Solving the Crisis with Intelligence, Winning the Lady's Favor

Bo Yu's fingers tapped gently on the convenience store glass, the blue glow from the electronic screen dancing in his pupils.

In the news footage, behind the blurred caution tape, a streak of silver-gray fur fluttered faintly in the night breeze, much like the blood from that night, which had clung to his claws at the alley's mouth.

The sound of the automatic door sliding open suddenly grew sharp. Three figures in graphene coats blocked the exits from different directions.

The man at the front, with a square face, presented his credentials. The metal badge gleamed coldly under the neon lights. "Supernatural Affairs Investigation Bureau, Wang Zhengyang."

"Is this the new trend? Even buying oden requires an ID check?" Bo Yu leaned casually against the hot food counter, though the muscles in his neck were taut as a bowstring.

He could hear the vibrations of a high-frequency knife in the tactical belt of one agent, and the electronic pulse from a mini heart rate monitor in the old doctor's pocket—120 beats per minute, too fast to be normal.

Professor Lin adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his pupils casting an unusual grayish hue. "Bo, your telomerase activity is 37 times that of a normal human," he said, pulling out a tablet and displaying a stream of data. "Last Friday night at 10:00 p.m., surveillance on Donghua Road captured a wolf-like creature, and your phone's signal..."

"I was at an internet café playing ranked," Bo Yu interrupted, suddenly leaning in close to the old man, his breath brushing past the recording device in the man's collar. "Should I show you my game footage? That Yasuo pentakill I pulled off—would that be a good alibi?"

Officer Wang pressed down on his colleague's trembling wrist. He noticed the way the boy's Adam's apple vibrated with abnormal stability while speaking, as though he had been trained to evade surveillance.

But what caught his attention were the finer details: the varying depths of the footprints on the store's tile floor, the deformed coins at the cashier's counter, and the scabbed-over wound at the boy's T-shirt collar—a crescent-shaped scar, as if bitten by some creature.

"Young man, explain this," Officer Wang suddenly activated a holographic projection. On the screen, the shattered surveillance camera sparked. "The hospital said this is an extremely rare equipment malfunction."

Bo Yu's tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, the lingering metallic taste from his wolf transformation filling his mouth.

He mimicked the exaggerated tone of a game streamer: "Maybe it's the heavens punishing those who take secret photos, like what happened last Friday..."

The drawn-out tone caused Professor Lin's heart rate monitor to go off with a shrill alarm.

The old man grabbed Bo Yu's wrist, his nails almost digging into the skin. "The metal shards in the grooves of your nails match the alloy components found at the accident scene!"

The store's fluorescent lights began to flicker.

Bo Yu felt the joints at the base of his spine burning—this was the prelude to the full moon, the burn signaling his impending transformation.

He suddenly grinned, gripping the old man's wristwatch. "Professor, your heart rate is skyrocketing—maybe you should try my pressure-reducing remedy?"

Outside the glass window, the neon lights sparked with a sudden electric flash.

When the lights flickered back on, the boy was already standing on the opposite side of the street with a cup of oden, the night breeze lifting his hoodie, revealing the still-healing claw marks on his neck.

Officer Wang's communicator crackled with urgent voices. "All cameras have malfunctioned simultaneously for three seconds!"

Professor Lin's gaze was fixed on his wristwatch, where thirty-seven seconds had vanished, his glasses glowing with a feverish light under the streetlamp. "Request an EEG monitoring warrant immediately! His synaptic conduction speed has absolutely exceeded—"

"Withdraw!" Officer Wang pressed the earpiece to his ear, cutting him off.

He watched the boy disappear around the corner, his tactical gloves brushing the convenience store glass—five wolf-claw-shaped fingerprints remained on the surface, and the tempered glass was visibly self-repairing.

Bo Yu suddenly stopped at the alley's corner.

The soup in his cup rippled unnaturally, as a tremor, defying the laws of physics, spread along the tiles.

He caught a familiar ozone scent in the air, ten times stronger than the usual smell from a subway entrance, yet laced with the contradictory essence of violet and gunpowder.

Behind the convenience store's rooftop billboard, the hem of Tang Yao's windbreaker fluttered in the residual quantum transmission waves.

Her spectral analyzer displayed the biological readings from the alley seven hundred meters away—those numbers were breaking human boundaries, but remained locked at a dangerously unstable threshold.

The soup in the paper cup suddenly stilled into a mirror-like surface.

Bo Yu's pupils contracted to pinpricks, and his retina reflected the metallic frame of the billboard thirty meters behind him—there, in the shadow where nothing should have been, there was a quantum refraction that only a werewolf's blood could detect.

He tossed the cup of oden into the air, and as it fell, the soup froze into pearlescent beads.

"Peeping isn't a hobby a lady should have," he said with a laugh, his fingertips brushing against the convenience store glass. As he did, metal shards left behind by his touch suddenly emitted a burst of blue light.

Five hundred meters away, the lightning rod atop an office building hummed, and the neon signs across the street began flickering in a pattern resembling Morse code.

Tang Yao's footsteps faltered in midair.

The silver button on the sleeve of her windbreaker was vibrating at a high frequency, transmitting a resonance beyond the range of sound waves.

As Bo Yu turned around, she saw the silver fur still clinging to the back of his neck, glowing coldly under the streetlights, like moonlight frozen into frost.

"Calling electromagnetic interference Morse code? Your romantic sense is sharper than a werewolf's fangs." She raised her hand, catching the falling paper cup with uncanny precision. Not a drop spilled.

In the rising mist, the star-shaped pendant around her neck flashed with data flow, capturing the subtle contraction of Bo Yu's pupils with a precision of 0.01 seconds.

Bo Yu inhaled deeply, catching the sharp scent of violet mingling with gunpowder. His enhanced werewolf sense of smell registered the tension in the air, the collision of two worlds—a predator's primal instinct.

He took a half-step back and leaned against a rusted iron door, deliberately making it creak. "So concerned about my fangs... want to check them yourself?"

A sound of metal scraping suddenly came from the darkness.

Professor Lin's white lab coat appeared at the alley's entrance, the lens of his glasses glowing with infrared scanning.

In his hand, a restraining device was charging, the hexagonal rings emitting a hiss like a serpent's tongue. "Finally showing your tail, little wolf cub," the old man said, his voice laced with electric distortion, clearly modified by a voice changer.

Bo Yu's spine suddenly crackled, as though his bones were dislocating. Moonlight broke through the clouds above, weaving a silver net beneath his feet.

As the plasma net activated, Bo Yu leapt toward the blue light, kicking the advertising banner hanging from the convenience store's second floor. The golden letters spelling "Anniversary Sale" fell with a deafening crash, precisely blocking three different anesthetic needles.

"Old man, you should really upgrade your smart wristband," Bo Yu twisted midair, his hoodie popping out a broken charging cable.

The cable wrapped around the streetlamp transformer, and at that moment, the entire alley's electrical system overloaded. Sparks flew, spelling out the words "Game Over" in crooked English beneath Professor Lin's feet.

Tang Yao's pupils dilated slightly.

Her spectrometer showed that Bo Yu had completed eighteen tactical evasions in 0.3 seconds, surpassing even the real-time processing speed of a quantum computer.

Her fingers brushed her hair's ends, releasing icy crystals, silently freezing the alarm system that was about to go off.

"Catch him!" Professor Lin roared, causing the wall to crumble with his voice. "I want the live pituitary gland!"

Seven special forces agents disguised as bystanders closed in from all directions, their graphene boots resonating with subsonic vibrations.

Bo Yu suddenly ripped open the collar of his hoodie. The unhealed bite mark on his collarbone leaked silver blood, and the smell of it caused the three closest agents to stagger in temporary dizziness.

Now or never!

With a push, he launched himself up a rainwater pipe, scaling the three-meter-high wall. As he landed, the crumbling bricks beneath him turned soft like quicksand.

In that instant, he whistled toward the moon. The jazz drums from the nearby bar exploded, the shockwave shattering every glass object within a hundred meters.

"Thanks, Mr. Drummer," Bo Yu grinned through the rain of crystal shards, his arms spread wide, falling backward.

This fall, which would have shattered his spine, was cushioned by an invisible quantum gravitational field, like tumbling into an unseen bed of feathers.

Tang Yao retracted her hand from the activated power field, the star-shaped pendant now burning hot to the touch.

Realizing that she had made the first move, she found Bo Yu's jacket now draped over her shoulders.

"Don't misunderstand. I was just worried you'd catch a cold," Bo Yu's breath grazed her ear as his fingers seemingly brushed past the pendant.

His supersensory werewolf instincts told him that this pendant emitted an ancient