15: Chapter 15: Handing it over to the nation – this is the rightful destiny for a national treasure.

The soundproof door of the interrogation room slowly closed, completely cutting off the last of Qin Yan's unwilling wails.

Gu Changan stood where he was, feeling that brand-new, seemingly innate power within his body being stripped away by the System, and then re-injected into his body.

"Stripping successful!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 8000 points of Luck."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Heavenly Dao reward: Eye of True Vision."

A stream of warmth, even gentler and purer than the one from "Ten Thousand Poisons Immunity" before, slowly flowed into Gu Changan's eyes.

He felt that everything before his eyes had become different.

The world was no longer just a simple material composition, but now had an added dimension of information.

Gu Changan did not leave immediately; he just walked calmly to the black metal case containing the "dragon fetus imperial seal".

He tried to focus his mind.

"Item: Purple Qi Coming from the East Dragon Fetus Seal (Ming Dynasty · Chongzhen Era)"

"Material: Hetian mutton-fat jade, natural purple infusion"

"Historical Origin: Before Emperor Chongzhen of the late Ming Dynasty martyred himself for the country, he sealed this seal with 'extraterrestrial meteorite iron' and hid it at the dragon vein node of Yanjing, hoping for his descendants to restore the country. Later, due to geological changes, it fell into the hands of the people..."

"Value Assessment: A heavy national artifact, a priceless treasure."

"Current Status: Spiritual Qi restrained, sealed intact."

Rows of pale golden text, like a holographic projection, clearly appeared in his field of vision.

This was more than one dimension more Advanced than Qin Yan's low-level clairvoyance that could only see through physical obstacles.

"Not a bad ability." A satisfied arc curled up at the corners of Gu Changan's mouth.

Using this ability to investigate cases was simply a Divine Artifact.

One look at an account book, and he would know which entry was fake.

One look at a wall, and he would know if a corpse was hidden inside.

One look at a suspect, and perhaps he could even analyze what they ate last night.

He closed the case, carried this heavy national artifact, and strode out of the underground interrogation room that was permeated with an atmosphere of despair.

Two days later, at the Dragon Kingdom National Museum.

A very high-profile press conference was being held there.

Inside the venue, hundreds of domestic and foreign media outlets had their cameras and microphones flashing everywhere, with all lenses aimed at the center of the display stage.

That "Purple Qi Coming from the East Dragon Fetus Seal" was placed in a bulletproof glass display case with constant temperature and humidity. Under the soft lighting, the purple five-clawed golden dragon inside the imperial seal seemed to come alive, exuding a heart-palpitating majesty.

Gu Changan wore a crisp uniform, the national emblem on his shoulder shining brilliantly under the lights.

He stood beside the display case, his expression solemn.

"Team Leader Gu! On behalf of the country and the people of the whole nation, I thank you!"

The museum curator, who was the same Old Liu who had been so excited he knelt down at Panjiayuan that day, was gripping Gu Changan's hand, trembling with excitement, his eyes full of tears.

"If we had let that ignorant brat drip blood to claim ownership, or let it fall overseas, it would have been an irreparable, huge loss for the entire nation! Your Bureau of Anomalous Affairs is the bulwark of the country! You are the true guardians of national treasures!"

Gu Changan gripped Old Liu's hand back, facing the countless lenses before him, his voice steady and powerful.

"Cultural relics carry the history of a nation and flow with the Bloodline of a country."

"They do not belong to any opportunistic individual; they belong to the great motherland and to all the sons and daughters of China."

"I hereby reiterate that any attempt to misappropriate national Treasure Troves or lay hands on national cultural relics is a blatant provocation against the country and the people."

"We, the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs, will handle every single case we discover, without exception!"

As his voice fell, thunderous applause erupted at the scene.

Meanwhile, at the Yanjing No. 1 Detention Center.

In a dim and damp collective cell, a small television in the corner was broadcasting this press conference.

Qin Yan, wearing an orange vest and with a shaved head, was squatting on the floor, head buried as he ate a corn bun.

When Gu Changan's stern face and his resounding declaration appeared on the screen, Qin Yan's action of gnawing on the corn bun suddenly stiffened.

He raised his head, his eyes, which had become dull and lifeless with blurred vision, staring fixedly at the imperial seal on the TV screen that he had once held in his arms.

Regret, jealousy, unwillingness... countless emotions were gnawing at his heart like venomous snakes.

Once upon a time, he thought he was the son of destiny, the protagonist of the world.

That imperial seal was the key for him to ascend to the heavens in one step, possess billions in wealth, and marry a beautiful, wealthy woman.

But what about now?

The key had been handed over to the State and had become a treasure illuminating the nation's history.

And he, this "son of destiny", was now facing a long prison sentence due to multiple charges including peeping, fraud, tax evasion, and trafficking in cultural relics.

"Thump."

The corn bun in Qin Yan's hand fell to the ground, covered in dust.

He clutched his head and let out a suppressed, painful whimper.

The other prisoners in the cell glanced at him, their eyes full of disdain and mockery.

"Is this kid crazy? Crying at the TV every day."

"I heard he went crazy wanting money and got caught stealing outside."

"Serves him right, looks like a human but doesn't act like one."

The press conference ended, and Gu Changan politely declined all interview and banquet invitations.

He sat in the car returning to headquarters and closed his eyes to rest.

The mission was completed with Perfection, and he was savoring the changes brought by his new ability.

Just then, an encrypted call came in.

Caller ID: Bureau Chief.

Gu Changan answered the phone.

"Changan, well done." The voice of Bureau Chief Li Guoqiang came from the other end of the line, sounding slightly tired but satisfied.

"It's my duty." Gu Changan's tone was flat.

"Hmm, I trust you with your work." Li Guoqiang paused, his tone becoming a bit strange. "However... Changan, isn't your speed and intensity in arresting people lately a bit too fierce?"

"Although you are eliminating harm for the people and it's very satisfying, the comrades in other departments are under a lot of pressure. Look, the education sector has some complaints now."

Gu Changan's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

"The education sector?"

A few relevant legal provisions flashed through his mind instantly.

"Something happened at a school?"

"Yes." Li Guoqiang's voice sounded like he had a headache. "That most famous aristocratic high school in Yanjing, Shenghua High School, you still remember it, right?"

"The principal is your father's old comrade-in-arms from back in the day, Uncle Wang. Just now, he called me directly, almost crying."

"He said a new transfer student recently arrived at the school, supposedly the Young Miss of some big Family, and she even brought a 'personal bodyguard'."

"This bodyguard has turned the whole school into a mess, fighting, extortion, and even rumors of inappropriate affairs with several female teachers; the impact is extremely bad."

"Uncle Wang wanted to expel him, but the kid broke the vice principal's leg directly and threatened that whoever dares to touch him will disappear from Yanjing."

"Now the school teachers are panicked and dare not teach classes. That's why they've come begging to our Bureau of Anomalous Affairs."

Gu Changan listened, his fingers rhythmically tapping on his knee.

A big Family Young Miss? A personal bodyguard? Breaking the vice principal's leg?

This familiar formula, this classic trope.

A cold arc curled at the corners of Gu Changan's mouth, his eyes flashing with the excitement of seeing prey.

"A campus novel protagonist?"