Chapter 300: Chapter 300: It’s Just the Beginning

Chapter 300: It’s Just the Beginning

Many people have once asked this question.

Can one person read another’s thoughts?

The answer is…

In certain special states, it’s possible!

It’s a way of influencing others with one’s own consciousness; perhaps even a form of empathy.

For example… telepathy!

Speaking of telepathy.

The first thought that springs to many minds is that it must be some fake, pseudoscience that doesn’t exist.

What kind of telepathy?

It refers to the ability for two people to communicate without relying on the traditional five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch.

Instead, a ‘sixth sense’ is used to transmit thoughts and feelings.

Such phenomena defy scientific explanation and remain unproven.

Modern science has completely dismissed telepathy.

Labeling it as pseudoscience and superstition!

Yet, what’s amusing is that…

Telepathy, discredited by science as pseudoscience and superstition,

continues to occur in countless instances.

A father, struck by an inexplicable premonition, sensed that something was about to happen to his daughter.

He rushed to his daughter’s school.

And he thwarted a boy who was about to commit a stabbing.

Saving his daughter in the process.

Scientists called it merely a father’s worry—a coincidence!

A five-year-old child was sleeping at home.

The mother had planned a quick grocery run while the child slept.

But just as she stepped out of the community, panic struck.

She feared it was too dangerous for the child to be home alone.

Frantically, she ran back home.

Yet when she arrived, she found not only had her child woken up,

but he had also set the bedsheet on fire with a lighter…

Scientists again dubbed it a coincidence.

A couple, each preparing to go home separately,

had their plans disrupted when the girl suddenly stopped the boy who was about to hail a taxi.

She grabbed him, insisting he shouldn’t leave, claiming that something terrible was about to happen.

The boy asked her what could possibly happen.

The girl simply shook her head, not knowing what, just adamant he should stay.

Both the boy and the taxi driver were utterly baffled.

Then, as the taxi pulled away, its brakes failed, leading to a crash.

Scientists remarked that this was…

There are too many cases of such premonitions.

Their sheer frequency defies description.

Yet, in scientific terms, it all boils down to two words.

Coincidence!

Isn’t that laughable?

It’s like Xiao Yu investigating a case on his own.

At first, he assumed it was just coincidence.

But with so many coincidences…

If you still believe it’s all mere chance,

maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you?

How can there be so many coincidences in the world?

Ask yourself honestly, do you believe it?

“Telepathy?”

Wang Dong wore a puzzled look as he stared at the younger man before him.

He wondered why he could never keep up with the young man’s conversation pace.

“Is it because I’m getting old?”

“I don’t know, but it sure feels like that.”

Xiao Yu frowned. “I’ve never heard of any telepathy that can control another person. No, it’s not about control. Suppose two people possess telepathic abilities; if one intends to do something, is it possible that the other might somehow anticipate it? And if that person happens to be a novelist who then writes down what the other intended to do? After all, when someone plans to do something, they usually mull it over—like an agent with a mission, there’s always a plan. And then, that plan gets discovered by someone else?”

He laid out his theory.

Xiao Yu wasn’t concerned with whether his theory was plausible.

He just needed a direction for his reasoning.

Even if he was wrong, he could always start again.

But what if it really happened?

Some unsolved cases work exactly like that.

Just when you think it doesn’t make any sense,

it inevitably unfolds!

“Uhm…”

Shen Zhengyang, sporting a constipated look, remarked, “Buddy, your imagination seems a bit too wild. How did you come up with that?”

He really meant, “Buddy, if you didn’t write novels, your creativity would be wasted!”

Wang Dong nodded.

His gaze at Xiao Yu grew strangely odd, as if he were observing some unknown creature.

The expressions and looks of the two friends made Xiao Yu twitch his lips into a subtle smile.

Indeed, even he doubted that his deductions would hold water.

But so what?

Xiao Yu walked back to the room and, seeing Fang Shuoxin looking perplexed, smiled slightly.

“Let’s continue!”

……

I’m about to put my plan into action.

First, I began investigating the location of the Silver Smuggling Den, its members, and the number of controlled Silver Sellers.

Only by understanding every detail could this operation proceed.

As a retired agent, this sort of thing was simple for me.

In three days, I gathered the intel I needed, pinpointed the location, confirmed the number of criminals, and…

Zero… please throw in some flowers…

So, I’m ready.

Time. Place. Weapons…

Hmm, all I need is a knife and a thin steel wire.

I’m starting the operation now!

It was an apartment building in an old district.

Who would have thought that this building belonged to a crime syndicate?

Everyone inside was one of theirs.

And even those Silver Sellers under their control.

Night.

11 p.m.

City C, XX District, XX Street, Ronghua Community.

After surveying the terrain,

I infiltrated this community…

……

Bang!

Xiao Yu pressed the keyboard again.

Holding down Fang Shuoxin’s hands, which were in a bizarre state.

“No need to write any further.”

Xiao Yu spoke in a calm tone.

…………………..

Then he once again met those cold, emotionless eyes.

Until Fang Shuoxin snapped back, puzzled, and asked, “Uh, you’re not writing any more?”

“No, that’s enough.”

Shaking his head, Xiao Yu looked at Fang Shuoxin and said, “I need to confirm one thing.”

Confirm what?

Confirm the storyline of Fang Shuoxin’s book.

If it hadn’t been continued,

would this case still have occurred?

……

National Security personnel immediately contacted the C City police and local National Security agents.

As a result…

Even if Fang Shuoxin’s novel hadn’t progressed further,

the case still unfolded.

Not only did it occur,

it even happened three days earlier than expected.

And on the day the case unfolded, the police had already begun their investigation.

Because three people had died at the scene.

Three members of the criminal syndicate controlling the Silver Sellers.

It was the Silver Sellers who called the police…

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu’s expression turned strangely odd.

And he broke into a bizarre smile.

He discovered a… periodic table.

Indeed, it was a periodic table.

This case, triggered by the novel, saw five separate offenses.

Each occurring exactly one week apart.

So does that mean even if Fang Shuoxin hadn’t written this book or those particular scenes,

the case would have continued?

Just as Xiao Yu began to piece together some key points…

【Ding: Case Triggered Successfully.】

【Police God Case Check-in Activated.】

【Host, would you like to check-in?】

Xiao Yu’s expression changed instantly.

Has this case only just begun? How small.