His novel is the continuation of SCI Mystery Files Book 1. If you haven't read that go and check. SCI Mystery Files Book 1

As always this book is not written or translated by me all credits goes to the original writer and translator......

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After it snowed for a few days after Christmas, the temperature suddenly picked up a bit as the sun began to rise. People on the streets took off their thick winter clothes and put on relatively light spring clothes.

On the second Sunday after Christmas, the weather was unusually sunny.

A man was standing in front of the staircase of the S City Museum. With a brick-red turtleneck sweater, black jeans, slim and tall body, fair complexion and a look that was twice as good as any average boy, he stood out in the crowd.

However, the men and women who passed by him had a look of regret in their eyes along with some amazement. It's because he was wearing a silver ring on his left middle finger. He had two tickets for the exhibition in his hand, and his eyes were staring into the distance - seemingly waiting for someone.

Pedestrians passing by wondered who would keep such a person waiting with such an anxious face.

But then, if you get closer to him, you will hear this beautiful and exceptional person grinding his teeth fiercely and muttering, "Stinky mouse, 2 minutes 37 seconds late38 secondsdead mouse! 40 seconds!"

As he reached the 45th second, he saw a gorgeous white and silver Spyker C8 sports car in the distance speeding towards him. After a sharp braking sound, the car hurled into a parking space, and the exhaust gas made an arc that caught up with an aeroplane jet.

The car door opened in a flash. The man in the driver's seat unbuckled his seatbelt and sprang driver's seat unbuckled his seatbelt and sprang from the car. He slammed the door and locked the car in one swift movement, then darted towards the steps of the museum.

A short white leather jacket, white jeans, slightly long hair fluttering gently with his movements, and sharp features~~a handsome and sunny appearance. However, as he ran, he kept muttering, "Oh, my God, I can't believe this cat isn't late today..."

With the speed of a hundred metre sprint, he ran to the bottom of the steps. He bent down and propped himself up on his knees and panted out loud, "Cat~~Cat..."

That's right! These two are none other than Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang.

That being said, ever since the case of the 'Magic Murderer' had ended, Zhan Zhao had been paying special attention to mysterious cultures involving curses and the like. The day before yesterday, Xiao Bai Chi gave him two tickets, saying that there was an exhibition of private collections at the City Museum on Sunday. The exhibition was all about ancient indigenous cultures, and one of the photographers who participated was a friend of Zhao Zhen and therefore he got a lot of tickets.

So, Zhan Zhao made an appointment with Bai Yutang that, after his class this morning, he would meet him at the entrance of the museum at 10:30 sharp.

"Three minutes!" Zhan Zhao protested~~ Bai Yutang apologised repeatedly. "I was held back by Bao Sir at the bureau just before I left the door. Sorry Cat!"

In fact, three minutes is the highest record of Bai Yutang being late for a date with Zhan Zhao. The previous record was 2 minutes and 17 seconds, three years ago. It was because most of the time, Bai Yutang is the one who waits for Zhan Zhao, and if the cat doesn't show up for more than an hour, he will just drive to pick him up.

In the language of the twins Cats are not to be spoiled. If you spoil them, they will climb on your head and flaunt their power!!!

Since Christmas, Bai Yutang's level of spoiling this cat has gone up another notch. Therefore, someone who was already spoiled has become even more unrestrained.

The two of them entered the museum along with the crowd.

"Cat, what's there to see here?" Bai Yutang surveyed the picture on the ticket, "African primitive tribes... Southeast Asian indigenous people..."

"This ticket is hard to get." Zhan Zhao looked at him with an expression of 'you're too ignorant' written all over his face, "They are all extremely valuable private collections."

"Would someone spend this lot of money to get these pieces of rotten wood to store in their home?" Bai Yutang handed the ticket to the ticket inspector at the entrance. Because his voice was slightly louder, it drew sideways glances from the people around him.

Zhan Zhao reached out to pinch him.

At this moment, they heard someone speaking from the other ticket gate, "You're staring at dead people every day, haven't you seen enough?"

The voice sounded familiar. The two turned their faces to see that it was Bai Jintang and Gongsun that had walked in from the other doorway. Of course, it was Bai Jintang who had just spoken, attracting the same disdain from those around them.

"Brother? Gongsun?" Bai Yutang greeted the two, rather surprised, "Why are you two here too?"

Bai Jintang shrugged his shoulders and pouted at Gongsun, who was beside him.

Gongsun glared at the two brothers, pointing to a strange box printed on the ticket and said, "Do you know about the 'box corpse'? It is the most mysterious funeral ritual in human history!"

Zhan Zhao nodded, intrigued, "Yeah, I've heard of it too. It is a funeral custom of the 'Tu Xi' tribe, the indigenous people of Southeast Asia. They stack up their dead and put them into a box, which is less than half their size. "

"Hmm." Gongsun nodded, "And they also coat the corpse with a special medicine so that when it's buried for a year and then taken out, the corpse stays perfectly square and unusually hard. The nobles of the 'Tu Xi' tribe use these box corpses to make furniture."

Bai Yutang and Bai Jintang followed behind them. Listening to the two refined people in front of them discussing corpses and furniture with great interest, they shook their heads helplessly.

When they walked into the exhibition hall, they saw a square "corpse" in the centre cabinet. Its joints were misaligned, its limbs and even its head were severely twisted. The expression on its face was extremely distorted and painful.

Bai Yutang stared at it for half a day before suddenly asking Gongsun, "Was the person alive or dead before being placed in the box?"

"He was alive." A voice behind him answered him.

The crowd turned around and saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes standing behind them. Listening to his fluent Chinese, it was really hard to picture him as a foreigner.

Suddenly, he took a few steps up to Zhan Zhao and took a closer look: "Can you let me take a picture, your eyes are simply a work of art."

Bai Jintang then heard Bai Yutang's knuckles cracking next to him and was about to make fun of him another time, when unexpectedly the foreigner came up to Gongsun: "What a standard oriental beauty! Can you take off your glasses and let me have a look..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was thrown off with his collar by Bai Jintang.

He rubbed his neck and got up from the ground to protest when he heard someone stop him, "Morris, they are the friends I told you about."

The person who spoke was none other than Zhao

Zhen.

"Where's Bai Chi?" Zhan Zhao looked behind Zhao Zhen. He hadn't fully recovered from his hand injury, therefore, Bai Chi had been asked to stay with him to 'look after' him.

"He said he was scared and didn't dare to come." Zhao Zhen said a little helplessly.

"Oh, a friend of Zhen." The anger on Morris's face narrowed and was replaced with a smile, "Welcome, welcome." He then approached the crowd and said, "This is just a fake. The real one is inside. There is an auction today, and it will be sold."

Bai Jintang frowned, "Who would want this thing?" After saying that, he turned his face to look at Gongsun and saw the other's eyes shining and sparkling as if he was saying, 'I want it so badly~~'

He immediately turned his head and asked Morris, "How much is it?"

Morris was slightly stunned, "Uh... something around three million..."

"Cheque or cash?" Bai Jintang asked again. After that, he called and instructed the twins to bring money over to buy the corpse

"Ahem~~" behind him, Bai Yutang almost choked on his saliva.

Gongsun pulled Bai Jintang and asked, "What are you buying it for?"

Bai Jintang said in a slightly doting manner, "I'll take it back for you to decorate the forensic room~~"

Zhan Zhao made a "ye!" gesture to Bai Yutang and whispered, "You can take it back to scare Zhao

Hu!" (Turtle: ye is in English in the raws.)

Everyone, with Morris leading the way, walked up to the 'Special Display Room' in the inner part of the museum.

Two security guard-like figures stood at the door.

Morris smiled at them, "Where's Boss Carlos? There's a buyer."

One of the security guards said, "Mr. Carlos hadn't been here. Please wait in the lounge. The rest of the guests are there too."

The crowd was about to head for the lounge when they heard the other security guard suddenly call out, "Captain~~"

Stopping in their tracks, the crowd looked at him and saw him take off his sunglasses and say to Bai Yutang, "Captain, it's me, Qu Yanming."

"Ah~~" Bai Yutang seemed to suddenly recall something. He stepped forward and patted the man's shoulder, "You brat."

Curious, Zhan Zhao came forward, "You know him?"

"Yes." Bai Yutang introduced him, "Qu Yanming, one of the pilots in Flying Tiger with me when I was in the army."

Qu Yanming seemed very happy, and after exchanging a word of farewell with his companion, he said to the crowd, "Let me take you there." With that, he led the way towards the lounge.

"Captain, you guys want to buy the box corpse, huh?" Qu Yanming asked, rather curiously.

"Hm~~" Bai Yutang nodded, seeing that there seemed to be quite a few people waiting in the lounge at a distance, he asked curiously, "There are many people who want to buy it?"

"Oh..." Qu Yanming laughed and shook his head, "They were all invited to do the authentication." He said, softly introducing the crowd, "That lady standing at the door on the phone is Lu Yan. She is Mr Carlos's secretary and has been on the phone for a long time because she couldn't locate him." Another gesture was made for everyone to look in the lounge, to see four people sitting inside.

"The middle-aged man is called Tian Zhong." Qu Yanming introduced, "He's the photographer."

"He's a colleague of mine." Morris suddenly interjected, "We were recently doing a series of albums about box corpses for Geographic magazine. That's why we were invited."

"The old lady," Qu Yanming continued his introduction, "the one sitting on the sofa, she's a famous painter, Mo Ning, and the two girls around her are her students."

"I've seen her paintings." Gongsun suddenly said, "The one that painted 'Burning Rage' right~~"

As they spoke, the group had arrived at the entrance to the lounge, and after introducing the people to Lu Yan, Qu Yanming departed.

"Ah... I'm really sorry. Boss Carlos hasn't been answering his phone for some reason." Lu Yan was somewhat apologetic as she guided the group into the room and sat down.

"I've been waiting for an hour." Tian Zhong looked at the crowd, rather dissatisfied

Lu Yan apologised and dialled a few more times, but still, no one answered.

"Why don't you let us see the box corpse first?" Morris suggested.

"I agree," Mo Ning nodded and said in a slightly aged voice, "it'll be less boring while we watch and wait."

"Well... that's fine." Lu Yan nodded and guided the group back towards the special display room.

As they walked, she kept calling the number.

"Shhh~~" Bai Yutang suddenly signalled for everyone to be silent.

He walked quickly to the door of the special display room and put his ear to the door as Qu Yanming and the other security guard stared at him in horror. He said to the secretary, "Try calling once more."

Lu Yan nodded and dialled the number.

Bai Yutang listened for a moment, turned back to the group and said, "There's the sound of a phone ringing inside."

Qu Yanming and the other security guard were both startled. They had been standing here and hadn't heard any phone ringing, "Mr. Carlos left after he put the safe inside this morning. We have been guarding the place the whole time, and no one has gone in!"

"Could it be that he forgot his phone inside?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"Let's go inside and take a look." Lu Yan hastily took out the key and opened the door.

The crowd entered the room, but there was no one inside.

The room has no windows, it is fully closed, and there is only a safe the size of half a human body on the table... The crowd searched around and didn't find any phone.

Except for Zhan Zhao and a few others, everyone else looked at Bai Yutang with some suspicion.

"You try calling again." Bai Yutang said to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan dialled the phone, and not long after, the crowd heard a faint ringing of a mobile phone...

The sound was muffled like it was separated by something thick. It was so faint that it was no wonder the crowd could not hear it from the doorway.

But no one had the mind to pursue this now, because the sound of the mobile phone was coming from the safe on the table.

Bai Jintang smiled, "Are you guys sure that this box corpse didn't come with a mobile phone in it?"

The crowd looked at each other, but none of them could say anything.

Gongsun glanced at Bai Yutang, walked over to the safe, reached out and tapped it. He put his ear to it and listened for a moment, then asked Lu Yan, "Can you open it?"

Lu Yan nodded and took the key out.

Bai Yutang took the key, paired it with the code Lu Yan said and unlocked the safe... Just as they heard a click, the crowd instinctively came forward and gazed into the box.

Slowly, Bai Yutang opened the door of the safe, and immediately the smell of blood hit his nose. As the door opened, a large amount of blood gushed out from inside, and inside was a twisted corpse except that it was clearly not some dried corpse but a fresh, contemporary human body. From the body's distorted face, it was still possible to identify the deceased as a white male in his forties.

"AhMr. Carlos" Lu Yan screamed, and the other two girls also shrieked in terror.

Zhan Zhao pointed to the corpse's mouth and said, "There seems to be something inside."

Gongsun grabbed the rubber gloves for identification provided by the museum from the table and put them on. Reaching out, he gently opened the dead man's mouth, reached in with his other hand, pinched something and pulled it outwards.

As he did so, Morris and the others began to dry heave.

With a slight force, Gongsun pulled out a tiny, bloody mobile phone out of the corpse's mouth, flipping it open and displaying a row of missed calls on the screen.

Gongsun looked back at Bai Yutang and the others, signalling what to do.

Bai Yutang took out his phone to call the police.

Zhao Zhen suddenly had a few moments of admiration and said, "That~~what method was used to put a person into a sealed safe completely intact like that. Not a single person noticed and not a single drop of blood was spilt... The magic is so creative if one lives at last..."

"One more question." Bai Jintang, who had been silent, suddenly asked, "That real box corpse, where did it go?"

Hanging up the phone, Bai Yutang said to the crowd, "Everyone go out first. This is the scene of a murder..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard someone laughing eerily at the door. The sound was as frightening as an old aged woman howling.

Looking back, they saw a dried-up old woman standing in the doorway at some point. She was wearing a big black scarf on her neck and a black cloak with a very odd appearance.

Zhan Zhao suddenly said to Bai Yutang, "Xiao Bai, I think I've seen her somewhere before~~"

"Akasha." Zhao Zhen whispered to the two, "You should have seen her on a spiritual show on TV. A prophetic fortune-teller with supernatural powers."

"A fortune-teller?" Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao looked at Zhao Zhen at the same time. (Turtle: The word used for fortune teller is 占卜 which also translates to divination or a diviner)

Blinking, Zhao Zhen laughed, "Basically they are the same as us magicians," pausing for a moment to conclude, "they're all liars."

The uncomfortable laughter continued for a long time before hearing Akasha, in a hoarse voice, slowly say, "This is the curse of... box corpse~~who can do such things--is definitely not human!"

Akasha's terrifying appearance and eerie tone startled the few young women present into screaming.

Bai Yutang frowned, "Anyone who is not a police officer, get out." With that, he said to Qu Yanming and the other bodyguard at the door, "You two watch the scene first."

The two cooperatively invited everyone else out of

the room. The fortune-telling lady called Akasha

shouted in a broken voice as she walked away,

"You will be punished by the devil if you don't

believe in the curse and in the devil..."

Shaking his head, Bai Yutang turned around to see Gongsun and Zhan Zhao already gathered around the safe, carefully examining the corpse which was emitting eeriness all around.

Gongsun frowned deeply and looked at it for half a day before saying to Bai Yutang, "I have to go back and take out the corpse to determine the cause of death."

Bai Yutang was silent for a moment and asked, "Was he dismembered and put in there?"

Gongsun shook his head, "No... he was folded up."

"Folded..." Bai Yutang smiled bitterly, "Folded a person up?"

"To be honest..." Gongsun smiled faintly, "it indeed doesn't seem like something a human could do." After saying that, he walked out of the room to wash his hands.

Bai Yutang patted Zhan Zhao, who was still staring at the corpse in the box, and asked, "Cat, what are you looking at? So serious?"

Zhan Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Bai, have you ever seen a hydraulic press used to compress a car when it is being recycled?"

Bai Yutang nodded, "Indeed, four steel plates on all four sides, plus one more on the top, can squeeze a person into a square. The question is, why do they need to do this?"

"Two states of mind~~," said Zhan Zhao, hugging his arms, "The simple state of mind is that the murderer wants people to focus on the curse of the box corpse."

"And the second?" Bai Yutang followed with, "The not-so-simple state of mind?"

"Hmm, that has to be analysed in terms of his actions." Zhan Zhao said, "This murderer is very meticulous, confident and even arrogant."

"Hmm~~" Bai Yutang nodded, "Judging from the murder scene he made out of the secret safe, we should also add that he is boring."

Zhan Zhao slowly walked around the table in a circle, surveying the safe from all angles. "He too should have circled around like this after he finished as if he was admiring his masterpiece. Не stuffed the phone into the victim's mouth, which is the best proof that he was laughing at him, and at everyone. It was as if he was saying..."

"He is a god..." Bai Yutang took over, "Not a human being... right?!"

Zhan Zhao felt helpless and nodded his head.

Bai Yutang understood and concluded, "Good! Another pervert who plays with people's lives."

At this point, two synchronised voices came from the doorway, "Aiya~~so creepy! Is that what the boss wants to spend money on?"

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao turned around and saw the twins appear at the door with a leather case in one hand.

"There is nothing else for you two to do!" Bai Yutang glared at them, "The person who is receiving the money is inside... the stuff is gone!"

"That... where's Boss?" Xiao Ding looked around.

The others also looked around. Bai Jintang was standing in the doorway just now-- where did he go?

In the bathroom, Gongsun turned on the tap and washed his hands. Perhaps it was a habit from years of being a forensic doctor, but Gongsun would first wash with his gloves on and wash them clean, then he would take them off and wash his hands.

Head down, rinsing off the water, his mind was filled with the odd posture of the corpse from earlier. He suddenly felt warmth on his back... When he looked up, he saw that Bai Jintang had stood behind him at some point from the mirror.

Somewhat puzzled, he glanced at the person in the mirror, "Why are you here?" Gongsun asked as he washed his hands.

Without saying anything, Bai Jintang smiled and lowered his head to Gongsun's ear, saying, "The way you examined the corpse just now was so sexy." As he said that, he wrapped his hands around Gongsun's slender waist and gently stroked through his black sweater~~

"You..." Gongsun turned around and gave him a fierce glare, "Public space... Wu..."

Bai Jintang seemed to be waiting for this opportunity. He lowered his head and captured Gongsun's lips in a slightly violent kiss.

At the end of the long kiss, one hand held Gongsun's waist and the other cupped his chin, forcing him to look at himself as he said with some difficulty, "What to do..."

Gongsun was baffled by him and asked him with a slight gasp, "What 'what to do?"

Bai Jintang gently licked Gongsun's ear, sticking his tongue into it, causing Gongsun to shudder lightly and try to flee... The hand around his waist tightened and stopped his attempt to escape.

"What to do?" Bai Jintang whispered in Gongsun's ear, "Now even if you smile at Yutang... I'll be jealous..."

Gongsun froze. He was startled when he realised that Bai Jintang's hand had gotten through the hem of his sweater and was caressing the skin along his waist.

"What are you talking about?" Gongsun's hands were still in the water with gloves on, so he couldn't stop Bai Jintang and could only grit his teeth and scold him, "Let go!"

Bai Jintang obediently took his hands out and reached into the sink, helping Gongsun remove his gloves. Afterwards, he intertwined their hands and washed them together in the slightly cool water.

"I want to lock you up so badly." Bai Jintang embraced Gongsun, resting his chin on his lean shoulder, "Let no one see but me!"

Gongsun was powerless and looked sideways to see Bai Jintang rubbing against his neck like he was being pampered. He picked up a handful of cold water and splashed. Bai Jintang was startled and backed away, but the front of his suit was already wet.

Gongsun laughed and turned to run. But to his surprise, Bai Jintang took a step forward and hugged him by the waist.

"Ah" Gongsun only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before he was hugged and pressed against the washstand by Bai Jintang, who kissed him fiercely~.

When the two of them came out of the washroom, the officers from S.C.I. had already arrived.

After the scene was investigated and evidence was taken, Gongsun asked the group to lock up the safe and bring it back to the S.C.I forensic room. Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang saw his eager face and knew that he couldn't wait to get the body out of the safe.

It was at this moment that an argument was heard from the doorway. Carlos' secretary, Lu Yan, was grabbing Qu Yanming and the other security- guard, saying that they would be held accountable.

"It's you guys! No one can do anything but you!" Lu Yan, who was unusually agitated, said to the police officer beside her, "Officer! Arrest them! It must have been them who did the tampering. There is no one else!!!"

"But..." Zhan Zhao suddenly asked, "the key is with you... isn't it?"

"I..." Lu Yan faintly froze and let go of Qu Yanming and the other security-guard. Somewhat disoriented, she muttered to herself, "It can't be a curse... It's just a legend... It can't be true..."

"What legend?" Zhan Zhao felt that she was acting a little strange and brought her alone to the lounge to sit and chat.

Bai Yutang and the other police officers questioned everyone present and took notes before settling on Qu Yanming and the other guard named Feng Jie.

Somewhat apologetically, he patted Qu Yanming on the shoulder, "You two still have to go to the station to make a more detailed statement. You also need to describe the details."

After saying that, he let Wang Chao and Zhang Long take the two back to the bureau for the time being.

Before he left, Qu Yanming looked back at the lounge, his eyes a little complicated.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yutang was a little baffled.

"Well..." Qu Yanming thought for a moment and said, "Captain, this morning, I heard Mr. Carlos and Secretary Lu when they were putting the box corpse in..." he said, pointing to the door of the Special Meeting Room, "they were arguing very intensely inside."

"Yeah!" Feng Jie stated, "I heard it too."

"What were they arguing about?!" Bai Yutang asked.

"I couldn't hear them clearly because the door was closed, but they repeatedly mentioned the word curse." Qu Yanming said.

"Yes!" Feng Jie added, "Because Lu Yan's voice is very shrill, these two words were the clearest."

By this time, Zhan Zhao and Lu Yan had already come out of the room. Wang Chao and Zhang Long lead the three of them back to the police station.

"Cat, how is it?" Bai Yutang saw Zhan Zhao frowning intensely and felt that the situation might not be too good.

Zhan Zhao sighed and said, "Let's talk about it as we walk." With that, he pulled Bai Yutang and headed out.

"Where to?" Bai Yutang was a little confused. He still wanted to go and watch the surveillance footage of the museum.

"Carlos's house!" Zhan Zhao said.

After telling Ma Han and Zhao Hu to watch the CCTV footage, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao left the museum and drove towards Carlos's villa on the outskirts of the city.

"Just now, Lu Yan told a very interesting story." Zhan Zhao tapped on his chin with his index finger, "There was something concerning the curse of the box corpse."

"Tell me about it." Bai Yu Tang asked with great interest.

"This box corpse has a very special origin." Zhan Zhao said, "It's the last box corpse of the "Tu Xi' tribe."

"The last one?" Bai Yutang wondered, "No more

after that?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head, "The Tu Xi tribe is extinct, wiped out!"

Bai Yutang was slightly surprised, "Wiped out? You mean... they didn't naturally go extinct?"

"Mm." Zhan Zhao nodded, "The Tu Xi's lived in the jungle of a small island in Southeast Asia. About a hundred years ago, a Dutch merchant ship dropped its anchor on that island. The Tu Xi's rescued them and treated them with hospitality...

However, when the sailors were rescued, they marvelled over the exquisite craftsmanship of the Tu Xi box corpses, so they killed all the Tu Xi's and tried to rob the precious box corpses... The only Tu Xi leader who survived burned all the box corpses..."

"What about... the box corpse... that was on display here?" Bai Yutang was confused.

"...It was that leader..." said Zhan Zhao.

"......" Bai Yutang had quite a bit of surprise on his face, "You mean..."

Zhan Zhao nodded: "Those Dutch people were infuriated... They had seen the process of making a box corpse, so they made that leader into a box corpse while he was alive."

After hearing that, Bai Yutang frowned, "No wonder that corpse's expression was so painful and resentful."

"Before that leader died, he cursed the Dutchmen and their descendants, with a spell... that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Tu Xi tribe." Zhan Zhao said, "According to Lu Yan, Carlos got this box corpse from an old Dutchman."

"That old man is the descendant of one of those Dutchmen?" Bai Yutang asked, "What happened? Was the curse fulfilled?"

"It is said that... they all died." Zhan Zhao said, "Carlos had also recently lost his wife who had been with him for twenty years... and his youngest son had a strange illness and became crazy. He, therefore, began to believe in the curse and wanted to find someone to break it off."

Bai Yutang was silent for a moment, "Lu Yan argued with him, probably because she was afraid that if this thing was sold, it would bring bad luck to others."

"Sigh~~" Zhan Zhao looked at him, "It's good that Brother didn't buy it."

"You believe in it?" Bai Yutang smiled, "Cat, you used to be the most disbelieving of all this ghost and god-talk."

Zhan Zhao nodded, "I do not believe in it. All demons are cultivated from the human heart."

Glancing at Bai Yutang, he slowly said, "Therefore, being targeted by someone with a demonic heart is no different from being targeted by a demon."

"Hm~~Correct." Bai Yutang stopped the car in front of Carlos's villa, raised his hand and cupped Zhan Zhao's chin. "It's good that you care about my brother and Gongsun... but..." while saying that, he came forward and kissed Zhan Zhao's cheek, "do not be too obvious, I will be jealous." After saying that, ignoring Zhan Zhao's surprised eyes and reddened face, he kissed him...

Zhan Zhao pushed Bai Yutang's head away with all his strength and scolded viciously, "Crazy mouse! Don't you know how to read the situation? In broad daylight you..."

"Ahhh~" The two men's flirty bickering was interrupted by a shrill and unusual woman's scream. It came from the villa.

"...Just now..."

"...Yeah!"

"You heard it too..."

"...Yes!"

"...Inside..."

"...Yes!"

The two men quickly got out of the car and rushed to the door of the villa. No one came to open the towering iron door when they knocked on it.

"Ahh~~~" another scream, which is even more disastrous than earlier, rang out.

Bai Yutang took two steps back, ran and leapt up, quickly stepping on the iron gate and wall In three steps, he climbed the wall, leapt down, opened the door with his backhand, and ran inside with Zhan Zhao.

After passing through the garden, there was a white mediaeval-style villa with constant screams emanating from it.

Not caring about anything else, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao rushed straight into the villa...

The first thing they saw was a middle-aged woman who looked like a maid kneeling on the ground and screaming incessantly.

Several bloody mutilated animal limbs were lying in front of her- what looked like white puppies. Their white fluffy fur was stained with blood, and it looked a million times more gruesome.

"Hehehehehe..." a soft laugh came from above.

When the two looked up, they saw a young boy sitting on the handrail of the gallery on the first floor. He looked no more than 13 or 14 years old, with short curly brown hair, a pale complexion and a white shirt with black trousers...

He was sitting on the black iron railing, swaying his legs leisurely, and it looked like he might fall off at any moment.

In his left hand, the teenager held a bloodied, sharp knife. His face and the front of his shirt was stained with blood. In his right hand, he was holding the head of a bloody puppy, laughing and looking down at Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao. He seemed to be humming a certain song ~~ his voice was intermittent and indescribably strange.

Zhan Zhao stared at him for a moment and slowly said, "OCD..."

Bai Yutang gazed at the teenager above him and froze when he heard Zhan Zhao's words, "OCD? Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?!"

Zhan Zhao nodded, "He sat in the doorway of the fifth room, the fifth section of the railing, with only five buttons fastened. He changed his legs every five shakes and only hummed five words each time... and the animal corpse is divided into five sections..."

"Can you bring him down without hurting others or yourself?" Bai Yutang asked Zhan Zhao.

After thinking for a moment, Zhan Zhao smiled faintly, "No problem."