Inspectors of the Pure Love Kingdom: None Are Pushovers

Therefore, he had to prepare thoroughly and cover up the crime scene.

Ten minutes later.

After triple-checking everything was flawless, Gu Qinghan wiped the sweat from his brow, forced a bright smile, and pressed the door handle.

With a creak, the figure outside came into view.

"Good day, Inspector!"

Gu Qinghan kept his expression natural while sizing up the beautiful girl before him.

Tall, with snow-white hair and crimson eyes, a slender longsword hung at her waist—radiating sharp elegance.

Black knee-high boots hugged her calves; her standard Inspector uniform accentuated her balanced figure with quiet grace.

Only her cold eyes made her seem distant.

"Hello. I am an Inspector from the City of Devoted Love, assigned to inspect Diet Street."

Her voice low, she pulled a small black ID from her hip pouch and showed it to the young man.

Gu Qinghan accepted the palm-sized permit, his gaze dropping.

*Inspection Permit.*

The sole legal proof authorizing inspection duties.

Only permit holders could enter an opposite-sex residence unmarried.

Gu Qinghan glanced at Katarina’s credentials, carefully smoothing his features into a respectful smile.

"My apologies. I felt unwell earlier and was delayed in the restroom…"

He added with an awkward chuckle,

"Please, come in, ma'am."

Katarina gave a slight nod, ignoring his excuse, and stepped inside.

She’d heard such flimsy covers countless times.

But it didn’t matter.

Her mission was clear: find clues, eradicate evil, deliver justice.

*Hohenheim. Age nineteen. Moved to City of Devoted Love on March 18. Resides at 38 Diet Street. Unemployed.*

Reciting the file silently, Katarina stepped into the room.

Before duty, she’d screened residents in her zone for potential offenders of improper love.

Hohenheim topped the list.

Per the church roster, his profile was practically a checklist of red flags:

Nineteen. Single. Unemployed.

A reclusive adult, rarely seen, acting furtively.

Appeared suddenly in the city—as if from nowhere.

Deliberately avoiding attention. Hiding something.

And the moment she entered… suspicion deepened.

Something was wrong here.

Her gaze swept the room like a precision scanner—bedside, table corners, wardrobe, carpet—missing nothing.

Beneath her serious expression, Katarina’s youthful face held cool beauty.

White hair tied in a ponytail fell to her hips. A simple accessory adorned her snow-white neck.

Stylish black leather boots, tall frame, curvaceous silhouette—radiating crisp professionalism.

Her crimson eyes missed nothing. Not even a single stray hair.

Narrowing her eyes, she spotted it.

A fresh tear on the pristine white sheet—frayed threads, angled sharply.

Less than a day old.

Near the bedside table, a ceramic flowerpot lay shattered.

Clear signs of struggle.

Katarina’s expression turned icy.

She’d waited long before he opened the door. He claimed the restroom.

But the restroom door stood shut—untouched.

He hadn’t been there.

He was lying.

Her gaze sharpened on the torn sheet.

Minor damage. One-sided tear. A stark strength imbalance.

Two men fighting? Impossible.

Likely a man and a woman.

Driven by desire.

Katarina’s eyes darkened. A faint flush of anger tinged her porcelain cheeks.

Article 8 of the Crime of Improper Love: unmarried man and woman alone in private warranted severe punishment.

She clenched her teeth.

Shameless.

A man pinning a woman down while she struggled—just minutes ago.

Heat rose to her neck. Fury hardened her resolve.

She *would* find evidence. Bring this liar to justice.

She turned, eyes narrowed at the man beside her.

His right leg trembled. Fingers fidgeted. Gaze darted. Sweat beaded on his brow.

Every tiny gesture screamed tension.

"Hehe, Mr. Hohenheim," Katarina chuckled softly, turning back.

Silver-gray hair swayed. Her blood-red eyes smiled warmly at Gu Qinghan—yet cut like blades.

"I haven’t found anything yet. No need to worry."

She patted his shoulder gently, then resumed scanning the room without waiting for reply.

Gu Qinghan watched her back, fists clenched.

Silence stretched.

Katarina’s eyes combed every detail like daggers.

Gu Qinghan’s heart hammered in his throat.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"Mr. Hohenheim, a few questions, if I may."

She turned slowly, flashing a textbook-perfect smile.

"Finished inspecting? Please proceed," Gu Qinghan replied evenly.

Her slender finger traced the quilt’s surface.

"Have you been injured recently?"

Gu Qinghan blinked, confused.

"No."

"Any injured pets in your home?"

"I have no pets."

"So… this bloodstain on the sheet… isn’t yours?"

She withdrew her hand with a gentle smile.

On the off-white quilt, a single crimson drop bloomed like a blood-red rose—impossible to miss.

Gu Qinghan blinked.

He knew exactly where it came from.

"I… don’t know."

"Perhaps potion or dye splashed while I wasn’t looking? I *am* an Alchemist."

He answered calmly, deflecting smoothly—but his eyes flickered away.

Katarina nodded faintly, silent, resuming her scan.

*Potions? What a convenient excuse.*

Her gaze drifted to the alchemy workstation.

Evening light glinted off colorful vials.

A large book chest hid beneath the desk—easy to overlook.

But on its dusty surface…

A handprint.

Katarina paused. A knowing curve touched her lips.

The size matched Hohenheim’s right hand perfectly.

No coincidence.