Chapter 300: It’s Only Just Beginning

Many people have asked a particular question.

Could one person truly know another’s thoughts?

The answer was… Under certain special conditions, it was possible.

This involved influencing others through one’s own consciousness or perhaps through empathy.

For instance… telepathy.

When someone mentions telepathy, the first thoughts that often come to mind are superpowers, pseudoscience, or outright fiction.

What exactly is telepathy?

It was described as the ability for two individuals to exchange thoughts and feelings without relying on the traditional five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch. However, this concept was entirely unexplainable and unproven by science.

Modern science outright rejected telepathy, labeling it as pseudoscience and superstition.

And yet, the so-called pseudoscience and superstition of telepathy continued to appear repeatedly in numerous instances.

A father suddenly felt a strange sense of unease and became convinced that his daughter was in danger. He rushed to her school just in time to stop a boy armed with a knife, saving his daughter.

Scientists dismissed this as mere paternal anxiety—a coincidence.

A five-year-old child was asleep at home. The mother, seeing an opportunity while the child napped, decided to go out to buy groceries. But as soon as she stepped outside the neighborhood, she was overcome with panic.

Convinced it was too dangerous to leave her child alone, she rushed back—only to find the child awake and playing with a lighter, setting the bedsheets on fire.

Scientists again labeled this aa s coincidence.

A couple was about to part ways after a date, each heading home.

The girl suddenly stopped the boy just as he was about to get into a taxi, begging him not to leave.

When the boy asked why, she couldn’t explain, it was just an inexplicable feeling.

The taxi driver also found it strange. Moments later, the taxi the boy would have boarded crashed due to brake failure.

And yet again, scientists attributed this to coincidence.

There were countless such examples of inexplicable feelings and hunches. So many that the term endless hardly sufficed.

And yet, modern science brushed them all aside with a simple word: coincidence.

Ridiculous, wasn’t it?

It was like when Xiao Yu investigated a case.

The first or second time, he might call it a coincidence. But after countless coincidences, if you still believed they were mere chance… Wasn’t it time to question whether your brain is the problem?

How could there possibly be so many coincidences in the world?

Be honest with yourself—do you really believe that?

“Telepathy?”

Wang Dong looked utterly bewildered as he stared at Xiao Yu.

Why couldn’t he keep up with this kid’s train of thought?

‘Am I getting old?’

“I’m not sure, but it feels similar,” Xiao Yu replied, frowning. “I’ve never heard of telepathy controlling someone else. No, maybe it’s not even control. Suppose two people share a telepathic connection. If one person is planning something, could the other person sense it? And if that other person happens to be a novelist, would they unconsciously write down the first person’s thoughts and plans? After all, before anyone acts, they usually think things through first, especially a spy planning an operation. Their plans might somehow be picked up by the other person and turned into a story.”

He laid out his hypothesis.

Whether or not it was possible, Xiao Yu didn’t care. He just needed a direction to explore.

If it turned out to be wrong, he could always start over.

But what if it turned out to be true?

Some cases were like that—when they seemed completely illogical, that was precisely when they happened.

“This…”

Shen Zhengyang’s face twisted into an expression of constipation. “Kid, isn’t your imagination a bit overactive? How did you even come up with this?”

What he really wanted to say was: Kid, with a brain like yours, it’s a shame you’re not writing novels yourself!

Wang Dong nodded in agreement, his expression turning peculiar as he looked at Xiao Yu, as if observing some mysterious new species.

Their reactions made Xiao Yu’s mouth twitch as he smirked.

Admittedly, even he didn’t fully believe his theory would hold up.

But so what?

Xiao Yu returned to the room where Fang Shuoxin sat, looking lost and uncertain.

With a slight smile, Xiao Yu said, “Let’s continue.”

***

I’m ready to execute my plan.

First, I begin investigating the location of the prostitution ring, its members, and the number of women being exploited.

Only after gathering all the information and confirming the details can I proceed with this operation.

As a retired spy, this is simple for me.

It took me three days to find everything I needed: the location, the number of criminals, and…

So now, I’m ready.

Time, place, weapons.

A knife and a thin steel wire. That’s all I need.

Tonight, I’ll act!

It’s an old residential building in a run-down area. Who would suspect it’s a base for criminals?

The building houses all their members, along with the women they’ve enslaved.

Night.

11 PM.

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

After surveying the area, I infiltrated the building…

***

Smack!

Xiao Yu once again pressed his hand onto the keyboard, stopping Fang Shuoxin’s hands mid-typing.

“There’s no need to write any further,” Xiao Yu said calmly.

Once again, he found himself staring into those emotionless, icy eyes.

Only when Fang Shuoxin snapped out of it and asked in confusion, “Huh? Not writing anymore?” did Xiao Yu relax his grip.

“No,” Xiao Yu said, shaking his head. “I need to confirm something.”

Whether the events in Fang Shuoxin’s book would still unfold even if the story wasn’t finished.

National Security personnel immediately contacted the local police and their counterparts in C City.

What were the results?

Even though Fang Shuoxin didn’t finish the scene the crime still happened. Not only did it happen, it occurred three days earlier.

When the incident occurred, the police were already investigating.

Three members of the criminal gang controlling the prostitution ring were dead.

And the call to report the crime?

It came from the women they had enslaved.

Hearing the news, Xiao Yu’s expression turned strange. And then, a peculiar smile crept onto his face.

He discovered a pattern.

It was, quite literally, a periodic table.

This case, triggered by a novel, had involved five consecutive incidents. And each had occurred exactly one week apart. So, even if Fang Shuoxin stopped writing eould the crimes still continue?

As Xiao Yu began piecing things together—

【Ding! Case successfully triggered.】

【Police God case sign-in activated.】

【Would the Host like to sign in?】

Xiao Yu’s expression shifted.

‘So this case is just beginning?’