Chapter 35: Call the Police to Arrest Myself

“Why did it turn out like this?” I walked resignedly towards the police station.
Xiao Qing and Senior Sister Mo were beside me.
After some discussion, we still decided to call the police.

“Remember what I said earlier?
You are Xia Yubing now.
The person you’re reporting is Luo Xiao.
He attacked you and displayed some abnormal abilities.
You survived because of the jade pendant’s protection.
Xiao Qing and I are both witnesses,” Mo Qingyan reminded me again.

“Reporting myself feels so strange, and if I do this, my original identity will be completely gone.” I was still hesitant.
Once I reported, my identity would become a monster, and I would never be able to change back.

“There’s no other way.
If your current identity is exposed, you’ll definitely be forcibly imprisoned and taken for observation and research.
After all, you are an unprecedented case of a Painted Skin Ghost transformation in the records, and you’ve even changed skins—it’s too rare.
You absolutely cannot tell the truth; you can only report as Xia Yubing,” Mo Qingyan emphasized again.

“Senior Sister Mo, as a ghost transformation subject, won’t the police detect something wrong with Brother Xiao?” Ou Zhiqin asked with some concern.

“That’s not a problem.
There are too many examples of people becoming ghost-transformed after being attacked by ghosts.
As long as he doesn’t act peculiar, the police won’t interfere.
Unless we tell them, who would believe he swapped identities with the school beauty?” Mo Qingyan said.

Ou Zhiqin no longer questioned it.
All of this was truly too bizarre; outsiders couldn’t possibly imagine it.
Not to mention them not actively revealing it, even if they did, the police might not believe it.

In an instant, the police station was already in sight.
I clearly noticed that there were two stone lions placed at the entrance of the police station, exuding a heavy aura that enveloped the entire station, much thicker than the surrounding residential houses.

After we walked through the door, two police officers were sitting in the front desk lobby.
Seeing three beautiful high school girls in school uniforms enter, one of the officers immediately said, “Ladies, hello.
Is there anything we can help you with?”

I sat down, recalled the Painted Skin Ghost’s relentless haunting and ruthlessness, and then, steeling my resolve, I said, “What I’m about to tell you, please don’t be afraid.”

“We are the police; we won’t be afraid,” one officer said, and the other followed, “Please speak.”

“I just, saw a ghost,” I said, trembling.
I wasn’t faking it; even now, remembering the scene where the Painted Skin Ghost almost strangled me, I still broke out in a cold sweat from fear.

The two police officers looked solemn.
The officer on the left asked, “What kind of ghost?”

“Ah?” I hadn’t expected the police to ask that.
I was about to blurt out “Painted Skin Ghost” when I suddenly remembered the discussion I had with Senior Sister Mo.
She told me not to reveal the type of ghost and not to show that I knew about the supernatural world.
“I, I don’t know what kind of ghost it was.
It disguised itself as my classmate, its head would split open, revealing a grotesque skull, and it would leave bloody claw prints.” I said in a panic.

The officer on the right quickly recorded the features I described on paper.
The officer on the left continued to ask, “It disguised itself as your classmate?
You are students from Jianlong Middle School, right?
Who did it disguise itself as?”

I still couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Mo Qingyan helped me, saying, “Luo Xiao, the ghost disguised itself as Luo Xiao and attacked her.”

“Luo Xiao?” The police officer frowned, as if he had heard the name before.
Then he suddenly recalled something: “Luo Xiao!
Isn’t he the sole survivor of the gruesome family murder case that happened this morning?
And the son of that family.”

At this point, a police officer organizing documents from behind said, “Yes, it’s Luo Xiao.
This morning, Old Li even took people to Jianlong Central to inform him about the case.
Old Li returned and said the child’s reaction wasn’t quite right; he was almost speechless, possibly disoriented from the immense shock of his family’s murder.
Old Li didn’t overstimulate him.”

“Mistake!
Their line of reasoning is wrong.
That Luo Xiao is not the sole survivor; he is the ghost that committed the heinous act.
Quick, notify Old Li to prepare for an arrest, and tell him to be careful!” the officer on the right immediately cried out.

The officer organizing documents immediately called the person named Old Li, presumably a frontline officer.
The officer on the left continued to ask me, “Do you have any other details to add?
The more detailed, the better, as it will help protect you all.”

I had originally thought of various pieces of information I could disclose to convince the police to believe me, but none of it was needed.
They immediately connected it to my family’s murder case and quickly decided to search for the Painted Skin Ghost.
I didn’t need to say another word.

But thinking about it, it was understandable.
Since the Supernatural Events Department could collect so much information about demons and ghosts, it was only natural that the police would know about their existence in this world.
And with my family’s murder case being so significant and within this police district, they could, of course, quickly connect the dots.

After thinking for a moment, I told the police a clue I had prepared: “There were some, delinquents at our school.
They had a conflict with Luo Xiao near the school gate this morning, and then they were never seen again.”

“Contact the teachers at Jianlong Central to see which students didn’t come to school today, then contact their parents to see if they’ve returned home,” the left officer said.

The officer on the right added, “Be careful during the investigation; do not disclose details of the case to parents.
Also, pay attention to those students who returned home; they might no longer be themselves.”

I paused, startled.
Although the officers seemed to deliberately avoid discussing specific information about ghosts in front of us, it seemed they had already guessed that the perpetrator was a Painted Skin Ghost, or at least a ghost with similar characteristics.

“Miss, is there anything else you’d like to add?” The officer on the left asked again.
I shook my head, “I don’t know anything else.”

“Then please go to the lounge next door to calm down.
I will have you sign a report material later.
Please rest assured, we will definitely bring the evil spirit to justice,” the officer said.

While the statement was a bit strange—can ghosts be brought to justice?—at least their efficiency and responsiveness greatly reassured me.
It seemed they were prepared.
The three of us went to the lounge, drank some water.
Worried about the surveillance cameras in the police station, we dared not discuss anything, only watching the officers busy outside the door.
They were constantly making phone calls, seemingly requesting assistance from other police departments and exchanging information.
Soon, another team of police officers emerged from within the station, heading out to participate in the arrest.

After a while, the officer who had greeted us at the front desk came in with a police report, handed it to me to review, and asked me to fill in the report information.
I hesitated for a moment, then signed “Xia Yubing” in the name field.