S.C.I. MYSTERY CASES BOOK 1 English Translation

Chapter 18: The Numbers Killer - Chaos

When Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang finally reached the airport, it is already one in the morning. The whole arrival hall is completely empty, the two of them walks a few rounds around the hall but couldn't find Bai Jintang at all.

"Where is he?" Bai Yutang looks around.

"Maybe he left already?" Zhan Zhao asks.

"Unlikely. He always waits for me to arrive."

"Were you ever late for 12 hours?"

"... That has not happened yet..." Bai Yutang scratches his head, "The longest record was 8 hours."

"Then where would he go?" Zhan Zhao checks his watch, "I don't recall him having property here."

Bai Yutang shrugs, "He only comes back to the country once or twice a year. He usually stays in my apartment."

"Then maybe he went to your apartment?"

"That is worse, he has no sense of direction whatsoever."

"Call him?"

"He doesn't carry a cellphone... Usually his men carry it..."

"His men? I have never seen him having people with him?"

"He doesn't bring his men when he's back in the country."

Zhan Zhao says tiredly, "Then let's just call the police..."

"I think... I am the police..."

...

Just as the two are out of ideas on what to do, Bai Yutang's cellphone makes a 'Meow~' sound - - a message?

Bai Yutang fetches his phone out, Zhan Zhao leans in for a look as well. The message is from Wang Chao, it says: ">_< |||||||| On fire..."

Bai Yutang looks up at Zhan Zhao, "What does it mean?"

Zhan Zhao is confused as well, he shakes his head.

'Meow~' Another message.

This time it's from Jiang Ping: "╥﹏╥... return soon!!"

The two of them exchanges a look... It feels ominous...

On the 17th level of the police bureau, inside the medical examiner office.

The polished scalpel lands with a flash of silver light, cutting bones, veins, muscles, fats into cubes.

Picking up the bloody cube-shaped parts and dropping them into a thick white solution.

Lighting up the Alcohol Burner, setting up the heating vessel and pouring in yellow flammable liquid.

Retrieving the sticky body parts and placing them in the boiling liquid. With a sizzling noise, smoke rises.

Moments later, scooping out the now golden body parts and stir frying them in a red viscous fluid... Adding some spring onion. Finally placing the end product in a beaker.

Gongsun is holding an autopsy report,leaning against the dissection table and eating a piece of sweet & sour spare ribs using a pair of tweezers.

Everyone who has been standing by the door runs to the washroom with their hands covering their mouth.

Bai Jintang alone continues to stand by the door well-manneredly, Gongsun looks up at him and taps the beaker with his tweezers, "Do you want some?"

Taking a deep breath, Bai Jintang says coolly in a dark expression, "I don't like sweet stuff."

"I can also make mapo tofu (1), you want some?"

...Bai Jintang shakes his head calmly...

"Eww" Those who are just returning from the washroom hears this sentence...and turns back to the washroom.