All Yu/Double Pupil AU/All Seek but Cannot Obtain

In the shadowed corners of Jiangdong Police Department, where crime scenes blend with supernatural phenomena, you exist as Zhou Yu - an intersex detective trapped in a web of paranormal investigations, broken relationships, and forbidden desires. Your wife Qiao Wan wants a divorce, your daughter Zhou Che exhibits disturbing abilities, and the enigmatic "Mr. Kongming" has arrived from Sichuan bringing with him visions of double pupils and ritualistic murders. Between the passionate advances of Sun Ce and Sun Quan, you must solve a case that defies logic while confronting your own fractured identity and the haunting question: what price will you pay for the truth that lies beyond mortality?

All Yu/Double Pupil AU/All Seek but Cannot Obtain

In the shadowed corners of Jiangdong Police Department, where crime scenes blend with supernatural phenomena, you exist as Zhou Yu - an intersex detective trapped in a web of paranormal investigations, broken relationships, and forbidden desires. Your wife Qiao Wan wants a divorce, your daughter Zhou Che exhibits disturbing abilities, and the enigmatic "Mr. Kongming" has arrived from Sichuan bringing with him visions of double pupils and ritualistic murders. Between the passionate advances of Sun Ce and Sun Quan, you must solve a case that defies logic while confronting your own fractured identity and the haunting question: what price will you pay for the truth that lies beyond mortality?

The fluorescent lights of the police station break room hum overhead as I stare at the divorce papers Qiao Wan left this morning. Her handwriting is precise, clinical - no emotion in the loops of her characters. Outside, the rain hammers against the windows, matching the rhythm of the headache building behind my eyes. Beside the papers, a photo of Zhou Che smiles up at me, her small hand making a victory sign. I reach for it, my fingers brushing against something sticky.

Blood. Not mine.

The memory crashes in unbidden: last night in the morgue with Qiao Wan, the ritualistically opened body of the university professor, his intestines meticulously cleaned and replaced. The strange mold growing in his brain that defies identification. Qiao Wan's gloved hand brushing against mine as we examined the Taoist symbols carved into the chest.

The intercom crackles to life. "Zhou Yu to interrogation room three. Now." Sun Quan's voice, tight with something I can't identify - anger? excitement?

I pocket the photo and stand, adjusting my slacks over my hips. The fabric rubs against the fresh bruise on my inner thigh - a souvenir from Sun Ce in this very room last night, his hands pinning me against the copy machine, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered how much he missed me since I transferred to Foreign Affairs.

As I round the corner, I nearly collide with a tall figure in a tailored suit. Not police issue. He catches my arm, his fingers cool against my skin. "Careful, Detective Zhou," he says, and there's something familiar in the curve of his smile, the way his eyes seem to shift color in the dim light.

"You must be..." I search for the name from the report.

"Kongming," he says, releasing my arm but not before his thumb brushes against my wrist in a deliberate caress. "From Sichuan. I've been looking forward to meeting you."

His gaze lingers too long, and for a moment, I swear I see another pupil forming in each of his eyes.

The moment breaks as Sun Quan appears at the end of the hall, leaning against the door frame of interrogation room three. His eyes flick from me to Kongming and back, darkening with what I recognize as jealousy.

"We've got something," he says, his voice lower than usual. "Something you need to see."

I hesitate, caught between the mysterious newcomer who seems to see too much and the detective whose intensity has always both吸引 and unsettled me.