S.C.I Mystery vol 1 Chapter 42, The Killer Training Camp 14: Son of God

S.C.I Mystery《S.C.I.谜案集》 Mi An Ji
S.C.I Mystery vol 1 Chapter 42, The Killer Training Camp 14: Son of God

Zhan Yao rushed back to his own office in S.C.I. and began rummaging through boxes and boxes.


Bai Yutang and Bai Chi, who had followed along the way, looked at Zhan Yao in puzzlement when they saw him with a worried look on his face.

"Cat'er, what are you looking for?"

"Little Bai, do you remember the last time I bought a batch of old English newspapers?" Zhan Yao asked while looking for an edge.

Bai Yutang thought for a moment, "Is that what you came for?"

"Yeah... I remember it was around here." Zhan Yao was looking more and more anxious, "It can't be that I threw it, can it?"

"No! It's in the penultimate cabinet to the right of your filing cabinet." Bai Yutang said with great certainty.

"...?... Really?" Zhan Yao was somewhat skeptical.

"Absolutely!" Bai Yutang nodded and walked over to stop Zhan Yao who was about to pull open the cupboard door, "I'll do it, this act carries a certain amount of danger." Saying that he sidled out of the way and slammed the cabinet door, flash! --"Wow," and the yellowed newspaper gushed out like a "tidal wave...

"How did this happen?" Zhan Yao stared blankly at the mountain of newspapers.

Bai Yutang shrugged, "I knew then when you were dead-set in it that it would erupt and fall down one day!!!"

"Help me find it!" Zhan Yao rolled up his sleeves and rushed up to peel back that mountain of newspapers, "Help me find an article called 'The Son of God' that was in the paper about seven years ago."

"The son of God?" puzzled Bai Yutang, "The son of God? What? A novel?"

"No, it's a psychology piece." Zhan Yao fumbled quickly.

“Bai Chi! Come and help!" Bai Yutang was dizzy at the sight of the yellow newspaper with all the words, greeting Bai Chi who was nibbling on the bread.

Putting down the bread, Bai Chi wiped his hands on his pants and dashed into the pile of newspapers as well.

The three of them rummaged quickly, and Bai Yutang suddenly patted Zhan Yao.

Zhan Yao Yi Le rushed to look at him, "Found it?"

Bai Yutang shook his head and fingered Bai Chi, just to see that he was browsing through the newspaper at an inhuman pace.

Zhan Yao laughed and whispered, "With his intelligence, he can read at least ten thousand words a minute, and believe it or not, he can memorize everything he just swept a glance at."

"Really?" Bai Yutang's eyes widened, "Isn't that more powerful than a computer?"

Zhan Yao winked at him, "You the Bai Family are finally out of your minds."

"Hmmm~" Bai Yutang nodded approvingly before reacting, "Dead-Cat, you said I was on all fours?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You ~~"

"Ah!" Just as the two were about to start bickering again, Little Bai chipped in, "I got it!"

Zhan Yao and Bai Yutang looked at him at the same time.

Just then Bai Chi painstakingly crawled out of the newspaper that had surrounded himself, leaned up, and handed the newspaper in his hand to Zhan Yao, asking, "Brother, see if it's this."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Yao simultaneously huffed and puffed, out and out and out!!! The ears are out and the tail is starting to wag!!! --So cute...

Zhan Yao took a look at the newspaper, it was from 1976, in the third edition of the academic special edition, there was an article "The son of God", although only the size of dry tofu, Bai Chi still did not miss it.

"That's it.” Zhan Yao looked at Bai Chi in surprise.




Seeing the smile in Zhan Yao's eyes, Bai Chi narrowed his eyes in satisfaction as Zhan Yao reached out and ran a hand over his head, "Good boy- so competent."

Seeing Bai Chi's ears droop in delight at being complimented and his tail wagging even more cheerfully, Bai Yutang helplessly holds his forehead, is this child really the Bai Family person? It must be a genetic mutation!

Zhan Yao has been watching this story with concentration.

"Cat'er, what does this story have to do with the case?" Bai Yutang approached curiously, and Little Bai Chi leaned up.

"This is an early research article on Split Personalities, in which Split Personalities people are described as a species with special God-given abilities, a species that is above ordinary humans, thus giving them the title of sons of God. I was very impressed with this article because the author advocates that these 'sons of God' are the highest and ultimate weapon of mankind." Zhan Yao pointed to the text and said, "Look, it's written here, 'Whoever has the power to control these ultimate weapons will be the king of the future world.'"

"Wow," Bai Yutang laughed, "That's too logical for this case, could this author be a prophet?"

"Then again, Cat'er," Bai Yutang seemed to be thinking, "~~ you've read all these papers? And remember?"

Zhan Yao and Bai Chi simultaneously turned to look at him in puzzlement and asked, "What's the problem?"

... Bai Yutang laughed dryly and shook his head, "No... No problem." With a cough and a nonchalant face, he said, "Go on! Continue the case!"

Bai Chi pointed to the author's name below the title and said, "Who is this Vincent Brown guy?"

"Vincent Brown?" Zhan Yao mumbled the name over and over, "Vincent... Brown... Ah!"

"It's Professor Wilson's real name!" Zhan Yao exclaimed softly.

"What?" Bai Yutang was also taken aback, “Cat'er, no mistake, right? Didn't the old man say a Split Personality doesn't exist? He sounds like an absolute fan of Split Personality in this article."

Zhan Yao frowned tightly, "I can't figure it out either."

"Could it be, he believed it thirty years ago, and then he didn't?" Bai Chi asked, "It's as if I believed in Santa ten years ago and ten years later..."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Yao turned their heads to look at him, and Bai Chi dutifully shut up: "Just, just pretend I didn't say that."

Sitting down to the newspaper, Bai Yutang rubbed his chin and said, "Cat'er, something suddenly occurred to me."

"Oh?" Zhan Yao looked at him with great interest, "Such a coincidence, I can think of some too, you go first."

Bai Yutang nodded and said, "No, the cause of this case was the assassination of Professor Wilson by a sniper rifle, which, although thrilling, was a coincidence that he escaped. This time, at a dinner party hosted by himself, stabbed by his own wife, and so coincidentally he is not dead."

Zhan Yao and Bai Chi nodded.

"On the surface it looks like he's an absolute victim, but, when you think about it, it feels fishy." Bai Yutang concludes.

"Hmm." Zhan Yao nodded approvingly and stood up, taking a white piece of paper and a few pens from the table.

"Let's get all the character relationships, in this case, straightened out first." He picked up his pen, drew a circle on the white paper, and said, "First of all, the people in the case, you see, Qi Lei, Yang Feng, and Jon King."

"Qi Lei and Jon King crossed paths, it's the sniper gun." Zhan Yao drew the two men's circles as a cross with the word "rob" written in the middle.

"And these two, both of them, are related to Pang Yu!" Bai Yutang said, “Qi Lei learned the gun in his shooting club, and Jon King and he are friends again.”

"Exactly!" Zhan Yao continued, "That is to say, both of these cases are directed at Pang Yu."

“Qi Lei and Yang Feng are actually not related, but there is another link between them, and that is Jia Zhengyan!" The wise Little Bai Chi learned Zhan Yao's logic and analyzed downward, "...there is a cross between Jia Zhengyan and Jon, it's the drugs!"

"Very good!" Zhan Yao put out a hand to touch his head, "And so on, the case is a ring of buckling, complete crimes, and in the end, it must be a closed collection! That is, between Jia Zhengyan and Pang Yu, there must be one or more rings that connect them to each other."

"That is, the next person we need to find, is someone who is both related to Pang Yu and Jia Zhengyan! Or a network of relationships." Zhan Yao concludes, "The two men are so far apart in status and the nature of their work that there shouldn't be many such people."

"Don't forget!" Bai Yutang suddenly said, "This person, most likely Qi Yue has seen him!"

Zhan Yao and Bai Chi looked up at him in surprise at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yutang had a strange face, "Why else would they want to kill Qi Yue."

Zhan Yao asked dumbfoundedly, “Little Bai, did anyone ever say..." With that said, pause.

"Say what?" Bai Yutang wondered, could it be that he had made some kind of a fool of himself?

Suddenly reaching out and violently rubbing Bai Yutang's hair, Zhan Yao gritted his teeth and said, "You're sometimes dumb as a microbe and sometimes more genius than a genius!!!"

Bai Yutang topped his messy hair with a look of frustration, "Microbes? Cat'er ... It's you are putting me down again..."

In the shooting range of S City Guanglong Shooting Club.

A whistle came from the side as Ma Han finished shooting his last shot.

The shooting instructor clapped his hands and looked at the firing range, "My God, you can go to the Olympics! You are definitely not an amateur!"

Ma Han dropped his gun, glanced coldly at the coach, turned around, and left.

"Hey! Wait! Do you want to be a coach or not?" The shooting coach trailed behind and followed Ma Han into the locker room.

Taking advantage of Ma Han taking off his training clothes, the trainer picks up the conversation with him, "You're so cool, I haven't seen you say anything, seriously, are you a pro?"

"I'm a cop." Ma Han said coldly.




"..." The man clearly froze, "You... Oh! Must be a sniper!"

Ma Han sensed sensitively that from just now, it seemed like someone was watching him in the shadows, perhaps hiding in a corner, perhaps through a camera... Only, he was a sniper with years of real-world experience, and when it came to sensitivity, there was no one in the entire police station other than Bai Yutang who could compare to him.

The success or failure may be in one fell swoop... Ma Han made up his mind, so many days without showing the mountain, today will be crazy to show you.

That coach just wanted to say something, but suddenly felt the wrong atmosphere around him and looked up at Ma Han. With only one glance, he was so shocked that he almost sat down on the ground.

At this moment, Ma Han's eyes were wide open, and it seemed that even his pupils were dilated, with green veins popping up on his forehead and his nose faintly flapping. Unlike the usual cold expression, at the moment, a somewhat eerie smile was hanging over his mouth. Just looking down at him as if he were another person.

Ma Han slowly crouched down and reached out to gently grip the trainer's neck, staring at the bloodline at the nape of his neck, as if he would open his fang-laden mouth at any moment and bite down.

"You... What are you...?” The coach's voice was a little shaky.

Ma Han seemed to have heard the shadowy peeper's breath, which was becoming more and more intense - the point was the act that was going to happen next.

Fingers clenched together with great force.

The coach reached out desperately and slapped Ma Han's hand, but it felt like an ant to shake a tree, and Ma Han grinned grimly, bordering on bloodthirsty.

"No... Help... Help...help...help...help...help..." the instructor shouted through a hoarse throat.

Instantly, Ma Han appeared to have been stabbed with a pin and snapped.

Somewhat trancey, he let go of him hand and looked at the coach who had struggled so hard to break free.

The coach covered the neck where the bruised handprints appeared and ran away with a startled and strange scream.

Ma Han just knelt in place, staring at his hands, which were still trembling faintly, as he something pounded his head in pain, letting out a dull sound, and then, like madness, pounded the metal dressing box beside him, over and over again, with a low roar in his throat as if it were a young beast, in pain, with endless despair.

He was rehearsing every point Zhan Yao had instructed him to make, with a look that was as spot-on as possible... Finally, the dressing box was already drenched in blood, before Ma Han looked at h hands blankly, stood up trembling, and fled...

Ma Han hadn't been gone long when a man paced into the dressing room, having already admired him well in front of the monitor just now, feeling quite satisfied. Walking over to the bloodied dressing box and touching the still somewhat sticky blood with his fingers... Another excellent one - the Son of the Devil.

Back at home, sitting down at the computer, Ma Han only then snapped back to his senses, feeling exhausted beyond words.

"Brother, you're back?" The sister walked in, "... Brother! What happened to your hand?" Ma Xin exclaimed, "Mother~~ Mother~~..."

"Shhh~~" Ma Han hastily pulled his sister in and closed the door, "We can't let Mother know, she'll be cross to death!"

"Your hands are bleeding!" Ma Xin exasperatedly rummaged through the medicine chest from the cupboard to treat Ma Han's wounds.

"How was school?" Seeing his sister's displeased face, Ma Han smiled and asked, "The future Grand Doctor!"

"I am only in my freshman year!!! Sleuth!"

Carefully wrapping Ma Han up, Ma Xin said, "Mother cooked the red bean soup that someone likes to drink, but someone like this definitely doesn't dare to go out."

Ma Han looked at her trapped hand that could be compared to a mummy's and bitterly grimaced, "Xin Xin, you're exaggerating too much, right?"

"I'll go and serve it to you ~~ for your pity's sake." Ma Xin smiled and walked out of the room, then brought in a bowl full of red bean soup.

Ma Han's bad day came to an end when the sweet and tasty red bean soup was served. He suddenly thought of Qi Yue, who seemed to be about the same age as Ma Xin... I wonder what Qi Lei was feeling when he died. If it was him who died, Ma Xin would probably collapse...

"Heh..." looking down at the thick bandages on his hands, "Killer training camp? Damn it..."

The screen flickered...

Ma Han looked at the computer in some disbelief, and it showed that an email had arrived... The hand that reached out to grab the mouse trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The email was opened with great effort, and the words that came to mind were simply, "Obey the demons of your heart and use your gun to sweep away the waste that should not exist."

It's signed "Killer Training Camp.

Ma Han froze for three seconds and popped up, "The phone... The phone..."

Bai Yutang sat on the couch fidgeting as the sound of water clattering in the bathroom came, remembering the large droplets of water that fell on Zhan Yao's body... Slowly descending along the pale skin...

Shaking his head vigorously, unable to think of it... The nosebleed was coming out.



Bai Yutang almost jumped up and pressed the answer button in a hurry: "Hello, Ma Han?"

"Captain! Here it came!"

"What?" Bai Yutang thought Ma Han's voice was a little shaky... Or his own voice was also a little shaky.

"Kill... Killer training camp is coming in the mail, quick, get Dr. Zhan, answer the mail..." Ma Han was a little excited.

"Ah... Oh, good!" Bai Yutang took the phone and rushed to the bathroom, reaching out and pulling open the bathroom door.

“Cat’er! Cat, phone! Electricity..."

Zhan Yao stood under the shower with his whole body in the dense water mist, water droplets rolling down his body and his hair behind his ears, revealing his beautiful forehead.

Bai Yutang's head was in turmoil, just felt this Cat'er, so white skin, so slim, waist so thin, legs so long, joints so small and delicate... And under the long eyelashes with water droplets, big eyes, round... Little ass...

Day～～～

Bai Yutang only felt his nose itch and his mind was hot.




Ma Han on the other end of the line waited for half a day without an answer, and was bewildered when he heard a loud shout: "Ahhh! Get out of here!!!"

...

Two minutes later.

Zhan Yao, wetly wrapped in a bathrobe, exasperatedly stood in front of the computer and pressed the hands-free button on the phone, "Ma Han, forward the email to me."

"Okay." Ma Han quickly forwarded the email to Zhan Yao.

Clicking open the mail, Zhan Yao swept his mind and said Ma Han well done, "You don't have to answer your mail now!"

"Don't I have to go back?" Ma Han asked.

Zhan Yao tapped the keyboard quickly and sent him three letters, “Ma Han, you watch, I sent you three letters marked with serial numbers, you may not be able to sleep tonight."

"No problem! How do I get back?"

"He will send you that email many times, and by the second time he sends you an email you reply to the first one I gave you. When he sends the fifth one, you reply to the second one. Then you can go to bed, and when it is five or six in the morning tomorrow, whether he sends you an email or not, you will send him the third one."

"Okay..." Ma Han and Zhan Yao talked some more, and Bai Yutang stood back, not listening to a word at all. His mind was now filled with the sight he had just seen, the thin robe that Zhan Yao was wrapped in front of him, but it couldn't block Bai Yutang's imagination, not to mention the neck, slender calves, and □'s feet that were exposed outside the robe. In a hurry, he didn't even have slippers on, and his white, tender feet, trimmed toes... Cute... Sexy...

The hand reached out unconsciously.

Hanging up the phone, Zhan Yao was somewhat excited, and it appeared that Ma Han's operation had been mostly successful, at least establishing that the shooting club had a direct connection to Killer Training Camp.

A slight tightening of the waist, when she reacted, she was already being held from behind by Bai Yutang, warm breath coming from his ear...

"Stop it, tell us about the case... Ah!" Zhan Yao let out a short cry of surprise, bit his lower lip and turned to glare at Bai Yutang, "You... Hmm..."

Bai Yutang slipped one hand into Zhan Yao's robe and gently rubbed the delicate bulge on his chest, drawing a shudder from Zhan Yao...

He kissed the lips that wanted to protest, and with his other hand, he slid down the waistline, found the gap between the two lapels of the robe, and traced it in, caressing the smooth and slender legs, gradually upwards and inwards...

“Yeah..." Zhan Yao, who was dazed by the kiss, felt Bai Yutang's hand touching that sensitive area...

"Wait... Wait... Yutang..."

Zhan Yao struggled to stay awake, reaching out to push back against Bai Yutang's restless teasing, and the man suddenly contained his ear.

"Mmm, ~~" Zhan Yao panicked, felt the Bai Yutang behind him and close to him, seemed to be up, something changed, the searing heat on his waist, gradually hardened up, slightly rubbed...

"Ah..." Zhan Yao turned around with a red face and shoved Bai Yutang hard, taking advantage of the opportunity to take a step backward, dashed into the bedroom with his head down, and closed the door hard.

Bai Yutang looked at the closed door and let out a long sigh, sat down somewhat helplessly on the floor, and finally lay down on the floor with his arms wide open in large letters.

My body was so hot that I finally understood what it meant to burn myself. I feel my forehead with a bit of decadence, the greasy feeling on my hands is still there... Cat'er! Cat'er, you're killing me... What do you want me to do with you, you stupid cat?

Night.

In the bedroom, the kitten curled up in a comforter and dressed as an ostrich.

In the bathroom, White Mouse took a cold shower and learns werewolf singing...




~ S.C.I Mystery Volume 1: The Killer Training Camp ~



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