Chapter 136: Sun Bingxin (1/2)

Once all the food was on the table, Bingxin suddenly asked me, “By the way, Song Yang-gege, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No,” I replied. “What about you?”

“Of course not,” she sighed. “I’m the same nerdy girl who’s got her nose buried in books all the time.”

“I’m sure you’ve got hordes of admirers!”

“No, I don’t!” she denied, shyly looking down at her own plate.

“I’m single too, you know!” Dali interjected.

Bingxin responded to him politely and said nothing else, which prompted Dali to bury his head down and focus on the food. Although both of us were really hungry, we ate very little because we didn’t want to appear greedy in front of Bingxin. She kept persuading us to eat more and to try this dish and that dish. At one point, she picked up a big slice of braised pork with her chopsticks and offered it to me. I was about to tell her I was full when I noticed that something was wrong.

“What is that?” I asked, pointing at the meat.

She looked down, froze for a few seconds, and screamed, “A fly!”

There was a dead fly stuck to the meat, which in itself was pretty bad. But it was worse than you might think, because it wasn’t an ordinary housefly. It was a blow fly.

“Come on, both of you!” Dali remarked. “Stop making a fuss out of nothing! It’s just a fly. Just pick it out and carry on eating. It’s fine!”

As Dali picked up the dead fly with his chopsticks, I told him, “You know, that’s not an ordinary housefly…”

“What kind of fly is it, then?” asked Dali with his mouth still full.

“It’s a blow fly,” replied Bingxin. “Blow flies are usually only found on dead bodies…”

Upon hearing that, Dali’s face turned green. He was about to spit out all the food in his mouth, but because Bingxin was there, he sprinted to the nearest trash can instead and spit out his food there.

He returned to the table while still wiping his lips and he asked, “Was that meat we just ate… human flesh?”

I picked up a piece of the meat and sniffed it, “No, it’s pork.”

“Maybe the blow fly was just attracted to the pig carcasses?” Bingxin proposed.

I myself thought the meat was quite fresh.

“Why don’t we go in there and check it out?” I suggested.

“Sure!”

We entered the kitchen and I asked the cook, “Will you let us check the kitchen and the storeroom? We suspect that there might be a dead body here.”

Without even looking at us, the cook replied, “If you have any complaints about us then… wait, what did you say? A dead body? That’s a first! Usually you brats complain about hair, nails, and bugs in the food. It’s the first time I’ve heard of a dead body in my kitchen!”

It was clear that the cook didn’t take us seriously, so I pulled out my special consultant badge and showed it to him. At a glance, it was identical to a police badge, so the cook instantly panicked.

“Officer!” he cried. “I swear there are no dead bodies here!”

“I’ll have to look around anyway.”

“Sure!” the cook nodded frantically.

Bingxin took a look at my badge and enviously remarked, “Cool! So you’ve officially joined the police force now?”

“No,” I laughed. “I’m just an external consultant.”

“But you’ve solved seven cases!” she said. “I’ll tell Dad to officially install you as a police officer. You’ll be even cooler with a gun!”

“Calm down, Miss Sun!” I said. “I chose not to be a police officer myself!”

We entered the back kitchen, and the cook showed us around. There were piles of vegetables, meat, and rice. I noticed a small door in the corner of the room and asked, “Where does that door lead to?”

“It’s a staff room,” the cook answered. “But I never use it.”