn't be found."

"There was no time. Yi'an was already making the final sprint for his advancement. A single second's delay and the situation could have become unsalvageable."

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