"Wasn't it because I knew you'd be chasing after me soon?" Logan Sullivan almost lost his composure, but he put on a slick front and said, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor, "Perfect timing, come in with me."

Logan Sullivan barged in without so much as a greeting, throwing the office into chaos. Darrin Grant had disappeared somewhere, lost in melancholy, so it wasn't until now that the rest of the Special Investigation Department realized their boss, who had been missing for two days, hadn't been out fooling around, but had actually run into trouble.

Holly Harlow's hands were almost trembling as she unwrapped the haphazardly wound bandages. The moment she saw those still-bright eyes that just couldn't seem to focus, her own eyes turned red.

Logan Sullivan moved his fingers, then remembered he couldn't see and that it wasn't appropriate to touch female colleagues at random, so he awkwardly put his hand down and said, a bit helplessly, "So who's blind here, you or me? I'm not even crying, so why are you getting all worked up?"

Holly Harlow threw the bandages in his face: "You, cry? If only you knew how! There's nowhere you don't dare to go, no one you don't dare to provoke, right? The sky's the boss and you're number two, is that it? Idiot!"

Logan Sullivan was silent for a moment, then could only reply, "...Yeah, the idiot hears you."

He was impervious to both hard and soft tactics, so Holly Harlow left him and, looking up, glared at William Sherman with a confrontational air, as if she'd swallowed gunpowder: "Don't you like him? Aren't you supposed to be some expert? Where were you when he got into trouble?"

Carter Shaw and Julian West exchanged glances, feeling that something about this scene... was a little off.

Of course, Logan Sullivan picked up on it too, and immediately felt awkward. He tried to make a joke to defuse the situation—Logan Sullivan tugged at William Sherman's sleeve and, putting on a cheeky grin, said, "You like me? How come you never told me? Seriously, Mr. Sherman, that's a bad habit. If you like me, why are you confessing to her..."

But Holly Harlow didn't take the bait at all, cutting him off: "Shut up!"

The smile on Logan Sullivan's face faded a little, as if it had been painted on: "Looks like you're about done. I ran into a little trouble handling some personal business—what's it got to do with him? Am I supposed to be tied to him at the hip every second? Maybe when three-legged races become an official Olympic event, we can talk!"

Holly Harlow's gaze was almost fierce now, and William Sherman finally couldn't help but interject: "It really was my—"

Logan Sullivan frowned and waved his hand, decisively ending the topic. He said stiffly, "I don't want to discuss this right now. Save these petty squabbles for after the meeting. For now, everyone shut up."

With that, he pulled a Soulbound Order from his pocket. As he lit it, Logan Sullivan spoke in a low voice, sending a message: "Darrin Grant, come here."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a cat bell rang out. Darrin Grant slipped through the wall, silently passed through the crowd, and jumped onto Logan Sullivan's lap, carefully inspecting his eyes.

Then Darrin Grant leapt onto the table: "I've thought about it for a long time and looked through some books. I think I understand your eye problem. You said you triggered the earth fire, which ignited that little crow, and then he sacrificed himself into the Golden Bell, right? I think it's because the Echo of the Soul and the earth fire collided, the yin energy was too strong, and you were standing too close, so your eyes were injured and you went temporarily blind."

Logan Sullivan nodded indifferently, but William Sherman immediately caught on to the key word: "Temporarily?"

Darrin Grant replied offhandedly, but glanced at Logan Sullivan.

In fact, it had a feeling that Logan Sullivan knew something.

But William Sherman didn't notice. He was so worried he couldn't think straight, and hurriedly asked, "So when will it get better? What medicine do we need? Where can we find it?"

Darrin Grant silently glanced at William Sherman, saw that his concern was genuine, sighed inwardly, and continued, "Most flower demons keep to themselves, but they have a very rare Blooming Nectar, said to be brewed from the essence of the stamens of thirty-three kinds of flowers from heaven, thirty-three from the human world, and thirty-three from the underworld. It can cure a thousand poisons, is gentle and nourishing, and is perfect for eye injuries... To find them, probably..."

Logan Sullivan gently finished the sentence: "You have to go to the year-end Shadow Bazaar."

Darrin Grant asked bluntly, "How do you know?"

Logan Sullivan patted its head without answering, as if deep in thought. After a long while, he finally said quietly, "You're done? Now let me talk about my business—First, from now on, anyone who has any contact with the underworld in any form must submit a written report to me, not a single word missing. Second, strictly limit unrelated people coming and going at No. 4 Radiant Way; anyone delivering New Year's goods or gifts is to be received outside the reception room. Third, announce to the outside that we're entering the year-end work summary period; unless the minister gives direct orders, try not to take on new cases. Fourth, anyone within the Soulbound Order jurisdiction who can't come to work on time or needs to take leave must submit their reason to me for approval. I need to know where you all are at all times."

Holly Harlow was momentarily distracted and asked, "What about the Shadow Bazaar..."

"That's a small matter. William Sherman will go with me." Logan Sullivan paused. "I've arranged for a separate room for you on the third floor. If you need to rest, you can go there."

After saying this, he ignored everyone else's reactions, stood up with the help of the table, and headed toward the Library inside the wall: "I need to talk to Zane Shaw. William Sherman, wait for me. The rest of you, pass on what I just said to all departments."

The Reading Room was brightly lit, but not a trace of sunlight could be seen. This way, Zane Shaw could move about freely during the day. When he saw Logan Sullivan, he happily greeted him: "Nihau, Chloe Sullivan!"

"..." Logan Sullivan was silent for a moment, then commented on the greeting, "What the heck, who taught you that?"

"Cat Jieba." Zane Shaw, knowing his pronunciation was off, earnestly practiced correcting himself, "Zhao... Zhao... Chu Jieba!"

Logan Sullivan smiled, not bothering to argue, and opened his Sky-Eye. He found he could see the outlines of most books. After searching around, he turned to Zane Shaw and said, "Help me find the book I was reading the other day."

Zane Shaw swiftly pulled out the book 《Soul Codex》. Despite being illiterate, he somehow remembered exactly where every book was.

Logan Sullivan could clearly "see" the two characters Soul Codex on the cover. Before he could do anything, the pages flipped open on their own, revealing a mark he hadn't noticed before—a torn page. In the Sky-Eye, the torn edge seemed to be oozing black-purple blood.

Logan Sullivan snapped the book shut. Zane Shaw watched his expression, saying nothing for a while.

After a long moment, Logan Sullivan quietly asked, "Do you believe in 'coincidences' that happen just right in this world?"

It took Zane Shaw some effort to understand the meaning of "coincidence." He always seemed a bit slow because of his speech, but everyone knew he wasn't actually stupid.

Zane Shaw shook his head solemnly and, for once, pronounced clearly, "I don't believe it."

"Me neither," Logan Sullivan said slowly. "The demon clan and the underworld are at odds in name only. I hold the Soulbound Order, just wanting to do my duty, guard my little patch of earth, and live a simple life with a wife, a fat cat, and a warm bed. But some people just won't let me have peace."

The meaning was too complex for Zane Shaw to fully grasp, but he understood from Logan Sullivan's expression. So he asked directly, "What can I do for you?"

Logan Sullivan lowered his eyes. "Hand me a piece of paper."

He wrote down, from memory, the words the crow spirit had said to him that night. He'd mostly been pretending to be confused before, but now, writing it out, he got every word right. At the end, he wrote the two characters "Highspire" in neat, straight strokes, and heavily underlined them.

"I want every book with these two characters in the title," Logan Sullivan said. "Don't let anyone know, including Zach Warren. Thanks, brother."

Zane Shaw saw him as half a benefactor. Though he'd become a schemer on his own, he still kept a clear sense of gratitude and grudges. So he said to Logan Sullivan with great seriousness, "Don't worry, Director Chloe Sullivan."

Logan Sullivan replied with a half-smile, "Alright, I'll make sure to kick that fat cat Darrin Grant for you."

Chapter 62 Virtue Quill …

The demon clan's night banquet in Blackstone was set for the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. That year, there was no 30th, so it was the last day before New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, Logan Sullivan received an invitation to the Shadow Bazaar, delivered to his window by a sparrow.