My Mortal Enemy and I Can't Stand Each Other (Crime Investigation)

In an old two-story house, a middle-aged man in his fifties with an unstable mind successfully summons a demon...

In the end, the demon refuses his "wish."

"If you won't help me kill someone, I'll kill you!!!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're beyond saving."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Hei Shiyan vanished into thin air.

Several days later, the stench constantly pouring from the old house finally attracted the Special Investigation Department and its captain, Bai Fanjun.

The sealed room was filled with the dreadful, rotting stench of evil.

The victim lay in the center of a pentagram, surrounded by a pool of blackened corpse water.

An eerie, gloomy atmosphere permeated the entire crime scene, meeting Bai Fanjun's eyes.

Bai Fanjun's dark eyes narrowed beneath his glasses.

Could the victim have been summoning a demon?

Could Hei Shiyan have killed him?

Hei Shiyan appeared when summoned. He loved rotten, foul-smelling souls best.

So he agreed to teach those scumbags a lesson, in exchange for their souls.

Oh, what a mess. Something had suddenly gone very wrong with his body, and his magic had developed a major bug.

It must have been connected to the fact that someone with ulterior motives had made him awaken twenty years early...

He was supposed to possess the summoners and help them get revenge on the trash who had wronged them.

Unexpectedly, he ended up possessing the furry little creatures near the summoners instead: dogs, cats, tiny birds, and scruffy gray mice.

My rival and I are fated enemies. We run into each other everywhere.

And now I've even been caught.

Dog Shiyan wiggled his stubby legs, his doggy face wearing a dead-fish stare

as he glared unhappily at the rival holding him.

"Woof, woof, woof... Let go of me!"

A cold glint flashed across Bai Fanjun's silver-rimmed glasses. He looked indifferent,

but the hidden plushie fanatic inside him was acting up, and the urge to pet the dog arose spontaneously.

Hei Shiyan was practically Conan incarnate. Wherever he went, a murder case appeared.

Another murder took place, tangling the two of them up once again...

Huh? Why had a few scumbags died? What had gone wrong?

This demon hadn't even thrown a single iron fist yet.

Just as Hei Shiyan successfully possessed a summoner, Bai Fanjun's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Stop! Who are you, and why are you at the crime scene?"

Hei Shiyan broke into a cold sweat, his heart racing.

Had his rival already figured out that he was Hei Shiyan?

Meanwhile, someone hiding in the shadows kept plotting against Hei Shiyan,

step by step trying to turn him into a scapegoat and drive a wedge between him and his rival...

They wanted the two to fight to the death,

with one of them bound to die,

and were secretly putting their plan into action.

Also known as: "Demons Forbidden at Crime Scenes"

CP: A cold, disciplined angelic chief of police who hates things going off the rails and insists on setting them straight, as the seme, VS a neither-good-nor-evil, cunning, narcissistic demon who loves desserts and keeps embarrassing himself because of a major magic bug, as the uke.

[Their Silly Little Side Story]

Hei Shiyan was extremely narcissistic. Whenever he saw Bai Fanjun, he would flash a demonic smile,

tease him, and see how he reacted.

Bai Fanjun couldn't stand him and loathed him completely.

Hei Shiyan automatically ignored the disgust in his eyes and clung to him like chewing gum,

even slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Hey, hey, Bai Fanjun..."

Bai Fanjun looked disgusted and shoved him away without hesitation,

then immediately brushed his shoulder as if dusting off some trash.

"Get lost. Stay away from me!"

Later on,

Bai Fanjun approached him on his own and pulled him into his arms,

kissing him without hesitation.

After the kiss, Bai Fanjun rubbed the corner of his lips,

looking intently into those deep blue eyes filled with astonishment.

"You win, my dear demon."

Oh no! I think I took the joke too far.

Hei Shiyan stood there completely petrified...

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Theme: Heh, rotten, foul-smelling souls overflowing with the seven emotions and six desires. I love them best. Who summoned me?