Before, I thought I was just lucky. Now I finally understand.
It's because I've done too many wicked things, so now I'm carrying the karma for others."
Scholar Tu let out a long sigh.
Wen Yan looked Scholar Tu up and down, genuinely a bit surprised.
"Your self-awareness is sharper than one would expect."
"Ever since I started learning this stuff, the very first thing I was taught was: tomb raiders never die well.
Even before the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, this job already ca with all kinds of risks.
You walk by the river long enough, your shoes are bound to get wet.
After the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, the risk just shot up even more.
And then, the book I got, right from the start, said it plain as day: raiding tombs hurts your Yin De, hurts your luck.
This Gold-Pointing Technique and Tomb-Assessing Technique, used for good, they're good; used for evil, they're evil.
I couldn't resist the temptation. One wrong step and then every step after was wrong.
I've thought for a long ti about how I'll die badly.
Just never figured it might be the kind of death where I don't even know how I died.
I don't want to end up dead at the hands of so Different Race, with no clue what happened.
By that count, better to get locked up by the Scorching Sun Departnt and shot in the end—at least then I'll know how I died."
Wen Yan nodded. "You're a man of so learning, not just so brute."
"Stayed clear-headed your whole life, don't want to die confused, huh?"
"Yeah. If you folks ever figure out what exactly ca out of that place, could you let know before I go?"
"Sure."
"I've got so information. I want to write it down for you while I still rember."
"I'll tell the Supervisor here about it."
When Scholar Tu was leaving, he looked back at Wen Yan.
"There's really no such person as the Boss?"
"I swear on my Ancestor, I really don't know his na, what he looks like, can't find a trace of him either.
But I still rember, there seed to be such a guy.
And the number of people who have that sa feeling—I can count them on my fingers.
Everyone else has absolutely no impression of this person at all.
That's just the objective truth. You judge for yourself."
"Got it." Scholar Tu nodded. He believed that answer—Wen Yan had described his feelings precisely. Since only a handful of people had this impression, it proved that sothing really had affected them.
When Wen Yan was about to leave the detention center, he ntioned to the Supervisor about Scholar Tu wanting to write things down.
The Supervisor reported it up the chain and agreed to the request—but as per regulations, it had to be supervised at all tis.
After they finished talking, Wen Yan was invited to join for a al.
He felt a bit embarrassed about it, but rembering the tips he'd been given on the way in, he suggested taking a walk around.
He then started going around the buildings, holding out his hand, blessing each of the detention center's buildings with Yang Energy one by one.
The Supervisor who was with him watched the whole ti, without interfering or asking questions.
The Supervisor gave Wen Yan a full tour of the detention center, even took him down into the hidden underground dungeons for a look.
There, plenty of people, demons, spirits and monsters were locked up. So cells were sealed tight—you couldn't see what was inside at all.
It was here that Wen Yan saw hint notifications appear more frequently than ever before.
After he walked the whole dungeon, blessing everything with Yang Energy, he received over twenty notifications—and that was just for the ones where he could see who was inside.
And among those twenty-plus hints, more than a dozen had Temporary Abilities.
No idea how much it cost the Scorching Sun Departnt to catch all these bastards.
And those locked away in the sealed cells—the ones you couldn't even see—were said to be even more dangerous.
At first, Wen Yan was puzzled about why the Different Races, able to be locked up here, still needed to be sealed away so tightly.
The Supervisor told him, when it cos to human professionals—or non-professionals—being locked up, that's pretty much standard, but the rules are a bit different.
As for the other types, as long as their cris aren't absolutely deserving of death, you have to judge case by case.
Can't just execute them all recklessly. You have to sort out which ones are urgent or severe—otherwise, if they know for sure they're going to die, they'll fight tooth and nail.
If instead they know it's just a few years locked up, most, if they have any brains, will just kneel down and surrender on the spot when captured.
If the rules are clear, it's actually better for overall stability—sotis when demon kin break the law, even the criminals would rather turn themselves in to the Scorching Sun Departnt.
Because if other demons catch them and handle it internally, unless the cri ans certain death, most of the ti the punishnt is worse than whatever the Scorching Sun Departnt dishes out.
Wen Yan finished the tour with the Supervisor, who was knowledgeable and quite friendly, then the notification popped up.
"Current negative influences in the environnt reduced to 0%."
He left the Evil Suppression Detention Center, and the Supervisor walked him to the door, smiling as he said goodbye.
After stepping back inside, another Supervisor imdiately approached.
"Director, just need to report sothing—one of the monitoring devices threw up an anomaly alert just now."
"The base defense level rose past the normal fluctuation limit, right?"
"Yeah..." The Supervisor who had co over looked a touch surprised, nodding his head.
"It's all right. Normal situation."
The Supervisor who had shown Wen Yan around smiled, waving it off.
As Director of the Guard Detention Center, he had high clearance, so when he heard Wen Yan was coming, of course he ca to handle it personally.
Of course, he wasn't hiding his identity on purpose—since he was both Director and Supervisor, he worked regular shifts and still had patrol duties every week.
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