DT |Chapter 14: Xiyi Four

The two sat in silence until late at night. Shen Yan casually found an excuse to go up to the attic to get some air.

The influx of information left Sheng Feng a bit sleepless. He pondered silently until dawn, when Shen Yan came down from the attic to call him back to National Security Group 7, waking him from his daze.

The two walked through the thick fog without a word, returning to the world of the living.

Little Mayfly was standing in front of the National Security Group 7 entrance early, biting a lollipop and waiting for Sheng Feng. She seemed even younger now. Shen Yan frowned, glanced at her, and said, “Why is this little girl getting shorter?”

Sure enough, Little Mayfly shot him a glare. Shen Yan ignored it and looked up at the sky.

“Brother Sheng, we can go arrest He Bin now. I saw clearly what was inside his necklace,” Little Mayfly, now only reaching Sheng Feng’s waist, tugged at his sleeve.

“I saw that it contained a ghost infant.”

A ghost infant, a terrifying entity forgotten by the world. A female ghost might cause chaos, but a ghost infant brings disaster to an entire area.

When they went to arrest He Bin, he refused to admit anything.

Sheng Feng had no intention of releasing the ghost infant to force a confession. After all, it was broad daylight, and releasing such a malevolent entity would be harmful to both living souls and spirits.

He Bin was taken to National Security Group 7, causing a huge uproar at Yunhai University and sparking various discussions online. But these matters were not Sheng Feng’s concern. He only gathered evidence to arrest people, leaving the rest to the aftermath department.

In the interrogation room, Chu Xiao sat silently, merging with the darkness. She used the darkness as her shield, as if it provided her with enough security.

“We’ve retrieved what was stolen from you,” Sheng Feng said, and Chu Xiao immediately looked up, her eyes wide.

Sheng Feng took out a finely polished jade gourd pendant and recited a simple incantation. A piercing infant’s cry echoed throughout the interrogation room.

Chu Xiao’s eyes reddened. Her face no longer appeared as fierce and terrifying as before. For the first time, she stood up from behind the table. The chains binding her clinked, but then tightened, preventing her from moving further.

Sheng Feng held the ghost infant in both hands and gently placed it into its mother’s arms. The moment it touched Chu Xiao, the infant’s cries ceased. It curled up obediently, and the dark aura around it dissipated significantly.

“Hong Dechang raised nineteen coffins. To scare him, you created various supernatural events at the school, but it backfired. He hired a Taoist to perform rituals. That Taoist, driven by selfish desires, stole your child to raise a ghost. Filled with hatred and incited by the Corpse-Wrapping Array, you possessed an innocent student, using her mysterious hanging to intimidate Hong Dechang. Meanwhile, the Corpse-Wrapping Array used your anger to drive you, unaware that your child was already in its hands.”

Sheng Feng paused, then continued, “There’s no need to hide anything now, is there?”

Chu Xiao didn’t choose silence this time. Her demeanor was no longer fierce, and her eyes softened, suggesting she was a beautiful girl in life.

“I and those eighteen girls were sacrificial offerings. I gave birth to my child in the coffin but couldn’t escape being suffocated. Later, a monk performed a ritual for us. We were supposed to reincarnate next year, but Hong Dechang brought us back to the world.”

Chu Xiao was already in tears. Sheng Feng wanted to hand her a tissue but suddenly realized she could no longer touch him.

Her obsession was gone, and her soul began to disperse.

“Why did the Corpse-Wrapping Array choose you? There are plenty of vengeful ghosts in the world. Why you?” Sheng Feng asked anxiously.

Chu Xiao shook her head, “I don’t know, but it seemed very interested in this piece of jade.” She took out a blood-streaked jade from her pocket.

The jade was crudely made, with only two-thirds remaining, as if it had been violently smashed. The missing third was nowhere to be found. The jade was densely covered with blood streaks, as if soaked in blood.

Seeing the jade’s appearance, Sheng Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

“Where did you get this jade?”

Chu Xiao thought for a moment and said, “I found it by accident when I was young, buried deep in the soil. My mother said jade was valuable and told me to keep it with me. I’m a local from Mengliang, living at Zhulong Slope. It wasn’t called Zhulong Slope before; it was called Dead Man’s Slope. I dug this jade out from there.”

“Dead Man’s Slope? People died there before it became Zhulong Slope?” Sheng Feng examined the jade, feeling its heavy yin energy and a chill in his hand.

Chu Xiao said, “Probably. The elders said it was a mass grave in ancient times. People executed by the king were buried there. Over time, as more people died, it formed a small hill, and the bones inside have long disappeared.”

Sheng Feng didn’t ask further.

A flower drifted into the interrogation room, landing by Chu Xiao’s temple. Her beautiful face was softened by its presence. The flower lingered for a moment, then fell to the ground as the wind blew.

Bai Lingdang entered, seeing Sheng Feng standing alone in the empty interrogation room. She waved the case records in her hand and asked, “How should I write this?”

The twists and turns of the case took Sheng Feng three pages to explain clearly. By the time he finished, it was nine in the evening. Under intense questioning, He Bin quickly confessed to raising a ghost with blood and using dark arts to win awards.

The case of the nineteen coffins finally came to an end.

When the lights in Sheng Feng’s office went out, Shen Yan was leaning against the window frame, contemplating life.

“Do you think they’ll allow Chu Xiao to reincarnate?” Sheng Feng walked to the window, took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and put it in his mouth. The flickering light seemed particularly bright in the night.

Shen Yan replied indifferently, “They’ll let her reincarnate. After all, she was used as a tool. But she’ll have to wait a while. It’s unlikely to happen in the next few years.”

Sheng Feng tilted his head to look at him, nudging Shen Yan with his arm, and laughed, “You can be serious too. This time, mistakenly killing the Corpse-Wrapping Array was a big mistake. We lost a lot of information. How did you negotiate with the Underworld?”

“Joining National Security Group 7,” Shen Yan said reluctantly, speaking as if reciting a text, “to assist you for free, only…”

Sheng Feng had already received the message from Bai Wuchang. He just wanted to tease this arrogant ghost.

“Only what? Only what? I didn’t hear clearly. Speak up,” Sheng Feng put his hand behind his ear, pretending not to hear.

Seeing Sheng Feng’s exaggerated act, Shen Yan was furious, but a ghost under the eaves must bow its head. He gritted his teeth and said, “Only… only to follow your lead, Captain Sheng.”

“Oh, and what else?” Sheng Feng’s face was full of mischief.

Shen Yan took a deep breath, as if to suppress his anger, “Whatever Captain Sheng says is right. Whatever Captain Sheng does is right. If Captain Sheng is wrong, refer to the previous statement.”

Sheng Feng finally heard what he wanted, laughing so hard he almost couldn’t stand up straight. However, he forgot he still had a cigarette in his mouth and choked several times.

Shen Yan quickly patted him and said, “There’s something I haven’t told you.”

“Cough… what is it?” Sheng Feng took a breath of fresh air.

“I suggest you move out. Doesn’t National Security Group 7 pay you well? Buy a house anywhere, and I can even help you check the feng shui,” Shen Yan said, pretending to be casual.

The smile on Sheng Feng’s face slowly faded. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and flicked the butt onto the windowsill, “I don’t want to move.”

“Can you really sleep well in that kind of house? You don’t have to do this to save money,” Shen Yan thought this person was unusually stubborn. As the leader of National Security Group 7, he still adhered to such strict rules, not allowing himself any comfort.

Sheng Feng glanced coldly at him, “What does whether I move or not have to do with you?”

Shen Yan didn’t continue arguing with Sheng Feng because he knew very well that if Sheng Feng got angry, he might kick him out. At this time of night, he couldn’t return to the Xiyi Realm and didn’t want to wander as a lonely ghost.

Sheng Feng drove fast. The road was empty near ten o’clock, and Shen Yan had to hold onto the car door handle tightly to ease his fear of speeding at night.

“Captain Sheng, you haven’t eaten yet?” After getting out of the car, Shen Yan followed Sheng Feng, returning to his carefree, food-focused state.

As Sheng Feng walked to the elevator, he said, “Stop nagging. I’ll cook for you when we get back.”

Hearing this, Shen Yan followed him into the elevator, full of energy, unaware that he had overestimated Sheng Feng’s cooking skills.

“Braised beef, spicy rice noodles, homemade hot dry noodles, chicken stew with mushrooms, sausages, and marinated eggs. Which one do you want?”

Sheng Feng skillfully took out a pile of instant noodles and ready-to-eat meals from the cabinet, all prepared with the simple steps of adding sauce and water. Shen Yan fell into deep thought.

Wait, wasn’t this guy good at cooking that day?

Didn’t he know how to cook? It smelled so good!

Why can’t he cook now?

“You can’t do this, Captain Sheng. When it’s my turn to eat, you just… just casually brush me off like this. It’s not right, really not right,” Shen Yan pointed at the kitchen, “You… that day, the noodles you made, the super fragrant ones, I want those!”

Sheng Feng was stunned, “Yeah, that day I just cooked instant noodles.”

Shen Yan refused to believe it, waving his hand, “I don’t believe it! Can instant noodles smell that good? Do you think I’m a three-year-old who can’t tell the difference? I know the taste of instant noodles. I don’t care, I want the kind of noodles you cooked that day.”

Sheng Feng was helpless. He clearly cooked instant noodles that day, but this three-year-old ghost couldn’t tell and started doubting him.

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