I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing took Zhao Tiejun back to a temporary interrogation room, a secret location in the city center, surrounded by high walls and heavily guarded.

Inside the interrogation room, the lights were dim and the air was filled with an oppressive atmosphere. Zhao Tiejun was tied to a chair, his face still covered with the silver mask, his eyes flickering with a hint of unwillingness and despair.

Fu Siyuan stood in front of Zhao Tiejun, holding the document found by Li Wei in his hand. His voice was low and firm: "Zhao Tiejun, what is your true identity? Who is behind you?"

Zhao Tiejun breathed slightly, as if struggling to find the right words.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low, "I... I'm one of the founders of this organization, my name is Zhao Tiejun. I have some powerful people behind me, and they provide the organization with a lot of financial support and political protection."

Fu Siyuan pressed on: "Who are these bigwigs? Why do they support you?"

A complex light flashed in Zhao Tiejun's eyes, a light intertwined with greed, ambition and madness.

He said slowly, "They... they want to control this world. They believe that as long as they can control those with special abilities, they can control everything. And I am just a pawn in their pursuit of their ambitions."

Fu Siyuan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white, his heart filled with anger and determination: "People like you don't deserve to have such power."

Zhang Wanqing remembered a tattoo on Zhao Tiejun's collar. It depicted a black phoenix with outstretched wings, its eyes gleaming with an eerie red light. Zhao Tiejun explained that the tattoo was the symbol of their organization, representing power and control. Only core members of the organization were eligible to have it.

This tattoo must hold a greater secret, perhaps revealing the true identity of the mastermind behind it. Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing decided to investigate further. With photos of Zhao Tiejun's tattoo, they sought out a tattoo expert. Professor Chen, a scholar with extensive experience in the field, was the expert.

Professor Chen carefully observed Zhao Tiejun's tattoo. The black phoenix tattoo flashed a strange red light under the light.

He pondered for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "I've seen this tattoo in some ancient documents. It represents an ancient secret organization that once wielded immense power and wealth."

Fu Siyuan asked anxiously, "What is this organization? What is its relationship with Zhao Tiejun?"

Professor Chen spoke slowly, his voice tinged with mystery and awe. "This organization is called the 'Black Wing Society,' a historically enigmatic organization. It's said they possess a secret technique capable of manipulating minds and powers, transforming ordinary people into beings with extraordinary abilities. And the tattoo on Zhao Tiejun's body is the symbol of membership in the 'Black Wing Society.'"

Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing exchanged a glance, both filled with shock and curiosity. They realized that behind the identity of this mastermind lay an even older and more mysterious organization. And this organization might be the true mastermind behind the entire conspiracy.

"Does this 'Black Wing Society' still exist?" Fu Siyuan asked with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Professor Chen nodded, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "As far as I know, the Black Wing Society hasn't disappeared. They've been operating in secret, searching for someone to inherit their will. And Zhao Tiejun is very likely one of their chosen successors."

Fu Siyuan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white, his heart filled with anger and determination: "We must uncover the truth of this conspiracy and stop their plan."

Following a clue provided by Professor Chen, Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing arrived at an ancient manor on the edge of the city. Hidden in dense jungle and surrounded by high walls, the manor posed a particularly mysterious scene. According to Professor Chen, the manor was a key base of the Black Wing Society, containing a wealth of information on their history and plans.

The two cautiously entered the manor, which was filled with various ancient buildings and sculptures, and the air was filled with an old atmosphere. Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing stepped into the manor's library, as if they had traveled through time and space to an ancient and mysterious world.

Inside the library, towering bookshelves stood like giants, filled with a variety of ancient books, their pages yellowed and their covers covered in the marks of time. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of books and the air of antiquity, making one hold their breath, afraid to disturb the tranquility.

Fu Siyuan looked around, his gaze slowly sweeping across the bookshelves, his heart filled with curiosity and awe. Each of these books held endless knowledge and secrets, perhaps even clues about the Black Wing Society. He walked lightly to a bookshelf, his fingertips gently running over the spines, feeling the texture of the books, as if in a conversation with history.

Zhang Wanqing walked towards the bookshelf on the other side, with a single thought in mind: to find information about the Black Wing Society and uncover the mysteries of this ancient organization. Her fingers tapped lightly on the spines of the books, creating a "tapping" sound that echoed throughout the library like a mysterious melody.

The two searched the library carefully, exchanging their findings from time to time.

Fu Siyuan found a yellowed sheet of paper in a book. It was densely covered with strange symbols and words, like an ancient code. He was delighted, knowing that this might be an important clue about the Black Wing Society.

Zhang Wanqing found an illustration of a black phoenix in another book. The phoenix's eyes flashed with a strange red light, exactly the same as the tattoo on Zhao Tiejun's body. She was startled and realized that the secret behind the tattoo was far more complicated than she had imagined.

In a corner of the library, Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing discovered a hidden door. This door was cleverly concealed behind a bookshelf, and it would have been difficult to spot without careful observation. Fu Siyuan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this door must be hiding an important secret.

The two men carefully pushed open the secret door, revealing a small, secret chamber. The light was dim, and the air was filled with a damp smell. Ancient portraits hung on the walls, each depicting a different figure, seemingly telling a story. In the center of the chamber stood an ancient table, upon which lay a number of strange instruments and books.

Fu Siyuan and Zhang Wanqing walked into the secret room, their hearts filled with curiosity and nervousness. They knew that this secret room must contain important information about the "Black Wing Society".