Volume 1 Chapter 11.2

Volume 1 Chapter 11.2

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"But it’s weird eh, there is no mud on the bruise, so it looks like the wound was sustained after she was buried... This is the weird part, it does not look like it was caused by a Diglett or Sandshrew, or something like Pokémon when it was digging holes and accidentally b.u.mped into her.

"... You tell me how a Pokémon would be digging holes here." Yu Xia, who originally wanted to copy down the information, rolled his eyes at the other party before omitting the unnecessary words.

"Don’t look down on Pokémons. There are quite a few that knows how to dig." Yan Si defended.

"Next time if we have another mission that requires digging, you go get me a Pokémon to help us dig." Yu Xia replied coldly as he continued to take down his notes.

Hearing Yan Si’s words, Yu Yin suddenly felt the chills.

The corpse had a new wound caused by being knocked into something.

That night in his room, he did hear the sound of something getting knocked.

He looked at Yu, who was originally squatting down and also burning the incense papers, stood up and tug Yu Xia’s clothes before handing his notebook over to the other party to read.

"The kitten’s corpse? You want to bury it here after the examinations are done?" Looking at the notebook, Yu Xia frowned and asked, "Well, we can do that, but you have to find either me or Dong to accompany you here, alright? This place is very dangerous, you better don’t come here alone." With that, he did not forget to send a glare at Yu Yin.

Yu nodded his head.

"Second dad, don’t speak as if I am bringing him around to cause trouble." Yu Yin rolled his eyes as he protested.

"You dare to deny?"

Alright, he did do that, a little, but it was for a good cause ah! It’s not like he is bringing the brat to drink alcohol, visit prost.i.tutes or go street fighting or whatnots.

He turned to look at the leopard cat rubbing itself against Yu’s leg, letting out a faint mewl before it disappeared.

This should be fine, right?

Just as he was about to go pack up, Yan Si’s phone rang. Fishing it out of his pockets, he answered, "h.e.l.lo? I am Yan Si."

After a while, he turned around and looked at Yu Yin.

"Chen Guan is awake?"

"Breaking news, the police found a female corpse in the suburban area. The deceased is confirmed to be Lin Xiu Jing, aged 20 this year. She studied at Li Dong private university. According to her family, the deceased lost contact with her family six months ago and was once reported as a missing person. Our reporter interviewed the deceased’s friends and found out that the deceased had been living with her boyfriend for the past six months..."

The news reporter’s voice resounded in the ward. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Staring at the television screen, Chen Guan, who has pa.s.sed the critical period and has been transferred to a normal ward, sighed.

Friend?

Yu Yin’s lips curved into a smile, "No, he is my brother."

"What?"

Ah Guan’s confusion was written all over his face.

Yu looked down and continued to read his book, his expression did not change at all.

Letting out a breath, Yu Yin focused back on the news.

Finally, it has all came to an end.

He was afraid.

At one in the morning, numerous cars were running on the highway. They are either deliverymen rushing to deliver the orders, or personal vehicles with a destination in mind.

A black personal vehicle was increasingly speeding on the road, faster than any other vehicles, as if it was being chased by some beast.

The lotus ornament hanging on the rear-view mirror, shook furiously.

"Don’t look for me, don’t look for me..."

In the dark, the street lamps quickly shone on the driver’s face. The man’s face was deathly pale as if he was extremely afraid of something, and he did not stop mumbling the same words.

"Don’t look for me..."

The fingers on the steering wheels kept trembling.

Suddenly, as if breaking out of a trance, he saw a leopard cat sitting right in the middle of the back seats through the rear-view mirror.

The car skidded, almost crashing into the red race car beside it. He looked back but saw nothing. Feeling insecure, he stepped even harder on the gas pedal, allowing the car to burst forward while ignoring the curses thrown at him from the red race car owner.

Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead and his palms were so sweaty that he almost could not get a grip on the steering wheel.

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He almost did not know where he should go. The road seemed to run on endlessly. He had already driven for the whole day, only when the car is out of petrol or when he is hungry, then did he stopped for a short five minutes break at the petrol station.

He did not know where he should run to.

Abruptly, the car’s side window was. .h.i.t by something, giving off a loud ’Pong’.

He turned to his side instinctively, and saw the same red race car, having caught up to him. The driver of the red race car shot him a middle finger while the other two pa.s.sengers at the back of the car kept on taunting him. All of them looks like the age of a university student.