The others didn't notice Qiu Wuji in the distance.
Chef Jin and his wife stepped forward to thank him, quite surprised and delighted: "Sanwa is really amazing! If it weren't for you, we would be done for today."
"Not really, your flashbangs are so magical, once you run out, you're on the street, he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless." Chu Ge modestly replied, actually not intending to show off, but really wanting to go over and talk to Qiu Wuji...
Fortunately, normally he would need to give a statement and a series of troublesome things, but Lin Wuyang temporarily gave him a back door: "I see you're wearing a mask because you don't want to expose your identity and affect your life, and the bureau supports that. Later, I'll have someone interview you separately, but if you want to go back now, you can go back first."
Chu Ge knew this was deliberately to make things convenient for him, and whispered in his ear: "Hey, won't people talk nonsense like this, Chief Lin?"
"What nonsense could there be? Catching a serial killer is a huge deal! (A phrase used by a concerned citizen) "What's wrong with a civilian not wanting to be retaliated against for revealing their identity? We should protect them! We should even help you apply for a bravery award and a reward for catching a wanted criminal, okay?" Lin Wuyang said righteously, "That's fine then. It's not like I can't find you. We'll talk later." Chu Ge hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Find out my abilities from him. If possible, please keep it a secret."
"Keeping it a secret from outsiders is a given, but keeping it a secret from superiors is unlikely. However, I'll let you know if anything happens."
"Okay." Chu Ge really wanted to know what Rong Fu had copied, how he had turned a ferocious thug into an idiot. Why hadn't he become an idiot...?
Rong Fu had already been knocked unconscious. The police dragged him into the police car like a dead dog, their gazes towards Chu Ge filled with strangeness.
This was a wanted criminal who had been on the run for a long time, with several lives on his hands. This Calabash Brother had single-handedly beaten him up like this, without even suffering a minor injury. Shouldn't this guy be the one under close surveillance?
Lin Wuyang, stroking his chin, sized up Chu Ge: "I feel like my luck has improved since we old classmates reconnected."
Chu Ge said sincerely, "Section Chief Lin, you're a Chinese Language and Literature major, always writing essays and spouting off about Lu Zhishen. I think you should avoid leading from the front lines in the future. Going back to some desk work would suit you better..."
Lin Wuyang said, "Even a writer can be a Calabash Brother, what's wrong with me, a Chinese major, going on a call? Let's go, we'll talk later."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, your whole family writes books!" Chu Ge turned to look; the Chef Jin couple were quite far away. He sighed and walked over: "By the way, do you two want to move?"
"We'll see." "Okay." Chef Jin said listlessly, "What kind of restaurant is this? I want to train now. If it weren't for you in the Black Room, we would have been wiped out by one person this time."
"I think the Black Room isn't dark enough. It needs to be more secretive—if you really want to live a normal life."
"Is that why you wear a mask?"
"Yes." Chu Ge turned to look at the beautiful woman at the street corner, his tone softening, "If I didn't want to figure out how to be together forever, I wouldn't want to think about any superpowers at all."
...
"You knew I could hear you, so you said it on purpose." Turning the corner, Qiu Wuji blurted out this.
"No." Chu Ge took off his mask and naturally took her hand, "You know it's real." Qiu Wuji looked at her hand but didn't pull away.
Chu Ge retorted, "Did you sense I was in danger and come out specifically to protect me?" Qiu Wuji replied sternly, "You're overthinking it."
Chu Ge: "..."
"I can't sense whether you're in danger... I sensed signs of an alien invasion of the world, deduced you were fighting someone, and that's why I came out to check. My soul is still exhausted, and I even took medicine—what a waste!"
Isn't this still because I was in danger that I ran out? Is it because I'm afraid the world will be destroyed? What a tsundere.
Thinking of how she had rushed out after realizing he was fighting, taking her medicine in a panic, Chu Ge's heart softened even more. He smiled and said, "I mentioned the soul-restoring medicine in yesterday's chapter. Elder Yang has already refined a new one with no side effects."
"You think you're so great!" Qiu Wuji sneered. "Do you even know you made at least three mistakes just now..."
"I know, I know..." Chu Ge thought to himself, "If you appeared after copying my ability, then I'd be the one unilaterally torturing you. You can even spot three mistakes now? You must have been cursed to death before..."
"But overall, not bad." Qiu Wuji, not having seen the previous mistakes, was quite satisfied. He smiled and said, "This person has some skill. If we disregard his ability, his skills are probably on par with, or even slightly stronger than, Yueying. You won without injury; your training these past few days hasn't been in vain."
Chu Ge said, "If he's slightly stronger than Yueying even without his ability, then if he copied his ability, wouldn't even Yueying be unable to beat him?"
Qiu Wuji "So his ability is to copy other people's superpowers? No wonder the world feels like it's being scrutinized, I see."
"Yeah, and forcibly a level higher. I think this ability, combined with his fighting skills, makes him practically invincible in one-on-one combat, winning inexplicably."
Qiu Wuji shook his head and smiled slightly: "Copying superpowers, forcibly a level higher… it's not as amazing as you think."
"How so?"
"What isn't yours isn't yours… It takes long-term reflection on how to use your own abilities, and the other methods you train to adapt them. You can't just copy them and truly control them perfectly. I dare say, if someone copied all my abilities, I could easily cut them down with my sword. This kind of ability is for bullying laymen; those who have truly fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood would only scoff at it."
Chu Ge suddenly felt there was some truth to this. No wonder Rong Fu only had an A, and even a -. It sounded incredibly powerful at first glance but was meaningless. If they continued to adjust it, it might even be downgraded.
Qiu Wuji said leisurely, "Superpowers are likely not unique. You may encounter similar opponents in the future. Don't be scared by the immediate copying. Have faith—so what if they copy you? Entering my area of expertise will only lead to your demise."
Chu Ge said, "It seems they can't copy my power, or if they did, they couldn't use it?"
Qiu Wuji's eyebrows furrowed, and she turned to glare at him: "It might not be copying your writing or creation of a world. Maybe it's copying the Golden Bell Shield or footwork, or other combat abilities. Are you an idiot? Don't you even have the ability to apply knowledge to new situations?"
Chu Ge shrank back.
A shrew's roar! He couldn't take it anymore.
"Speaking of which..." he said cautiously, "It's been a long time since I've seen you, the sect leader, scolding someone. You looked so dignified."
Qiu Wuji was stunned, then laughed and cried at the same time: "Are you all masochists?"
Chu Ge practically wanted to stick a QQ chat screenshot emoji on her face.
Confirmed to be a two-dimensional character.
Qiu Wuji glanced at the street vendor, his expression shifting slightly. He suddenly stopped, his face hardening, and said, "I want cotton candy."
Chu Ge: "?"
"Buy ten, or I'll hit you if you're short even one!"
Chu Ge's eyes darted around: "You already said I'm a masochist, isn't hitting me a reward? Shouldn't you use a different kind of threat?"
Qiu Wuji thought about it and agreed: "Then what's a better punishment?"
Chu Ge pointed to his face: "Like a kiss, that's too harsh a punishment, waaaah..."
"Bang!" Chu Ge was slammed to the ground in a spread-eagle position. Qiu Wuji angrily went to the roadside stall: "Cotton candy, ten please. The one lying over there pays!"