Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 42 - 00: It Would Be a Waste If I, Lin Fan, Didn’t Become a Detective

Chapter 42: Chapter 0042: It Would Be a Waste If I, Lin Fan, Didn’t Become a Detective

"Boss, are you really not taking us with you?" Wang Baoliu and the others surrounded Lin Fan, their eyes betraying a desire to follow him out on this mission.

Lin Fan replied, "You should focus on your cultivation properly. This is no joke—there’s a chance we’ll face very powerful demons. With your current strength, not only would you be unable to help, you’d just become a burden."

Wang Baoliu lowered his head; disappointment was inevitable.

But he had no choice.

Being weak left him no alternative.

"Alright, but Boss, you must take care of yourself," Wang Baoliu said. He silently vowed that he would work even harder to improve his cultivation.

What a pity.

Though cultivating as an Immortal requires talent, even practicing martial arts also demands talent.

Given their current age and the cultivation techniques they have access to, the odds of becoming experts are frighteningly low.

Only by consuming rare treasures to greatly increase their inner strength would there be any chance.

Otherwise, it’s hopeless.

"During the time I’m away, keep to your cultivation and don’t create trouble for me. If you must, wait until I return," Lin Fan said. His authority as their leader was still undeniable.

Wang Zhou and Zhao Desheng were waiting outside the door.

Without saying much more, Lin Fan waved his hand for them to go cultivate on their own before hastily departing.

Outside the city.

The Demon Hunting Mansion’s four top experts—Wang Zhou, Lin Fan, Zhao Desheng—in addition to three others formed a powerful group of seven.

Even if they encountered the Black Fox Demon, they wouldn’t be without the strength to battle it.

"My Lord, do you think the Serpent Gang might be involved?" Lin Fan asked.

To be honest.

For some reason, the Serpent Gang appeared to be the most suspicious party. After all, there was precedent—the incident ten miles away had yielded no conclusion because it was entangled with the Serpent Gang and ultimately went unresolved.

"Ah." Wang Zhou sighed heavily, his brows furrowed and never relaxing. "The Serpent Gang, the Serpent Gang..."

His tone carried a deep sense of helplessness.

As if there truly was no way to deal with the Serpent Gang.

"I think it’s unlikely. The Serpent Gang wouldn’t gain anything by doing this, and without benefits, how could they act? It’s impossible."

Wang Zhou spoke confidently, but his heart was filled with doubts, wondering if the Serpent Gang truly was behind it.

Even though the incident ten miles away had no clear resolution.

But isn’t the conclusion obvious?

Of course, it was the Serpent Gang.

But knowing this, what good does it do?

Where’s the evidence?

Only with evidence could the Serpent Gang in Jiangdu City be eradicated completely.

Collaborating with demons is a grave taboo. No matter how powerful the backing, it cannot defend against this.

"I believe it’s not so certain. If we knew what the benefits were, then it wouldn’t be a secret. Only by us not knowing can it remain a secret."

Lin Fan speculated, hoping to deduce what kind of scheme this might involve.

But Gao Yixiong’s banquet didn’t align with any of the scenarios he envisioned—it was merely an ordinary invitation to dinner, accompanied by a small gift of silver taels and questions aiming to extract information. It didn’t seem to involve forming alliances.

Wang Zhou nodded in agreement, feeling there was some logic to Lin Fan’s analysis.

Lin Fan chose not to dwell on Wang Zhou’s theories regarding the Serpent Gang and instead approached Zhao Desheng for conversation.

Since returning from the ten-mile incident, he had barely seen Zhao Desheng.

It seemed Zhao Desheng threw himself back into his constable duties after only a few short days of rest.

"Let’s pick up the pace and try to get there before sundown," Li Zhiyong said.

Soon.

Seven steeds galloped forward.

The village.

Lin Fan and the others finally arrived at their destination. The village was eerily quiet—the bloodstains at the entrance had long dried.

The group dismounted and stood at the village gate without stepping inside for the moment.

"There are clearly demons here, so why haven’t they entered Jiangdu City?" Lin Fan asked.

Wang Zhou answered, "There aren’t many villages around Jiangdu City, but this village is somewhat unique. The villagers don’t like city life and insist on staying here. Even if you relocate them to Jiangdu City, after a while, they’ll secretly return."

"Those who live outside the city are aware of the existence of demons, but they seem to view demons as little more than animals slightly larger than usual."

Lin Fan remained silent. Perhaps this could simply be called audacity.

Surveying the area, there were no signs of an intense battle, suggesting it had been a one-sided massacre.

"Let’s move in and take a look; everyone stay alert. The demons might have already left, but there’s a chance they’re hiding in the shadows," Wang Zhou instructed.

Demons’ intelligence isn’t low; some are even more cunning than humans.

Lin Fan frowned. Not a single corpse. If not for the dried bloodstains, it would be hard to imagine that a calamity had unfolded here.

As for the survivors, though alive, they’d been frightened into madness by the demons.

Wang Zhou carefully examined the ground, missing no detail in his search for prints—an essential clue to identifying the type of demon.

"Strange, truly strange—why are there no footprints? Could it be a demon without feet?"

Everyone present, except Lin Fan, was a seasoned demon slayer.

Not only could they slay demons, but they were adept at examining subtleties and deducing the responsible demon.

At this moment.

The group scattered to search for clues.

"Lin Fan, don’t stray beyond our line of sight; there could still be demons lurking in the dark," Wang Zhou called out.

"Understood,"

Lin Fan responded. If he could be frank, he’d reassure Wang Zhou to relax—he was far more versed in these tricks than the routes they’d ever trodden.

Of course.

If this were one of those dramatic shows, with this exact situation, someone not dying would be unthinkable.

Curiosity often kills the cat.

Regular figures investigating clues are particularly susceptible to a mysterious noise intriguing them, leading to reckless decisions like skipping warnings to others, embarking solo, and ultimately disappearing without a trace.

Not long thereafter.

Wang Zhou discovered a clue—he found claw marks on the corner of a collapsed wooden gate.

"I’ve found something."

"It’s not the Black Demon Fox; the Black Demon Fox has five toes, but this claw mark has three."

Wang Zhou shared his findings with the group.

"Good—it’s not the Black Fox Demon, then. That’d be difficult to deal with," Li Zhiyong said. Despite his readiness to slay any demon, he secretly hoped the Black Fox Demon wouldn’t reappear—it’d complicate matters immensely.

At that moment.

Lin Fan’s voice cut through the air.

"It wasn’t just demons—humans were involved in this village massacre."

Wang Zhou and the others froze upon hearing Lin Fan’s remark, their expressions changing drastically as they rushed to his side.

"How can you tell?" Wang Zhou asked.

Lin Fan pointed to the ground, "Look here."

The group looked down. Nothing—a normal dirt surface, devoid of traces.

Lin Fan crouched and began explaining patiently, "Notice this cut—it seems to have been made by a blade. There’s also bloodstaining here. It’s likely that a villager had fallen and an enemy raised their blade, stabbing downward with great force. The tip pierced the body before embedding into the ground."

"Now look at the soil. Here, there are signs of struggle—possibly caused by the victim kicking the ground with their legs."

Wang Zhou and the others frowned deeply, glancing at Lin Fan with newfound respect.

The analysis was spot-on—it almost seemed irrefutable.

This level of observation and reasoning was truly impressive.