Special Case Unit

[The finale is tonight. Tomorrow, February 21, the entire story will go behind a paywall... Thank you all for staying with me to the end. Bowing]

The National Security Department of Huaxia urgently issued a notice requiring the establishment of a special task force of experts.

An order went out, bringing together several of the most renowned figures in the country's public security system.

Lu Huaiyi leaned back in his chair, catching up on some sleep.

The task force members gradually appeared in the office.

Most of the people sitting here were familiar faces.

They might not see each other every day, but everyone in this room had solved several cases that had left people in awe.

Today, however, a stranger had come to the office.

Leather jacket, leather boots, and leather gloves on her hands.

She opened the door, glanced around the conference room, then walked straight to the podium.

She pulled over a freestanding whiteboard and swiftly wrote a few characters with a marker:

Yu Weizhen.

Her handwriting was wild and free, so bold it must have taken decades to master.

She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "It's our first time meeting, so let me introduce myself. My surname is Yu, Yu Weizhen. Starting today, I'm your deputy team leader."

Everyone in the conference room exchanged glances.

Lu Huaiyi, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a dazed look in his eyes. "Hey, haven't we met somewhere before?"

Yu Weizhen curled her lips. "Officer, that pickup line hasn't been in fashion since Jia Baoyu met Lin Daiyu."

Lu Huaiyi said nothing. The more he looked at Yu Weizhen, the more familiar she seemed. Not just her face, but her voice, too. And yet he still couldn't remember where he'd met her.

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"Hey, Sister Yu," Xiao Le swallowed. "It's the middle of summer. Aren't you hot dressed like that?"

Yu Weizhen glanced at her leather jacket, flicked the material, and smiled at him. "A little heat and sweat are better than having blood and gore splattered all over you, sticking to your skin and clothes and running down your body. This is much cleaner."

"Here's a tip for you. The first thing you do when you join our task force," Yu Weizhen said with a half-smile, "is buy yourself a couple of decent leather outfits. They don't need to be real leather, just waterproof and resistant to seepage."

[This story is entirely fictional. Please don't take it seriously.]

[Upcoming story: A Purely Feminine Life]

[In the blink of an eye, the apocalypse had arrived. The good news was that she had a Gambler System. As she completed missions and leveled up, she could boost her attributes and improve her odds of survival.

First card draw... Defense +5

Second card draw... Defense +10

Third card draw... Defense +3%

A ten-pull... Defense +46.5%

That's it? That's all?

Even someone as well-mannered as Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't stop herself from cursing. What the hell, why not put all of it into health? At least with a big enough health bar, she wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt. If I ever mutate, I'll be a dried-up corpse with skin like iron!

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Before the apocalypse, Feng Xiaoxiao went everywhere by car, with a parasol, sunscreen, pretty skirts, and high heels. She lived a life of luxury. But in the blink of an eye...

Kun Lu: I don't expect you to be good at fighting. Just make sure you can run when danger comes. Get up. There are still twenty kilometers to go. You can eat when you've finished running.]

[Upcoming story: Escape]

[For her entire life, Liang Yue could never escape that bizarre cage.

Even when her life began again,

all it took was the sound of a whistle

for her to become like Pavlov's dog,

cowering and trembling in the corner of the cage, covered in wounds.

"Qin Shi," she grasped the glimmer of light that had once crossed her life. "Take me away, will you?"

A scar marked Qin Shi's brow, and his eyes were filled with fury and menace. Still, he remembered to soften his grip as he took her hand. "All right."

"I'll take you away. We'll leave together."]

Theme: Evil will never triumph over good