Chapter 414: The Transvestite Killer (2/2)

Right then, I felt a kick in my ribs, courtesy of the driver. He shouted, ”Stop dawdling and get to work!”

I clutched my chest, gritting my teeth, ”If you want me to destroy the body, then I’ll have to do it my way.”

”Don't lie to me,” he glared. “I can see you’re trying to delay. You better hurry up or someone might come!”

Just then, he noticed a man walking towards us and immediately pulled out his gun. As the man approached, he realized it was Song Xingchen. As soon as he placed my tools on the ground, Song Xingchen swung his fist and punched the driver in the face, catching him off guard.

The driver tried to retaliate with the gun but Song Xingchen managed to twist his arm, forcing him to lean backwards. Then, Song Xingchen landed more pummeled his fists into the driver’s ribs, drawing painful screams from the man.

”That’s enough!” I interrupted.

Song Xingchen landed two more punches when I heard the sound of the driver’s ribs breaking. Throwing the man to the ground, Song Xingchen coldly uttered, ”If you so much as touch a hair on his head, I will kill you!”

Angered, the driver raised his gun at Song Xingchen who stared him down without so much as a change in his expression. The stalemate lasted for a minute, and even I couldn't help but worry for Song Xingchen.

Then came the voice of several old men chatting at the foot of the hill. The fog was still very heavy at this time so they couldn’t see up the hill. But if there was gunfire, they would definitely hear it. Hence, the driver was forced to lower his gun.

I started shoveling until a large pit was dug into the ground. Then, carefully tossing the body inside, I poured ammonia and covered it with soil, making sure to restore the ground to its original appearance. Finally, I opened the Autopsy Umbrella and erased all footprints around me.

”Let’s meet the man!” I said, dusting my hands.

The hotel key card given to me by the Dog Trainer led me to a nearby hotel. It was a master key used by the internal staff that could open every room with a room number marked on it.

When we arrived at the hotel, the driver waited outside this time. I found the room and opened the door with the room key.

”Ahh! How did you get in?” screamed the man in the room.

He was in his thirties with dark eye circles which indicated he stayed up all night yesterday. There was nothing particularly noteworthy in the room, only a briefcase on the table. It seemed like he was on a business trip.

In fact, the man didn’t look like a murderer. He was missing the sort of rage common to criminals. To get him to talk, I showed him my consultant ID and said, ”Don't be afraid, I’m with the police!”

”H-how do you know?” he stuttered. “I didn't call the police!”

”What?” It was my turn to be shocked.

The man cried in a panic, ”Officer, I know I was wrong. Well, I admit I did see something unusual last night.”

I quickly walked to the window which overlooked the crime scene. ”It was two in the morning. Weren’t you sleeping?”

”N-no…” he replied. “I saw a man torturing a woman in the park and I was afraid.”