Chapter 27: Area of Expertise

When Wei Yanchi woke up, it was already 11 AM. He had over a dozen unread messages on his phone, all expressions of gratitude sent by the client. The last one was a tactful inquiry from the client.

"Master, the chicken and dog you requested were delivered at 6 AM today. May I ask what time you will be coming over?"

Ah, this. He had originally planned to go over at 6 AM, but didn't expect to sleep right through it.

Thinking this, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the interior of the room. Xie De had left long ago. There wasn't a single trace of him having been in the room.

Xie De liked to smoke expensive women's cigarettes. The scent of the cigarette’s smoke was light and barely left any scent behind.

He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed in his heart, but thinking of taking advantage of the situation last night, he also couldn't help but blush a little. He coughed, went into the bathroom, and washed his face.

As a well-trained, tall adult man, Xie De naturally couldn't be very light. On the contrary, he wasn't slender. His body was covered with a thin layer of muscle. Wei Yanchi had lightly touched it yesterday and knew how much powerful explosive force was contained within, enough to easily snap a person's neck.

Truly beautiful and powerful like a snow wolf.

Xie De, really, is an extremely outstanding person.

If not for this accident, Wei Yanchi doubted he would ever have had the chance to touch this mysterious gentleman, who exuded an air of noble aloofness from head to toe, in such a way.

He chuckled.

He planned to leave the hotel and go directly to the client's house, but unexpectedly, he ran into Xie De, who had just returned, downstairs.

A flash of pleasant surprise crossed Wei Yanchi's eyes, "Mr. 39! You didn't leave, you..."

His movements paused. He smelled the same bloody scent as yesterday. The words in his heart were subconsciously forgotten, and he blurted out.

"...Did you go kill someone again?"

Wearing a mask and hat, Xie De looked at him in cold silence.

Wei Yanchi realized his slip of the tongue and quickly followed up with another sentence.

"Does Mr. 39 want to go see the exorcism with me?"

"Mn."

Xie De nodded, accepting Wei Yanchi's invitation. He came back precisely to wait for the protagonist to talk about what he wanted to discuss yesterday. Being able to see an exorcism was also not a bad experience.

Although he was a bit surprised that the protagonist knew what he went to do, he was the protagonist after all. Having some abilities that ordinary people lack, isn't that a very normal thing?

Anyway, so what if the protagonist knew? Could he still call the police to arrest him? He probably wasn't that wicked, right?

As if remembering something, Xie De said, "Thank you for last night."

Wei Yanchi's heart skipped another beat, and a blush spread across his neck below his ears. He secretly adjusted his mindset, and on the surface, he wore a flawless smile again.

"It's nothing. I'm quite proficient in the human body's meridians and acupuncture points, and I know a little bit about medicine. If your aftereffects flare up this severely next time, you can contact me. I'm available anytime."

"Mn." Xie De obviously didn't want to chat about his own affairs. He signaled Wei Yanchi to lead the way and said in a low voice, "Tell me about your exorcism?"

"No problem."

Wei Yanchi smiled with a gentleness that even he himself didn't notice. The starlight in his eyes was exceptionally beautiful and bright. He revealed an infectious joy even more unrestrained than a male lead holding the "white moonlight [1]" script in a campus idol drama.

It made Xie De look at him several times, and finally, he couldn't help but sigh. It's great to be young.

Wei Yanchi said as he walked, "The Wealth-Embracing Buddha Mother this family brought back is actually a spirit monster from the Nanyang region that has gained some power. It might be a rat, or it might be a scorpion. There's not much point in investigating this, because both are pretty much the same. Everything in the world has something that mutually generates and mutually overcomes it... Ahem, we'll talk about this later. Let's first talk about the disasters this thing has caused. Ever since this big boss brought the spirit monster back..."

Talking about his area of expertise, Wei Yanchi's whole person became animated. He was an expert in this field, a genius in this field! Of course, he had the confidence to be arrogant.

Xie De listened and also thought the protagonist was super awesome. Thinking of a figure who had appeared on TV before, he opened his mouth to ask.

"Then what do you think of Wang Yuli?"

Wang Yuli was hugely popular a few years ago and was known as the number one online fortune-teller. Even Xie De, who only liked to stay in his own circle, had heard of this person's great name.

A hint of arrogant contempt appeared on Wei Yanchi's face. He scoffed, "That's just a clown playing to the gallery!" [2]

As he spoke, Wei Yanchi led him into a villa district. The number of security guards at the entrance of this area was frighteningly large. Shuttle cars were parked on the road, and inside was a giant fountain. Below the fountain were bouquets of blooming flowers. Xie De was somewhat fascinated by the protagonist's talk about supernatural things, and hadn't reacted for a moment.

After walking a few steps, he just remembered—wait, wasn't this area called Wisteria Park?

The legendary wealthy district comparable to the courtyard houses in the capital?

Holy crap, we just came in like this? The security didn't even come up to ask a single question.

Someone looking like a tour guide came over and respectfully asked if they wanted to take a shuttle car.

Wei Yanchi waved his hand in refusal, turned his head, and revealed a well-behaved smile again. He said aggrievedly, "I want to spend a little more time with Mr. 39. Actually, that family's mansion isn't far from here."

What was the big deal? Xie De wasn't in a hurry anyway, so casually chatting with the protagonist didn't matter.

Actually, when Xie De wasn't feeling socially anxious, he talked quite a lot. He wasn't a very dull person, especially with people he was relatively familiar with. If you chatted with him, he would naturally chat with you.

Moreover, Gibberish had recently instilled a massive amount of hard-to-digest knowledge into him. Having someone to chat with also made it convenient for him to sort things out.

Although this greatly exceeded Wei Yanchi's expectations.

They walked along the way and chatted about some hypotheses regarding the scenarios.

"That's just a string of data, except the connected computer is this world. If we can find a virus to deal with this string of data, the instances will naturally disappear."

Xie De said in a casual tone.

A very brilliant metaphor. Wei Yanchi also shared quite a few of his own hypotheses.

Regarding philosophy, regarding the accumulation of resentment over thousands of years, and possibly regarding cosmic civilizations unknown to mankind.

As they chatted, the topic strayed further and further, and Xie De, at some unknown point, forcefully took the dominant position.

He was giving a lengthy discourse on the differences between two types of legendary handcrafted violins—the Nordic Oslo School violins and the North American Montreal School violins.

Through Xie De’s chats, Wei Yanchi was able to deduce some information about him.

Xie De preferred Italian-made Amati violins, and his accomplishments in music were very profound.

"What about firearms and history, things like that?"

Wei Yanchi asked without leaving a trace.

Xie De sneered, not minding Wei Yanchi's little probe. His knowledge in these areas was extremely professional, and the arrogance in his tone was no less than Wei Yanchi's arrogance in metaphysics.

Gibberish was a weapons fanatic, especially passionate about firearms. He listened to Gibberish yammering about it every day until his ears were calloused, and coincidentally, he just happened to know a bit about history.

Xie De thought to himself, it's finally his turn to show off a bit.

He couldn't help but hook up a smile on his face. This made him seem even more adept, simply like an old hand who frequently came into contact with guns. He talked with calm assurance, directly combining guns and history, blurting it out.

"Among handguns, the relatively famous Glock..."

"Since its introduction in 1975, over 1 million CZ 75s have been produced, and it boasts numerous derivative models..."

Xie De's voice was very pleasant to hear. Wei Yanchi was mesmerized for a moment. That kind of power, confidence, and calmness simply attracted him so much that he couldn't help but want to get closer, his heart pounding wildly.

At this moment, a person came running from a distance, yelling excitedly.

"Master! Master! You're finally here!!”

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[1] White Moonlight (白月光) - a Chinese slang term for an idealized, unforgettable, but unattainable past love or "the one that got away." It represents a pure, perfect person often cherished in memory but no longer present in one’s life, symbolizing a tender, distant, and unfulfilled romantic longing

[2] Clown Playing to the Gallery - refers to a person—often in politics or public life—who acts in a silly, crude, or theatrical manner to win easy popularity from a less sophisticated audience. This behavior is designed to gain attention or applause through superficial, showy, or manipulative tactics rather than substance.

Rei’s Note:

I didn’t know Wei Yanchi could be that shy, huh… 👀