Those Days Between Haihara Ai and Me

Hello, I am Lin Yuan. A psychological profiler who should have aged out at the Criminal Police Academy was forced to become a "soul corrector" in the world of Ke Xue. It is bound to a cold system called [World Correction System]. Until I met that brown-haired girl in a bookstore on a rainy night. She was holding a copy of "Criminal Psychological Profiling Handbook" and looked up at me, her eyes like frozen lake water. I was stunned. Her name was Miyano Shiho. She was silent, vigilant, and painfully smart, but she would subconsciously stand in front of me when a gunshot was fired. She said: "Lin Yuan, ****." Those words were like a needle piercing the softest place in my heart. But now, the shadow of the black organization has completely enveloped the city. A project called "Pandora" was quietly launched. Immortality, genes, the leader's true body... Gin's gun was pointed at my forehead, there was a mystery hidden in Belmode's laughter, and I didn't know which face was underneath Rum's three masks. The FBI wants to cooperate, the police are waiting and watching, and the evildoers are preparing to move in the shadows. And I stand at the center of all whirlpools. His left hand held Shiho's cold hand, and his right hand held the "psychological scalpel" given by the system. I know that this hunt has already gone bad—— Then—— Welcome to my hunting ground. This time, we won't kill the prey. We save souls. (The system whispers: Abnormal emotional fluctuations in the host have been detected... It is recommended to implement a "psychological comfort protocol".) (Lin Yuan: Shut up, I'm in love.) (System: ... Has been muted.)