Chapter 303: The Principle Of Resonance (1/2)

We ran back to the warehouse to find that Officers Xun and Luo had committed suicide, their bodies sprawled on the ground. Deputy Director Zheng struggled desperately as he shouted, ”Don't stop me! Let me kill myself!”

As it turned out, they feigned their deaths in accordance with our plan, smoothly executing it, even making sure not to all die at the same time lest it raise any suspicions. The oblivious officers were scared out of their wits so I said I would take a look.

I pretended to conduct an external autopsy and caught Officer Xun’s playful wink while I was examining the bodies. “Did I give a convincing performance?” he asked.

”Shut up, you’re a dead man!” I warned.

After the “autopsy,” I stood up and shook my head, pretending to be devastated. ”Watch Director-General Cheng,” I instructed. “Don't let him do anything impulsive.”

I personally guarded the body till the police vehicle arrived for fear that others would notice a flaw. When placing their bodies into the body bags, I deliberately left a hole for airflow.

”I don't understand,” said Zhang Jiulin. “Why were they the only ones who were affected?”

”I suggested they play dead,” I explained, keeping my voice low. “If they don't die, the murderer won't stop. Make sure you keep this to yourself!”

Zhang Jiulin looked at me in surprise, ”You have quite a few tricks, don’t you?”

We took the police car back to the station. On our way there, I phoned Dali and asked him to buy and bring over a few hoodies in size L.

”Dude, Pockmark Li hung up on me,” he complained. “Is he really Pockmark Li?”

”Who cares about Pockmark Li?” I scoffed. “I have Zhang Jiulin with me. Wait at the entrance of the city bureau to meet your idol!”

Zhang Jiulin cast a suspicious look at me. ”Jiu-ge, I have a small request,” I said. “A friend of mine admires you very much. Please take a picture with him later, won’t you?”

”Sure,” he nodded. “But I also have a small request as well. My little spirit pet says that your blood smells delicious. Last night, it made a huge fuss and insisted on drinking some. Could you give me a little of your blood?”

“Spirit pet? Where is it?” I looked around despite knowing perfectly well where it was.

I placed my hands on his chest as he asked, and a slight bulge appeared under his clothes. Suddenly, I felt sharp teeth bite my finger, the stinging sensation so painful I issued a muffled groan.

In the front seat, Xiaotao turned around and caught a glimpse of my ambiguous actions. ”Sigh, just a while ago you two were arguing. But now you’re all lovey-dovey!” she teased.

Zhang Jiulin patted his clothes and playfully chided, ”You insatiable little fox!”

Although I knew the gist of its abilities, seeing the spirit pet with my own eyes was another matter. I wished I could raise a spirit pet as well, but the idea of having to feed it my blood nipped the thought in the bud.

When we arrived at the city bureau, Dali was standing at the door, eagerly waiting for Zhang Jiulin’s arrival. At the sight of the man alighting the vehicle, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he rushed over, exclaiming, ”Holy smokes! Are you really Zhang Jiulin?”

In the face of such an enthusiastic fan, Zhang Jiulin’s discomfort was apparent but he still politely answered all of Dali’s questions.

”Do they know each other?” wondered Xiaotao.

”It's a long story,” I chuckled. “Just think of them as a fan and his idol.”

After Zhang Jiulin finally got rid of Dali’s relentless hounding, he followed us to the morgue. ”Xiao Song Yang, aren't you afraid of corpses?” he asked.