Chapter 34

Chapter 34

It was hard for Jiang Linchuan not to be stunned by such a display first thing in the morning.

The young man’s jet-black eyes gleamed with barely-contained excitement.

Having lived with him for so many days, Jiang Linchuan understood him well enough to grasp the situation in an instant.

It was deliberate—the young man knew about his problem and had orchestrated this moment specifically to mock him.

Question: Why would he do this?

Answer: Jiang Linchuan had offended him, and not lightly.

Grudge-holding, petty, cold, and arrogant—these were all hallmarks of Shen Jin’s character.

Question: How did he know about his problem?

Answer: Perpetrators often return to the scene of the crime to admire their handiwork…

Following this logic, the inescapable conclusion was that Shen Jin was anything but an ordinary human, and he was fully aware of his own abilities.

Thus, the amnesia was a complete fabrication, an elaborate act.

Jiang Linchuan yanked the covers over his lower body, slowly sat up, glanced briefly at the area the young man was flaunting, then quickly averted his gaze, burying his face in his hands and scrubbing at it vigorously.

Everything that had happened replayed in his mind like a rapidly flickering film—from that night in Baigu Town to discovering the young man, and all the events leading up to today. The truth seemed to be staring him in the face, practically obvious, almost to the point where no tracker was even needed for confirmation.

From start to finish, he had merely been Shen Jin's plaything.

Seeing Jiang Linchuan’s look of shame, Shen Jin was satisfied with the reaction. Humiliated, Jiang Linchuan was utterly mortified and unable to face anyone. Indeed, impotence was a man's greatest agony.

Was primal coupling truly that important to humans? Shen Jin reached out to touch Jiang Linchuan, but the man seized his wrist.

Jiang Linchuan lifted his head to face the young man again. “What do you want?”

The young man’s face was youthful and innocent-looking, reminding Jiang Linchuan of how he had appeared when he first found him in the bushes of Baigu Town.

“Nothing at all,” Shen Jin blinked innocently. “Can’t I just look? See how we differ.” There was no other way now—only if Jiang Linchuan knelt by his feet, crying and begging, would Shen Jin consider sparing him.

Shen Jin pressed his thin lips together tightly to suppress a smile, pondering how to make that scene unfold.

Jiang Linchuan’s emotions were a tumultuous mix of shock and complexity. When he had viewed Shen Jin as a child, he had conveniently overlooked certain issues, believing he could guide him. But now, looking at him again, he saw a powerful, unsettling entity capable of sharing his blood, concealing its presence, and toying with Special Operations Team members like puppets…

Jiang Linchuan struggled to accept it. Subconsciously, he still hoped his suspicions were mistaken—perhaps Shen Jin had a powerful mother secretly watching over him…

Shen Jin: “?”

Why was he reacting like this? Was he so agitated he was about to jump out a window?

That would be perfect.

Shen Jin followed him out and watched Jiang Linchuan calmly finish his ablutions before heading into the kitchen, even asking, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Shen Jin’s good mood instantly evaporated. How could he be so composed?

“Aren’t you upset?” Shen Jin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re impotent. Doesn’t that make you insecure?”

“…” Jiang Linchuan suddenly realized that Shen Jin had always been this direct, never hiding his emotions. It was he who had imposed a preconceived identity upon him.

Jiang Linchuan opened the fridge, took out a bag of frozen dumplings, and said indifferently, “Whether I’m capable or not isn’t a big deal. After all, I don’t have a partner, so I don’t need that function. Besides, excessive indulgence isn’t good for a man’s health.”

Shen Jin frowned. What nonsense was he spouting???

He didn’t understand!!!

Jiang Linchuan tried his best to feign nonchalance, as if completely unaware. “You’re still too young. It’s best not to get overly obsessed with such matters—it’s not good for your health. How about we start running and exercising together tomorrow? We can be a healthy, happy, and positive father and son.”

Shen Jin stormed off without even eating breakfast. Jiang Linchuan watched his retreating back, instinctively almost taking a step to follow him, then stopped himself.

If he could actually keep up with him, he wouldn’t have ended up in this state…

Jiang Linchuan couldn’t help but glance down again. How had Shen Jin even managed to do this?

What kind of deep-seated animosity was this?

Was it really necessary, you brat?

Now he’d truly become like a eunuch serving an emperor.

He couldn’t dwell on it. As Jiang Linchuan rushed to the bathroom to vomit, he belatedly realized that his recent nausea was undoubtedly caused by this very issue.

Well, he was serving an ungrateful wretch.

*

Hua Fudie felt wronged when he was swatted away.

It was that shameless King of Hell—what did it have to do with him?

In this day and age, a man who didn’t care about such a thing was truly an oddity.

“So you don’t care, huh?” Shen Jin sat upstairs, swinging his legs, eyes narrowed. “Good. I’ll make you care.”

Hua Fudie, pressed against the wall, watched the young man shrouded in black mist and swallowed hard. Why was he so furious? That damned King of Hell was really something—how could he be so indifferent?

Hua Fudie glanced at the empty spots on the wall. There weren’t many left. Who knew when the King of Hell would join them, standing shoulder to shoulder…

…

Shen Jin came and went early each day with a sullen face, his displeasure written all over him.

Jiang Linchuan had endured his temper more than once, but this time, the anger was so intense that he knew he must have touched a raw nerve.

Shen Jin had only slept in Jiang Linchuan’s bed that one night before returning to his own luxurious mattress.

Jiang Linchuan had secretly opened the bedroom door late at night to check. The young man was still curled up like a silkworm cocoon under the blankets, sleeping soundly as always.

Meanwhile, Jiang Linchuan had been staying alert at night, afraid that if he slept too deeply, he might wake up to find himself castrated and turned into a eunuch.

Fortunately, Shen Jin hadn’t sunk to such depravity—at least not yet.

But letting things remain stagnant wasn’t a solution. For now, he couldn’t expose Shen Jin’s identity. He was too powerful, and his emotions were extremely unstable—after all, he could easily reduce someone to such a state on a whim.

“You’ve been unhappy lately?” Jiang Linchuan seized the opportunity one morning before Shen Jin left, presenting him with a game console he had specially bought the day before. “This is more interesting than the TV. How about I teach you how to use it at home today?”

“No,” Shen Jin glanced at it dismissively. “I don’t want to see you.”

“Where did I go wrong, Your Majesty? Please enlighten me.”

Shen Jin snorted, picked up the game console, and took off.

Jiang Linchuan: "..."

He thought it was probably because of that day when he said Shen Jin was ugly and unworthy—that resentment had been bottled up all this time and never released, which was why Shen Jin was acting so prickly. He needed to find a way to let him vent that anger, or else life would be unbearable.

Jiang Linchuan turned and saw the toddler crawling on the floor while peeing, and sighed again.

Before he could come up with a solution, Jiang Linchuan received a call from Geng Yang: "Captain Jiang, there's a case. You need to come take a look."

Jiang Linchuan felt a sense of dread. He knocked on Yun Zheng's door, handed the toddler into his arms, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.

The car sped all the way to the front entrance of the Special Operations Brigade building. Jiang Linchuan hurriedly got out, threw the keys to a young guy nearby to park the car, and bounded up the stairs.

The hallway was packed with people in iron-gray combat uniforms, all with uneasy looks on their faces. Seeing Jiang Linchuan arrive, they quickly made way for him.

Jiang Linchuan pushed open the door to the large conference room, where it was also filled with men sitting with grim faces, not looking up. Chen Lanzhi and a few medical staff were drawing their blood.

"What's going on?" Jiang Linchuan scanned the room, his heightened perception keenly detecting the lingering abnormal aura on these people.

Geng Yang glanced at the men, leaned closer to Jiang Linchuan, and whispered with a hand covering his mouth: "They all have the same condition—sudden impotence. They went to urology hospitals for check-ups, and the hospitals routinely tested them for supernatural contamination. Sure enough, they detected residual supernatural aura. In just over ten days, there have been about twenty-some men with this impotence issue, and that's only counting those who sought medical help. Who knows how many haven't. I gathered them all here for a comprehensive examination to figure out what's really going on."

"Ugh..." One man suddenly vomited, triggering a chain reaction of retching sounds as each man held a bucket, throwing up violently.

Chen Lanzhi, wearing a mask, walked over and said quietly: "Along with impotence, there's also vomiting—like a complication. But the exact cause hasn't been identified yet."

"This is too bizarre. What kind of supernatural entity specifically causes impotence?" Geng Yang pulled out a cigarette and held it in his mouth unlit. "A sex-crazed demon? Nie Xiaoqian's grandmother? Something that boosts yang and kidneys? Maybe an oyster spirit? A chive spirit?"

"Shut up." Chen Lanzhi glared at him. "Do you want people to lose their appetites?"

"My bad." Geng Yang raised his hands in surrender, then turned to the silent figure. "Captain Jiang, what's your take?"

Chen Lanzhi also looked at him and then exclaimed: "Why do you look so pale? Haven't recovered from your injury?"

Both pairs of eyes were fixed on their Captain Jiang.

And their Captain Jiang kept his mouth tightly shut, forcing down the discomfort in his throat. But hearing the waves of vomiting and thinking about the cause, his stomach couldn't help but twitch.

Jiang Linchuan turned, pushed the door open, and walked out. He pushed open a corridor window and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"You alright, Captain Jiang?" Zheng Jian happened to walk over. "Grossed out, huh? Heh, let me tell you, I just found out something interesting."

Zheng Jian raised an eyebrow at him: "These men all have something in common—they're either womanizers or keep mistresses. This weird incident is kinda like punishing the wicked and promoting good. For now, I’ll dub him a righteous outlaw, a champion of justice."

"Ugh..." Jiang Linchuan couldn't hold back a dry heave.

Zheng Jian chuckled: "What, did you catch the impotence bug too?"

Jiang Linchuan, hit where it hurt, promptly gave him a kick.

Liang Minghui hurried over: "Hey, Captain Jiang, you're here. Have you been briefed?"

"Yep," Zheng Jian said, suppressing a laugh. "Totally grossed out."

Liang Minghui sighed: "Let's set aside the disgust for now. The hospital just called—a few more patients came in, tested positive for residual supernatural aura, and they're all men again."

"Impotence again?" Zheng Jian asked.

"No," Liang Minghui shook his head. "This time it's... the opposite—persistent erections, won't go down..."

"..."

"Womanizers or cheating with mistresses again?" Zheng Jian pressed immediately.

"Probably not, haven't had time to check yet," Liang Minghui looked at Jiang Linchuan. "Captain Jiang, this entity has been striking repeatedly over the past ten-plus days, completely brazen. Isn't that too arrogant?"

Geng Yang and Chen Lanzhi also stepped out just then, and all four pairs of eyes were on Jiang Linchuan.

Jiang Linchuan: "..."

From the moment Jiang Linchuan arrived until now, he hadn't said a word—something was off. Chen Lanzhi reached out and felt his forehead: "What's wrong? Sore throat?"