Chapter 41: The Secret Technique of the Song Family—Ink Shadow (1/2)

Bai Yue’s body was strange in the fact that he could only ingest food in the form of blood. But when this bizarre ‘eating habit’ of his was discovered by the Christian nuns, he was regarded as a demon child!

In order to allow him to stay here, the director might have reached a certain tacit agreement with Bai Yue. As long as Bai Yue would stop and refrain from biting anyone, the director would secretly feed him with the blood of animals, although to Bai Yue it was not nearly as delicious as human blood. But at the very least, Bai Yue would not die of starvation.

When he grew up, Bai Yue escaped from the orphanage and lurked quietly for a few years before beginning to act out his hatred for his mother on the prostitutes! I was skeptical that he ever felt grateful to the director. Instead, he was resentful of him. He hated him for bringing him into this world and resented him for his tragic childhood. The director, however, had always been remorseful of the way he abandoned Bai Yue and his mother.

This then turned to guilt, which drove him to become an accomplice of Bai Yue’s horrendous crimes, where the director would do anything in his power to protect Bai Yue from getting arrested by the police.

These were just my speculations, but I believed that the truth was probably not so different from them.

After listening to me, Huang Xiaotao said with anger, “But no matter what reason this father and son had for their crimes, we must arrest them for justice!”

After a while, Wang Yuanchao bought in the things that I requested. I found a washbasin, cut the squid’s ink sac with scissors, dripped the ink into it, and then poured the linseed oil into the mixture to mix the two.

“Isn’t there ink on the table? Why do you need to take the ink of a squid?” asked Dali.

“Don’t you understand?” I asked. “Squid ink is an ancient Chinese medicine called the belly ink. There is even a record of it in the Compendium of Materia Medica. This ink has two characteristics: firstly, it is light and will not destroy the shape of the ashes; secondly, it contains phosphorus and it can glow!”

“Glow?” Dali widened his eyes.

I asked Xiaozhou for a straw, sucked up a little bit of the prepared squid ink, and then asked him to prepare a camera and set the light exposure to the highest, and finally ordered the police to turn off all the lights on the scene.

After the lights were turned off, there was some faint light coming in through the window. I asked people to pull the curtains up too. The whole room suddenly looked like a dark room.

“Do you need a flashlight?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“No, I can see!” I turned on my Cave Vision, and everything in the room was visible again.

“But I can't see anything!” said Xiaozhou.

I guided Xiaozhou to a position and told him to lift the camera up in position, and be ready to take a picture when I said it was ready.

Then I dripped the squid ink in the straw onto the ashes and waited for about ten seconds. Some of the glowing handwriting appeared slowly on the ashes. Everyone gasped, I said, “Snap a picture now, it can only last for a little while!”

Xiaozhou quickly took a picture, when he was done, I immediately asked someone to turn the light on.

Xiaozhou used a digital camera. He checked the photos immediately and it seemed to give great results. So, he asked the people in the forensics team to transfer the photo to the computer and the piece them together using photoshop. Under the eager gaze of the people, the pieces were restored into a line, which was an address—No. 48, Nanqiang Road!

“This may be the place where they are committing a murder tonight!” said Huang Xiaotao. “Xiaoxu, you take a few officers and stay here to guard this place, as for the others, you’ll follow me!”

Our group rushed to No. 48 Nanqiang Road. This was a residential building. Huang Xiaotao was going to go door to door and ask, I said that this wouldn’t work, because it would alert the murderer. I asked Xiaozhou for the UV lamp.

I handed the UV lamp to Dali and taught him how to use it, then let him lift it up. I took out the red umbrella from my bag, opened it, and slowly rotated it to an angle. The light from the umbrella showed a messy set of footprints on the ground.

“I thought this umbrella was only for autopsies?” Huang Xiaotao asked curiously.

“Absolutely not! There are many uses to the umbrella!” I replied.

“That’s amazing!” said Xiaozhou with admiration. “We should have one handy in the forensics toolbox too!”

I thought that might not be possible. It took time to prepare this umbrella, and some of the recipes in it are from the Song family, which I couldn’t disclose, of course.

A large number of people came and went through the residential building, and there were correspondingly messy sets of footprints on the ground. Huang Xiaotao looked at the footprints and asked, “Which ones belong to the murderer?”

I looked at them and pointed to one of the footprints and said, “This one is interesting: the left foot is heavy and the right foot is light, it is probably left by the director!”

We followed the footprints all the way to the fourth floor, and the footprints disappeared in front of a door. I was about to unlock it, but Huang Xiaotao actually kicked it down with one foot, pulled out her gun, took the lead and rushed in, while the others followed close behind her!

Everyone searched through the room, and suddenly there Huang Xiaotao’s scream was heard from a room, followed by the sound of flapping wings. I saw countless black bats flying out of the door and which shocked me and Dali very much.

“Song Yang, we’re a step too late!” said Huang Xiaotao.