Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 373 - 357: Science Is the Most Terrifying...
Chen Yang, like a drowning man clutching his last straw, lunged desperately toward Feng Ju, his voice laced with frantic despair:
"Captain Feng, Captain Feng, please help me..."
Feng Ju’s eyes were as cold as a poisoned blade, sweeping over Chen Yang’s face as if looking at a freshly laid pile of dung.
His black mechanical hand gleamed under the incandescent light, his tone full of mockery:
"Not ruthless enough, not smart enough, yet possessing ambition far beyond your capability..."
He paused, his voice suddenly turning icy,
"It’s idiots like you that are the most annoying."
Before the words were fully out, Feng Ju’s mechanical arm had already clamped onto Chen Yang’s wrist.
The moment metal met flesh, Chen Yang gasped in pain.
Feng Ju’s fingers roughly pried open Chen Yang’s grip, pulling out the stack of sweat-soaked autopsy reports he had subconsciously held tight.
Feng Ju’s eyes quickly scanned the autopsy report, then he turned on his heel and strode away, Dong Ping following closely behind.
Li Shang remained where he was, his gaze fixated on Feng Ju’s swaying black mechanical hand, his eyes mixed with agitation and dread.
It wasn’t until Feng Ju’s silhouette disappeared completely at the corridor’s end that Li Shang furrowed his brow and headed swiftly towards the morgue.
No matter why Feng Ju grabbed the autopsy report or what schemes he was plotting, the charred corpse that was brought back shouldn’t remain any longer.
As a professional detective, Li Shang had a case-solving rate of one hundred percent, with no wrongful convictions ever.
His secret lay in his almost abnormal sensitivity—he could always block any options that might overturn a case before they appeared.
He never gave a "murderer" the chance to overturn the case because he blocked all the flaws, leaving only the "truth" he presented.
This was Li Shang’s way of solving cases—not finding the truth, but creating the truth.
In his world, the truth never existed objectively; it was a perfect artwork crafted by his own hand.
Since he could accurately convict someone, naturally Li Shang could also acquit someone perfectly, a principle he had thoroughly mastered.
The cold air of the morgue hit him as Li Shang gently placed his hand on the door handle.
Then his gaze swept past the surveillance camera in the corridor, the little thing seemed to sense his displeasure, blinking twice before playing dead.
Pulling open the heavy morgue drawer, two bodies lay silently on the icy metal slab.
One of them, a charred corpse, with skin scorched black, indeed had a fine slit on the back, while the neck of the other body bore a rough, terrifying line of stitches.
"I heard the Second Prison is already equipped with incinerators, while the Patrol Office lags behind in this respect."
Fortunately, Li Shang was well-prepared; he always carried a bottle of corpse-dissolving water in his uniform’s breast pocket, the thumb-sized bottle had no label, except for a cartoon fox etched on the base with a sinister grin. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
This was "good stuff" he picked up from the black market, far superior to those "cleaners" manufactured by legitimate companies on the market.
Regular products require a full 100cc to dispose of a body, while this "Fox Bottle" only needs 25cc to make a body vanish without a trace.
The bottle is compact, powerful, and convenient to carry, truly achieving "one bottle is better than four."
Li Shang unhurriedly unscrewed the cap, the pale green liquid slowly dripping from the bottle’s mouth.
The moment the liquid touched the corpse, a burnt odor mixed with a certain sweet fruit scent exploded in the morgue, the skin immediately began producing thick white smoke, as if engulfed by invisible flames.
Muscular tissues dissolved and evaporated at a rate visible to the naked eye, even the bones turned into a puddle of murky liquid, eventually seeping into the morgue drawer’s drainage hole.
The whole process was eerily silent, leaving not even a trace of odor, cleaner than any corpse he had seen devoured by an evil sacrifice.
Li Shang stood in front of the now-empty morgue drawer, gazing at the small puddle of water stains left at the bottom, murmuring softly to himself:
"No wonder I’ve always thought that science is the most terrifying evil sacrifice!"
The harsh sound of metal hinges scraping pierced the silence of the morgue as Li Shang was wiping the last residual water stains from the edge of the metallic drawer with a cotton swab.
He didn’t halt his actions, his peripheral vision catching the silhouette of someone coming through the door.
"Just as expected from the renowned detective of the Patrol Office, your interpretation of evidence is truly unparalleled; without the most crucial corpse, the autopsy report, whether true or false, becomes nothing more than a worthless piece of paper."
Feng Ju’s voice, tinged with a disinfectant smell, drifted in, his eyes swept over the empty morgue drawer, finally landing on the cotton swab in Li Shang’s hand.
As Li Shang turned, the cotton swab crumbled to powder in his palm. He glared coldly at this rapidly rising captain, who had "replaced" him to serve the special envoy, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the latter’s mechanical arm.
Li Shang wore a stern expression, his tone flat:
"Captain Feng, haven’t you been busy investigating [Mask] lately? It’s said the vicinity of the Eighth Academy has seen a flurry of homicides these past two days, all related to [Mask], how come Captain Feng has time to return to the office this morning?"
Feng Ju knew Li Shang was subtly hinting at something, the truth behind these homicides might be hidden from the general public, but not from this detective, after all, the "death list" they held was compiled by the other party.
The implication was—when you do things for the special envoy, I won’t interfere, and when I handle affairs for the bigshots, you’d best stay out of the way, there’s no need for us to cross paths.
In the cold light reflected from the morgue drawer, after a few sleepless nights, Feng Ju’s bloated face looked like a sinister wax figure, even his insincere smile carried a sticky quality:
"Captain Li, don’t scrutinize me with that convict-appraising gaze, I come with no malice, I’m simply here to express my gratitude."
Li Shang was startled: "Gratitude?"
Feng Ju half-closed his eyes, smiling:
"Yes, Feng Mu has caused such a big mess, and as his father, I of course have to clean up after him, but I never expected Captain Li to be such a warm-hearted person, jumping in to rescue Feng Mu before I could."
Li Shang’s pupils contracted slightly.
Feng Ju’s smile deepened: "Well, could it be that Captain Li didn’t know..."
His voice suddenly dropped: "Feng Mu is my incompetent son?"
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Feng Mu sat upright in the cold metal chair, the gray-white concrete walls appearing more somber under the dim incandescent light.
His eyes were slightly closed, long and thick eyelashes casting two shadowy patches on his eyelids, his breathing steady and deep.
He looked as if he were taking a leisurely nap in his own home.
The narrow space of the interrogation room seemed to transform into a meditation chamber, isolating outside disturbances, turning it into an ideal place for closed-door martial arts training.
"It’s said that certain special venues, such as training laboratories manufactured by large companies or certain places within the Hidden Sect, all give a boost to martial arts training, too bad, I cannot access those places for the moment, but maybe the Patrol Office will provide a boost?"
Somehow, Feng Mu felt that the magnetic field of the Patrol Office was compatible with him, perhaps there might be unexpected joy in upgrading martial arts here?
With nothing else to do, Feng Mu decided to seize the opportunity, to go into seclusion and level up his martial arts at the Patrol Office.
Recently, he had accumulated a significant amount of skill proficiency, a massive sum of 60,000 points, yet unused, he’s not greedy, just plans to go into seclusion for a century first...
