The Most Random System

So the two of them leaned back in their seats and closed their eyes to rest.

The atmosphere inside the car was peaceful.

Yangliang watched the scene, and couldn’t help but feel a different kind of sensation...

If he quietly opened the car door and jumped off, but used something to press the gas pedal, could he silently rid Xiling of two little troublemakers and a super ultimate cosmic troublemaker?

...

"Wake up, Mouse, Old Wen, we’ve arrived, you can get up now."

Mouse and Old Wen were awakened by Lin Li’s nudging and calling.

The moment they woke up, they couldn’t even react to the situation, a bit puzzled as to why they were in this car.

But soon, those unforgettable memories before sleep flooded back, though still somewhat groggy, they immediately sat up straight: "Are we there?"

"Yeah, we’re at the base, look, to somewhat welcome you, we’ve turned on all the lights." Lin Li nodded, got out of the car first, and simultaneously gestured with his chin toward the nearby area.

Mouse and Old Wen rubbed their sleepy eyes and followed Lin Li out of the car.

Following Lin Li’s words and gaze, both of them confirmed the current scene.

They were on a street, the buildings ahead brightly lit, the red and blue police emblem particularly striking in the night, the big words "Sanqiao Police Station" clearly visible at the entrance.

"Wow, so realistic huh—" Mouse yawned, instinctively looked around, gazing at the solemn and dignified entrance and orderly buildings, couldn’t help but mutter, "No wonder... No wonder those fooled believe it..."

If it were him, he would think it’s real too.

Old Wen also nodded in agreement: "Yeah, this setup, even more realistic than imagined, really impressive."

"Come, stretch out your hands." Lin Li stood in front of them and said naturally.

"Uh, what for?"

Though puzzled, Mouse and Old Wen instinctively stretched out their hands almost simultaneously, faces displaying a bit of just-awakened bewilderment and habitual obedience; only after did they inquire what it was for.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Two crisp sounds of metal clamping resonated, the cold sensation instantly fastening around their wrists.

"This... what’s this?" Mouse and Old Wen looked at the handcuffs glinting coldly on their wrists, asking in confusion.

Lin Li patted their shoulders and smiled: "We’re all brothers within the future organization, since you’re here to experience it, let’s make it comprehensive, put on ’fake handcuffs’, it’s more realistic, more immersive."

Yangliang stood silently by the side, his mouth seemed to twitch again, yet he didn’t speak, just nodded along.

Mouse and Old Wen looked down at the cold, shiny ’fake handcuffs’ on their wrists, curiously rotated their wrists, the metal rubbing produced slight clicking sounds.

"Wow, this thing, feels as heavy as the real ones," Mouse clicked his tongue, then flexed his fingers, "Wore them before, feels, tsk, different this time."

Old Wen also nodded, his face showing a bit of sentiment: "It’s different, last time was really scary, this time it’s rather bit exciting, hehe~"

"Experience must be realistic," Lin Li patted their shoulders lightly, "Let’s go, Uncle Yang, lead the way."

The four walked towards the brightly lit police station entrance.

Passing the security booth at the entrance, the guard inside stuck his head out, opened the small gate for them, and naturally called out seeing Yangliang: "Chief Yang, back already? Are these two new arrests?"

Yangliang nodded, responded briefly.

"Not driving inside? There’s parking available inside."

"That’s not necessary."

Mouse and Old Wen didn’t pause, instinctively nodded toward the guard, still containing some novel laughter on their faces.

"Brother Bufan, this is..."

Lin Li: "Fake security guard."

"Figures, this fake security guard acts quite convincingly, even took the initiative to chat." Mouse approved.

"That’s right, professional team, every detail spot on." Lin Li replied unchangeably.

Passing through the gate, entering the courtyard.

Several blue and white patrol cars were parked inside, their lights particularly striking in the night.

"Brother, these cars..."

"Fake patrol cars, set design props, looks authentic doesn’t it? Exactly like the real ones."

"Yeah, exactly, too much like the real ones," Mouse nodded repeatedly, his eyes sweeping back and forth over the patrol cars, full of admiration, "This paint job, these lights, simply stunning..."

Entering the hall, inside bright and tidy, walls adorned with various regulations and promotional banners.

Just entered the hall, a young man in a patrol uniform carrying documents passed by, seeing Yangliang and Lin Li, familiarly greeted: "Brother Liang, Lin Li, back already? These two just brought back?"

Lin Li naturally waved to him: "Yes, Brother Fang, you’re working tonight too, appreciate your effort."

"Yang Brother having you makes it tougher." The young man chuckled.

Lin Li didn’t know him particularly well.

But the other seemed quite familiar with Lin Li.

As for calling Lin Li by name directly in their presence, at this point, it didn’t matter.

"Little Fang, come over later for the records." Records require at least two Demon Suppression Envoys present, a strict rule, hence Yangliang stated.

"Sure, soon as I finish this up, give me a few minutes." The other nodded, walked briskly away.

Mouse and Old Wen’s curious smiles suddenly seemed a bit forced.

Wait a minute...

This conversation...

Mouse opened his mouth, seemed to want to speak but the words stuck in his throat, finally just swallowed hard.

Meanwhile, Old Wen instinctively halted, his gaze tightly following the patrol’s disappearing figure down the hallway, the excitement and admiration rapidly fading, replaced by an inexpressible bewilderment and... shock.

The praise he was about to say fell silent.

"That was a ’fake patrol’,"

Lin Li enthusiastically continued introductions, pretending not to notice their shift,

"Look, the fake rules on the walls, all fake signs we made, how about it, quite convincing aren’t they?"

Neither immediately responded like before.

Mouse merely nodded extremely slowly, movements stiff.

Old Wen simply lowered his head, looking at his toes in silence, following along, yet his steps noticeably heavier.

Finally, reaching a room labeled "Interrogation Room", Yangliang took out a key to unlock it.

Inside, simply furnished, a table, several chairs, one fixed to the concrete ground, a metal interrogation chair with shackles.

Lin Li entered first, pulled out the ordinary chair opposite the interrogation chair, sat, then gestured to the special chair, his face displaying a nearly sincere service expression:

"Come, come, gentlemen, here’s the highlight of the experience, our carefully crafted ’fake interrogation chair’."

"Next, we’ll proceed with the tense and thrilling ’fake record’ session, so, who will sit on this ’fake interrogation chair’ first, to immerse with us in the process?"

Yangliang: "Lin Li, only me and Little Fang, not you."

Yangliang absolutely wouldn’t allow Lin Li this guy to be present during the records.

That’d be asking for trouble.

Lin Li pretended not to hear, smiling now, didn’t look at Yangliang, waiting expectantly yet patiently for their answer.

"Ha, ha..."

Mouse and Old Wen stood at the door, bodies rigidly straight, like two petrified statues.

Sweat silently oozed from their foreheads and temples, slid down their cheeks, particularly visible under the station’s bright lights.

They stared fixated on the cold metal chair, then slowly shifted to Lin Li’s face bearing a kind smile, difficultly emitting hollow laughter:

"Haha—"

"Um..."

"Brother Bufan..."

"What follows the ’fake record’?"

Lin Li answered confidently: "Fake detention."

Mouse and Old Wen: "..."

"...When does ’fake release’ happen?"

Yangliang: "Based on the case amount and type, probably half a month later."

Mouse and Old Wen: "Really..."

Lin Li: "Fake, actually a month."

Mouse and Old Wen: "TAT"

...

Considering I ’fake update’ daily, how about some ’fake monthly votes’? Kisses.