Chapter 452: Gold For Bones (1/2)

Song Xingchen dug out a sharp stone from the cliff, indicating for me to begin!

Throwing the lighter upwards to the ground, I watched the gasoline burn, the turquoise flame spreading all the way to the fuel tank. With a thunderous boom, the explosion sent a wave of impact everywhere. We immediately covered our faces with our sleeves.

The explosion wasn’t as exaggerated as those in movies. The fuel tank burst open, but because the truck was parked at the edge of the cliff, the impact of the explosion caused it to slowly tilt till it fell over, rolling down to the valley below.

At this point, I rushed out of our hiding spot, only to be faced by a man on the hilltop wearing a costume and camouflage with a semi-automatic sniper rifle in front of him, rubbing his eyes hard. When the human eye was stimulated by strong light, one would lose vision for one to two seconds.

Keeping my gaze on him, I immediately launched the Eyes of Yama the moment he turned to look at me. Screams filled the air as the man stood up, trying to escape under the influence of fear. Right at this moment, Song Xingchen threw a stone, hitting the man squarely on the small of his back so he collapsed with anguish cries.

Unfortunately for him, he was unlucky enough to fall into the burning gasoline, his body ablaze, rolling desperately on the ground. There was no way we could interrogate the man.

”Hurry!” urged Song Xingchen with a wave of his hand.

We had just taken a few steps away when another loud explosion came from behind us. It turned out that the bullet the man was carrying was ignited. Caught in the explosion, the man perished in the flames.

Glancing at the time, I said, ”Oh no, we won’t be able to catch the train!” The tickets had been booked online in advance.

Song Xingchen sighed, ”Let's get away first!”

We proceeded to walk along this mountainous road. On our way here, we had taken a bus and this stretch of our journey didn’t seem that long. But now that we were forced to travel on our own two legs, the road seemed to stretch on and on.

After walking for two hours, we finally left the mountain. Familiar with this area, Song Sichao took us through a less-traveled path. About ten kilometers away was the outskirts of the area, and we could hail a cab.

We noticed a small gas station on the side of the road with a simple restaurant next to it.

Song Shichao suggested, ”Uncle, you must be hungry. Let's have something to eat before we continue!”

I ordered an egg fried rice, Song Shichao ordered noodles, while Song Xingchen didn't want anything.

Without much to do, Song Sichao pestered me about my experience solving cases. Song Xingchen glared at him and said, ”Shut up!”

Zipping his lips with his fingers, Song Shichao lit a cigarette. A while later, the noodles he ordered were served. When the waitress brought his food to the table, Song Shichao remarked, ”Hey, your fingers are touching my noodles. How dirty!”

”I’m sorry,” apologized the waitress. “Why don’t I get you a bowl of noodle soup?”

Five minutes later, the waitress walked out of the restaurant. ”Are you doing this on purpose?” accused Song Sichao. “Why are your fingers in my food again?”

The waitress smiled, ”I'm really sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

”Get me another bowl!” frowned Song Sichao.

”We don’t have any more soup so it has to be cooked. Do you mind waiting?” she asked.

I suddenly noticed that the waitress was wiggling her eyebrows and winking the entire time she spoke, so I said, ”Forget it. We’ll make do with this!”

”Alright then! Make sure you watch out while eating!” she replied.