Sendoff Ch43

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 43: Bloodstains

Qiwu was a small town located on the east side of Yongsheng, adjacent to the Zhongwu Mountain. Yongsheng was prosperous, thus Qiwu benefited as well. Small merchant caravans often took a rest in Qiwu to save on accommodation costs.

Since the Ghost Tomb was breached, regardless of its authenticity, there were plenty of goods bearing the name of the Ghost Tomb. The merchants were afraid of missing out on the opportunity and ran more diligently than usual. People from all walks of life also increased in number.

For example, today, four peculiar individuals arrived at the city gate.

The four of them were dressed plainly, with their faces covered by veiled hats, which made them look suspicious no matter how you looked at them.

The city guards were diligent in their duties. “Present your route permits*.”

*[Luyin] (路引) A pass during the Ming Dynasty that one must have if they were to leave their place of residence for hundreds of miles away. This is issued by the local government and serves as basically a letter of introduction or permit/pass.

One of them took off his veiled hat, smiling brightly. “Sir, we are just four wanderers. We don’t have the official route permits anymore.”

He held a limp and pitiful large goose in his arms, looking odd, but not like ruthless villains.

Seeing his remarkable appearance, the guard’s attitude softened slightly. “Take off your hats and report the name of your sect. Show me the sect certificate.”

A gentle voice sounded. “Shizun, were they always this strict before?”

This person’s voice was as clear as tea, very pleasant to the ears, making people unable to help but drop their guard. The guard shook his head, trying to hold his ground. “You martial people have caused a lot of chaos recently. The higher-ups have said that facial identification is necessary. We can’t overlook any missing documents.”

The person addressed as “Shizun” spoke up. Compared to his disciple from earlier, his voice carried a natural charm. He took off his hat while speaking slowly. “We are just passing through this place on official business…”

“The Hehuan Sect,” the young man holding the goose continued the conversation.

The “Shizun” trembled slightly, almost dropping his veiled hat. Without the veil, he revealed a pair of amber-colored phoenix eyes that were filled with a complicated gaze. “Su Si!”

“Come on, Senior, we are next to Yongsheng. These military men have seen and known all sorts of people. Although the Sect Master likes shy individuals like you, there’s no need to overdo it,” Su Si said with a cheerful smile.

The “Shizun” looked blank, speechless, and his words turned into a fit of coughing.

The guards were indeed well informed, but seeing the faces of the master and disciple, they were stunned on the spot. The disciple was more relaxed than the master and spoke with a playful tone. “Sir, can you let us pass?”

“Oh, uh… no, that’s not right. The sect certificate? Even if it’s the Hehuan Sect, we still need to see the seal…” The guard’s voice gradually faded away.

Just by looking at their faces, if they weren’t from the Hehuan Sect, they could only be from the legendary Immortal Sect. However, it was only the Hehuan Sect that compared itself to the Immortal Sect. They had never heard of any immortal sect calling itself the Hehuan Sect.

The disciple, with a polite and courteous manner, said, “We were involved in a melee earlier, and we lost our identification seals. However, we do have our proof of identity. Please take a look, sir.”

Then he turned to the person beside him. “Shizun, come.”

The veil was raised, and the white fabric fluttered slightly. The disciple grabbed his master and, with the veil partially covering their faces, took the initiative to kiss him.

However, Yin Ci didn’t really kiss Shi Jingzhi.

While using the veil to cover his face, Yin Ci angled himself. Their breaths intertwined, their lips almost touching, but still maintaining a hint of ambiguity. Shi Jingzhi, being deep-minded as he was, didn’t reveal any flaws and closed his eyes to cooperate.

For a moment, silence fell around them.

Even the notorious Hehuan Sect rarely engaged in such behavior in public. Their appearances weren’t like ordinary people’s, and their impact was particularly significant. The mere “proof of identity” caused people’s hearts to beat irregularly. The guards didn’t ask any further questions and silently made way for them.

After entering the city, Shi Jingzhi put his veil back on and spoke in a solemn tone. “Su Si…”

“Just based on your faces, regardless of which minor sect you borrowed the name from, it would still attract attention,” Su Si confidently stated. “It’s better to call ourselves the Hehuan Sect and divert their attention. Sect Master, life is more important than face!”

Shi Jingzhi: “No, I just wanted to praise you for being clever.”

Su Si: “…” He underestimated the average thickness of the faces in the Kushan Sect.

Yan Qing, who had his eyes closed pretending to be blind, was about to ask a question when Su Si shook his head with a pained expression, stopping him.

In recent days, they hadn’t been leading peaceful lives.

Thanks to Yin Ci hiding his true strength and the addition of Su Si, who had decent martial arts skills, Zheng Fengdao underestimated their speed and was left behind on Zongwu Mountain. However, after this battle, the Kushan Sect’s supplies were depleted, and they were completely unaware of the news outside. They had no choice but to mix in the city for a while.

There were certainly spies from the Ling Sect here, but being cautious wasn’t a bad thing. Pulling the delicate tiger skin of the Hehuan Sect made their actions much more convenient*.

*Clarity: This is referring to the idiom “asking a tiger for its skin”, which refers to seeking help or favor from someone powerful or dangerous, often with little chance of success.

For example, at the inn—the innkeeper silently arranged the most secluded rooms for them, to prevent any guest from being disturbed in the middle of the night.

Shi Jingzhi booked two rooms and hurriedly entered his own. He laid out a series of tools with a serious expression, intending to examine the failed spiritual medicine. Yin Ci felt that since the incident in Yuanxian Village, this fox had become inexplicably calm and not as easily teased.

Unlike when they first met, relying on that incident at the city gate, he could still enjoy a glimpse of the blushing tomato surnamed Shi.

However, the current Shi Jingzhi was much less interesting. He stood stiffly in front of the table like a statue, as if someone had taken possession of him. Several hours passed, and Yin Ci, feeling mischievous, decided to play a little trick. Taking advantage of Shi Jingzhi’s focused attention, he used qinggong to approach him and blew a cool breath on his master’s neck.

Shi Jingzhi trembled on the spot, and goosebumps ran from head to toe.

He couldn’t help but feel sorrow in his heart.

His disciple had been with him for quite some time, but he hadn’t seen much respect from him. Instead, his disciple’s ability to shamelessly thicken his skin had improved by leaps and bounds, wasting his beautiful and delicate appearance. However, when he thought about the blood dripping on his face during the fight, Shi Jingzhi felt that he couldn’t bring himself to get angry.

Since the incident at the Ghost Tomb, Yin Ci liked to come close, intentionally or unintentionally. At this moment, when this person tore off a mask of weakness and approached him once again, Shi Jingzhi sensed a faint taste of mutual reliance.

In life, everyone had their own motives. Perhaps Yin Ci hadn’t yet realized his own desires.

Whenever this thought came to mind, Shi Jingzhi would develop a strange sense of closeness, which also made him more tolerant.

“This elixir is most likely made from the sap of a certain plant, and it smells a bit like immortal wine. However, while elixirs heal injuries and immortal wine prolongs life, they share a similar origin but have distinct differences.”

Shi Jingzhi dipped his finger in the murky yellow liquid and cautiously licked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Now it seems that the elixir can only be used within Yuanxian Village and deteriorates once taken out. Furthermore, it can only treat acquired injuries… A’Ci, your meridian is congenitally defective, right?”

“Yes,” Yin Ci calmly lied without changing his expression.

His meridians weren’t congenitally defective. He had once wielded his inner force, killing countless people effortlessly. It was just that his body had inexplicably deteriorated for several hundred years, so using the term “congenital” wasn’t entirely wrong if he compared several hundred years of time to that of an ordinary person.

“No wonder the elixir has no effect on your meridians. If it were me, I would probably have to stay in the village and drink it every day to stabilize my condition.” Shi Jingzhi shook his head. “Judging from the attitude of that Goddess, this item isn’t as valuable as immortal wine.”

Implying that this thing wasn’t very useful, they still had to continue searching for the Shirou.

After tasting the elixir, Yin Ci’s interest diminished. The elixir had a mild taste, and its effects were short-lived. It couldn’t possibly be used to produce a highly toxic substance. However, since the elixir and immortal wine were vaguely related and had similar effects when it came to the Shirou, it was like a vine with three fruits. Yan Budu had handed over the “Yuanxian Village” vine to them, and it would be a waste not to give it a tug.

“Shizun, I remember there is a shrine of the Imperial Celestial in Yongsheng. After this ordeal, we might as well pay a visit?”

“Yes, but let’s first follow Yan Budu’s lead.” Shi Jingzhi put down the elixir and pounded his stiff waist.

Shi Jingzhi had been busy with bottles and jars for several hours, making him as stiff as a bench. Seeing his blurry state of mind, Yin Ci’s remaining sense of being an elder resurfaced. “Take it easy. I’ll go get two bowls of pear porridge.”

Unexpectedly, the fox deviated from his usual behavior and didn’t indulge in gluttony. He grabbed Yin Ci’s sleeve and said with a firm tone, “Don’t leave just yet.”

“Why?”

“Teach me qinggong.”

Yin Ci raised an eyebrow. “Shizun, it’s already late at night. Zheng Fengdao isn’t King Yama*. He won’t suddenly appear out of nowhere to take our lives.”

*One of the Kings of Hell that judges the dead.

The fox’s grip was still firm, and Shi Jingzhi’ tone became solemn. “Teach me.”

Yin Ci couldn’t resist him, yet he didn’t want to budge either. “What you lack is not comprehension but practice. I can teach you now, but you’ll need to practice for some time to fully grasp it.”

“I understand, but everyone’s life is one moment less with each passing moment, so it’s better to seize the opportunity.”

Yin Ci hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t refuse. He taught the most basic footwork. In any case, he gave this fox a taste, allowing him to ponder the theory on his own. As for formal practice, it wouldn’t be too late to start tomorrow.

Footwork was the foundation of qinggong and wasn’t complicated. However, for a novice like Shi Jingzhi, who lacked practical experience, it was still a significant challenge. No matter how talented one was, there were always things that couldn’t be rushed.

Shi Jingzhi himself understood this well. He didn’t expect to master it instantly, but he watched Yin Ci’s movements attentively, afraid to miss any details.

In the end, he let out a breath and spoke with a touch of emotion. “Thank you. I’ll practice for a while before sleeping… A’Ci, I still want to eat pear porridge.”

Yin Ci: “…”

He had gained an advantage on the front foot, but now Shi Jingzhi was acting coy and skillful on the back foot. Quite the master at taking advantage of a situation.

That night, Yin Ci cooked sweet porridge on a low fire, pondering for a long time—was it he who had been too lenient towards his cheap master or if Shi Jingzhi was just too clever and had accurately gauged his reluctance to refuse?

Shi Jingzhi always seemed to raise ambiguous questions in his mind. The porridge finished cooking, but Yin Ci still couldn’t come up with an answer.

Well, it was just a small favor. The porridge was ready.

The next day, around the hour of the tiger, Yin Ci turned over but couldn’t feel the warmth of his master. He instantly woke up and sat up.

Shi Jingzhi was still in the room. His cheap master was well-groomed, clearly having been up for a while. At the moment, Shi Jingzhi wore a long robe that billowed around him, but his feet were bare, with sporadic bloodstains on the soles.

He repeated Yin Ci’s movements over and over again, gradually shedding the stiffness of the footwork. The ground was cold, and the blood was slippery, but Shi Jingzhi didn’t make a sound as he moved back and forth.

The night before, Yin Ci had watched Shi Jingzhi practice before going to sleep. At that time, his movements were rough, and his steps were heavy. He could only be said to resemble the form but not the spirit. But this morning, he had already grasped seven parts of the spirit, still charging forward with determination.

Yin Ci focused his gaze and observed closely. Shi Jingzhi had secretly made some modifications to his footwork, precisely adjusting it to suit his own situation even better.

Shi Jingzhi was extremely focused and didn’t notice Yin Ci getting up. He remained expressionless, like a machine, constantly shuttling back and forth in the pool of blood, sending chills down anyone’s spine.

Perhaps there was no one in this world more suited to the label of “Monster Material” than Shi Jingzhi.

Yin Ci didn’t disturb his master and slowly lay back down, turning over and closing his eyes once again.

…When dawn arrived, he would teach him more attentively.

Unfortunately, things didn’t always go as desired. Demonic Lord Yin’s troublesome matters had coincidentally stuck to him just at this crucial moment.

At this juncture, the Jianchen Temple had closed its doors.


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Evil As Humans Ch195

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 195: Countdown

“Don’t worry, we have been keeping an eye on Luo Chunlei’s family. Nothing major will happen. But to be honest, our ability to handle these incidents is limited. At most, we can rescue people faster. You also know that everywhere in Haigu has been chaotic recently.”

Regarding Unit 9’s strange experience, Liang Shan commented nonchalantly.

At this moment, they were walking on the campus of Haigu Secondary School. It was time for school to be dismissed, and students were frolicking on the playground, creating a peaceful scene.

Yin Ren looked up. The evening sky was clear and transparent, with a few feather-like clouds drifting by. The high school students were about to attend evening self-study, and the windows of the school building were lit with the cold light of fluorescent lamps. Various mobile food stalls were set up outside the school, emanating the enticing aroma of steaming, frying, grilling, and roasting snacks.

The air was filled with the flavors of the human world. However, for some reason, Yin Ren felt more uncomfortable here than in the enclosed memory campus.

“If it weren’t for Yin Ren today, their whole family would have been burned alive.” Ge Tingting’s face stiffened, clearly still shaken. “Are they really okay? We saw that man start the fire; we can testify to it.”

“It’s not the first time something like this has happened, and it’s useless.” Liang Shan sighed. “Their family situation has always been problematic. That man even brought gasoline into their home before. The neighbors reported it, but their whole family adamantly denied it… And when Yin Ren swapped the liquid in the lighter, they said it was just a ‘joke’, so we couldn’t do anything about it.”

Ge Tingting stood frozen on the spot. “The whole family denied it? But if this continues, people will die!”

“These kinds of things have been happening all the time.” Liang Shan scratched his head. “The police have their own responsibilities. If you can help us find the source of the corruption sooner, the entire city’s police force will be grateful to you. But for now, let’s focus on solving the issues in the school.”

Ge Tingting looked again at the brightly lit school building and her expression became complicated.

A few hours passed.

Yin Ren collapsed on the sofa in the school conference room, his eyes devoid of any luster.

This place had been converted into a temporary base for the Shian team. Except for Lu Xiaohe, who was diligently debugging computer equipment, everyone else exuded an air of despair.

“There are too many, too many corruption sources. We can’t catch them all,” Yin Ren muttered on the sofa. “And they are all youth versions… The corruption level of those little gadgets is even weaker than what circulates outside.”

This level of corruption was the most troublesome. It wouldn’t trigger the kind of crazy public incidents of people attacking and acid-throwing each other on the streets, but it ensured that this school would be constantly in chaos, with bloodshed every day. Moreover, both the junior and senior departments operated on a day-school system, so these students would bring the corruption source back home and share the same contamination with their families.

Even though Liang Shan’s team confiscated half of the sources, when Yin Ren was wandering around the school building, he discovered hundreds of faint traces once again. He almost suspected that there was a gap in the school, leading to a cross-border black market for counterfeit goods. Although the corruption sources with weak traces were easier to produce, this was still too exaggerated.

What was even more exaggerated was that Yin Ren attempted to divine the origins of these pollutants. The divination results led in all directions, enough for them to investigate for a year without repeating.

The people who knew the results remained silent.

Who could have imagined that after solving extraordinary cases, battling fierce ghosts, and even traveling through corpses, they would still feel at a loss when faced with countless trivial cases.

“I suggest we deal with it casually for a few days and continue to look for Lu Xiaohe’s mother.”

Huang Jin lay on the sofa on the other side, tilting his head back. His tone carried a hint of weariness.

The investigation team was there for the sake of appearances, while their Unit 9 was the real deal. They had come here to reduce external suspicion, waiting for Shian to crack the wooden talisman and rescue people from the Other Side.

Did they really have to rely on the legendary Great Celestial Master to resolve teenage conflicts? If they invested too much energy here, the gains would clearly not outweigh the losses.

“It seems King Yama enjoys watching his little devils cause trouble. Even if we find out the truth about that little girl, the case will remain unsolvable, and the police won’t be able to do anything to her… The situation in this school is so complicated that it’s really not worth it.”

After struggling for a while, Huang Jin finally managed to express his idea that “this mission is better suited for slacking off”.

Liang Shan brought up two bags of boxed meals and arrived just in time to catch the end of the conversation, showing a helpless expression of “I knew it all along”.

Zhong Chengshuo sat properly next to Yin Ren, secretly hooking his finger around Yin Ren’s while his eyes were fixed on the empty space. After a few seconds, he leaned in close to Yin Ren’s ear and whispered a couple of sentences.

Yin Ren, who had been limp earlier, suddenly sat up straight with a pensive face.

“Why are you whispering?” Liang Shan distributed the boxed meals while sitting in a row. “It’s work time, you two. Be mindful of your influence.”

“No, I just suddenly realized a loophole.”

Yin Ren picked up a grain of rice with the tip of his chopsticks.

“According to Huang Jin, Luo Chunlei is obsessed with animated characters to an extreme and paranoid degree. She came into contact with the source of corruption, so why didn’t she disappear?”

“Wasn’t it said that the corruption sources here are relatively weak? Perhaps the intensity is not enough.” Huang Jin snapped open a pair of disposable chopsticks.

“It could also be that the emotional types are different.”

Lu Xiaohe’s fingertips crackled incessantly.

“At this age, kids might say ‘love’ with their mouths, but most of the time, it’s just self-entertainment. Whether it’s their favorite sports team, celebrity, or character, it’s more like a form of solace or pastime. Of course, if the attachment is deep, there might be genuine love, but they are too young now, and it’s difficult for them to change their nature through their own willpower.”

“Although it seems similar… Personally, I think they are chasing happiness rather than chasing love.”

“Yeah, I don’t quite understand, but it sounds reasonable.” Yin Ren quickly finished his boxed meal and leaned in next to Lu Xiaohe.

“Any developments on Luo Chunlei’s side?”

“Are you really fixated on that kid?” Huang Jin said with anguish.

“She has the most severe case, being the most heavily corrupted person in this school.” Ge Tingting pondered. “If we want to trace the source of corruption, I would start with her too.”

“…” Huang Jin glanced at Ge Tingting with a nearly despairing look. “Fine, we’ll work overtime tonight then.”

“Here it is!” Huang Jin elongated “overtime”, but before he could finish, Lu Xiaohe raised her voice.

At 7:45 in the evening, after finishing dinner, Luo Chunlei opened the spare phone hidden in her closet.

“The phone number is registered under an adult’s ID, so judging from the owner’s identity, it’s a black market SIM card.” Lu Xiaohe quickly displayed the contents on the phone screen.

Luo Chunlei exhibited an unusual level of caution for her age. All the social and communication apps on her phone were registered under this black number. After unlocking the phone, she headed straight to the topic—the anonymous group in the social app.

[Latest update on burying the bitch. She’s still in the hospital, and the police can’t catch me, hehe. If she’s not dead, I will definitely kill her next time.]

She quickly typed a long paragraph.

Then, the group was flooded with messages of “Righteous Girls Eliminating Evil”.

[But I heard it was Pure who did it all, and those people who were with Pure in the past all left the group.] Another anonymous message appeared.

[Pure is not even in this group; it definitely isn’t Pure. It’s just that group of useless people causing trouble when things get big 😘.] Everyone used randomly assigned names and no one used their real names.

[I hope something happens to that person. I already bought champagne [champagne photo].] Below this message was a photoshopped image of Zhang Hejun, clearly taken secretly.

[That bitch with a loose mouth will get what’s coming to her. Mindless slander, be careful, righteous girls will dig up her whole family www*]

*Internet slang for LOL.

[Righteous girls, increase the intensity ☆ let’s have a feast next time.]

[Wouldn’t it be better if it’s Pure? Who can blame a twelve-year-old? ~ It’s just that bitch doesn’t have an account; otherwise, I would be the first to curse her until she buries herself ~~~~]

……

The group was flooded with messages at an extremely fast pace, with everyone expressing regret that Zhang Hejun didn’t die. Although a few people silently left the group, no one openly spoke in her defense.

Lu Xiaohe’s expression became increasingly grim as she accessed the information in the anonymous group.

“Over 70% are kids below fifteen years old, with about eight or nine adults over twenty.” She furrowed her brows. “Luo Chunlei’s main account is not in this group. She only has a secondary account here to anonymously send messages, and she even shared Zhang Hejun’s photo.”

“What about before?” Liang Shan also approached.

“Before, she often took screenshots and posted insulting messages in the group, or she would boast about her main account using someone else’s identity. However, her previous actions were limited to the online realm. This is the first time it has extended into reality.” Lu Xiaohe swiftly organized the statements belonging to Luo Chunlei. “She is a minor celebrity in this group. This little girl… haa.”

After reviewing the testimonies of other participants, it became clear that Zhang Hejun had simply misspoke in an incomprehensible manner, using the slang term “black name” within their small circle.

At this moment, with all members of Unit 9 watching, the anonymous area was still flooded with messages.

Luo Chunlei: [Hope you idiots can follow the rules and use your brains. Don’t give her another chance to be a righteous woman.]

A few seconds later, she added another line—

[Let’s see if our Miss Cockroach dares to come back to school. If she doesn’t transfer, we’ll make her reincarnate 😘.]

“Alright, you can leave it to me. I’ll go back and talk to Officer Sun about the situation, and the police will take it from there. As for the source of the corruption, I will apply for an opportunity to interrogate.”

Liang Shan’s face turned serious as he took several deep breaths. No matter how you looked at it, that “well-behaved” little girl was clearly enjoying herself.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” Yin Ren observed the rapidly scrolling text lines and nodded thoughtfully.

“This girl is quite scheming. She might not tell the truth to adults. If possible, I’d prefer to observe her up close.”

With that, Yin Ren removed Yellow Millet in its pendant form from his phone, which was accompanied by the excited cry of “puff”. Yellow Millet then appeared in Zhong Chengshuo’s palm.

In the next moment, Yellow Millet’s illusion activated. The originally tall and sturdy Zhong Chengshuo was covered by the illusion, and a youth with pitch-black pupils and wearing the Haigu Secondary School uniform appeared in his place.

Wearing the loose school uniform, Zhong Chengshuo silently stood there, looking exceptionally slim. His appearance was identical to his archived profile, with soft black hair that reached slightly beyond his ears and a face with gentle features, portraying an obedient “good student”.

The kind that was particularly easy to bully.

Meanwhile, Yin Ren himself emitted a faint black aura, which dissipated to reveal his own youthful appearance. The former Great Celestial Master floated in the air, and his arms wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo’s neck. With his bent crimson eyes and long, flowing black hair, he had slightly shortened in stature.

This hair length was somewhat similar… to Zhang Hejun’s.

“Let Zhang Hejun rest more in the hospital.” Yin Ren ruffled his forehead, symbolically hiding his face with his bangs. “Next, I will disguise her ghost. As for you, Zhong Ge. You’ll just play the role of her distant relative—it’s all planned out. Let’s call you Zhang San.”

Liang Shan: “…”

Liang Shan quickly changed the subject. “… Xiao Yin, your mastery of spells has improved a lot! If it weren’t for me, others wouldn’t see through it.”

He stared intently at Zhong Chengshuo’s face. Upon hearing these words, Huang Jin curiously glanced at Liang Shan.

It seemed that this person was unaware.

Yellow Millet’s obscuring illusion was flawlessly executed by Yin Ren. The current Zhong Chengshuo was merely a substitute for an evil, easily transformed.

“Next, let’s ask the police to relax temporarily and allow Luo Chunlei to return to school.” Yin Ren floated behind the young Zhong Chengshuo, resembling a solid and fierce ghost. “In this chaotic school, we can fully experience it for a couple of days.”

Zhong Chengshuo looked at his own hand.

Yellow Millet’s illusion had no effect on him personally, and he couldn’t perceive what Yin Ren had done. However, he noticed that the gazes from all directions had shifted, and his “visual height” had become significantly shorter.

Yin Ren’s own transformation was genuine, with the young Ghost King fluttering around him, appearing to be in a good mood.

“My job is to cooperate with all of you.” Liang Shan laughed heartily. “What about the others?”

“Yin Ren’s idea is feasible. I’ll be in command here, and Ge Tingting and Huang Jin will continue their covert surveillance. It would be great if we could obtain concrete evidence, and if we could get clues from Luo Chunlei, that’d be a pleasant surprise.”

Lu Xiaohe paused her typing. Her newly created account had already joined the anonymous area.

“But our time is limited… Yin Ren, we only have four days until the connection to the other side is established. Is that enough time?”

“It’s enough.”

……

The next day, two major events occurred in Class 1-3 at Haigu Secondary School:

First, Luo Chunlei, who had been absent due to illness, returned to class.

Second, a new transfer student joined the class, rumored to be a relative of Zhang Hejun.

“Let’s welcome Zhang San, our new classmate.”

As soon as the teacher finished the introduction, the classroom erupted in laughter.

The teacher cleared his throat warningly several times before being able to continue.

“He is a relative of Zhang Hejun, and he will help take notes for Hejun during her absence. Please take care of your new classmate. I want to emphasize once again that Zhang Hejun has experienced a very unfortunate accident. Students should be careful when walking and avoid dangerous areas. The new student should also be cautious and not wander into the back mountain casually…”

In the front row of the classroom, Luo Chunlei glanced at Zhong Chengshuo for a moment, then shifted her gaze away, looking out of the window as if nothing had happened.

“Fortunes change, huh?” Yin Ren floated behind Zhong Chengshuo and playfully bit his ear. “Zhong Ge, do you need me to remind you of your lines?”

Zhong Chengshuo rubbed the strands of hair in his palm.

In the eyes of the students, the handsome new transfer student spoke up.

“Hello, everyone,” he said softly. “I’m here to find the culprit.”


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Criminal Psychology Ch238

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 238

The top office of the Municipal Police Bureau.

Director Wu, the immediate superior of Xing Conglian, stood side by side with Director Dong in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The elderly man, nearing retirement, held a lukewarm teacup in his hands. His eyes were half-closed, seemingly drifting off to sleep, oblivious to the commotion downstairs.

The entrance of the municipal bureau was already crowded with reporters, capturing every movement of the officers coming and going on camera.

Dong Hua looked down. His previous question got no response, so he had no choice but to raise his voice. “Teacher, you shouldn’t underestimate the situation.”

Yes, everyone knew that he came from the provincial capital, representing the highest authority, but in reality, among the people present, he still had to listen to the other’s opinion.

Once a teacher, always a father figure*. That was probably the meaning behind it.

*Proverb that conveys the idea that the role of a teacher goes beyond mere instruction and extends to a lifelong responsibility and care for their students, similar to that of a father and his child.

“I’m just closing my eyes, not underestimating it.”

The old man standing beside him half-opened his eyes, held the cup, and symbolically took a sip.

“Just now, when I wanted to detain him, why didn’t you let me do it?”

Dong Hua stood with his hands behind his back. He lowered his head as he asked that. It was obviously uncomfortable to have the CEO of Zhourui Pharmaceutical show off his power in front of him and leave.

Director Wu shook his head. “After so many years, you still like to exert your energy in these matters.”

“Since Zhourui Pharmaceutical is a company involved in this case, and their person in charge came to the police station to turn themselves in, isn’t it only natural for us to detain the relevant personnel?” Dong Hua furrowed his brows. He didn’t understand.

“It is within reason, but that doesn’t mean it should be done.” Director Wu Lao’s half-bald head had no hair left, making it a bit dazzling in the sunlight.

“I don’t understand.”

“The person in charge of the company voluntarily came to you to admit the problem. Isn’t this what you wanted? On one hand, he is responsible for the issue, but on the other hand, he is also a conscientious member of the public who provided leads for solving the case and a victimized company. It wouldn’t look good if such a person is detained on the spot by the police.”

Dong Hua frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Take it slow. By now, the people from the Drug Administration should have arrived, right? Since Zhourui’s people like to make the news, then we, on the other hand, can make a big splash.” Wu Tianming looked at the other side. “But before that, let’s make some space for our grassroots detectives.”

……

Inside the Jeep’s cabin.

The in-car radio was still broadcasting news updates. The news had now shifted to sporadic follow-up reports, including analysis from pharmaceutical experts and strategies for families to cope.

As he listened to the information, Xing Conglian’s thoughts were focused on how to ensure the safety of everyone while successfully controlling the situation at the nursing home.

It was highly likely that Shen Lian had already escaped, but there was also a possibility that she had chosen to stay there.

If she had left, which main roads should the local police guard or focus their control on?

Finally, he lowered the volume of the radio and dialed the phone number of the police officer in charge of the Hongshu Town Police Station, which Huihe Nursing Home belonged to.

……

The Huihe Nursing Home in Hongshu Town was about 25 kilometers away from Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant. According to the navigation software, it would take about 30 minutes to drive there.

Fortunately, the traffic wasn’t heavy at the moment, so they encountered no obstacles along the way.

The advantage of having an experienced old police officer by his side was that he knew all the roads in the city, including the towns, like the back of his hand. He could quickly find the best driving route.

Lao Bian had a serious expression as he stepped on the accelerator with a determined gaze. His face bore the distinct lines of a seasoned detective who had weathered the wind and sun over the years.

Lin Chen glanced at the old police officer who was driving and knew that he must have a lot of questions after the commotion in the shop and the subsequent news, but due to his stubborn nature, he kept his thoughts to himself.

The traffic light ahead turned red, and the old police officer slammed on the brakes. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and then reached out, fumbling on the dashboard as if looking for a lighter. Lin Chen handed him a lighter from his pocket.

“You don’t smoke, do you?” Lao Bian turned his head and asked.

Lin Chen shook his head and simply said, “It’s for someone else.”

Lao Bian lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and after making up his mind, he spoke with his arm trembling slightly. However, the hand gripping the steering wheel remained steady. Lin Chen listened quietly as the other person said, “Shen Lian didn’t lie back then, did she?”

Lao Bian’s arm trembled, but his grip on the steering wheel remained steady. Lin Chen listened quietly. “After talking with all of you, I’ve been thinking about that girl from back then. If I had been more patient with her, would none of these things have happened afterwards?”

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, looked ahead at the road, and answered, “There are things that we don’t know until we apprehend Shen Lian. But there’s one thing I am certain of, and it’s also something that has struck me deeply recently.”

“What kind of thing?”

“I suddenly realized that in this world, good-hearted people always rush to take responsibility, while the selfish ones prefer to shirk it. If they can escape unscathed with no damage to themselves, they consider it even better.”

Lin Chen didn’t know if his words could console the old police officer who was burdened by guilt. All he knew was that this might not be comforting at all; it was something that was happening all the time.

……

When Li Nuo received a call from Xing Conglian, he felt both nervous and excited.

He was a police officer on the outskirts of Hongjing, usually dealing with trivial matters in the neighborhood and countryside, such as minor thefts and disputes.

When he was first transferred here, he was full of passion and wanted to make a difference. But in less than six months, he had already realized the reality before him. Unless he was transferred elsewhere, he would never be able to achieve any significant accomplishments or receive any commendations in his lifetime.

Not long ago, news of the events happening in Hongjing reached him, and he was worried about his grandfather. His grandfather had always had cardiovascular problems, and he seemed to be taking medication similar to Zhourui’s. According to the news, there was a high possibility that something might happen to his grandfather… Li Nuo dared not think further.

As a result, Xing Conglian called.

Li Nuo knew who Xing Conglian was.

He was the captain of the city’s criminal investigation division, and in recent years, he had solved several major cases in a row. Li Nuo had gathered as much information as possible on each case and carefully studied them, becoming more and more impressed.

Then, this idol-like figure told him that the wanted suspect Shen Lian might be in his jurisdiction. At that moment, Li Nuo felt a surreal sensation, as if he had been struck by a meteor. After all, the chances of this happening were definitely much lower than winning a five-million-dollar lottery ticket.

Li Nuo hung up the phone and looked at the farmland outside the window, seeing an old dog basking in the sun on the field bank, and a small hill situated by the lake in the distance.

The terrain there was higher, with complex small paths and densely populated residential areas at the foot of the mountain, while higher up, it was a quiet nursing home. In his memory, that nursing home was very peaceful. He had been there during some fire inspections. It housed seriously ill elderly people, and the director was a middle-aged woman with a compassionate heart. There weren’t many caregivers, but everything was well organized.

How was it possible that Shen Lian was there?

The summer afternoon sun was unbelievably gentle, casting a golden veil over everything.

Li Nuo shivered and knew that all of this was not an illusion but a truly beautiful sight, and because of its beauty, it would inevitably become very fragile.

The young police officer put his phone back in his pocket and silently recited the instructions Xing Conglian had just given him.

He picked up the walkie-talkie from the table, adjusted his police cap, and rushed outside.

……

When Xing Conglian received the call from Huang Ze, he had just parked his car in the Municipal Police Bureau’s parking lot.

Due to the presence of reporters, the vehicles were congested here, and it took him some time to find a parking space. Huang Ze’s voice was as cold as shattered ice.

“Xing Conglian, you need to report to the Inspection and Supervision Department of the Municipal Police Bureau within an hour without fail.”

Upon hearing these words, Xing Conglian’s movements slowed down. He turned off the engine, sat in the quiet car, and glanced at the pale lights in the parking lot. He asked, “Inspector Huang, is there something wrong?”

His frivolous tone seemed to anger Huang Ze, whose voice became slightly louder as he questioned, “Don’t you know what you did wrong?”

“What did I do wrong?” Xing Conglian repeated those words playfully, leaning back in his seat. He said, “I really don’t know. How about you tell me, Inspector Huang?”

There was an audible intake of breath from Huang Ze on the other end of the phone, followed by a deep exhale as if he were adjusting himself. “No matter where you are or what you’re doing, report to the Inspection and Supervision Department of the Municipal Police Bureau immediately. You have been temporarily suspended, and I will be the one to oversee and investigate your actions.”

“Heh.” Xing Conglian chuckled lightly and said with certainty, “It seems this time it’s about me and not Lin Chen. What kind of trouble has Zhourui Pharmaceutical caused that gives you such confidence to come after me?”

Huang Ze’s voice grew colder. “Remember, within an hour.”

“No need for an hour.” Xing Conglian got out of the car and slammed the door shut, the loud sound echoing in the parking lot.

He calmly said, “I’m already here.”

…….

Lin Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the car door handle.

The car was speeding, and the scenery outside had already changed.

The fields were vast, the sky was high, and the car zoomed through the road amidst the lush green rice fields. Approaching the direction of Hongshu Town, they encountered two police cars coming from the neighboring town. It was obvious that these were the reserve forces assembled by Xing Conglian.

The three cars drove in a convoy, without stopping to greet each other, but their destinations were very much aligned.

At the foot of the small hill at the end of the world, Li Nuo stood beside a low house. He crouched down and greeted an old lady who was sitting in the shade of a tree, enjoying the coolness.

According to Captain Xing’s instructions on the phone earlier, he shouldn’t approach the vicinity of the nursing home but instead maintain surveillance from a distance on the road. However, for some reason, Li Nuo had an extremely bad premonition. So he changed into plain clothes, arranged for others to guard the main roads, and went up the mountain alone.

“Xiao Li.” The old lady squinted her eyes and looked at him for a while before recognizing him. “Is there another fight at Lao Zhang’s house?”

The Lao Zhang she mentioned was a rather rowdy family in the village. Mrs. Zhang was fierce and would get into a physical fight with her husband at the slightest provocation. Out of the ten times Li Nuo came here, eight times it was because neighbors of the Zhang family had called him to mediate. As a small local police officer, he usually dealt with such trivial matters. Now, suddenly having to apprehend some A-class fugitive, it would be fake to say that Li Nuo wasn’t feeling anxious. But he still asked in a low voice, “Grandma Wang, have you been sitting here all this time? Have you seen anyone suspicious coming down from the nursing home on the mountain?”

“Yeah, I’ve been sitting here to cool off after having a meal.” The old lady fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan, sitting up straight and highly alert. “What happened? Is there a thief?”

Li Nuo shook his head. “Something came up. Could you think about it for me?”

“Someone from the nursing home… No, I haven’t seen Auntie Chen today.” The old lady shook her palm-leaf fan again and suddenly tapped her leg. “Now that you mention it, I think I just saw the small van that the nursing home uses for groceries pass by.”

Li Nuo became alert and turned around, immediately dialing a friend at the county’s traffic department to request verification of the vehicles belonging to the nursing home and the surveillance footage at the intersections.

……

When Xing Conglian received the photo of Shen Lian driving the van out of the main road in Hongshu Town, Huang Ze was standing in front of him saying something like, “Xing Conglian, you are now being officially interviewed by the Inspector’s Office. Please turn off all communication devices.”

He didn’t quite catch the details as he carefully examined the surveillance photo.

In the photo, Shen Lian remained calm, like an expressionless mannequin on a shelf, as if going to a prearranged appointment.

The timestamp indicated that it happened twenty minutes ago, which meant that, based on the timing, Shen Lian had taken action almost simultaneously with the appearance of the news.

Xing Conglian’s emotions were momentarily complex. On one hand, he once again admired Lin Chen’s accurate judgment and positioning. On the other hand, he was furious. If it weren’t for Zhourui Pharmaceutical interfering, they would probably have already come face-to-face with Shen Lian.

And for people like him, the angrier they became, the calmer they grew.

Instead of angrily shouting at Huang Ze, he lowered his head and sent a few arrangements through text messages. After finally sending the phone number of the officer in charge to Lin Chen, he had a moment to raise his head and look at the Inspector in front of him.

Perhaps at that moment, he didn’t control his gaze well, or maybe Huang Ze saw the contents of the photo on his phone. In any case, the Inspector slammed the table in anger and said, “Xing Conglian, the authority to handle the case is no longer in your hands. What you need to do is explain the situation clearly!”

Xing Conglian surveyed his surroundings and only asked, “Where are the people from Zhourui Pharmaceutical?”

“That’s not a matter you’re entitled to be concerned about!”

Xing Conglian dragged a chair and sat opposite Huang Ze at the table. “If there’s a situation that requires me to explain it clearly, there should at least be a face-to-face confrontation.” He smirked, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and asked, “Where is Lao Wu?”

Huang Ze hesitated for a moment, only then realizing who he meant by “Lao Wu”.

“I want to talk to Lao Wu. Bring him to me, whether he’s upstairs or downstairs.”

……

Li Nuo walked down from the small hill just as Lin Chen’s car arrived.

He had seen this psychology expert on TV broadcasts before, and now that he saw him in person, he felt like he was just an ordinary person. Lin Chen was wearing a brick-red checkered shirt and light-colored casual pants, unlike typical experts who wore glasses or had a scholarly air to them. Apart from his fair skin and calm gaze, there was nothing particularly remarkable about him.

But in a way, when Li Nuo shook hands with Lin Chen, whether it was the strength in his palm or his calm tone that could dispel any tension, Li Nuo felt that this person was highly trustworthy.

“Tell me about Huihe Nursing Home,” Lin Chen said directly, without engaging in small talk.

The police officers who had come to assist from the neighboring town also got out of their cars. However, most of the police force had been deployed to the main roads for surveillance, as the surveillance footage showed that Shen Lian had already left the nursing home. Only the basic 10-person team remained.

Among them, the highest-ranking officer had the rank of a Third-Level Police Superintendent, but in front of Lin Chen, no one interrupted or gave any random orders.

Li Nuo briefly described the situation at Huihe Nursing Home, and Lin Chen didn’t immediately respond.

At that moment, someone spoke up. “Since there is evidence showing that Shen Lian left the nursing home from above, it is necessary to conduct a basic search.”

“But didn’t the notice say that the woman was carrying highly toxic substances? Could there be a trap up there?” another person said.

“She’s just a female fugitive, and she’s already gone. Are we, the police, going to be scared at the foot of the mountain? What kind of image does that give?”

Li Nuo swallowed nervously and looked at Lin Chen.

It was then that the psychology consultant finally spoke. “Did any villagers mention that they haven’t seen anyone from the nursing home coming down the mountain all day?”

“Yes, but it was only Mrs. Wang who said that,” Li Nuo cautiously added.

Lin Chen’s expression visibly grew colder, but he quickly lifted his gaze and said to him, “Do you have the nursing home’s phone number? Make a call.”

It felt like the simplest test or something of that sort, but when Li Nuo took out his phone, he felt that the object in his hand was as precious as gold. He flipped through his contacts and found the number, then looked up. Lin Chen’s resolute gaze met his, and he took a deep breath before pressing the call button.

Everything around became quiet.

The wind coming from the open field blew past him, but Li Nuo couldn’t feel it. His heart was beating fast, and his nervous hands were trembling.

The first beep sounded, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Beep…

The second prolonged electronic tone slowly followed.

It showed that the phone at the nursing home was still connected, and the line hadn’t been cut off. Li Nuo didn’t know why he was worried about these things, but perhaps there was something he feared deep inside.

He clenched his fist tightly, praying that someone would answer the phone, even if it was just a simple “Hello.”

Every second passed by, and although the waiting tone on the phone wouldn’t last more than a minute, it felt like an eternity to Li Nuo.

However, the call was automatically disconnected by the telecom company before he could even hear that simple “Hello.”

Li Nuo instinctively raised his head and felt as if the golden veil of sunlight that covered the top of the nursing home had turned black, like a shadow casting over everyone’s hearts.

“Go up the mountain.”

Lin Chen lowered his eyelids but spoke with a resolute tone to them.

……

For a long time after that incident, Lin Chen’s memory wasn’t very clear.

Although he was confident that he had walked up that hill and had a visual concept of the layout of the houses on either side and the appearance of the trees, even the way the hens strolled in the fields or the colors of the vegetable fields halfway up the mountain, he didn’t have a logical sequence of the details of how they reached that nursing home or what they experienced during the process in his mind.

However, at that time, he was certain that when they were about 100 meters away from the nursing home, he sensed something unusual in the air.

Earlier, experienced veteran police officers had already arranged for some of the team to flank from the rear in a roundabout manner, while others approached through the neighborhood. Only he and another police officer named Li Nuo walked openly on the cement road directly leading to the nursing home’s gate.

When he smelled that scent, he and Li Nuo exchanged glances, quickened their pace, and rushed towards the iron gate of the nursing home.

When they could see the gatehouse clearly, they were certain that there was no one inside.

The seats were empty, and there was an old-fashioned beige telephone on the table. A visitor registration form hung in a corner on the wall, and aside from that, there were various crooked and scattered items.

Lin Chen looked up, and the surveillance camera in the corner of the gatehouse turned towards him. He stared at the pitch-black camera lens, as if he had seen the vertical pupils of a demon, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Without wasting any time looking for reinforcements or waiting for backup, the police officer beside him swiftly climbed over the iron movable fence and rushed into the gatehouse to press the open button.

The electric gate slowly moved aside, revealing the panoramic view of the nursing home, bit by bit.

Lin Chen took a deep breath as the scent in the air became even stronger amidst the gray and dilapidated buildings before him.

The young police officer named Li Nuo had turned completely pale, a color that no ordinary human could mistake.

Calls from other police officers came through their walkie-talkies, crackling with static. But at that moment, neither Lin Chen nor Li Nuo had the strength to press the answer button.

It was the young village police officer who reacted first. Li Nuo said nothing, clenched his fist, and turned around, rushing towards the main building of the nursing home.

Lin Chen watched the young man’s back and followed him, stepping heavily with each stride.

The old wooden doors opened, revealing a long corridor.

On one side of the corridor, it was as dark as a shadow, like a ghostly presence. On the other side, sunlight painted it a dazzling but unreal white.

Step by step, Lin Chen walked on the clean and bright porcelain tiles, advancing deeper into the corridor.

On either side of him were rows of standardized ward doors, each closed with an obsessive-compulsive-like habit, resembling tightly sealed coffins that made people not have the courage to touch.

An increasingly heavy odor seeped out from the gaps above and below each door, lingering around him.

The scent was so thick that it permeated through every pore, saturating every corner of the space. It felt like soft ropes tightened around his neck, suffocating him. But he knew very well that this feeling wasn’t suffocation, but despair.

Yes, it was the smell of blood.

Lin Chen took another deep breath, feeling as if he were immersed in viscous plasma. The surroundings were damp and sticky, and he could only manage to place his hand on the doorknob to support himself.

Through the thin door panel, countless images flashed in his mind. Each image appeared as simple black lines against the backdrop of thick blood, twisting and turning, breaking apart and reassembling, becoming more and more distorted and bizarre.

Finally, it was the sound of inconsolable sobbing coming from one of the rooms that awakened him.

The cries were heart-wrenching, carrying a genuine and profound grief.

Lin Chen calmed his mind, and with a wooden expression, he looked out the window. He saw the aged face of Lao Bian and other police officers rushing into the nursing home.

Someone desperately gestured at him, but he couldn’t recognize who it was, so he just nodded in response.

After completing this simple gesture, he turned around, pushed open the door, and walked inside.


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Criminal Psychology Ch237

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 237

In that instant, Xing Conglian’s heart skipped a beat.

He touched the back of Lin Chen’s neck and forced him to look up.

Lin Chen had a gentle expression and moist eyes, but of course, he wasn’t crying.

Xing Conglian lowered his head, and at that moment, not far from outside the car, a young man’s voice erupted in excitement, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the Jeep, and then the knocking on the door. “A’Chen Gege, we found it. It should be right!”

Lin Chen suddenly flipped off him and sat upright.

Xing Conglian’s emotions didn’t break, and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he simply held Lin Chen’s wrist and kissed the top of his head.

……

The back door opened, and Lin Chen appeared calm.

Wang Chao looked suspiciously at the two faces that were saying, “We were discussing official matters.”

“Speak!” Xing Conglian urged.

Wang Chao was startled and looked down at his laptop screen. He immediately said, “There’s a rural nursing home in Hongshu Village on the outskirts of the city.”

After saying this, Wang Chao paused.

“And then?” Xing Conglian asked.

The teenager flipped the laptop towards them and showed them, saying, “And then, I couldn’t find any information about available beds in this nursing home. They only have an empty website.”

“What does that mean?” Lin Chen narrowed his eyes.

“The nursing home doesn’t have internet access, which means it’s an isolated information island.” Wang Chao paused, then continued, “This Huihe Nursing Home is also a designated institution that cooperates with the government and accommodates a group of homeless people every year. But there’s no indication that Shen Lian has any connection with this institution. The investor is a company that deals with agricultural products, and the owner of the agricultural product company passed away three years ago. Shouldn’t we investigate that company…”

Wang Chao was about to start rambling again, but Lin Chen interrupted him, saying decisively, “This is it.”

“Ah, that’s right!” Wang Chao immediately shut up, shouting excitedly, “Should we inform that dumbass Huang Ze?”

……

In the office, Huang Ze sat alone in his seat with a sense of solitude. Most of the people around him had already left, and the office was mostly empty.

Due to the sudden situation that just occurred, the director from the provincial department urgently ordered all police officers in Hongjing City to return to their posts. After receiving their respective tasks, the people who were originally crowded in the office dispersed, and it was the personnel from the Inspector Office who now found themselves with nothing to do.

A subordinate who had been standing behind Huang Ze approached him and whispered, “Inspector Huang, Director Dong is asking for you.”

Huang Ze looked up, incredulous, and glanced behind him.

……

Huihe Nursing Home.

The girl who had been lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes. It might have been because the sunlight outside was too strong, or perhaps the cicadas were chirping too loudly. She stared at the black mold spots on the ceiling, then reached and took out her phone from under the covers.

……

Outside Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant, a wave of scorching heat swept through the street.

The trees on both sides of the road swayed violently, as if sensing something. Xing Conglian didn’t immediately answer Wang Chao’s question; instead, he looked towards the entrance of the small restaurant.

The street fell silent, and the police officer who had been standing at the door, playing games on his phone, suddenly stopped. A new message notification appeared on his screen, and he reached out, opened it, and read it for a while.

The next moment, he put his phone back in his pocket. As if the pause in magic had ended, he turned and quickly walked towards the police station’s entrance.

Subsequently, the sound of ringing phones came one after another, and Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant became like a boiling bathhouse. Everyone put down their food, some read text messages on their phones, and others answered calls.

An officer who had rushed to the door looked like an athlete who took off after the starting gun went off.

The light blue plastic curtain at the entrance of the restaurant was pulled aside, and the next moment, all the police officers inside swarmed out, like a wave crashing towards the street.

Xing Conglian sat in the car, watching Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant empty out in a short period of time. He knew very well that just now, a notice had been sent out for all departmental police officers to immediately return to their posts.

……

Shen Ping was a news anchor at Hongjing TV Station.

Due to certain coincidences, he shared the same surname as a certain lady who was currently causing a stir among the higher-ups. Their names even sounded somewhat sibling-like.

But Shen Ping had no relation to Shen Lian whatsoever. In fact, he had no idea who Shen Lian was until he received that press release.

The press release came from Zhourui Pharmaceutical, a major taxpayer in the city. It was directly sent to his email after a phone call from the head of the public relations department, whom he was acquainted with.

At that time, he was preparing to record the top-of-the-hour news. The phone rang, and he keenly sensed the seriousness of the situation from the tone of the person from the public relations department at Zhourui Pharmaceutical.

When he hung up the phone and opened his email to read the press release, he realized in an instant that this was definitely a major case that would shock the entire country.

Shen Ping put down the script, glanced at the female anchor beside him, and rushed towards the direction of the control room.

……

Under the shade of the trees, inside the Jeep, Lin Chen and Xing Conglian simultaneously took out their phones and looked down. However, there was no vibration or incoming call displayed on their phones—not even an unread message.

This unusually calm situation made Xing Conglian’s expression solemn. His eyebrows slightly raised, but quickly returned to normal. Only those who knew Xing Conglian well would understand what this meant.

In theory, Xing Conglian could get out of the car and grab any police officer nearby to ask or make a phone call to find out what had happened to his subordinates. However, his first reaction was to step out of the backseat and say to the teenager standing outside the car, “Get in and sit down.”

After saying that, he walked straight to the driver’s seat, started the vehicle, turned on the air conditioning and the car radio.

The top-of-the-hour news on Hongjing TV Station happened to begin.

The anchor’s horrified voice came through the speakers and echoed inside the Jeep.

……

Shen Ping sat in the anchor room.

Before going on stage, he changed into a black-and-white striped tie to appear more solemn.

The countdown sound came through the headphones. Shen Ping closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and tried his best to calm himself down.

Three minutes ago, the director rushed down from the station manager’s office and shouted at him across the studio, gasping for breath, “Shen Ping, broadcast the news!”

Shen Ping knew he had made the right bet.

The young male anchor opened his eyes and clenched his fist; the bright lights in front of him dazzled his vision. He looked at the teleprompter in front of him and said in the most serious tone:

“The following is urgent news…”

……

“We have received news that Zhourui Pharmaceutical recently reported a severe case of drug poisoning through our station, as well as through other TV stations, including Yongchuan, Changping, and Fengchun, as well as online platforms, to the entire society…”

A neurology ward at a hospital.

The television hanging in the rest area outside the ward had been silent all along, and a person who looked like a nurse was sleeping on a bench. However, someone hurriedly ran out of the ward and turned up the volume of the television, causing a continuous flow of sound.

The deep blue studio made the male anchor in a well-tailored suit appear particularly solemn, but what made one’s throat tighten even more was the information mentioned by the anchor in the news.

“It is reported that the drugs involved may include Zhourui Pharmaceutical’s Nao Kangning, Huihe Pharmaceutical’s Shu Naoping, Yingmeng Pharmaceutical’s Liti Niping, and Kangtaidelin Company’s Pu’er Kangning, among various types and batches of drugs. Zhourui Pharmaceutical reminds all patients and friends who have taken these drugs that they may be contaminated with other chemical components or may cause various adverse reactions of the nervous system. If you experience symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, depression, or mania, please stop taking the medication immediately and seek immediate medical examination. Zhourui Pharmaceutical also urges all middle-aged and elderly patients who have taken the aforementioned drugs to immediately stop taking them and not hold any wishful thinking.”

Because the TV volume was too loud, more and more people walked out of the wards and stood motionless in front of the television. It wasn’t only the patients’ family members, but also elderly people being supported and even those who stood alone with a cane, trembling as they leaned against the wall.

The TV screen paused for a moment, with black text on a white background, listing all the drugs involved in the case.

The ward fell into silence.

A doctor in a white coat stood in front of the television. Seizing this opportunity, he looked back at the bewildered patients behind him but didn’t know what to say.

“My father… My father seems to have been taking that medication all along!” a patient’s family member tentatively cried.

“Doctor, what does this mean? Has my mother been poisoning herself all this time?” An emotionally unstable patient’s family member’s eyes turned red.

More and more people crowded around the doctor, and the once quiet ward became noisy.

At that moment, an elderly person standing alone in a corner suddenly spoke, and their old and hoarse voice cut through the chaotic voices of inquiries, causing everyone to fall silent.

“Doctor, can we… can we still be cured of this illness?”

The old man opened his mouth and asked in such a manner.

A shiver ran through everyone present, and a sense of panic gradually spread along with this mournful question.

……

Principal Su sat on a small stage by the balcony.

The old man didn’t have the habit of watching the news, and he didn’t use outdated things like radios. Unfortunately, his wife was a professor of political science and ordered that the news be played continuously in the house. So, when the anchor from Yongchuan TV Station, in a tone almost identical to Shen Ping’s, solemnly spoke about the severe drug issue related to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular drugs, he only heard a sound of intense rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

His wife was tidying up the storage cabinet, her trembling hands picking up the medicine bottles anxiously. She said with a worried expression, “What should we do?”

Thinking of Lin Chen’s recent phone call, Principal Su easily connected the dots, but he still casually said, “My dear, let’s analyze this problem using philosophical methods and divide it into two…”

His politically astute wife immediately interrupted him, “Did Chenchen call you because of this?”

“I don’t know.” The old man waved his hand. “It’s also possible that he just missed his mentor.”

“Stop that.” His wife’s face was filled with worry. “The situation is so troublesome that Chenchen had to call you. It’s probably serious.”

“Don’t worry too much. Even if the sky falls, there’s someone tall to hold it up.” The old man touched his chin. “For example, Chenchen is taller than me, and I’m definitely taller than you.”

His words didn’t calm his wife’s mood. The woman in an apron rubbed her eyes and took a couple of steps forward. She held his hand, half-squatted down, and tremblingly asked, “Or… should we call Fengzi back?”

……

Similar scenes were happening in many ordinary households.

Some elderly people were furious, some were reluctant to throw away the medicine in their cabinets, and some were already lying in bed. There were even those who hurriedly turned off the television and prepared to go to the hospital.

But most ordinary families didn’t have the same reckless attitude as Mr. Su. Just like there were many parents who loved their children in the world, there were also many filial sons and daughters who respected their parents.

Golden Harvest Tower, located near the city government’s CBD, was one of the top commercial office buildings in the city. At this busy time of the afternoon, all the usual office scenes came to a halt due to the breaking news.

The office manager’s computer was on, and Shen Ping’s voice echoed through the only speaker in the office. By the time it reached the corners, it was no longer very clear, and more employees were refreshing their web pages.

“According to sources from Zhourui Pharmaceutical, the suspect in the poisoning case is named Shen Lian. She was a former employee of the R&D department at Zhourui Pharmaceutical. Due to certain reasons, Shen Lian abused her authority and contaminated the medicine with special chemical substances for several years. Zhourui Pharmaceutical is issuing a public appeal through our station, warning that Shen Lian is extremely dangerous and currently carrying a large amount of highly toxic drugs. She is currently on the run, and we earnestly request the police to apprehend Shen Lian.”

Inside the office building, the sound of web pages being refreshed constantly filled the air.

On the internet, keywords such as “poisoning”, “Zhourui Pharmaceutical”, and “Shen Lian” skyrocketed in popularity at an alarming rate. Everyone held their breath and focused, trying to obtain the latest information.

Some clever netizens even linked “Shen Lian” to the tragic incident at the barbecue stall in Hongjing last night. In an instant, a bigger wave of public opinion spread.

……

The hotline of Zhourui Pharmaceutical was inundated with calls.

However, since the company had already made up its mind and prepared comprehensive crisis public relations, the incoming calls were handled with professionalism.

Sweet-voiced women answered the calls, offering apologies first and then expressing that the company would take responsibility. The soft and gentle voices calmed the tempers of many callers.

The women who answered the hotline had received the most professional training. After soothing the emotions of the callers, they would also express that Zhourui Pharmaceutical was also a victim and hoped that the police would apprehend the culprit soon.

By using a skillful approach, the pharmaceutical company transformed itself into a victim with a strong sense of social responsibility, while the party that had not fulfilled its duty became the police, which allowed the dangerous criminal to remain at large for over 12 hours.

Shen Ping paused, symbolically flipped over a page, and faced the camera to continue speaking. “Below is the official announcement just received from the police—the Hongjing police have issued an A-level warrant, publicly seeking the fugitive Shen Lian.”

……

In the office lobby of the Municipal Police Station.

All the working police officers on the first floor became nervous and busy. The arrest operation, which had been quietly initiated by Xing Conglian, was forcibly brought to the forefront.

Countless orders were issued from higher-ups, including traffic control at key points, community investigations, and online searches. The sounds of computer keyboards, printers, and typing filled the air. Almost everyone was busy with their tasks.

On the platform railing on the second floor, the top leaders of the Provincial Public Security Department and the CEO of Zhourui Pharmaceutical stood side by side, surrounded by leaders from various departments, from the province to the municipal bureau.

The two individuals in front of the railing shook hands as a gesture of courtesy.

The impeccably dressed CEO of Zhourui Pharmaceutical, expressed regret, saying, “The relevant materials have been submitted to the task force. It was a management mistake on our company’s part, which has caused a lot of trouble for our police comrades.”

Dong Hua turned around, looked at the busy subordinates below, and didn’t directly respond to that statement. His expression didn’t reveal any emotions.

Just when the meeting was at a deadlock, the CEO of Zhourui Pharmaceutical suddenly arrived with a large amount of information and reported a severe case of poisoning to the police.

The perpetrator’s name was Shen Lian, and for reasons, such as revenge on society, she had been releasing toxic substances in a series of brain recovery drugs produced by Zhourui Pharmaceutical for several years.

No one knew what kind of toxic substance it was. But as far as he knew, that maddening chemical component had caused an extremely terrible incident at a barbecue stall in the city last night, resulting in the death of a police officer.

However, even the pharmaceutical company itself couldn’t confirm the exact nature of that chemical substance. Based on the CEO’s brief remarks, it should be a new type of neurotoxic drug.

Dong Hua sneered in his heart. After the events of last night, they both knew that it was no different from a biochemical weapon, but no one dared to draw such a conclusion.

What made him feel even more embarrassed was the content of Zhourui Pharmaceutical’s public announcement through the news media.

In fact, the local police in Hongjing had already taken action last night, but during the operation, they failed to warn the public about personal safety and didn’t issue a formal arrest warrant for Shen Lian. Although he understood that frontline officers had their own considerations when handling a case, it was precisely because of these considerations that the pharmaceutical company, which should have been the main culprit, took the initiative and gained an advantage over the police. It was difficult to accept such frustration.

He tapped the railing and glanced back.

As the culprit’s immediate boss, Director Wu, the head of the Pharmaceutical Bureau, stood at the outermost edge, observing with detachment, like a dissident who didn’t fit in.

Dong Hua withdrew his gaze and looked at the CEO of Zhourui Pharmaceutical, nodded, and simply said, “You’ve worked hard.”

“Our company will do its best to cooperate with the police operation.” The CEO bowed deeply, showing utmost sincerity. “I won’t disturb the work of the police any further, so I’ll take my leave first.”

After speaking, the middle-aged man who effortlessly stirred up a huge storm completely withdrew himself. He turned around, about to leave, but after taking a step, he turned back as if suddenly remembering something. A humble smile appeared on his face. “Regarding the accusation made by the Captain of the criminal division against me for dereliction of duty and soliciting bribes from our company, I request that the police handle it impartially.”

Instantly, a hushed silence fell over the crowd, followed by murmurs and whispers.

No one expected that the content of their secret conversation just now would be this.

“Isn’t there someone from the Inspector Office present?” The senior leader paused, scanning the crowd. “Isn’t this your responsibility?”

Huang Ze raised his eyes sharply but could only take a deep breath and salute. “Yes, Director.”

……

Inside the Jeep parked outside the Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant, the atmosphere was absolutely calm and undisturbed by external forces.

The radio news had already moved on to the next topic, but neither Xing Conglian’s nor Lin Chen’s phone rang.

No one spoke inside the vehicle.

Wang Chao looked around, deeply shocked by the previous news. What did it mean? Zhourui Pharmaceutical voluntarily admitted the medication issue to the public but completely absolved themselves of the responsibility of concealing the truth. They even directly targeted Shen Lian and pushed her to the forefront as the mastermind.

In the end, the teenager couldn’t help but shout, “Are they all fucking idiots?”

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian exchanged glances; their lips curling into a cold, mocking smile. “How can you say they’re idiots? They’re obviously incredibly clever.”

“It’s an exemplary public relations move for a crisis,” Xing Conglian added.

But whether it was his boss or A’Chen Gege, neither of them made any further moves after saying that.

Wang Chao anxiously shifted on the seat. “Now that Shen Lian is wanted by the police, should we still report her possible hiding place?”

“Shen Lian is such an alert person that even the presence of a police officer nearby would make her escape immediately. Now that she’s being wanted with the highest level warrant on TV, how could she not react?”

Xing Conglian’s tone was unexpectedly calm, but the calmer he was, the more it alarmed Wang Chao.

“What should we do now? Should we keep Shen Lian’s hiding place a secret? Zhourui Pharmaceutical has already alerted her, so could Shen Lian suddenly go mad and start poisoning people? If Shen Lian escaped from the nursing home, what should we do?”

“What should we do? Of course, we’ll solve each problem one by one.” Xing Conglian turned his head and glanced at Lin Chen.

As if understanding his thoughts, Lin Chen nodded and said, “I understand. I’ll go to the outskirts first.”

“I’ll arrange for people to be on surveillance in the surrounding area. It’s better not to act rashly until the main force arrives. Stay safe.”

After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he made a motion of making a phone call. Lin Chen nodded, organized all the materials about Shen Lian on his side, held them under his arm, and pushed open the car door to get out.

Wang Chao became anxious. “A’Chen Gege, where are you going?”

“I’m going to the location you found. Hopefully, there’s still time.” Lin Chen got out of the car while speaking.

“Are you going alone? What about the Boss and me?”

Wang Chao sat in the car, shouting at the man sitting in the driver’s seat while looking at Lin Chen’s back.

“You go to Xiao Zhan’s place and see if there’s anything you can help with. Try to protect him and don’t let Zhourui’s people get there first.”

“But how can I protect Mr. Xiao Zhan when I’m powerless?”

“Stop talking nonsense.” Xing Conglian said decisively, “Take a taxi by yourself.”

His Boss’ voice was so intimidating that Wang Chao couldn’t help but get out of the car. When he stood on the hard asphalt road, he couldn’t help but turn around and ask, “And what about you, Boss?”

However, the engine had already started, and the Jeep backed up half a parking space, turned the front, and disappeared into the distance.

Wang Chao was sprayed with exhaust and took a few steps forward, holding onto Lin Chen’s sleeve in frustration. “Where is the Boss going in such an urgent situation?”

“With such a big incident happening and no one informing us, Zhourui Pharmaceutical probably did some action behind the scenes. He’s going to handle those matters.”

“Why would Zhourui Pharmaceutical suddenly take action? Did something happen?” Wang Chao opened the ride-hailing app on his phone. There weren’t many vehicles around, and he jumped up and down on the road in frustration. “But what can Zhourui Pharmaceutical do?”

“Don’t think too much.” Lin Chen’s reassuring voice came, and when Wang Chao looked up again, he could only see Lin Chen’s back as he walked straight across the road.

He hailed a taxi directly and shouted, “A’Chen Gege, should I call a taxi for you?”

With his back turned, Lin Chen just waved his hand and stepped onto the sidewalk. After walking a few steps, he stood in front of the entrance of Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant.

There, a retired police officer who had changed careers stood at the door curtain, looking at him with a solemn expression.

Lin Chen looked at the old man and calmly asked, “I need to go somewhere. Are your driving skills still good?”


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Evil As Humans Ch194

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 194: Family of Three

“It’s been a few months, and you guys have both been promoted to B-level. Not bad, not bad. When I first saw you two, I thought you would at least spend three to five years in C-level.”

As for Zhong Chengshuo, who was “sacrificed”, it was kept confidential according to regulations, and poor Liang Shan was left in the dark. He patted the shoulders of the two vigorously.

Seeing the arrival of the investigation team, Mr. Liang Shan quickly dropped the line, “It’s great. I know them well. I’ll be responsible for communication,” and then abandoned his laptop with a face filled with relief. At noon, he generously booked a private room in the hospital cafeteria, claiming it was a reunion banquet.

It was just that most of the dishes served were from the hospital cafeteria, and Liang Shan only went out to buy some beverages.

On the makeshift “banquet” made of a stack of metal trays, Liang Shan distributed the beverages to everyone. Yin Ren’s hands instinctively reached for the cola, but midway through, he changed his mind and grabbed two bottles of sugar-free sparkling water.

“Things have been restless in Haigu lately. It’s been a long time since we got together… Oh, Lu Jie, you’re a rear commander. Why did you come to the front line?” Liang Shan took a seat and twisted open a bottle of lemon tea for himself.

“The case is quite special.” Lu Xiaohe tried to force a smile.

Mentioning the matter, a hint of bitterness instantly mixed into Liang Shan’s previously cheerful expression. “Don’t talk about it. We’re having troubles on our end too… Those kids are under fourteen, there are multiple participants, and the victim isn’t dead. Thinking about how to handle the aftermath gives me a headache. Now, it seems like Haigu’s secondary schools is a revolving stage where I’ll end up dying in this position sooner or later.”

He took a bite of an egg, chewing in frustration.

“Now I don’t understand what Shian’s intentions are. The Emergency Management Department is suppressing us with rules and regulations and not giving us additional manpower. Yet, they sent a B-level team. I really don’t know whether they value us or not.”

“There have been many incidents like this recently.” Zhong Chengshuo accurately summarized the key points.

“No kidding, this one is particularly heinous. Just talking about fights and brawls, we have more than a dozen cases every day.” Liang Shan glanced at him. “Just a few days ago, there was a bloody incident. Let me count… Four male high school students got into a conflict because they supported different basketball teams. The craziest one stabbed someone with a pen. Fortunately, there were no serious injuries.”

“Then there’s the incident at the affiliated elementary school, where a girl was collectively insulted on an anonymous wall and attempted suicide. Just after her suspension, it turned out to be related to idol fandom. A male student in her class pushed a girl from the neighboring class down the stairs, resulting in a fracture. The parents claimed that he had a crush on the girl and wanted to get her attention.”

Liang Shan counted on his fingers.

“The most troublesome case regarding the middle school is the one involving being buried alive, and the reason is trivial. But now that you guys are here, we can all share the headache together.”

Liang Shan laughed heartily, but the reaction from the Shian team was lukewarm. Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo maintained polite expressions and pleasantries, while Ge Tingting didn’t know how to respond. Lu Xiaohe still had half of her mind concerned about her missing mother, and Huang Jin’s reaction was the most direct—his face glanced at Liang Shan with a complex expression, clearly conveying the message “That’s it”.

Liang Shan’s smile twitched slightly, and he cleared his throat. “Perfect. This afternoon, I was planning to meet the most stubborn person related to the case. How about one of you go in my place? You’re all good-looking guys and girls, which will be more appealing to middle school girls.”

……

Huang Jin originally dismissed this “home visit”.

When he was sneaking around as a Nightwalker, he witnessed more miserable and bizarre things than this. Students in civilized society using such means against each other seemed like child’s play to him.

In previous cases, he could only make use of his spirit smith identity, and most of the time, he didn’t need it, which made him feel frustrated. This time, he finally caught a case with a high bonus and no risk to life. He was so happy about it. Comrade Liang Shan must have soaked in a peaceful atmosphere for too long, which made him think that such trivial matters were troublesome.

Joking aside, he could see people’s thoughts. When facing ordinary people who were unwilling to reveal their true feelings, this ability was truly advantageous. Even if Yin Ren was the respected Great Celestial Master, he might not be better than him in this aspect.

The “most stubborn” person related to the case lived in a medium-high-end residential area. The elevator in the corridor was clean, and there was even aromatherapy in the corners. Perhaps because the community was relatively new, there were no ghosts or strong negative energies around.

After sensing such an environment in the mortal realm, Huang Jin’s mood improved slightly. He didn’t lag behind the team as usual, but instead, he slightly overtook Ge Tingting and stood behind Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo.

A middle-aged woman opened the door.

Her thoughts on the surface were organized and faint, to the extent that Huang Jin could make out her clothing and figure. Most of the information surrounding her was about numbers and schedules, with hardly any emotional fluctuations.

[Not sure if two hours will be enough. If I’m not there, will the meeting materials be messed up?]

[What a hassle. They keep asking about the kids’ nonsense over and over again. They seem impressive. Maybe that family wants to extort money.]

“You’re looking for Chunlei, right? I’m her mother… There are quite a few people. Excuse me, can I check your identification?”

After checking everyone’s identification, the mother took a step back. She concealed her impatience well in her tone. But Huang Jin could see the restless thoughts swirling around her body.

“Chunlei, someone is here to talk to you. Come out.” The woman turned towards the nearby room door and spoke with a tone of indifference and detachment from the matter at hand.

The door was tightly shut, with <Song of a Thousand Seas> wallpaper pasted on it. There were faint traces of adhesive and torn pieces of paper stuck around the wallpaper. Inside the room, there was complete silence, as if no one was present.

“Chunlei, I still have a meeting. Don’t waste my time,” the woman raised her voice and called out again.

After a few seconds, the door slowly opened.

Huang Jin instinctively leaned back on the sofa.

The girl was surrounded by swirling characters of “like, like, like, like”, “masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece”, “Jiao Jiao is cute, cute”, which were incredibly large and spun crazily around her. Among the gaps in her thoughts, there was more impatience and annoyance than her mother, and even a sense of satisfaction for not having to go to school these days, as if she had accomplished something significant.

Thoughts about Zhang Hejun only appeared once amidst her swirling thoughts.

[Why didn’t that bitch die?] Chunlei thought lightly.

Huang Jin felt a bit uncomfortable and shifted his body.

The emotions of young people were delicate and light, like white foam shimmering with colorful fragments. The thoughts of the people on the street seemed impressive to some extent. However, the thoughts of this twelve-year-old girl made him feel an indescribable discomfort.

“Hello, brothers and sisters, my name is Luo Chunlei. You can ask me anything, and I will cooperate.”

Despite her chaotic and frenzied thoughts, her tone was very obedient and cute, sounding like a normal child.

“You all look so good—much better looking than the police officers yesterday.”

Huang Jin sighed and tapped the screen of his phone.

[Ten Thousand Taels: She’s not thinking much about the case, and I’m not sure about the details. But she has no remorse and harbors strong hostility towards Zhang Hejun.]

[Ten Thousand Taels: Don’t be fooled by this girl’s attitude.]

Yin Ren lowered his head and sent an [OK] in the group.

“When it comes to burying Zhang Hejun alive, they all say that you were the one in charge. When did you come up with this idea?” Yin Ren smiled and asked.

“Mr. Yin, if you continue to use such inappropriate words, I might have to request a lawyer be present.” Chunlei’s mother maintained her businesslike tone.

“I already told the police yesterday that it was just kids fooling around, and it was Zhang something who was not careful. ‘Being in charge of the burying’ sounds too harsh. In a society based on the rule of law, people should pay attention to evidence when speaking.”

“It’s alright, Mom. I don’t feel anything about it anyway. If I didn’t do it, then I didn’t do it,” the girl added with a cheerful smile, then turned to Yin Ren, showing no signs of nervousness in her expression.

“I had an argument with Zhang Hejun, and we didn’t get along. That day…”

“That day, she invited you to the mountain behind school, and she fell into a pit herself. You just threw a couple of handfuls of soil at her to tease her and then left early,” Zhong Chengshuo recited from the files word by word. “That’s the statement you gave to the police.”

This girl’s mental resilience was indeed impressive. The other girls who were involved in the burial were terrified when the police came knocking, and they confessed everything after a few rounds of questioning.

They were all fans of <Song of a Thousand Seas> and had previously attended the same primary school. Among them, Luo Chunlei came from a wealthy family and was generous with her spending. She could be considered the leader of their small group. Ever since Zhang Hejun made “insulting” remarks about their beloved “Jiao Jiao”, Luo Chunlei had been demanding that they harass Zhang Hejun for revenge.

[Initially, we wanted to criticize Zhang Hejun online, but she wasn’t in any group, didn’t have any social media accounts, and didn’t play on any platforms.]

Zhong Chengshuo had watched the video recordings of the girls’ interviews. The girls, aged around eleven or twelve, were on the verge of tears during their confessions, and it took them a while to calm down.

[Susu suggested using the anonymous wall on campus to insult Zhang Hejun, but Da Chun was worried that she wouldn’t see it, so she said she wanted to teach her a lesson in real life. At that time… when we found the pit, Da Chun suggested pushing the bitch… Zhang Hejun down and letting her stay there overnight…]

[But then, when we pushed her down, Da Chun found a shovel and asked us to fill the pit! At that moment, we… our minds went blank, and we took turns filling the pit… She was crying down there, and Da Chun said she deserved it. We just felt extremely excited and didn’t… didn’t think much about it…]

Unfortunately, there were no surveillance cameras in the mountain behind the school, and these young girls didn’t know what evidence to leave behind. The shovel they used to dig the soil was found at the scene, with only the fingerprints of the other girls on it. According to their statements, Luo Chunlei found the shovel dirty and used a handkerchief to cover the handle.

With only the testimonies of a few children, there was no concrete “evidence”.

Zhong Chengshuo pushed up his glasses while Luo Chunlei observed Yin Ren’s face and long hair with great interest, showing no signs of guilt.

“Yes, I already told the police officer. Do you have any other questions?” she said, looking at the others.

If Huang Jin hadn’t mentioned it, based on her performance alone, this little girl could easily pass for an innocent bystander.

“Brother is only doing a routine inquiry. Of course, we believe you,” Yin Ren said with a smile, then turned to Zhong Chengshuo.

“Zhong Ge, isn’t this like I said? It’s impossible for such a young child to commit a crime. It must be a misunderstanding.”

Luo Chunlei’s mother’s complexion improved slightly.

Yin Ren smiled faintly. “Our main task is to conduct an assessment. Someone buried prohibited pollutants in the mountain behind the school. The previous incident was just a joke involving your daughter. Now, we’ll test for contamination in her room, and our part will be done.”

The WeChat group of Unit 9 exploded.

[Ten Thousand Tales: This girl must be suspicious. Why didn’t you question her?]

[Milky Way: This is different from the agreed plan.]

[Fruit Knife: Mm.]

[Fruit Knife: Xiaohe Jie, later you, Zhong Ge and I will search the room. Huang Jin and Ge Tingting, keep an eye on Luo Chunlei.]

[Fruit Knife: I have my own plan.]

Yin Ren put his phone back in his pocket. His fingers tapped on the screen to finish typing, then he voluntarily locked it.

“Zhong Ge, Xiaohe Jie, let’s do a quick inspection together. It will only take three to five minutes, no problem… We have to enter your room and search. The detection equipment emits radiation, so please accompany your mother outside, little sister.”

Luo Chunlei’s expression stiffened for a moment. “Uh, okay!”

Huang Jin narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep the door open during the inspection, and we won’t damage your things,” Yin Ren reassured cheerfully.

However, the moment he stepped into Luo Chunlei’s room, he immediately pinched Yellow Millet hanging from his phone. Yellow Millet emitted an excited “puff” sound, and in an instant, an illusion blocked the door.

This room was completely different from their impression of a “middle school student’s room”. All the walls, including the ceiling, were covered in posters of <Song of a Thousand Seas>. Even the bed covers and pillowcases were themed with related colors. Various merchandise occupied an entire wall. This girl must have bought numerous sets.

Every object was meticulously arranged in an organized and systematic manner, but they were packed so densely that it made it hard to breathe.

Even the experienced Lord Ghost King and King Yama were stunned for a moment by this sight.

Lu Xiaohe was the first to react. “Yin Ren, what did you just…”

“It’s fine even if you speak a little louder. They can only see illusions when they look into the room” Yin Ren exhaled, while he opened the workgroup chat and continued typing: [Is Luo Chunlei worried about anything? @Ten Thousand Taels]

[Ten Thousand Taels: …You are so ruthless.]

[Ten Thousand Taels: She’s worried if you will find the hidden phone in the closet under the clothes.]

[Fruit Knife: Just as expected.]

He went straight to the closet that occupied the opposite wall. Numerous strands of hair extended from his hand and slipped into the gaps of the closet. Within five seconds, a small phone was flipped out.

“Liang Shan and the others checked her phone, and it was clean,” Lu Xiaohe said, slightly surprised. “How did you know…”

“That kid has strong psychological resilience, and theoretically, she has been exposed to electronic devices longer than me. I will never underestimate any senior,” Yin Ren stated seriously. “Xiaohe Jie, can you install surveillance software on this in five minutes?”

……

Five minutes later, Yin Ren walked out of the room with a smile on his face. “We’re done searching, there’s nothing here. Sorry for the disturbance, we’ll go back now—”

“Go back? Just like that? What a letdown.”

A male voice sounded.

A drunken man leaned against the door frame. His face and neck were flushed from alcohol. It seemed like he had just entered, still holding an empty white wine bottle in his hand.

Huang Jin protected Ge Tingting and stood at a safe distance. Luo Chunlei’s mother was fully engrossed in a phone call, and her words were interspersed with excited laughter. Luo Chunlei smiled obediently and introduced with ease, “Brothers, sisters, this is my dad.”

“My wife is quite spirited, huh? Called so many people, spent quite a lot, huh?”

The man exhaled the smell of alcohol. His bloodshot eyes scanned the members of Unit 9, without any regard for his words.

The members of Unit 9 exchanged surprised glances—Luo Chunlei was right there in the living room, and even with his young daughter present, this gentleman clearly had no reservations.

“Sir, we are working in collaboration with the police.” Lu Xiaohe frowned and took the lead in stepping forward. “Please watch your words…”

Bang!!!

The man knocked the white wine bottle against the door frame, causing shards to splinter and leaving a small cut on his face.

“What… what… what kind of workers are you? My wife brought you here…” The man gestured with the sharp bottle while slurring his words. “A bunch of filthy scum…”

“Hahaha, Mr. Zhao, look at what you’re saying.”

Luo Chunlei’s mother seemed as if she hadn’t heard anything, laughing even more heartily. She stood in the middle of the living room, facing her husband’s outburst, but her gaze seemed to pass through thin air.

“I’m going to work soon. I promise it won’t delay—”

Despite being in the same room, the atmosphere among the family was even less harmonious than that with a stranger, creating an indescribable sense of discordance.

With cheerful and lively game music playing in the background, the man’s gaze swept across the living room, chuckling inexplicably. He tossed the bottle aside and staggered into the kitchen. Passing by Luo Chunlei’s mother as if they were two strangers.

Lu Xiaohe had just breathed a sigh of relief when the man emerged again.

This time, he had a bucket of disinfectant alcohol in his hand, along with a lighter.

“Boring.” He walked past his own wife and started splashing alcohol onto the wooden furniture.

The floor quickly became covered in puddles, but Luo Chunlei’s mother, who was still on the phone, simply glanced at it and walked to a clean spot without ever interrupting her laughter.

“Boring.” The strong-smelling alcohol was poured onto the sofa. Luo Chunlei wrinkled her nose and moved a bit farther away.

Huang Jin couldn’t bear it any longer. “You fucking—”

“Hmm?” The man played with the lighter as his bloodshot eyes turned towards Huang Jin. “What do you want to do? This is my house!”

“It wouldn’t be bad if we all died in my house, hehe…” In a daze, he seemed to remember something. “Right, the door. The door needs to be closed…”

In the next instant, he casually pressed the lighter.

Amidst the game sounds and laughter, the sound of the lighter “clicking” was barely audible. However, despite pressing the lighter, no flame emerged. The man shook the lighter in confusion and then began frantically pressing it.

Yin Ren relaxed his hand, having manipulated the lighter. The moment the man pressed the lighter, he had swapped out the gasoline with water.

“There’s a meeting at 7 o’clock tonight? I got it, mmhmm, no problem at all…” Luo Chunlei’s mother witnessed the entire scene but maintained steady breathing.

“It’s been a really unlucky day…” Luo Chunlei’s father continued pressing the lighter, click by click.

“Goodbye, big brothers and sisters!”

Luo Chunlei pointed to the slightly open anti-theft door with an extremely sweet smile. Half of her clothes were soaked in alcohol, emitting a strong alcoholic scent.

“You’re welcome to come and play again!”


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Sendoff Ch42

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 42: Undiscovered Place

The master and disciple woke up Yan Qing and Su Si, then walked out of the ruins. As soon as the four of them appeared, they were surrounded by the villagers, making it impossible to move.

In order to verify the authenticity of the Twin Roots, someone took out their blood bottle and tried to test it with wine. As soon as the wine entered the blood bottle, the person fell down with a thud, emitting a strong smell of alcohol.

With the living example as evidence, as well as Mian Jie and Yin Deng as witnesses, Shi Jingzhi patiently and earnestly calmed the villagers for most of the night, finally soothing their hearts.

The commotion subsided as the sun rose.

The fox was anxious to get away, so he came up with a distraction by pushing Yan Qing to draw the villagers’ attention to “Yan Qing saving all the blood bottles”. Poor Yan Qing, who had been cautious for many years, had never seen such a situation before. He was instantly regarded as a blushing oaf by the villagers, with his face almost the same color as his eyes.

The people of Yuanxian Village were unaware of Yan Budu’s notoriety and were deceived by Shi Jingzhi, launching an exceptionally fierce attack. Yan Qing couldn’t resist and had to use Su Si as a shield. Su Si, who was used to the ways of the market, immediately got into character and started deceiving people with gusto.

While the villagers were distracted by the two servants, Shi Jingzhi took the opportunity to escape, leaving in a hurry.

The two of them headed straight for the demon tree in the forbidden area.

They didn’t find any information about Yan Budu in the Goddess’ bedroom. According to the records, Yan Budu was “hated by the villagers for deliberately destroying the demon tree”, but the demon tree was still there, which was the only remaining clue.

With no one watching, Shi Jingzhi dropped his pretense of being an immortal. He rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the tree haphazardly. Yin Ci couldn’t stand it anymore, and with a light step, he jumped onto the demon tree and lifted his monkey-like master to a higher place.

Shi Jingzhi couldn’t hide the envy in his eyes and said, “A’Ci, your qinggong is impressive. Teach me.”

Yin Ci didn’t want this person to die easily, so he had a few thoughts of teaching him. However, whether Shi Jingzhi was willing or not was another matter. But before he had a chance to speak, Shi Jingzhi brought it up himself.

Yin Ci smiled and said, “Shizun, should you call me Shizun instead?”

Shi Jingzhi raised an eyebrow and said confidently, “They say a master imparts knowledge and solves doubts. Even if I’m not good at imparting knowledge, I can still solve doubts. Besides, there’s a saying, ‘do not be ashamed to ask for advice’…”

Yin Ci felt the urge to kick the fox off the tree, but he restrained himself.

“Imparting knowledge and solving doubts?” He couldn’t hide the teasing tone in his voice.

Shi Jingzhi looked at him, and that not-so-serious look gradually disappeared. “Yes, imparting knowledge and solving doubts.”

Yin Ci also stopped smiling.

Seeing Shi Jingzhi’s expression, he thought of the phrase “I won’t let you down” again.

Under the Ghost Tomb, Shi Jingzhi had also said, “I won’t let you down.” At that time, Yin Ci felt that this person was sincere but baseless, extremely suspicious, and his words seemed like he was saying them to himself.

As the gust of wind subsided, there was a slight fading of emotion in Shi Jingzhi’s words, making it sound more like a promise.

The demon tree was wide, and the two of them stood steady. The scent of the forbidden area mixed with the fresh aroma of the tree leaves, vaguely reminiscent of the fragrance of incense burning in a shrine.

When Yin Ci spoke again, all traces of jest disappeared, and genuine curiosity arose within him. “Shizun, do you think I have some doubts that require an outsider to resolve?”

“As a master, I am skilled at reading people. The seven emotions and six desires of mortals* are written on their faces, with three parts manifested in their actions. I took in Yan Qing because of his pure and modest heart. I kept Su Si… Although he vacillates between good and evil, he holds on to emotions and righteousness.”

*Generally, the seven emotions are: Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Fear, Love, Hate, Desire. The six desires are: Desire for wealth and possessions, sex and pleasure, fame and recognition, food and drink, sleep and rest, survival and self-preservation. These emotions and desires are considered inherent aspects of human nature and are seen as influential forces that impact one’s thoughts, actions, and relationships.

Shi Jingzhi took a few steps forward, genuinely revealing some qualities of a master.

“A’Ci, I still believe you are an upright person, but why do you not desire anything?”

Yin Ci’s heart tightened slightly, not because of Shi Jingzhi’s imposing “inhuman” demeanor, but because of the earnest tone. In just a few words, it struck a chord and evoked a sense of pain.

A hundred years had passed, filled with changing tides and unresolved love and hate. Besides the desire to die, he couldn’t think of any other wishes.

“Perhaps I am just bored. I envy you, Shizun—always finding amusement by saying you can’t be saved.”

Yin Ci said this in a sarcastic tone, but Shi Jingzhi laughed. Once again, he assumed the demeanor of a wise person and embraced a higher branch, beckoning to Yin Ci with his finger. “A’Ci, come up.”

Yin Ci: “……” For the first time, he realized that his cheap master had an uncanny ability to render him speechless.

This person not only possessed exceptional talent but also an inexplicable degree of uniqueness. The branches were narrow and crowded, and if he went up, the two of them would resemble monkeys hanging from the tree branches. Was Shi Jingzhi’s peculiar behavior finally affecting his sanity?

“Come up.” Shi Jingzhi beckoned again.

“No.”

“This is an order from your Master.”

Yin Ci took a deep breath and reluctantly climbed up the branch. Unlike Shi Jingzhi, who clung to the tree like a sloth, he stood lightly on the branch, resembling a flying bird.

The branch wasn’t thick, and it bent dangerously under the weight of two adult men.

“Enough. What’s the next order?” Yin Ci poked at Shi Jingzhi, who was clinging to the branch.

Shi Jingzhi raised an eyebrow. “If A’Ci leaves Yuanxian Village, will you never come back? Even if you do, you won’t come to this specific location.”

“What if I do?”

“If I hadn’t called you up here, ‘this place’ would have been a place you would never reach in your lifetime. Even if you live for a hundred years, it would still be the case.”

Shi Jingzhi carefully adjusted his position and sat on the branch, swaying back and forth.

“Isn’t it interesting? Most people take such small corners for granted, even if they are within arm’s reach. But no matter how ordinary the scenery is here, it can still be considered one-of-a-kind in the world.”

The morning sun rose, casting a golden glow that spread everywhere. Shi Jingzhi gazed at the rising sun, with a joyful expression that was beyond words.

For some reason, Yin Ci’s hostility suddenly dissipated. He stared at Shi Jingzhi, feeling a tinge of bittersweet longing in his heart.

Some people possessed such talent that even when submerged in the depths of despair, they could dig out unrealistic hopes. Yin Ci almost resented this innocence, yet he also wanted to embrace it, preventing it from falling into the mud too soon.

As if by doing so, he could borrow a glimmer of that light and not endure a painful difficult existence.

Yin Ci stood silently for a while, then sat down next to Shi Jingzhi.

Shi Jingzhi’s tone became more cheerful. “They say Yan Budu acquired the ‘Shirou’ before his disappearance, and he happened to have been here. With the miraculous healing medicine and tales of immortals associated with this place, how can it not be related to the Shirou?”

Yin Ci simply looked at him. “Mm.”

“And since I arrived here, I haven’t coughed up any blood, and my pulse is similar to the locals’. This strange illness of mine must undoubtedly be connected to this place of immortals. Ancient arrays, the purpose of the flesh idols, traces of real immortals. There are so many puzzles to solve. If you continue to follow me, I guarantee you won’t be bored… Perhaps, as we travel, you might discover what you truly desire.”

“Mm.”

In reality, he desired Shi Jingzhi’s golden fire, but it required Shi Jingzhi’s cooperation, and he couldn’t rush into it hastily.

Unaware of his disciple’s thoughts, Shi Jingzhi continued on his own, “So, does this count as resolving your… oh!”

His balance was unstable, and in the end, his backside slipped, nearly causing him to fall from the tree branch. Yin Ci instinctively caught his master, sighing. “Let’s consider it a partial resolution, a one or two percent resolution.”

“A’Ci, don’t move.”

“Why?”

“Lend me the Hanging Shadow Sword.”

Fox Shi swayed in mid-air, pointing the sword at the tree bark. Twisted and cracked bark was shaved away, revealing a row of bold characters—

[Saw this? If you did, go find the bald donkeys.]

Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci: “…”

Shi Jingzhi said, somewhat impatiently, “It’s Yan Budu’s handwriting, just like the one in the Ghost Tomb.” He lacked elegance in his tone.

Yin Ci: “Jianchen Temple is to the west of Yongsheng. It’s not strange to pass by here if you’re traveling directly from Lingjiao.”

With the emergence of a new clue, Yin Ci’s faint melancholy vanished without a trace, and his tone grew firm again.

Shi Jingzhi had an epiphany. “If there’s any sect least interested in the Shirou, it would be the Jianchen Temple. Yet, he hid the clue there. Yan Budu’s really… tsk.”

Immediately, he became spirited. “I have something to do at Jianchen Temple, so it’s killing two birds with one stone. After a short rest, we’ll hit the road.”

The two finally descended from the tree and landed in front of the tree gate. The residual golden glow of the sun still lingered, and a burnt smell wafted from within the tree gate. Shi Jingzhi turned around and, inexplicably, said, “Bai Wei didn’t have to die.”

Yin Ci halted his steps.

“He clearly said he wouldn’t give up his life, but in the end, he threw himself into the flesh statue. Even if he did it to protect Yin Deng, when he made that initial decision, he probably didn’t know how long he could hold on.”

“Perhaps he just couldn’t bear to see his loved one suffer and didn’t know what else to do,” Yin Ci replied smoothly.

He had witnessed this kind of situation too many times. However, Shi Jingzhi’s circumstances were unique, and Yin Ci didn’t expect his master to understand it fully.

Sure enough, Shi Jingzhi shook his head. “If I were him, I would never act so rashly.”

With that, he no longer glanced at the forbidden area and turned to walk away. Yin Ci, however, still stared at the tree gate, not immediately following.

He thought of that eerie dream again.

Perhaps the fragmented and agonizing pain was unconsciously emitted by the flesh idol. After that intense fire, did those weeping voices cease?

And in the dream, what was that thing he had become, losing his human face?

Shi Jingzhi was right. The further they traveled on this path, the darker and more mysterious it became. It was definitely not going to be boring.

A few more days passed, and the people of Yuanxian Village silently packed their belongings and marched in a grand procession towards the small bridge at the entrance. They each carried their blood bottles, carefully sealed and treasured, hanging from their chests.

Yin Deng’s arm remained injured, but she held the dog demon with her other hand and walked, constantly looking back.

“Why do we have to move?”

“The Immortal said we must leave this place early and establish relations with people outside the mountains. That way, even if bad people come for revenge, they won’t dare to do it so blatantly.” Mian Jie squatted down and whispered to comfort her.

“But Sister only left for three days and died outside.” Yin Deng couldn’t comprehend complicated matters. Equating “ascending to immortality” with “death” alone took all of her energy.

“It’s okay. You’ll be accompanied by mom and dad.”

“Can I still see Sister?”

Yin Deng raised her head, her eyes swollen like peaches.

“I dreamt of her yesterday. She waved at me. Does that mean I won’t see her again?”

Mian Jie didn’t answer. She lifted the little girl onto the dog’s back and gently patted her head.

“Let’s go,” she said, “Xizhuang is close to Yuanxian Village. We’ll move there, and if A’Lu wants to see you, she won’t have trouble finding you.”

“Un!”

The four members of the Kushan Sect stood at the forefront, with Su Si still carrying Lord Bai, who had lost quite a few feathers. Despite the keen intuition of the goose demon, it had suffered greatly under the wind blades—countless goose feathers were mangled.

In the end, they departed.

The warm breeze and blooming flowers were left behind as the people performed their ancestral rituals, silently entering the bridge cave and emerging from the divine shrine. The mountain was desolate, with snowflakes gently falling, resembling the scene when they had arrived.

As soon as the four members of the Kushan Sect left the divine shrine, Yan Qing seemed to be concerned, occasionally looking back and almost getting strangled by Su Si. The master and disciple endured the cold, not wearing their robes and instead relying on their white garments, emitting an ethereal aura.

Once out of sight of the crowd, Shi Jingzhi felt better, but Yin Ci’s lips had turned blue.

Shi Jingzhi wrapped his disciple in a cotton robe and exhaled a large puff of white vapor. “Damn it, I forgot it’s winter outside.”

“Just now, I saw a man and a woman waving at us near the forest.” Yan Qing rubbed his reddened nose. “Didn’t everyone from Yuanxian Village leave?”

Su Si shrugged nonchalantly. “You must have mistaken something.”

“…Maybe.”

“Shh, don’t talk about these strange and chaotic things.” Shi Jingzhi couldn’t sit still any longer. “Anyway, let’s descend the mountain first. I need to find something to store the elixir. It’s freezing cold that even the jade vials will crack.”

He took out a piece of emerald-colored elixir from his chest and carefully examined it—

Immediately, he let out a wail of despair.

The verdant liquid inside the jade turned murky and muddy, transforming the emerald into a lump of mud. Shi Jingzhi was furious, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

The illusion was shattered, and everything returned to normal.

Yin Ci sympathetically patted his master’s back, attempting to comfort him. But it wasn’t just his master who was as usual—

In the distance, a signal flare from the Ling Sect suddenly shot up, exploding into a crimson mist.

Shi Jingzhi wiped the blood from his mouth and said in a bitter voice, “…Yan Qing, your family has arrived.”

The people from the Ling Sect truly had sharp eyes. It seemed that Zheng Fengdao had made up his mind to use them as bedposts. And now, with the addition of Su Si, they could serve as all four corners of the bed.

Well, they could only run away.

Yin Ci picked up his master while Su Si held onto Yan Qing. The two who were better at qinggong rose on the snow, skillfully running for their lives—

At least the Jianchen Temple was a safe destination. Hopefully, Yan Budu had truly hidden a clue there, rather than using his inexplicable attachment to monks to deceive them.


The author has something to say:

Yan Budu, everyone has discovered your monk complex. What should we do about it?

…And upon careful consideration, it seems that cats are indeed less resistant to the cold than foxes (?


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Sendoff Ch41

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 41: Worldly Bonds

Yin Ci tidied up the remaining materials, made two vegetable egg pancakes for his master, and cooked a stir-fry. When he brought the food out, Yan Qing was eating steamed cake at high speed, looking like he was going to choke himself. Su Si was half-kneeling on the ground, while Shi Jingzhi had a serious expression, seemingly contemplating something.

Shi Jingzhi, with his naturally sinister face, looked quite intimidating when he turned serious.

“An assassin from the Chigou Sect?” Shi Jingzhi asked slowly.

“Yes. I promised San Zi to be frank about it. When you were entering the forbidden area, I intended to take him and escape.”

There were quite a few people who deliberately learned their techniques and concealed their identities, and Yin Ci wasn’t sure before. But now, looking at Su Si, he didn’t seem to be lying. Was he really a member of the Chigou Sect?

So naive.

The Chigou Sect’s ancestor shook his head and placed the food in front of Shi Jingzhi. Instantly, the serious expression on Shi Jingzhi’s face started to crumble, but he managed to hold it together.

“You betrayed the sect even before joining it. You have quite a temper. It’s still too early to talk about recruiting you. Let’s see how you perform first by escaping.” Shi Jingzhi waved his hand, not putting up too much of a facade. “A’Ci has returned, so let’s first talk about Yan Budu’s matter.”

Su Si raised an eyebrow. “As a defector, I don’t fall under the Chigou Sect’s ‘three killing principles’. The Chigou Sect will continuously hunt me down if you take me in. With that, you’re still ‘seeing how I perform’?”

“A’Si!”

“It’s alright, San Zi. Let’s be completely honest. I won’t take advantage of you, Sect Master.”

“Not that. Just be more mindful of your tone. Haa…”

Shi Jingzhi took a bite of the vegetable egg pancake and calmly turned his head. “It doesn’t matter. I offended Matron Wuxue in the Ghost Tomb. She wishes to send me to the 18th level of Hell. Even if she finds out that I took you in, she would have to dig out a 19th level first.”

Su Si had a complicated expression. Was this sect reliable? It felt like they could be annihilated by the Chigou Sect at any moment. As someone who had to hide from the Chigou Sect, was it wise for him to join now?

Shi Jingzhi seemed to see through his thoughts and continued in a low voice, “So, if we’re talking about who wants to avoid the Chigou Sect the most, it would undoubtedly be me. You just defected and ran away, but I’ve been trampling all over their Matriarch’s face.”

Su Si: “…”

No wonder Yan Qing’s expression was so subtle when he heard that he was being pursued by the Chigou Sect. The sect he wanted to join wasn’t the Kushan Sect, but a rat’s nest in the gutter.

Well, it actually seemed suitable.

Seeing the discussion veering off, Yin Ci picked up a bite of food and fed it to his master. Shi Jingzhi had a large appetite and was quite hungry. Now that he had delicious food, he ate it up in no time.

With Shi Jingzhi silent, both of them looked at Yin Ci again.

“The forbidden area destroyed my disguise treasure,” Yin Ci casually explained.

Seeing his uncovered faces, both Su Si and Yan Qing didn’t ask further questions. One leader was enough to attract attention, and his eldest disciple had the same demeanor, so it was better to keep them hidden.

However, the sight of the master and disciple sitting together with their faces fully exposed made people’s heads spin.

Yan Qing asked, “Sect Master, what should we do next?” As he spoke, he stared firmly at Lord Bai, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Shi Jingzhi replied, “Wait until nightfall. Then I’ll go to the residence of the Goddess. As for A’Ci…”

Yin Ci revealed only half of his identity, which made things much more convenient. “I’ll go with him and also take a look at the protection array. When I encounter the villagers, I’ll just pretend to be mute and let Shizun explain everything.”

Now there were two people who needed to pretend to be mysterious. Su Si even found some white cloth to wrap around their sundries, creating two “immortals” dressed in flowing white robes.

Under the cover of night, the two “immortals” held their heads high and walked towards the residence of the Goddess, looking quite authentic. To enhance the atmosphere, Shi Jingzhi constantly displayed flames, ensuring that the surroundings were filled with a radiant golden light.

Unfortunately, they were followed by Lord Bai, who swaggered along, instantly diminishing the immortality aura.

The villagers hesitated and pushed each other, none of them daring to step forward and ask questions. They could only choose Mian Jie as their representative to inquire first.

“Yin Deng, it’s much better now. Thank you for your divine intervention.” Her eyes were still red from crying. “I heard that Friend Yin met his end down there, and I…”

Fox Shi also put on a sorrowful expression. “We came here to rescue the divine spirit, and it was destined that we met that child. Rescuing Yin Deng was an insignificant matter. If A’Ci has awareness in the afterlife, he would also find solace.”

Yin Ci followed behind them, expressionless.

Mian Jie wiped her tears. “From now on, on this day each year, I will definitely offer incense to Yin Ci. Divine One, is the Goddess really a demon? I heard that ascending to immortality is fake. What’s the truth…”

Shi Jingzhi shook his head mysteriously. “Since you’re here, you can see it for yourself.”

The Goddess was gone, but her influence remained. The courtyard was in disarray due to Su Si and Yan Qing’s actions, and no one dared to tidy it up.

The night was cool, with flickering shadows and a somewhat eerie atmosphere in the spacious courtyard.

The Goddess had set up a powerful protective array near her bedroom. It was a formidable array that Su Si and Yan Qing couldn’t break. Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci exchanged a glance, and the two of them formed an unlikely alliance.

When Mian Jie wasn’t paying attention, Yin Ci pulled his master closer, and whispered, “My grandfather…”

“Your grandfather taught you how to break arrays, but breaking this array requires inner force, which you lack.” Shi Jingzhi cut to the chase. “Come on.”

Yin Ci nodded in satisfaction. The master and disciple each held the flag, and Yin Ci placed his hand on Shi Jingzhi’s back while his other hand lightly grasped Shi Jingzhi’s waist. After the battle in the forbidden area, their cooperation was almost perfect. Their footwork synchronized like a dance.

Golden flames twirled and scattered radiant light, piercing through the eye of the array. Chaotic wind blades dispersed, devoid of any blood color; only white clothes fluttering in the wind and black hair flowing like silk.

The night transformed into a bright scene like poetry, and nothing was more convincing proof of the existence of “immortals”.

The villagers remained silent, with Yan Qing and Su Si wearing blank expressions, one looking at the sky and the other at the ground. Su Si intentionally held Lord Bai tightly, pinching its mouth, fearing it would ruin the atmosphere with its high-spirited outbursts.

Lord Bai angrily stretched its neck, and its fleshy antennae stretched taut.

Before long, the array was broken. The master and disciple finally separated, and Lord Bai regained its freedom. It tightly clamped onto Su Si’s trousers, not letting go even after the four of them entered the Goddess’ bedroom.

The bedroom was filled with elegant incense, but upon closer sniffing, a faint scent of decay typical of an elderly person could still be detected. The room was tidy, adorned with numerous calligraphy and paintings that appeared ordinary at first glance.

The bedroom was quite spacious, with a shrine dedicated to the Imperial Celestial placed at one end. The wall behind the shrine was painted crimson red and adorned with intricate reliefs.

Shi Jingzhi sniffed around and repeatedly rubbed his palm against the wall’s surface. After a while, the wall made a light clicking sound and receded to both sides.

Mian Jie immediately took two steps back, nearly collapsing to the ground.

It was blood.

Behind the wall was emptiness, with several layers of wooden shelves inside, each crowded with glass bottles filled with blood. Without the wall obstructing the view, even an ordinary person could detect the faint smell of blood.

Each bottle was hung with a wooden plaque bearing the names of the villagers written neatly. Shi Jingzhi didn’t tremble this time; he furrowed his brow and picked out two empty bottles.

The wooden plaques already hanging on them read “Su Si” and “Shi Jingzhi”, and the bottles still had a lingering scent of blood, indicating they were recently emptied.

“The Goddess took your blood?” Shi Jingzhi inspected them and then put the empty bottles back.

Mian Jie looked at the hundreds of blood-filled bottles, her scalp tingling. “Y-Yes. During the village initiation ceremony, they take your blood, and you consume the celestial herb…”

“Is this the celestial herb?” Shi Jingzhi randomly selected a blood-filled bottle, pulled out the stopper, and handed it to Mian Jie.

Inside the bottle, besides blood, there were clusters of root-like substances immersed in the blood. It swelled slightly from being soaked in blood, emitting a strange, pungent-sweet smell.

Mian Jie nodded, and her face got paler, as if she was about to vomit at any moment.

“It’s the Twin Roots.” This time it was Su Si who spoke, elongating his face. He was no longer pretending to speak with a woman’s voice.

Yan Qing looked at him in confusion.

“It’s normal for San Zi not to recognize it. It’s something only members of the demonic sect would use—similar to the acacia beans. Both require blood as a catalyst. However, while the acacia beans are only used to observe someone’s condition, this root can kill.”

Su Si took a few steps forward, carefully examining the cluster of root-like substances.

“The Twin Roots divides into two. One cluster floats in the blood outside the body, while the other is consumed by the blood host. Once the blood is used as a catalyst, the two roots become connected, sharing the same fate.”

“If I were to poison this blood bottle and kill this cluster of roots, the blood host would also die from the poison. If I were to take this cluster of roots and burn them with fire, the blood host would also perish in flames. This thing is a curse that controls people, and it’s quite precious. Even in the demonic sect, it is only used to control top-level masters.”

Although mentally prepared for it to be different from “ascending into immortality”, Mian Jie was still stunned upon hearing these words.

Shi Jingzhi took over the conversation, trying to reassure everyone. “Don’t worry, this isn’t something related to immortals. There must be a way to break its power.”

Yan Qing was still pondering. “So, whether it’s the ‘death within three days’ or the so-called ‘three-day injury’, it’s all caused by the Goddess herself?”

“It’s probably that when the time comes, she mixes some demonic substance into the corresponding blood bottle. For example…” Su Si scanned the blood bottles nearby and retrieved a wooden box. “For example, this cluster of Threads of Worry or similar things? Do any of you recognize this? Threads of Worry don’t have a physical form, right?”

Inside the box writhed a cluster of emerald-green threads, attempting to climb onto Su Si’s hand, but he covered the box and stopped them.

“Regardless of what it is, take it with us. It’s better to keep them away from the blood bottles.” Shi Jingzhi made a decisive decision.

Su Si obediently picked up the box and put it in his pocket.

Shi Jingzhi lowered his gaze for a moment and quickly understood the situation. “Yan Qing’s guess is correct. The Goddess uses the twin roots to corrupt human bodies and create her idols from living flesh. But her need for live subjects is unpredictable, giving rise to the concept of the ‘three-day injury’. As long as she intentionally injures a few people, she can successfully obtain the materials without causing panic.”

As long as the villagers believed that “it’s the fault of the deceased themselves”, they could avoid it by living cautiously. Who would question anything else?

“The so-called ‘children and women who give birth can obtain the elixir’ are exempt from the three-day injury. It’s probably because children have less flesh, and women are needed to bear offspring, so she refrains from harming them with demonic substances… Mian Jie, you weren’t ‘doomed to die within three days’, but rather ‘the Goddess wanted you to die and used the three-day injury as a cover-up’. The sequence was wrong.”

Mian Jie was speechless.

“Judging by the age of the houses in the village, it seems that the population has remained relatively constant over time.” Shi Jingzhi looked at the rows of shelves, and his tone gradually became more complicated. “Uncle Liu and Auntie Liu would have died because Su Si and I have immortal potential and we are young enough to replace them.”

“But… the Goddess has only been here for a little over fifty years.” Mian Jie stuttered. “The concept of the three-day injury has always existed and has been passed down for hundreds of years!”

Shi Jingzhi put on that mysterious, unfathomable look again. “Yes, there is more than one demonic being here. That’s why the Imperial Celestial sent us…”

Yin Ci let the fox, who was pretending to be divine and babbling, search around on its own.

Joking aside, where was the elixir?

Even if the three-day injury was false, according to the Goddess’ words, the elixir that could cure all ailments did exist. Since there was an elixir, it might also possess extraordinary toxicity. On the path to self-destruction, Yin Ci was always enthusiastic and full of zeal.

Unfortunately, the Goddess was cunning. Demonic Lord Yin searched for a while but couldn’t find anything. After contemplating for a moment, his sinister hand reached out for Lord Bai. Taking advantage of everyone distracting Mian Jie, Yin Ci grabbed the big goose by the neck, lifting it up.

Since there was a convenient tool, why not use it?

Lord Bai let out a resentful honk. Trapped in Yin Ci’s grasp, its eyes filled with anger that was almost tangible.

If you refuse the toast, you’ll only drink a forfeit*. I have no other choice.” Yin Ci revealed a cold smile, trying to intimidate the goose in his hand. “The elixir is crucial to me. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll cook you as a side dish sooner or later.”

*(敬酒不吃吃罚酒) Idiom referring to submitting to pressure after first turning down a request.

The intimidating aura from three hundred years of experience wasn’t fake. Although Lord Bai was unwilling to yield, it could still bend. Yin Ci wondered what expression a goose could make and caught a glimpse of a taste of “this goose will seek revenge, no matter how long it takes” on its face.

After being released, Lord Bai reluctantly strolled to the bed of the Goddess and then sat down on the ground, looking at Yin Ci with hatred.

This goose demon naturally sought good fortune and avoided calamity. Although it couldn’t pinpoint the exact location, a general direction would suffice.

The mantle of the Goddess’ bed was adorned with a large amount of jade. Yin Ci focused his gaze and noticed something suspicious—the Goddess had wrapped emerald-green liquid in translucent jade, making fake jade ornaments, boldly hiding it right under everyone’s noses.

Yin Ci took off the fake jade and hesitated for a moment before taking a few more pieces.

His master didn’t want to stay here forever. By studying this elixir, perhaps they could find a glimmer of hope.

…Although it was because the golden fire missed this person. Having been accustomed to solitude for so long, Yin Ci wasn’t used to the state of always thinking about another person.

Well, one must be prepared to pay the price. It was just a fleeting moment.

This trip could be considered extremely successful, with substantial gains. However, Shi Jingzhi hadn’t been able to relax the entire time, his face filled with worry.

“A’Ci, everything went too smoothly.” Shi Jingzhi took the elixir and muttered to himself. “It went way too smoothly. There must be trouble ahead.”

Yin Ci: “……” Why is he becoming anxious too? If I had known, I would have left him outside.

Unfortunately, Shi Jingzhi’s premonition was correct.

Mian Jie stepped out of the Goddess’ bedroom first, and everything seemed normal. But the moment Shi Jingzhi stepped out of the room, a sudden change occurred.

A demonic wind erupted from under everyone’s feet. The calligraphy and paintings inside the room instantly fell and shattered. The windstorm rapidly expanded, and the air pressure made it almost impossible to breathe. Countless wind blades poured down, and spiritual qi surged from all directions. The four members of the Kushan Sect were firmly held in place, like sinking into a quagmire, unable to move a step.

The array appeared without any warning that even Yin Ci couldn’t detect it. It seemed to be connected to a large array outside the village, ancient and incredibly powerful.

‘Indeed,’ Yin Ci thought. They took away the elixir and those Threads of Worry. Moreover, they were outsiders, so no matter how one looked at it, they seemed to be up to no good.

This was a matter of silencing them.

Anyone who saw through the truth of the village couldn’t leave this room alive. The large and small arrays outside the Goddess’ house were just bait to confuse the enemy. Yin Ci had been wary of this move long ago. Before entering the house, he had carefully investigated the surroundings but failed to detect this excessively massive array.

This could only prove one thing: The one who set up the array was more powerful than him and more knowledgeable.

…Perhaps they have lived longer than him.

However, Yin Ci was prepared. He grabbed the fox who had an “I knew it” expression all over his face, and pinned him down. Then he crushed a piece of jade filled with the ‘presumed elixir’ and drank half of it, pouring the rest behind him.

Finally, he pressed down on Shi Jingzhi’s head and said, “Shizun, use yang fire!”

Among the people present, only Shi Jingzhi’s inner force was strong enough to resist the suppression of spiritual qi. However, the surrounding wind blades were too strong. If Shi Jingzhi broke free, the entrance would undoubtedly be wide open, and he would either suffer serious injuries or die on the spot.

His cheap master was too young and had a strong will to survive. In an instant, he was bound to make a wrong judgment.

Yin Ci had to keep an eye on him.

Shi Jingzhi had always been quick to react. He unleashed the yang fire to counter the spiritual qi of the wind blades. However, he had initially planned to escape together with Yin Ci but ended up being suppressed by Yin Ci instead, struggling instinctively.

Shi Jingzhi had abundant and powerful inner force. The wind blades were densely packed around them, making it difficult for Yin Ci to hit his acupoints, so Yin Ci bit down on Shi Jingzhi’s earlobe forcefully and said, “Behave, I just drank the elixir. It’s a waste if you don’t use it.”

His bite exerted some force, causing Shi Jingzhi to gasp. “You—”

“I’m fine. It really was the elixir in the jade.”

Yin Ci was already accustomed to the pain of separating from his loved ones. He supported himself with both hands and had a calm expression. With Shi Jingzhi protected beneath him, his bloody back, with its torn flesh, was out of sight.

“Shizun, just use the fire to drive away the wind. I will protect you.”

Yin Ci’s white clothes were soaked in blood, dripping down his shoulders and neck, only to be dispersed by the wind blades and splattered on Shi Jingzhi’s face. Shi Jingzhi stared fixedly at Yin Ci for a while, then raised his hand and wiped away the bloodstains on his own face.

Is human blood really this scorching?

The golden fire silently rose a bit higher.

Seven or eight steps away.

Yan Qing and Su Si walked behind them, not yet leaving the shrine. Yan Qing did something foolish—he tore down the shrine’s curtain while the wind blades were still contained. He quickly wrapped up all the blood bottles on the shelves and stuffed them into his arms.

Su Si cursed loudly.

He was much more cunning than Yan Qing. Seeing the situation wasn’t good, he immediately grabbed the Goddess’ “jade” mantle and covered both of them, like a blanket.

Su Si took all the Goddess’ stock of elixirs in one pot. The supply of elixirs here was quite abundant. However, the two young men lacked sufficient skills and were seriously wounded by the wind blades. They were both bathing in the rain of elixir while crying out in agony.

Fortunately, the two of them had some foundation in martial arts and couldn’t be considered weak. If it were ordinary civilians like Mian Jie, their bones would have been shattered by now.

As the only person who hadn’t suffered, Shi Jingzhi gathered his strength, and the golden flames of the yang fire engulfed half the sky. He forcefully collided with the wind blades using pure power.

Dark clouds pressed down, and earth and stones shattered. The golden flames created a whirlwind, turning everything into hellfire.

Shi Jingzhi couldn’t express his feelings.

A disciple sacrificing himself to protect his master was indeed one of the manifestations of “the bondage of fate”. In theory, he should feel satisfied or moved, but he was not happy at all.

It was said that the bondage of fate brings peace and contentment, yet his first taste left a bitter and astringent feeling in his mouth.

Even though Yin Ci acted as if everything was normal, Shi Jingzhi heard the sound of the wind blades cutting into flesh and smelled the scent of blood filling his nostrils. For a moment, he even felt a sense of confusion.

The world was vast, and he only sought a corner of it. The weak water* had three thousand paths, and he only desired a sip.

*Has different interpretations depending on the context. In terms of mythology, it refers to a mythical river or body of water that represents the boundary between the mortal realm and the afterlife. Metaphorically, it symbolizes the transience and impermanence of life, highlighting the fleeting nature of human existence.

This was the case for all living beings. He followed the path of the mundane, and his thoughts and desires were nothing extraordinary. For over twenty years, he had never doubted this—despite only seeking a glimmer of hope, even if he couldn’t obtain it, he still wanted to taste the various aspects of human life.

So where did he go wrong?

Was what he wanted still not little enough?

This was clearly what he desired, so why, when it was within his grasp, did he feel no satisfaction?

Shi Jingzhi felt a faint pain in his brain, as if something was struggling to break free. He groaned, curled his body, and focused all his consciousness on resisting the wind blades.

This wasn’t the time for wandering thoughts; Shi Jingzhi clenched his teeth.

The time of two incense sticks passed, and the wind blade finally dissipated. The Goddess’ residence had lost its roof, and the surroundings were in complete disarray. The onlooking villagers had disappeared without a trace.

Those two incense sticks seemed as long as two lifetimes. Not to mention Yan Qing, even Su Si had never experienced such hardship. The two young men were hugging each other in a bloody ball, looking quite miserable. Yin Ci let out a long sigh of relief and released Shi Jingzhi.

“That was a ruthless move. If it weren’t for Yan Qing’s quick reaction in protecting the blood bottles, the entire village would have turned to dust.” Yin Ci shook the unconscious young men.

“A’Ci.”

“Su Si also has some skills. He timely snatched the mantle of elixirs. Otherwise, it would have been just the two of us left in the Kushan Sect… Now, there are only a few elixirs left in Shizun’s hands. Shizun, please take good care of them.”

“A’Ci!”

“Hmm?”

“Although you’ve changed your appearance and kept many things from me, there is something I still want to say.”

Shi Jingzhi’s tone was exceptionally serious, even more so than in the Ghost Tomb.

“…Listen well. As your Master, I will never let you down.”


The author has something to say:

Composition of the Kushan Sect: One sect leader who opposes the Chigou Sect, a descendant of the Ling Sect’s Hierarch, a deserter from the Chigou Sect, and another descendant of the Chigou Sect’s Patriarch (on the surface).

Matron Wuxue: What kind of strange composition is this? Call the police.


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Criminal Psychology Ch236

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 236

Since it was an illusion, it was always short-lived.

Huang Ze coughed heavily on the other end of the phone; the sound was loud enough to drown out their conversation.

“In fact, I don’t know how all this you’re talking about is useful in locating Shen Lian.”

Huang Ze stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the municipal bureau, with a subordinate behind him who mentioned that even the higher-ranking officials wanted a briefing on the situation. In the background, the sound of opening and closing doors and hurried footsteps could be heard nearby. What was more, the number of reporter vehicles outside the municipal bureau was visibly increasing.

It felt like something big was about to happen.

The entire corridor fell silent, starting from the far end. Huang Ze knew that time was up, and in the end, he could only say curtly, “Alright, Lin Chen, you have twenty more minutes.”

……

Huang Ze hung up the phone decisively.

At the entrance of the dumpling restaurant, under the camphor tree, the box of dumplings in the hands of the teenager was nearly empty.

The abrupt sound of the hang-up made the teenager look up cautiously, and he asked, “A’Chen Gege, I don’t understand how we’re supposed to find Shen Lian. Is that my fault?”

Lin Chen had already sorted out his thoughts. “For Shen Lian, she has limited options during her escape. Since she has achieved her goal, the only possibility is that she’s in hiding. Tracking the whereabouts of an ordinary criminal might be difficult, but for Shen Lian, she would choose a place that makes her feel extremely safe.”

“Li Jingtian chose to hide in the embassy, which is quite safe, but what kind of place would make Shen Lian feel safe?” Wang Chao asked.

“When she’s with ‘her people’,” Lin Chen said. “Now, let’s look back at the cases we have. There’s one question that has yet to be answered: Why did Shen Lian drive the elderly people to madness?”

“Could it be related to the old man who died? That old man also had mental issues, right?” Wang Chao suddenly realized. “Lao Bian just mentioned that Shen Lian got excited when she heard about the old man’s time of death! But at the time of the incident, she didn’t speak up for the old man, didn’t tell the truth to the police afterwards, and only reported it after a month and a half. Why did someone so lacking in sympathy break down when she discovered the issue with the old man’s time of death?”

“Specifically, it’s not sympathy but empathy*,” Lin Chen corrected. “Empathy develops during childhood and is an emotional state that involves anticipating others’ suffering and wanting to help them. She had a hard time sensing the old man’s pain and helping him, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t sense her own pain. In fact, even the most cold-blooded violent criminals have a strong sense of empathy, but they only protect their own comrades and disregard the lives of others.”

*Clarity: Empathy is how much compassion and understanding we can give another, while sympathy is the feeling of pity for another. Empathy is our ability to understand how someone feels, while sympathy is our relief at not having the same problems. Empathy is understanding, while sympathy is sharing.

“What does this imply? Who are Shen Lian’s companions?”

Lin Chen paused.

The wind blew through the camphor trees along the road, casting swaying shadows on them, but there was no sound.

……

Huihe Nursing Home was also eerily quiet.

But this kind of silence, rather than being described as peaceful or serene, was better characterized as deathly stillness.

Like in the night, there was no one in the corridors of the nursing home during the day. The clean and bright tiles indicated good cleaning, but their pristine condition also meant that there was little foot traffic.

This wasn’t normal because anyone who had been to a nursing home knew that the elderly liked to sit in the shaded corridors and chat. However, this scene was completely absent here.

The stray dogs on the embankment were barking again; their barks rising and falling with the undulating terrain.

A lady who appeared to be a caregiver stood in front of a mirror, tidying her clothes. The water flowed steadily, and the lady’s damp fingers left water stains on her collar.

This was a standard double occupancy ward, and the room was extremely dim. The light in the bathroom was on.

Two elderly people still lay on the hospital beds. In the dim light, one could vaguely see their frail frames covered by white sheets. One hand was placed outside the sheets, while the other remained beneath.

On their chests, the thin blankets had clearly been carefully tucked in, and above that were the wrinkled necks resembling tree bark. Their lips dried into two lines, and their eyes, covered in a large amount of sclera, hollow and lifeless.

Yes, both elderly people on the hospital beds had their eyes open. They gazed at the ceiling, looking at some long-standing mold spots that grew along the ceiling cracks.

Footsteps echoed in the ward again as the caregiver walked to the window. She pulled back the curtains, allowing the bright sunlight to pour into the room. However, even this sudden brightness couldn’t make the two elderly people on the hospital beds blink.

The slight rise and fall of their chests indicated that the elderly people hadn’t passed away, but compared to a corpse, there wasn’t much difference.

At that moment, the caregiver turned around, pulled back the covers, and laid down.

……

Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant.

Wang Chao asked what could have caused Shen Lian to be unable to accept the old homeless man’s death being related to herself.

Lin Chen pondered over various possible causes, but the simplest and most likely reason was only one.

“For Shen Lian, she couldn’t accept becoming a murderer like the residents of Xiaolin Lane.”

Not only Wang Chao, but even Xing Conglian was stunned. Police officers in the distance mounted their motorcycles and sped away.

“This is just my speculation, and we’ll have to wait until we meet Shen Lian to understand the specifics.” Lin Chen steadied his breath and said calmly, “Normal people, when faced with extreme stimuli, employ various defense mechanisms or cognitive adjustments to alleviate psychological stress. But for Shen Lian, her psychological issues mean that she can’t alleviate the pressure like a normal person when confronted with these situations.”

“So?” Xing Conglian asked. He had stubble on his chin, a sharply defined face, and wise eyes that could easily see through people’s hearts.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze, suppressing the emotions in his heart, and said calmly, “In simple terms, Shen Lian initially believed that the old man accidentally died during a scuffle with the residents of Xiaolin Lane, and she didn’t feel any psychological stress because the old man’s death had nothing to do with her. But when she suddenly discovered that the old man hadn’t died that night, but gradually died from severe injuries in the cold rainy night, her knowledge of this fact without even glancing at the old man turned her into one of the murderers.”

Wang Chao nodded, and Lin Chen continued, “Normal people in similar situations might simply think it’s the responsibility of others present, deflecting blame and letting the matter pass. But Shen Lian couldn’t.”

Lin Chen said, “There are three types of aggressive psychological defense mechanisms: displacement1, projection2, and introjection3. If I’m not mistaken, Shen Lian’s subconscious mind chose the latter. Introjection refers to incorporating objects of love and hate symbolically into one’s own self. In Shen Lian’s case, she absorbed the mentally disturbed elderly person as part of herself.”

1Redirection of an impulse (usually aggression) onto a powerless substitute target. For example: You’re angry, and you kick the dog to vent your anger.
2Attributes unwanted thoughts, feelings, and motives onto another person. For example: You hate someone, but you feel that it’s wrong, so you tell yourself they also hate you, solving the issue.
3Sometimes called identification, involves taking into your own personality characteristics of someone else, because doing so solves some emotional difficulty. For example: A child left alone frequently may try to become “mom” in order to lessen their fears.

He made a joke, saying, “It’s like a part of the deceased’s soul entered her body.”

With a light sound, the food container in Wang Chao’s hand fell to the ground. “That’s too twisted!”

“Suddenly, Shen Lian changed, and is her remarkable academic performance also related to this?” Xing Conglian asked astutely.

“It’s just a speculation. After all, we don’t know the specifics of that particular elderly person. But you should know that sometimes schizophrenia is synonymous with geniuses.”

Wang Chao shuddered and realized something. “So elderly people with mental illnesses are her kind? What is she trying to do, turn all the grandpas and grandmas in the country into lunatics? And what does this have to do with Teacher Duan?”

Lin Chen lowered his eyes and patted Wang Chao’s head. “Look, I’m not a god. How could I know so much? So, since Teacher Duan helped us find Shen Lian, let’s find her and ask.”

“How do we find Shen Lian!” Wang Chao blurted out the question, feeling foolish. He turned around quickly, squatted in front of the flower bed, and opened his laptop to search for institutional information.

Lin Chen said, “Psychiatric rehabilitation centers, nursing homes, or shelters. Hongjing isn’t a metropolis, so there won’t be too many of these institutions in the vicinity. Excluding large institutions under the national civil affairs department, private centers will be even fewer…”

……

The scorching summer wind rolled over the lush green fields, over the large expanse of melon sheds, and rolled all the way to the city center along the embankment.

The overwhelming heat wave swept past the various tall and low buildings, rolling across the square in front of the Hongjing Police Station.

A Lincoln drove along the Municipal Government Street and slowly stopped at the entrance of the police station.

The reporters who arrived upon hearing the news gathered at the entrance of the police station like sharks smelling blood, occupying advantageous positions. They didn’t dare to go too far, but naturally, they didn’t want to give up their front-row spots.

Compared to the bustling reporters at the entrance, the atmosphere inside the actual conference room was solemn, and everyone was exhaling smoke.

At the head of the room sat the superior whom even Huang Ze bowed to.

The superior had a serious expression, and the room fell silent. Finally, he slammed the table. “You’re saying it’s a major incident, but so far no one can make sense of it?”

Perhaps due to the boss’ anger, the thick smoke in the air trembled.

At that moment, the door to the conference room was knocked.

Huang Ze abruptly looked towards the door.

……

Outside the Lao Bian Dumpling Restaurant.

Under the glaring sunlight, Wang Chao’s laptop reflected a blurry white light that was almost indiscernible.

Lin Chen sat quietly beside him, with a calm expression. Sweat stains appeared on his fair and delicate neck due to running around and sun exposure, like a layer of glaze on porcelain. He wasn’t looking at the screen, but more like thinking aimlessly about something.

“Don’t think too much,” Xing Conglian said to Lin Chen.

This sentence was somewhat cryptic, but for Lin Chen, it should be more straightforward.

Lin Chen gazed into the distance with no intention of concealing his thoughts. “I just find the human psyche fascinating. For someone like Shen Lian, a natural psychopath, it’s actually the remaining trace of kindness in her humanity that drove her to madness.” Lin Chen paused and added, “I wish I’m wrong.”

Xing Conglian was suddenly startled, looking at Lin Chen, but the latter didn’t meet his gaze.

Xing Conglian stood up, putting his hand in his pocket, and said, “Consultant Lin, come with me.”

Lin Chen looked up, and Xing Conglian took out his car keys, pointing in the direction of the Jeep parked under the shade of the roadside tree.

Lin Chen followed him to the car as instructed.

Xing Conglian habitually opened the driver’s side door but found Lin Chen standing behind him. He twirled the keys in his hand and turned around to look at Lin Chen.

“You want to talk to me alone, but I don’t feel like talking,” Lin Chen said to him.

Xing Conglian nodded, instantly understanding Lin Chen’s meaning. “Right, the driver’s seat is a bit cramped.”

He opened the back door and went in first, with Lin Chen following, stepping into the car.

Thanks to the new car tint, the interior of the car was extremely dim, and sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees illuminated a small section of the seats. Although it was midsummer, the coolness from the car’s air conditioning hadn’t dissipated completely, leaving a slight chill in the air.

Lin Chen placed his other foot in the car, and Xing Conglian held his wrist, half-jokingly saying, “Actually, the driver’s seat isn’t bad. You can sit on my lap.”

Before he finished speaking, the car door slammed shut.

Xing Conglian felt Lin Chen intertwine his fingers with his own, and in the next moment, Lin Chen followed his suggestion, spreading his legs and straddling him.

Xing Conglian felt his chest tighten. Lin Chen’s warm body pressed against him without any gaps, and Lin Chen’s willingness to comply sometimes scared him.

Without even looking down, he could imagine Lin Chen’s posture.

At this moment, Lin Chen was half-kneeling on the seat, with his canvas-shoed feet protruding from the cushion. The shoelaces hanging in the air were gently swaying.

A similar scene had appeared in Xing Conglian’s memory before. At that time, the air was filled with a tantalizing sensuality. But now, even though their relationship had progressed so far, it had become a matter-of-fact calmness.

However, he didn’t have time to ponder over what this calmness meant. After all, Lin Chen was leaning against his shoulder, his cool breath falling on his neck. Through the fabric of his shirt, Xing Conglian gently caressed Lin Chen’s sweaty back. He could clearly feel the contours of Lin Chen’s shoulder blades, the protrusion of his spine, and the supple skin covering them.

Lin Chen had made it clear earlier that he didn’t want to talk; he just wanted to sit quietly together.

In this serene process, Lin Chen’s breathing rhythm remained unchanged. But because the cabin was so quiet, they gradually became aware of each other’s heartbeats. As their breaths intertwined and the temperature rose, there was an indescribable ambiguity, but more importantly, perhaps because of the weight of Lin Chen on his legs or the strong beat of his heart, Xing Conglian felt a sense of complete trust.

A deeply precious and unrestricted emotion.

After a while, a short enough time for Xing Conglian to not fully savor this feeling, he heard Lin Chen say, “Xing Conglian…”

“Now you’re using my full name. This must be serious.” Xing Conglian kissed Lin Chen’s ear.

“I…”

Before Lin Chen could continue, Xing Conglian interrupted him, saying, “You’re not that fragile. You don’t need me to constantly monitor your mental state, and the moment I notice any signs of trouble, I have to stop you and have a conversation?”

“No, I am fragile, and I really need you.”


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Bu Tian Gang Ch150

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 150

Inside the tent, Long Shen sat cross-legged, facing He Yu and Yu Buhui. “I can hardly control the demonic qi inside me anymore.”

He Yu trembled slightly, unable to believe it. “Has it come to this?”

In his mind, no—in the minds of almost everyone, Long Shen was invincible. He never needed others to worry about him. He knew Long Shen’s true identity, knew that he possessed a semi-immortal body. He knew that in the Special Administration Bureau, even though Che Bai was older and had a great background, and everyone respectfully called him Director Che, when it came to a real fight, Long Shen might not necessarily be inferior. It was because this man was so powerful that he was always the solid and strong support for everyone in Team 2. They admired and loved Long Shen and were willing to give everything for him. However, intentionally or unintentionally, they forgot that Long Shen wasn’t actually a god. Even Zong Ling had fallen. How could Long Shen not have weaknesses or be injured?

Long Shen nodded, looking at He Yu and Yu Buhui with a worried expression.

“The demonic qi here is very dense. Perhaps you haven’t felt it much because you have protective qi, but I already had residual demonic qi inside me, and the two are mutually attracted, causing the demonic qi’s influence on me to be greater than at any other time or place.”

Yu Buhui: “What if we leave this place?”

Long Shen shook his head. “Zong Lao and Director Che sacrificed themselves. Now you have seen the seal they created. It’s impossible to completely suppress the demonic qi. Once the demonic qi breaks through the seal, whether I’m here or outside, what difference does it make? Besides me, there is no one who can replace the Phoenix that originally guarded the eye of the array. Even the method He Yu proposed is just a gamble.”

Yu Buhui couldn’t refute.

Long Shen said, “If we win the gamble, everything will be fine. But if we lose, Dong Zhi, you, the people outside, and many more will have to make sacrifices. I don’t want to see that happen. I want Dong Zhi to live well. I don’t want him to come here and accompany me in a reckless gamble. Artifacts have long lifespans, but they are not more precious than the short lives of mortals. Because I, myself, am a creation of mortals.”

“Boss…”

Long Shen looked at He Yu and said gently, “I would rather see you thinking of ways to slack off and play games, spreading boring information everywhere, than seeing you sacrifice yourself to block the demonic qi. Although you, Kan Chaosheng, and Zhong Yu are my subordinates, I have never treated you as underlings. Do you understand?”

He Yu, a sturdy man with a burly figure, was already in tears.

He used to think that crying was a behavior reserved for weak women, but now he felt that even if he howled and cried, he couldn’t vent the pain and powerlessness in his heart.

Long Shen continued, “Your abilities are already sufficient to stand on your own. It’s just that I thought you were too playful and never let you go out. This time the Special Administration Bureau suffered heavy losses, and Boss Wu will probably need a long rest. If I’m not here in the future, you will be the team leader of Team 2. The future of Kan Chaosheng and the others will depend on you.”

At this point, he suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

“I don’t know if it’s because of the influence of the demonic qi, but now I find that my selfishness is growing. I speak of guarding the mortal world, but in reality, the one I want to protect the most is only him.”

He Yu choked. “Boss, please don’t say that. I know that you want peace more than anyone else, otherwise, you wouldn’t have made this decision. I will take care of Xiao Dong Zhi, but sooner or later, he will know what you’re doing. If you want to protect him, you shouldn’t deceive him!”

Long Shen calmly replied, “I didn’t deceive him. After he reads my notes, he will naturally know the solution. This is something that only he can do.”

Yu Buhui didn’t cry like He Yu because he had been with Long Shen for a longer time and knew that Long Shen’s decision was final. Instead of being sentimental here, it was more practical to think about how he could help.

“Senior Brother, if you have made up your mind, then go ahead and do it. I will protect you, hoping you won’t forget that Dong Zhi is waiting for you.”

Long Shen smiled deeply. “Thank you, I will do my best.”

Outside, Sect Master Zhang had already sent someone to immediately retrieve the jade token, but round trips would still take a considerable amount of time. Surprisingly, Tibet was closer to this location. The Living Buddha made a decisive decision and personally went back to retrieve the treasure of the town temple, which was said to be a palm-sized golden pagoda enshrined with relics.

To replace the role of the array eye’s spiritual artifact, even temporarily, it couldn’t be done by an ordinary human body. Although Long Shen hadn’t revealed his true form just now, everyone present were well-known figures in the practitioner world and could understand the implications. No one pursued the matter further, and when they saw him coming out, Sect Master Zhang and Song Zhicun went to greet him.

“Boss Long, since you want to simulate the layout of a small Eight-Diagram Array, besides the array’s eye, you definitely need seven other stone tablets. It’s impossible to get them in such a short time. We are willing to take the place of the tablets with our bodies,” Sect Master Zhang said.

Song Zhicun added, “That’s right. We discussed it just now. Sect Master Zhang and I will each take one position. The leaders of Longhu, Maoshan, and Hezao have also expressed their willingness. That leaves two positions for the two Living Buddhas.”

No one would refuse or shrink back in the face of such a crisis. Even though there were often conflicts and disputes among the various sects, everyone knew that if the passage was completely opened, connecting the abyss of hell with the mortal world, it wouldn’t just be the end of the Dharma era; it would be a complete purgatory.

However, Long Shen said, “Others can do it, but not you.”

Song Zhicun was taken aback.

Long Shen: “Wu Bingtian is already injured, and both of us are here. If something happens to you, the Special Administration Bureau will be without a leader.”

Song Zhicun’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He didn’t know what to say.

He was worried about Long Shen’s life and the current situation, but from beginning to end, Long Shen only thought about the bigger picture.

“I’ll do it!”

Yu Buhui stepped forward.

“I’ll take Boss Song’s position!”

He Yu, with red eyes, turned to his master Xin and said, “Master, let me take your place too.”

Sect Master Xin pulled him aside and gave him a hard tap on the back of his head. “Do you think this is child’s play? Your cultivation level isn’t there yet. Stop talking nonsense. It’s not about making a concession like Kong Rong giving up a pear*. And don’t think you have nothing to do, just following me from behind. If I can’t hold on, indeed, you will have to step in!”

*This is an idiom from Chinese history and literature referring to a famous figure, Kong Rong, in the Three Kingdoms period in ancient China. The story goes when Kong Rong was a child, he and his siblings were offered a plate of pears, to which he gave his brothers the bigger pears while he took the smallest, displaying selflessness and generosity at a young age. Thus, the idiom symbolizes the act of giving up personal interest for benefits for the sake of others (and, in a sense, refers to prioritizing the greater good and showing humility and generosity).

He Yu rubbed his sore head and grumbled, “Can’t you be gentler?”

“Before coming out, I had already discussed it with your senior brother. If I can’t go back, the Hezao Sect will be carried on by him. However…” Sect Master Xin gave him a stern look and paused. “I hope you can go back.”

He Yu looked at his master, feeling the sadness of wanting to cry but not being able to for the first time.

“Don’t show that expression!” Sect Master Xin laughed and didn’t have the fear and worry of doing something that could potentially endanger his life. “A true man stands tall and upright, only seeking a clear conscience. Practitioners should be even more so. If I don’t act now, I will also develop inner demons*. Not to mention cultivation, I won’t even be able to live properly. Go and prepare. We still have some talismans to draw, and I want you to help.”

*In terms of cultivation setting, these are negative emotions of a practitioner and other mental barriers that hinder their cultivation. In some cases, they can even attack the practitioner from the inside, which could result in qi deviation (causing the practitioner to go mad).

He Yu lowly agreed, “I can help right now!”

Sect Master Xin frowned. “Before drawing the talismans, you need to bathe and change clothes while burning incense. Only with a sincere heart can the talismans be effective. In this critical moment, we don’t require you to do so much. Having clean hands and a pure heart is the most basic!”

He Yu glanced at his master’s hands and retorted, “Your hands aren’t much cleaner than mine!”

Before Sect Master Xin could hit him, he quickly jumped back and ran away in three strides.

……

What was placed in front of Dong Zhi was definitely not a children’s fairy tale book, but a notebook disguised as one.

Dong Zhi had seen this notebook before on the train and had even dared to flip through it. He Yu had called it a notebook filled with ghostly symbols, but now Dong Zhi knew that it wasn’t ghostly symbols inside but rather the Waste Text.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the cover deliberately had an aged appearance, like those nostalgic notebooks sold in stores.

The big yellow cat and the octopus were lying on the table, watching Dong Zhi and Cheng Hui study the notebook.

“This notebook was bought by He Yu to write down game strategies, but the boss confiscated it when he found out,” Kan Chaosheng wagged his tail and said.

Dong Zhi chuckled. He didn’t think Long Shen would be the type to enjoy such childlike styles.

No, it should be said that Long Shen wouldn’t intentionally choose a particular style. For him, as long as a notebook could be used to jot down things, it was enough.

“You guys can go about your business,” he said to Kan Chaosheng and Octopus Meika.

Kan Chaosheng was a bit worried. “Is everything okay with the boss on Kunlun Mountain? I heard that Zong Lao sacrificed herself?”

Dong Zhi reassured him, “Everything is fine. We still have Boss Song and the others. You have to trust my master’s abilities.”

Seeing that Kan Chaosheng’s power was still weak and wouldn’t be of any help in this matter, Dong Zhi didn’t want him to worry too much.

“Meika just arrived in China, and he doesn’t speak fluent Chinese yet. I don’t have time to take him to meet Senior Wuzhiqi, so I’ll trouble you to take care of him for now.”

“I’ve been taking care of him for the past few days!” Kan Chaosheng jumped off the table and had an expression that said, “Do you really need to speak so much for such a small matter?”

The octopus also jumped off and waved its tentacle politely at Dong Zhi, then left along with the white cat, following Kan Chaosheng.

After two seconds, a tentacle reappeared at the door and closed the door that had been left open.

Cheng Hui was stunned. “The octopus is so intelligent!”

Dong Zhi thought to himself that Cheng Hui would be even more amazed when he saw Meika speaking fluent English.

“Sorry for having you come right after getting off the plane without resting!” Dong Zhi apologized.

Cheng Hui waved his hand. “I’ve already heard from Martial Uncle. We can’t delay. Let’s start right away!”

Dong Zhi nodded.

Cheng Hui opened the notebook and began translating it word by word for Dong Zhi. Dong Zhi focused intently, listening and taking notes. After some time, he might be able to attempt interpreting it himself without having to burden Cheng Hui with reading the thick volume in its entirety. Long Shen’s handwriting was artistic, but the font size was small, and almost the entire book was filled. Only two or three pages remained. Dong Zhi knew that if he wanted to quickly find the solution related to the stone tablets, he would have to start from the back and slowly flip through.

[March 16th. I am preparing to go to Kunlun Mountain, hoping that there is still a chance to salvage the situation.]

Dong Zhi rarely heard Long Shen express “hope” or “anticipation” because saying those words already placed the hope of achieving something on someone else, and Long Shen never did that. If he wanted to do something, he would do it himself.

This might be the first time his thoughts were conveyed in written form. It indicated that he had realized the situation on Kunlun Mountain was far more challenging than anyone had imagined.

[March 11th. Otowa Yasuhiko died, and Ding Lan’s remnant soul was also brought back. However, the situation is still unresolved. Che Bai has already sacrificed himself. I remembered the conversation with Zong Ling before our trip to Japan. If it comes to that, this might be the only solution.]

A solution?

A huge question arose in Dong Zhi’s mind. He exchanged a glance with Cheng Hui, who then turned to the next page.

[March 1st. Zong Ling gave me the Four Symbols Star-Setting Lamp. For me, even though it contained the divine souls of the White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Azure Dragon, it was merely an unusable object. However, with the infusion of Zong Ling’s divine soul, the lamp came to life. But I told Zong Ling that Otowa Yasuhiko had the assistance of the ancient stone box, and his power was much stronger than that of an Archfiend or Heavenly Demon. The Four Symbols Star-Setting Lamp, at best, was only a complete “wick”, and it still needed a “spark” to ignite it fully.]

[Zong Ling knew I was right, but she was also helpless. After much contemplation, I finally came up with an effective solution.]

[The solution is for me to act as the “spark”, by absorbing demonic qi into my body and activating the Four Symbols Star-Setting Lamp, trapping Otowa within it. Then I can take the opportunity to eliminate him completely. Zong Ling strongly opposes this, but I have already made up my mind. I know this method may pose a risk, as the demonic qi that enters my body may lose control and even dominate my will, ultimately assimilating me into a demon. If it comes to that, my only retreat will be Dong Zhi.]

As Dong Zhi read up to this point, his heart pounded faster, and his breathing became rapid.

“Why am I his only retreat?”

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Cheng Hui’s nose as he continued reading.

[I once injected half of my divine soul into the Changshou Sword, which took away some of my power. I didn’t want Dong Zhi to think too much about it, so I didn’t tell him.]

[He is gradually becoming more compatible with the Changshou Sword, and one day he will reach the state of unity between man and sword, with our divine souls connected. At that time, the Changshou Sword will bestow upon him more power and vitality. Perhaps his lifespan will be longer than others, fulfilling his desire to accompany me for a longer time.]

[However, I know not everyone likes eternal life. At least, I don’t. In the past, I didn’t feel much about it, thinking that people come and go like the cycles of nature, but after knowing Dong Zhi, I gradually understood that it is frustrating to watch the people you care about grow old and die while you continue to live. Perhaps this is why I haven’t been able to break through my half-immortal state. In fact, I am no longer just a pure sword; I have humanity, but I had limited understanding before and never delved deep into it.]

[Although I want him to accompany me, I can’t impose this wish on him. I don’t know how humans love someone, but I think it should be what he wants. I will do my best to help him achieve it and will not force him into something he doesn’t want.]

[I haven’t mentioned this matter to Dong Zhi because I also worry that his feelings for me are too deep. If he hears that he can spend more time with me, he might agree without hesitation. But any decision made without careful consideration is not a true decision, and it’s not good for him.]

[Initially, I wanted to wait until everything settled down and find an opportunity to talk to him. I didn’t expect this setup to become my retreat. If I am assimilated into a demon, there will be no one in the world who can stop me. The Changshou Sword will be the only thing that can either eliminate me or save me.]

[I hope things haven’t reached that point yet because I want to spend more time with Dong Zhi.]

[Unfortunately, I met him too late.]

[Before this notebook, I wrote many others, but I burned them. I wrote these records isn’t because I have a poor memory, but because I wanted to leave some traces with my words. Words also have life. Even if they are burned, they once existed.]

[And now, I’m reluctant to destroy this particular notebook.]

Cheng Hui looked at Dong Zhi, tears welling up in his eyes, and softly asked, “Should I continue reading?”

Dong Zhi closed his eyes. “Cheng Hui, I already know how to help Master. Now I need to go to Kunlun immediately. I want to leave the front part of this notebook for the journey, but there may be some words inside that I will need your help in translating.”

Cheng Hui: “Let me accompany you!”

Dong Zhi shook his head. “It’s dangerous there right now. Your master and senior brother are already there. If they can’t resolve the situation, you going there won’t help. It’s safer for you to stay at headquarters.”

Cheng Hui nodded, not insisting. After all, he was well aware of his own abilities. In the past, he fell into a trap set by the Archfiend in Guangzhou, and it was up to his senior brother and Dong Zhi to save him.

“Please be careful. I’ll keep my phone on for twenty-four hours, so you can contact me anytime if you have any questions!”

Liu Qingbo and the others have already set off for Kunlun ahead of them. Besides Cheng Hui and Dong Zhi, the only one present was Liu Si.

Liu was a reliable companion. While he didn’t talk much, he always played a crucial role in critical moments.

As soon as he heard the words, he immediately stood up and said, “There may not be available seats on last-minute flights, and flights to Tibet are limited. I’ll contact Boss Wu and ask him to arrange a special plane. You go pack your things!”

Without waiting for Dong Zhi to thank him, he had already left.

……

Two hours later, Dong Zhi and Liu Si were already seated on the plane heading to Kunlun Mountain. Since it was a charter plane, it would land at the nearest military airport to where Long Shen and the others were located. From there, they would take a car to reach their destination. However, even so, it would take at least a day before they could arrive, not counting the time it would take to enter the Lengele Gorge.

Fastening his seatbelt and listening to the announcement of the imminent departure, Dong Zhi lowered his head and once again opened the two notebooks resting on his lap.

One was Long Shen’s notebook, and the other was the translation notes from Cheng Hui. However, even with these notes, he had to fill in the missing words and phrases, then connect them to read comprehensively. For someone like him who was new to the study of Waste Text, it would take a considerable amount of time. But Dong Zhi didn’t mind because he already knew the method Long Shen had mentioned. So this time, he chose to start from the beginning.

The beginning of this notebook recorded events that happened three weeks before Dong Zhi met Long Shen.

At that time, the Special Administration Bureau had just discovered abnormal activities of demonic creatures. Based on the clues provided by the Northeast Branch, they learned that a group of Japanese people had disappeared after entering the country, changing their names and identities. According to intelligence, these Japanese individuals had been seen near Changbai Mountain. So Long Shen, accompanied by He Yu and Kan Chaosheng, embarked on a train journey to Changchun.

[February 15, 2017. A large-scale Sneaky Yasha appeared on the train, resulting in one person missing and one person dead. This was a failure of Team 2 and my misjudgment. There was a passenger named Dong Zhi on the train, which was a rather coincidental name. He also emitted a faint demonic aura, raising suspicions of his possible connection to demons and needs to be verified.]

This was the first record in this notebook that was related to Dong Zhi, starting from the beginning.

Before this, there were only brief work records without much personal sentiment, which was in line with Long Shen’s usual character. Looking back now, even Dong Zhi himself felt that the timing of his appearance was indeed too coincidental, making it impossible not to suspect.

After he entered the world of cultivation, Dong Zhi learned that the Winter Solstice was the solar term marking the intersection of yin and yang. Scientifically, it was the shortest day in the Northern Hemisphere, indicating the decline of yang. From a perspective of cultivation, the first nine days were when the yang qi was blocked, and commercial travels weren’t auspicious. His own birthday was already inclined toward yin, and using the name Dong Zhi, which was based off of the Winter Solstice, at that time, made him a perfect target for the Archfiend on the train.

Now he naturally understood how dangerous his situation was at that time. If it weren’t for meeting He Yu and Long Shen, the grass over his grave would probably be three meters high by now. However, after that series of extraordinary experiences on the train, he didn’t have much fear. On the contrary, his curiosity took over, and he continued his journey to Changbai Mountain.

But who could have expected that his life would take a sharp turn?

Even looking back over a year ago, he had never regretted it. Dong Zhi sighed lightly and continued reading.

[February 23. It turned out that the true target of the Japanese was the stone tablet, not the bone dragon. The origin of the inscriptions on the stone tablet? Haven’t seen them before. Needs to be verified.]

Underneath this sentence, Long Shen drew the inscriptions on the stone tablet. He probably drew it based on his memory, and perhaps to prevent leakage, he only drew half of it.

When the bone dragon was annihilated, Dong Zhi was also present, but he didn’t witness the scene of the tablet shattering with his own eyes. It wasn’t until later, when he himself participated, that he saw the stone tablet that should have been guarded by Wuzhiqi. The inscriptions on it were indeed very similar to what Long Shen had drawn.

Subsequently, there were several consecutive entries related to official matters. Rather than a diary, it resembled a work-related memorandum. Written in Waste Text, hardly anyone could understand it. Cheng Hui mentioned that Long Shen used an ancient form of Waste Text, which was significantly different from the few texts of the dead that still circulated in modern times. Moreover, Dong Zhi could sense that there must be some kind of restriction placed on the notebook, perhaps self-destruction after a certain time, or even if it fell into the wrong hands, Long Shen would still be aware of it.

To compare and search for translations, Dong Zhi read slowly. He knew that Long Shen’s notebook wouldn’t be filled with mundane descriptions of personal emotions like an ordinary person would write. But he still didn’t want to miss any of the records because they were every footprint Long Shen left in the world.

In Long Shen’s mind at that time, investigating the Japanese’s purpose and the subsequent events related to the stone tablet were the most important things. Dong Zhi, as a passing traveler, naturally wouldn’t be worth the other party’s attention once it was verified that he had no connection to the demons.

Upon reaching this point, Dong Zhi couldn’t help but smile silently.

He was curious about how Long Shen would write about him in the subsequent entries.

Would Long Shen describe him as a mortal full of curiosity, lacking self-awareness, or a persistent and admirable apprentice?

Outside the window, layers of clouds undulated, radiating a colorful light. And he, following the path that person had once walked, was retracing his steps, step by step.


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Evil As Humans Ch193

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 193: Motive for Murder

“Is everything okay with Uncle?”

On the way to the Municipal Hospital, Ge Tingting asked anxiously.

At this moment, the members of Unit 9 were sitting in a van. Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo occupied the last row, while Lu Xiaohe and Ge Tingting sat in the middle row. Huang Jin, a loner, huddled in the front passenger seat, emitting a sense of hatred towards the whole world.

Since narrowly escaping the Other Side, Huang Jin immediately took a leave of absence and rested for a day. Ever since his “persistent affection for Ding Lizi” was made public to all colleagues, he wished to use all his vacation time to escape reality.

However, the progress of the case was too fast, and Huang Jin’s ostrich plan failed in just one day.

“My dad is fine. I’ve talked to him. Minister Li isn’t someone who would lie about these things. He said that Mom won’t have any problems in the short term, so she’ll be fine.”

After receiving the explanation from Shian, Lu Xiaohe managed to get some sleep and finally no longer wore a haggard expression.

“Our investigation of these unusual cases is equivalent to investigating the source of corruption indirectly.”

Ge Tingting nodded, seemingly half understanding.

“According to Shian’s current intelligence, there has been a surge in homicides recently, more or less influenced by those sources of corruption. Those small pendants are like sieves—whoever comes into contact with them, those who meet the conditions disappear, and those who don’t become ‘carriers of corruption’ and unconsciously spread the contamination.”

Yin Ren in the back row patiently added.

“Thanks, Yin Ge. I understand now.” As the van stopped at a red light, Ge Tingting couldn’t help but look out of the window.

The weather was nice today, and the streets were bustling with people. Vehicles on the road flickered with reflections, and the subway rumbled past. On children’s necks, students’ backpacks, adults’ keychains or handbags, and various small charms for blessings swayed and shook.

It should have been a lively scene, but it sent shivers down her spine.

How did Sunken Society manage to do it?

The strength of those small things’ aura was difficult for Shian to detect. Judging from the sudden increase in the crime rate in Haigu, their ability to corrupt shouldn’t be underestimated. Sunken Society had been repeatedly thwarted by Shian recently that Ge Tingting couldn’t understand how they enacted such a tightly knit plan.

Ge Tingting earnestly edited her questions in the input box. When it came time to send, her fingertip hesitated over the “send” button, but she didn’t press it.

…No, perhaps she knew the reason.

How to infect living people and trigger abilities—there was no doubt that Sunken Society had conducted many experiments in this regard. Her “little accomplice”, Feng Qi, was still in Shian and had to undergo a physical examination every week, fearing the dire consequences left by contact with an original source of corruption.

And how to spread corruption uniformly and cause a large number of personnel to lose control; this similar research was conducted by Sunken Society in Gengsheng Town. At that time, the residents of Gengsheng Town collectively went mad, showing that Sunken Society’s research was quite successful.

She quickly deleted her previous question and typed a completely new one in the input box voiced by the AI.

“Sunken Society has been preparing for so long just to increase the crime rate in Haigu? But even if they make Haigu panic, what benefits does Sunken Society get from it?”

After all the hard work and research, the final product was being used in such a way. Ge Tingting had a feeling that Sunken Society had spent three years sharpening a sword only to use it to cut grass.

“That’s what we need to find out.”

Yin Ren also watched the bustling crowd on the street, his tone relaxed.

Undoubtedly, Sunken Society was collaborating with the Primordial Elementals from the Other Side. He would remember to ask these questions before he started eating Mr. Le.

“Well, I have another question.”

Ge Tingting contemplated for a moment and honestly added another question.

“It’s not that cold today. Why did you put a scarf on the flesh puppet? Is there any significance to it?”

Yin Ren’s relaxed expression froze on his face.

The autumn chill had been growing stronger recently. Yin Ren was fine; he just added a black hoodie over his T-shirt, still maintaining that casual and carefree look reminiscent of a classic modern young person’s attire.

On the other hand, Zhong Chengshuo was dressed neatly in a high-necked white shirt and a light beige windbreaker. He even wore a long, light brown scarf, looking quite formal. His glasses covered his dim eyes, giving him a harmless and gentle appearance.

“…My flesh puppet is precious, and it’s necessary to keep it warm.” Lord Ghost King glanced at his lover along the way and casually blurted out.

“Is there such a thing?” Huang Jin, whose knowledge as a spirit smith was challenged, finally couldn’t hold back.

“My flesh puppet is special. Is that not allowed?” Yin Ren crossed his arms. “What are you looking at? The flesh puppet spells you use were improved by me.”

“And I really like this scarf,” Zhong Chengshuo added as he naturally placed his hand on the back of Yin Ren’s hand. “We picked this scarf together.”

Huang Jin scrutinized Zhong Chengshuo for a while with a complex gaze, then loudly clicked his tongue.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the van was about to shift from colleagues bickering to a sorrowful story, the van creaked to a stop near the hospital. Huang Jin was the first to jump out, almost colliding with a group of passing students.

The young boys and girls were wearing school uniforms and had childish faces but were not short in stature. They seemed to be returning from some activity, walking around in a scattered manner, running, and jumping around. Huang Jin was bumped by a few male students who passed by and almost stumbled on the roadside.

Yin Ren followed and got out of the van. He grimaced at Huang Jin and said, “Alright, let’s go. Hurry up and go meet your Ding Lizi. Maybe you can catch lunch together. You two can be alone…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a surge of hostility suddenly surged around them, and a spell came crashing down towards them.

The spell itself wasn’t powerful, and Yin Ren easily blocked it with a casual gesture, but then he furrowed his brows—the source of that spell turned out to be the wooden spirit weapon in Huang Jin’s hand.

“Huang Jin, what’s going on?” Lu Xiaohe was surprised.

With a thud, the wooden spirit weapon fell to the ground. It rolled back and forth on the stone bricks a few times, dropped onto the road, and in the next moment, it was crushed into pieces by a passing vehicle.

Huang Jin broke out in a cold sweat, his chest heaving uncontrollably. He seemed to have just woken up from a dream, instinctively looking at Yin Ren with a bewildered gaze. “I… “

“What happened to you?” Ge Tingting’s expression wasn’t pleasant either.

“I don’t know.” Huang Jin tremblingly put away the spirit weapon. “I just felt annoyed by Yin Ren and wanted to give him a beating to feel satisfied.”

“Oh, really? Tell us about it,” Yin Ren took a step closer, his expression blank.

“No, no, no, I didn’t actually want to hurt you! I wouldn’t be able to kill you even if you stood there and let me hit you!” Seeing Yin Ren’s serious expression, Huang Jin remembered his identity, and his scalp went numb.

“No, what you did just now isn’t like you. What were you thinking at that moment? Tell us in detail.”

Huang Jin was taken aback. He seemed to realize something, and his expression turned serious.

“Since it’s related to the case, then I’ll tell the truth.”

Huang Jin looked up at the sky, and his tone became determined.

“I was thinking just now, even if Zhong Chengshuo is gone, and even if you’ve created some kind of evil substitute, there’s no need to show affection in front of everyone. I’m being cautious with Ding Lizi on my side, but you’re acting so casual… Forget it, I can’t put it into words. It’s just that when you were talking, I suddenly found you displeasing and wanted to vent.”

“Hmm.” Yin Ren didn’t get angry; he responded earnestly, then turned his head to look at the group of middle school students running in the distance. The sunlight was just right, and the loose school uniforms were wrapped around the figures of the youths. It should have been a scene full of youthful vitality.

But he faintly felt a chilling trace.

……

“Zhang Hejun, thirteen years old, Grade 7, Class 3 of Haigu Junior High School. This girl has congenital heart disease and was my patient. She stayed in the hospital for a year.”

Outside the ward, Sun Qi’an drank a can of Red Bull and let out a heavy sigh.

“She was recovering quite well before. Her parents were discussing sending her back to school… But just a few months after returning, something like this happened. Her parents must be devastated.”

Inside the ward, Zhang Hejun was still sleeping. According to the police’s explanation, she was conscious for a while and managed to provide a description of the case. However, afterwards, she became extremely drowsy. At the moment, she was in a deep sleep, and the nurses didn’t allow anyone to visit her.

“How is Zhang Hejun’s condition?” Yin Ren looked at the tightly closed ward door.

“Not good. She was buried for quite a long time, and it was a close call to save her. Her physical condition wasn’t good to begin with, and the duration of cerebral hypoxia was too long. It’s a miracle that she woke up… As for any potential sequelae, it’s hard to say. But given her current condition, there must be some problem with her brain.”

Saying this, Sun Qi’an’s delicate face twisted slightly.

“Those kids are really crazy, doing something like this. There were no signs beforehand, and what happened far exceeded the level of campus violence. It doesn’t make sense at all.”

“…Yeah, and we can’t do anything about them. Among the kids who acted, the oldest is just twelve years old.”

Officer Sun, in plainclothes, brought a bag of drinks and approached the group.

“Dad!” Sun Qi’an’s furrowed brow relaxed, finally showing a hint of a smile. Officer Sun took out a can of hot juice and gently pressed it against Sun Qi’an’s cheek.

But when he turned to the members of Unit 9, his expression became serious again.

“I’ve given you all the basic information, and I’m sure you’ve read it. This case is sensational, but the motive is quite simple. This morning, I talked to the ‘perpetrators’ again, and their accounts match Zhang Hejun’s statement.”

Yin Ren nodded.

Before coming, Lu Xiaohe also organized the case materials. They were no longer rookies in Shian; each of them could recite the information by heart.

Zhang Hejun returned to school after a year of hospitalization, and her classmates were essentially one year younger than her. Coupled with Zhang Hejun’s introverted personality, she had trouble making close friends and seemed somewhat isolated.

However, according to the teachers, in the few months since school started, she had been keeping to herself and showed no signs of being bullied.

“According to the current reports, the problem is related to the popular show <Songs of a Thousand Seas>,” Lu Xiaohe continued the conversation with Officer Sun. “Are there no other motives?”

Officer Sun shook his head and let out a bitter smile. “Although it’s strange, there really isn’t. You guys are young. Has anyone watched that thing?”

All five members of Unit 9 shook their heads together. Zhong Chengshuo was about to nod, but then he remembered his identity and quickly stopped himself. Then, he looked at Yin Ren with a puzzled expression—this person seemed to have watched even <Tom and Jerry> with great interest, so he thought Lord Ghost King had already seen all the popular audiovisual works.

“I have some impression. It’s a 3D animation, right? It’s almost a thousand episodes, and the story is a bit childish, so I didn’t watch it. But I often see its promotional activities, and it seems to be quite popular recently.”

Yin Ren struggled to recall various major video streaming sites.

Officer Sun sighed and said, “Never mind, the work itself isn’t important. The situation is the same as stated in the report. Because Zhang Hejun hadn’t watched it and made a mistake in her words, those kids who took action believed that she insulted one of the characters in the show—that’s the only motive.”

Even though they were mentally prepared, the faces of the members of Unit 9 twisted in their own ways, except for Zhong Chengshuo.

Such a childish reason, yet it almost claimed a young girl’s life.

“Uncle Sun, this case should be closed. Why did you ask for Shian’s help?” Yin Ren scrolled through the report document on his phone. “Even if there’s some metaphysical object involved, once Shian confirms it, the process should be over.”

Officer Sun’s mouth twitched a few times. “That’s the problem. Follow me… Honey, do whatever you need to do. Dad has work to do.”

“Okay, I’ll stay here. If Zhang Hejun wakes up, I’ll contact you right away.”

Sun Qian finished the hot juice in one gulp and waved to the group.

Within five minutes, the group arrived in front of a certain ward in the specialized section of Shian.

Officer Sun sighed and knocked on the door twice. “I’m bringing people in—”

“Come in, come in!” A familiar and desperate voice came from inside the room.

Yin Ren raised an eyebrow and followed Officer Sun into the ward.

His steps were a bit heavy, and as soon as he entered the room, there were a series of rustling sounds. If it weren’t for Zhong Chengshuo’s quick reflexes, the door would have been buried by the nearly collapsing cardboard wall.

Countless moving boxes occupied most of the space, almost reaching the ceiling. They were tightly sealed, with long numbers written on them. On one side, a stack of half-open boxes was haphazardly piled against the wall, forming a jungle of cardboard boxes.

Within the gaps of this cardboard jungle, Liang Shan sat with a locked laptop, wearing a pained expression as he typed. Two Shian appraisers stood nearby with numb expressions, arranging various small trinkets into the boxes—

Acrylic keychains, ballpoint pens, erasers, pencil cases, notebooks… all the school supplies and toys one could think of were present. Yin Ren randomly grabbed a notepad and barely recognized the characters from <Songs of a Thousand Seas>. He rummaged through it for a moment, then grabbed a planner with acrylic accessories from another work.

Feeling the familiar aura from these objects, Yin Ren’s expression also turned numb. Yellow Millet hanging as a pendant on his phone shook in confusion but managed to hold back its puffing.

“What are these boxes?” Finally, the unlucky Huang Jin asked the fatal question.

“Corruption sources.”

Liang Shan, typing frantically on the keyboard, raised his head with an exhausted gaze.

“All of these boxes contain corruption found in the secondary schools of Haigu… They’re like damn cockroaches; no matter how many we confiscate, we can’t clean it up, and we can’t find the source.”

Seeing the spectacular scene resembling a wholesale market of corruption sources, Huang Jin instinctively took two steps back. If it weren’t for Ge Tingting intentionally blocking the doorway, he would probably have exited in a hurry.

The seemingly ordinary cardboard boxes now carried a horrifying shadow, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell. There were at least a thousand items in these boxes. Even though Shian had dealt with them before, Huang Jin’s neck hair still stood up in the subtle, oppressive atmosphere.

“All of them are corruption sources.” He looked at the half of the ward filled with boxes and muttered.

“I don’t know what’s corrupted or not, but there’s something wrong with those girls, so Xiao Liang suggested conducting a thorough carpet search… Here, these are just the results from this morning’s search.”

Officer Sun rubbed his face in anguish.

“There have been quite a few incidents in Haigu’s secondary schools recently, but only the cases involving loss of life came to my department. The school has been suppressing a lot, and the remaining cases are enough to drive my colleagues in the neighboring department crazy. Anyway, the reason I called you here is this situation.”

Yin Ren: “…”

He wanted to use a levitation spell as an opportunity to have more contact with the corruption and find any clues about Mr. Le.

The problem was that they were given too many!

……

At the same time, inside Zhang Hejun’s hospital room.

The little girl lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at the ceiling. Sun Qi’an was sitting on a chair by her side. “Hejun, how are you feeling?”

“…Sun Jie.” Zhang Hejun’s gaze shifted. It followed the IV tube down from the IV bag, stopping at the back of her hand where the needle was inserted. When she raised her eyes again, her eye sockets were a little red. “Sun Jie…”

“I’m here.” Sun Qi’an smiled and spoke softly.

Just as she finished speaking, Sun Qi’an’s pocket vibrated. Zhang Hejun was a bit surprised as she widened her eyes—she had heard that mobile phones were generally not allowed to be used in the ward.

However, Sun Qi’an nonchalantly took out her phone. She stood up, turned away from Zhang Hejun, and her voice became even softer and gentler. “Didn’t I tell you not to contact me using this phone casually?”

“The hospital has people from Shian, and I thought… Ahem, I thought it would be safer to choose another method. ‘Disgust’ died without clear reasons, and you know ‘Sorrow’s’ attitude… No matter how careful I am now, it’s not excessive.”

“…” Sun Qi’an remained silent for a long time. After a while, she sighed. “Alright, what do you want to say?”

“How is the preparation on your end? Who did Shian send over?”

The male voice on the other end of the phone asked earnestly and humbly.

“Everything is normal. Shian sent the newly promoted B-level Special Investigation Unit 9.”

“B-level…”

“Don’t underestimate Unit 9. They are somewhat involved in all the current plans. Like you said earlier, being cautious is not excessive… You have to cast a long line to catch a big fish.” Her voice became softer, even emitting a motherly warmth.

“I, ahem, I understand, I understand…”

“Don’t call again. This method is not as safe as you imagine. Be careful with everything.”

After saying that, Sun Qi’an hung up the phone. She then snapped her fingers at the indoor camera before turning back.

The two of them quietly locked eyes.

Zhang Hejun sat upright on the hospital bed, with a murky white color appearing deep in her pupils.

“It’s really worrying.” Sun Qi’an returned to her chair, assuming her previous posture.

“We’ll have to remind him again face-to-face next time.”

Zhang Hejun opened her mouth, responding in the exact same tone.

“…Hejun, how do you feel?” The next second, Sun Qi’an’s tone became cheerful. “Your classmates came to visit you earlier and left many flowers. We can put them in a vase.”

“Sister, there’s no need to comfort me.”

Zhang Hejun smiled weakly.

“We’re all unfamiliar with each other. It’s definitely just the teacher’s request.”

As her gaze swept over the phone in Sun Qi’an’s pocket, a flicker of vacancy passed through her eyes.


Kinky Thoughts:

Just a note: Secondary school in China usually comprises grades 7th–12th. Going by my experience in the US, our school system is generally divided into middle school/junior high school (6th–8th, or sometimes 9th) and high school (9th–12th).

So some things may get confusing based on your understanding of your country’s school system.


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