Chapter 479: Pressure Cooker Hands (1/2)

”When people are killed, they feel great fear, uneasiness and anger. These negative emotions are actually realized by the endocrine glands. When these hormones enter the blood, they form a sort of toxin. Long-term intake of said toxins is definitely harmful.”

”But if that’s the case, wouldn’t pigs and cows be the same?” Xiaotao asked.

”Yes, which is why certain high-grade beef will euthanize their cattle while playing soothing music. However, animals don’t secrete as many toxins when they die. Perhaps our nervous system is more developed or this is our creator’s punishment for cannibalism.”

”I think we should just be vegetarians!” Xiaotao tsked. “Isn’t it supposed to be good for you? Besides, you can lose weight!”

I laughed, ”I wouldn’t like to be forced to be a vegetarian. Let's try to get rid of the poison in our bodies... Then again, you are not fat at all!”

”Who says I'm not fat?”

Every time we spoke about the subject, Xiaotao would overreact by pointing out her supposed chubby areas and thick waist, going on and on in my ear. Girls were so sensitive about their own bodies.

Upon opening the trunk, I carefully examined every nook and cranny but found nothing suspicious. As I leaned in, I caught a whiff of perfume, though very faint. I also found a strand of long hair within the cracks which indicated the car had been used to transport the victims.

The hair was safely kept in an evidence bag so we could match it to the victims later on, if only there was still a body!

When we entered the station, Bingxin immediately handed me a stack of files. ”Here you go. These people look delicious!”

As I scanned through the files, I noticed the missing persons selected by Bingxin were all good-looking, young and healthy which met the criteria. They were either white-collar workers, civil servants or business owners. I couldn’t help making the connection–were good looking people given better opportunities because of our beauty-obsessed society?

”You might be right,” remarked Xiaotao. “Once, when we were recruiting officers, everyone unanimously rejected a horse-faced mustache man. But now that I think about it, his resume was actually pretty decent.”

”But I’ve never felt that way,” argued Bingxin. “I’ve relied on my grades ever since I was a child.”

”Think about it, if you had a swollen face with acne and a thick, manly waist, would Song Yang bother befriending you?” Xiaotao chuckled.

”Hmph, all you have are big boobs and a perky bum, you dairy cow!” retorted Bingxin.

”What are you dissatisfied about, Princess Flat-All-Over? Do you even have any womanly characteristics?”

The girls began their eager personal attacks while I stood before them, unwilling to get involved. I knew it wasn’t a serious argument.

Having said that, I paused in silence, the gears in my head turning. If I compared this case to Chef Tang’s, the latter committed the murders himself because he was merely the owner of a food stall. On the other hand, we were currently dealing with a powerful man, one that had numerous people working for him.

Even if those bodyguards were well-paid, would hired men be willing to take risks working for such a dangerous man, regardless of their conscience?

There seemed to be only one possibility–the bodyguards were personally trained by the Crazy Six Tao Chef.

”Are the bodyguards awake?” I asked.

”I'll have a look!” replied Xiaotao.

When we entered the detention room, one of the bodyguards had awoken so we took him to the interrogation room. At first, he refused to speak and only relented after being stared at with the Eyes of Yama for ten whole minutes.

As I expected, the murderer had his own bodyguard company!