Mo Shen, surrounded by a sea of people, began to feel overwhelmed.
Under the influence of the crowd's adoration and the passive buffs from "Demonic Phantom," Mo Shen appeared like an unparalleled treasure in everyone's eyes, causing a collective dip in their intelligence.
Everyone's inner voice: This young lady is so beautiful, I want to get closer!
Everyone's brain: Stay calm! Behave!
Everyone's inner voice: I want to get closer to her!
Everyone's brain: No getting closer! That's close contact!
Everyone's inner voice: I want to register with her!
Everyone's brain: I want to register with her too!
In a nutshell, she was capable of toppling nations and ruining livelihoods, no exaggeration.
Mo Shen even spotted Master Wuhai, who had appeared during the previous diplomatic mission's defense, amidst the crowd. That lecherous old monk, no, that old bald donkey, had disguised himself and was cheering along with the crowd, holding a glow stick. If not for Mo Shen noticing Master Wuhai's signature "profound Buddhist dharma" physique, she would never have believed that this elderly gentleman wearing sunglasses and a small Arale-style flying cap was actually Master Wuhai.
"Shen-jie, do something," Fairy Yaochi said, pressing against Mo Shen's exposed back with a smile.
Big sister, don't play bumper cars with me…
Mo Shen had never experienced such a scene. Five beautiful girls of various postures surrounded her, posing. The wafting fragrance brought back memories of being in a van. Mo Shen felt the soft touch from behind and her mind began to short-circuit – Mo Fei, quickly come save your brother! I'm being eaten by demons!
"Hurry up~ Look how expectant everyone is. Strike a pose, don't just sit there like a quail," urged the Peach Blossom Spirit.
What can I even do? I'm just a police officer. Should I demonstrate an arrest on the spot?
"Miss, you wouldn't want me to give this ticket to the fox spirit sister opposite you, would you? If you interact with me, this ticket is yours!"
"Say something, and I'll vote, got it?"
"Hehe… here goes the ticket!"
In her panic, Mo Shen's eyes were spinning like a pinwheel. She shook her head and casually cast a skill: "Wuhai Scarecrow."
A second Mo Shen appeared, wearing the same outfit.
"AOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!——"
The scene instantly erupted. What couldn't be solved by one Mo Shen? If there was, then two Mo Shens would do the trick.
The two Mo Shens, one holding a folding fan and the other a long sword, knelt together on the soft cushion of the backdrop.
"System! What's going on!?"
"The host's spiritual energy is in chaos and you're asking this system what's going on (picks nose). But, to be fair, the host looks really good in women's clothes."
Mo Shen was on the verge of tears. The crowd was layered three deep, making her feel so embarrassed that it was like her mother's mother had opened the door for embarrassment – it was embarrassing all the way to her grandmother's house.
On the other side, the fox spirit cosplayer, seeing the overwhelming crowd, had a face as dark as charcoal. However, she had glanced at the sixth girl on the other side just moments ago and had to admit that this little temptress was indeed attractive to all genders, and even more captivating than her.
"You think this will win? They're just a bunch of inexperienced students…" The fox spirit narrowed her eyes, seemingly deep in thought.
…
Amidst a flurry of flashes, a slightly plump bald head squinted his cloudy eyes within the crowd. He then subtly extended a handbag forward, as if trying to push through, but not actually moving.
Mo Shen felt dizzy and dazzled by the crowd's clamor and the flashing lights, but a reflection from below immediately triggered her innate vigilance. She manipulated the Wuhai Scarecrow to slightly turn its head and observe, finally locking her gaze onto a bald head holding a handbag.
On the handbag… there was a small tear…
Mo Shen had seen perverted voyeurs on patrol, carrying bags or other items equipped with hidden cameras, following people and secretly filming up their skirts. She hadn't expected to encounter such a blatant offender here.
However, blending into this crowd was not difficult.
Mo Shen waited for a moment, confirming that the reflection she saw was indeed from the bald man's handbag. Then, before he could react, she activated [Hellwalker, Divine Dragon Venerable]. A metallic green hand grabbed the bald man's hand holding the handbag, and she said coldly, "What are you doing?!"
Everyone watching the scene suddenly fell silent.
The bald man, though looking utterly confused, had a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He tried to pull his hand free from Mo Shen's grip and argued, "What are you talking about?! Let go of me! If you keep holding me, I'll call the police!"
"Call the police?" Mo Shen almost laughed at the bald man's act. She pulled out a small booklet from what looked like a chest pocket on the armor and shoved the words "Bureau of Supernatural Affairs" in his face, asking, "Is this what you're talking about?"
"Then you can't just hold onto me! Are you great just because you're a police officer?" the bald man said, feigning toughness.
"Heh, let go, and I'll take a look at what's in your bag. If there's nothing we don't want to see, I'll apologize and compensate you." With that, she put away her identification and prepared to open the bag.
The bald man was clearly no pushover. Seeing this, he immediately lay down on the ground, kicking his legs and shouting, "The police are hitting people! Someone help! Is there any justice left?!"
"Whether there's justice or not, one look at what's in this bag will tell us," Mo Shen said, still holding on. "If you have nothing to hide, why are you being so secretive about me checking your bag?"
At this point, even a fool could understand what was happening, and they started to speak up, "Right! Open the bag! If there's nothing wrong, what are you afraid of showing?"
There were already many people at this venue. The organizers of the anime convention had dispatched additional security personnel. Upon seeing the situation, several security guards approached, intending to investigate. However, the people on the outermost edge refused to make way, seemingly deliberately enclosing this area.
Even though Mo Shen and everyone else demanded the bald man let go, he continued to fuss and act shamelessly, stubbornly clinging to the handbag.
Some people tried to find security, only to discover that the security guards couldn't get through the outer ring of people.
Seeing this, Mo Shen's expression darkened – it was clear that the other party had accomplices who had planned this.
As the scene reached a stalemate, a thick arm grabbed the bald man by the collar of his jacket and lifted him directly off the ground.
"Amitabha, benefactor, you are being too attached. If you have done nothing improper, there is no need for such distress."
Hearing this, everyone looked up. The speaker was a very robust elder, but even through their sunglasses, everyone could feel the elder's anger.