Supernatural Ability

In the reception hall of the investigation bureau — this time, it was indeed a reception hall.

 Reno sat up straight, his injured nose no longer bleeding after the quick-acting treatment spray.

 An elderly man in a black suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking about sixty years old, walked over. He was the lawyer Reno had hired.

 Standing beside Reno, he said, "The records have been retrieved. Although you said some unpleasant things, you did not behave disrespectfully towards that lady. Her bra strap snapped on its own, unrelated to you. I have filed a complaint with the investigation bureau, accusing them of using torture to extract confessions. However, since they are part of the military, a self-contained system, this matter will likely be swept under the rug in the end. I estimate that they will at most offer you a verbal apology, some compensation, and promise not to harass you easily again."

 "That's already very good. I know you've tried your best. Thank you very much, Counselor Konsol," Reno stood up.

 Konsol smiled, "Don't mention it. You're the smartest suspect I've ever met. If it weren't for this matter, I wouldn't have been able to get you out so easily. If you have any trouble in the future, feel free to come to me, I'll give you a twenty percent discount."

 "Thank you very much for that." Reno extended his hand to shake the old lawyer's hand.

 "Now, I'll escort you out," the old lawyer said.

 The two of them walked towards the door of the investigation bureau, chatting and laughing all the way.

 Once outside the investigation bureau's door, they had barely taken a few steps when suddenly someone rushed out of the bureau, shouting loudly, "Johnny Reno!"

 Turning around, they saw Russell Hill standing behind them.

 He stared at Reno and said slowly, word by word, "This matter isn't over yet. I will continue digging! If you're the murderer, I won't let you off!"

 Reno shrugged, "Suit yourself."

 He turned and walked away.

 Parting ways with the old lawyer, Reno walked alone towards the sanatorium.

 From the investigation bureau to the sanatorium, he had to traverse a large part of the city, and although the distance wasn't short, Reno decided to walk back, enjoying the scenery along the way and sorting out his confused thoughts.

 Yes.

 At this moment, Reno's mood was also fluctuating.

 Only he knew what had happened earlier with that female investigator.

 Indeed, he had deliberately provoked the female investigator, and when he saw the strap behind her, he couldn't help but have a thought. It was originally just a thought, but at that moment, he felt a strange power around him.

 It was a feeling that couldn't be expressed in words, as if his thoughts had tactile sensations, and his consciousness had awareness.

 His mind touched the world and brought back incredibly real feelings.

 When Reno's gaze lingered on the female investigator's back, he could even feel warmth and smoothness.

 His mind wandered, causing the female investigator to twist uncomfortably, giving him more real feedback.

 Reno was shocked, but he hadn't forgotten his purpose. He focused on the strap and imagined breaking it. Under the invisible force, the strap began to elongate, deform, and eventually snap...

 At the moment the strap broke, an image flashed through Reno's mind:

 A teacup falling from the table.

 ...

 Without taking a car, Reno decided to walk back. As he walked along the Central Avenue of New Darwin City, he moved forward.

 Flying cars whizzed by in the sky, and the sparsely populated streets were even quieter, with few people walking and the scattered shops almost deserted.

 The development of technology was a process from the ground to the sky, from low to high. The business model had long moved away from the predominant ground shop model of the past, moving towards three-dimensional, liberalized, and thoroughly privatized directions.

 The sky was filled with floating buildings, each belonging to a private company or shop. They could wait for customers or provide door-to-door services. They could mass-produce in large quantities or provide tailored services. They twinkled with beautiful neon lights, forming beautiful scenery and providing services that could fulfill any imaginable need.

 In this situation, the once bustling roads became desolate, bleak, and dark.

 The ground became a symbol of the slums, where people lived at the bottom of society, surrounded by muddy water and uncollected garbage, emitting a stench, in stark contrast to the splendor and beauty of the sky.

 Sometimes Reno wondered why there were still such slums on most planets — according to the welfare system of the New Federation government, even the lowest level of the poor could get a house, but there were always some people who couldn't get it for various reasons.

 An old man in tattered clothes was pulling his raggedy mechanical dog, rummaging through the garbage heap for food. He found a piece of cake from a crushed exquisite gift box, greedily stuffing it into his mouth, while warily watching Reno, as if afraid he would snatch his food.

 Reno walked past indifferently, his mind still reeling from the shocking events that had just occurred.

 Could he really possess some kind of mind control ability?

 Like the godly races?

 But how did he acquire it? When did he acquire it?

 Was what happened just now a coincidence, an illusion, or reality?

 Reno didn't know, couldn't understand.

 His gaze swept across the wide street, stopping at a pile of shredded paper not far away.

 In an age where information had been quantized, paper, as a medium, not only hadn't disappeared but had increased in quantity.

 Pieces of paper fluttered in the sky.

 Reno looked at the paper, his gaze fixed on a piece of blue scrap.

 He tried to control the paper to fly.

 No matter how hard Reno tried, the piece of blue scrap remained motionless.

 His eyes started to ache slightly, and Reno rubbed them.

 He remembered the feeling he had when he looked at the female investigator earlier, the fleeting desire that arose in his mind when he saw her ample chest.

 "This is the power of the mind," Reno suddenly said to himself.

 He seemed to remember something and looked back at the scrap.

 This time, instead of staring hard at the paper, he tried to feel and touch it with his mind.

 Then he found that everything around him seemed to change.

 An invisible force emanated from his body, like his tentacles, through which Reno could even feel the presence of air.

 The feeling of touching the air!

 Like touching the softest cotton in the world.

 This power continued to probe forward and reached the scrap of paper. It gently rolled, and Reno saw the scrap slowly rise.

 A gust of wind blew, and a large number of scraps fluttered in the air.

 But there was one piece that followed the human will, not the wind's control, floating in the air.

 It swayed left and right, rotated towards the sky, and then spiraled down to the ground.

 Amidst the fluttering scraps, it danced like an elf in the air.

 The wind stopped.

 The scraps fell to the ground in the lingering air waves, and the blue scrap, along with the scraps, floated low in the air, like a blue glider, soaring through the air, landing at Reno's feet.

 Reno stood motionless, looking at the scrap at his feet.

 He bent down, picked up the scrap, folded it into a paper plane, and then threw it into the air with force.

 The paper plane flew in the air, circling continuously...

 Retracting the power of the mind, the paper plane fell down headfirst.

 Watching this scene, Reno took a deep breath.

 He really did it!

 Using the power of the mind to control matter!

 It was simply incredible!

 What ability was this? What could it achieve? How long could he possess it? Would this ability come at the cost of life or something else? How did he acquire it? Genetic mutation or something else? Was all of this just a dream?

 A series of questions arose, but Reno couldn't answer any except the last one — he gave himself a hard slap to confirm that this was not a dream.

 But no matter what, despite the hidden worries about the unknown and potential dangers, the suddenly descended ability excited Reno.

 He began to test his abilities.

 As he walked along, strange things began to happen in the alleys.

 Trash cans would inexplicably fall over; dilapidated signs hanging on walls would suddenly fall; burnt-out flying cars would suddenly sag as if something heavy had hit them; a lonely sapling would bend its trunk, as if a soldier saluting to the king...

 Reno tried with interest, but soon he felt a profound fatigue.

 This fatigue came from his mental level, making him feel drowsy, his vision blurry, and the sky darkening.

 "Darn it, I knew it wasn't that good," Reno muttered.

 He stopped, leaning against the wall, shaking his head to clear his mind.

 Just then, a person walked towards him from the opposite direction. He was wearing a black trench coat and a vintage flat cap.

 Seeing Reno, he walked over and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

 "Oh, I'm fine," Reno replied. "I think I'm just a little dizzy for the moment, but I'll be fine soon... I think."

 Reno murmured, honestly, he couldn't be sure if this mental exhaustion was temporary or permanent.

 "Maybe you need my help," the man in the black coat came over, reaching out to support him.

 "No, that's not necessary," Reno shook his head, refusing.

 But as he shook his head, the man in black suddenly struck, punching him in the abdomen.