All My Superpowers Come from the Law of Causality-Chapter 84: Skinny Ghost

The two investigators glanced at Su Xin, who was covered in bruises, and exchanged a look.

"In such a sorry state after a street fight, relying on a woman to save him in the end, he can’t be the same person as the black-robed one from our intel, can he?"

"According to the organization’s psychological profile, the black-robed person, though appearing chivalrous and righteous, actually has a significant knack for killing."

"Yesterday’s incident is proof of that."

"Moreover, every time he acts, he wears a black robe and leaves no fingerprints, seeming to be very cautious about protecting his identity. But in reality, his nature is impulsive and arrogant, wandering around recklessly every night, not hiding from anyone, even daring to confront both the Nirvana Association and the conglomerates. Actually, he’s not really afraid of his identity being exposed."

"The character profile suggests that the black-robed one is an inherently arrogant and extremely cold person."

"Such a person..."

"If faced with a clash with a few thugs on the street and beaten so badly, he would probably kill them even at the risk of exposing his identity."

"Even if the black-robed person is calmer than we think, faced with such humiliation, he might endure for the sake of his identity but would definitely find another time to kill them."

"In any case, let’s keep an eye on him."

"Other than his age and height matching, his lifestyle and personality don’t align."

"Su Xin, let’s downgrade his suspicion to one star."

The two took some photos, noted down some information, and continued their meal as if nothing happened.

Although the organization values the investigation into the black-robed one, they can’t thoroughly dig into everyone who’s a suspect.

After all, they are merely a hidden criminal organization with limited manpower, and acting too conspicuously would only attract trouble.

Moreover, although the second investigation team only has nine main targets, there are more than four hundred secondary targets with fifty-some matching the age and height.

They have to investigate each one.

They can’t investigate everyone in detail; it would be too much effort.

First, they must quickly finish investigating the situation of all targets, classify them into different levels of suspicion, and then dig deeper, for maximum efficiency.

Su Xin’s behavior didn’t seem very suspicious to them.

...

A taxi stopped by an old residential complex. Lin Yufei got out, thanked the driver politely, and walked away.

She bought some steaming hot buns from a roadside stall, carrying a transparent plastic bag as she walked toward the old residential community.

In this community, the distance between each residential building is small, making the space seem cramped, with hardly any greenery or fitness facilities, and the environment rather messy.

It was just past nine o’clock in the evening, and the streetlights were spaced far apart, adding to the eerie and grim atmosphere.

Lin Yufei, with her right hand in her pocket and left hand holding the buns, calmly walked along the road. After turning a corner, she gently placed the plastic bag with buns on a small stone table.

Then she continued walking forward.

Before long, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes, wearing a shabby baseball cap, emerged slowly.

In his case, being literally skin and bones was not an exaggeration but a fact.

His arms were even thinner than Lin Yufei’s slender figure, and he wore tight women’s jeans found who-knows-where, but they hung loosely on him.

His face was so gaunt that you could make out the contours of his skull, with sunken cheeks, protruding cheekbones, and bulging eyes, making him look more like a ghost from hell than a person.

Because of this appearance, people had nicknamed him "Skinny Ghost."

So, he usually wore a baseball cap, keeping the brim low to hide his face as much as possible, to avoid scaring others.

He glanced at Lin Yufei’s departing figure and slowly raised his right hand, picking up the plastic bag of hot buns, and shuffled back into the shadows.

...

Back home.

Writing until around eleven at night.

Su Xin changed into his black-robed gear, took a handgun as backup, and after a few teleportations, appeared on a street somewhere in Lening City again.

Unfortunately, with his current teleportation ability, if he wanted to go to another city, he could only randomly teleport as before, not knowing where he’d end up or how many times he’d need to teleport. The crucial point was, he needed to memorize every teleportation point on the way back.

The memory load could be significant.

Currently, he had memorized seventy-two points in Lening City as long-term anchors, taxing his mental capacity, and he feared mixing them up.

So, unless necessary, he wasn’t too keen on wasting mental energy memorizing other locations.

Lening City was big enough. With his current crime-fighting efficiency, he couldn’t suppress all crimes, so he wasn’t worried about running out of targets in the short term.

However, what Su Xin didn’t anticipate was that, while his name was insufficient to deter all criminal behavior, the legend of the black-robed man had spread throughout the city’s various organizations.

After all, he’d been active for several days, stopping dozens of crimes, and more than a hundred people had seen him.

If these organizations still didn’t believe in the existence of the black-robed man, they’d be exceedingly foolish.

Most importantly, due to word of mouth from some witnesses, the urban legend of a black-robed man who liked to be a chivalrous hero at night had quietly gained traction among the city residents over the past few days.

However, because of online censorship of keywords related to the black robe and teleportation, these stories only spread among specific groups, and most people were still unaware of the black-robed one’s existence.

For example, Su Xin.

He hadn’t heard anyone talk about the black-robed man.

Therefore, he was unaware that his other identity had started spreading among some groups.

As he walked on the wide streets, he realized something was amiss when passersby occasionally caught sight of him with surprised expressions, and some surreptitiously took photos with their phones.

"What’s going on?"

"Has my name already spread?"

Suddenly, he realized, "Makes sense, I’ve appeared so many times. It’s actually quite slow that it’s only catching public attention now."

"But I’m not sure if this will affect my future actions. Probably will..."

Su Xin glanced nonchalantly at a pedestrian not far ahead photographing him with a phone, his hands concealed under the black robe coming together silently.

One teleportation and he was ten meters away.

Since his name had spread, there was no need to hide anymore; he might as well teleport openly, regardless of the people around.

Whether the existence of Superpower Users would spread widely wasn’t his concern.