BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 102 The Red-Haired Man

While Shen La and Xiao Yifeng examined the corpse, Sun Desheng pulled Che Qianzi over to hear the clues related to the case.

According to Xiao Yifeng’s friend, Sun Biyun had started transporting corpses three months ago. His clients were wealthy people who had died unexpectedly far from home. Some had ancestral graves back in their hometowns, while others still had quotas permitting traditional burials. In short, they were all rich. However, the law clearly stipulated that people in such situations had to be cremated locally, and only their ashes could be returned to their families for burial.

No one knew how Sun Biyun contacted these families, but he would first show them a video.

The scene in the video was set in a hospital morgue.

The families personally witnessed their dead relatives “come back to life.”

Whether it was their behavior, their mannerisms, or the way they spoke, there was no doubt that they were the deceased.

Holding an official death certificate issued by the local government while simultaneously watching their dead loved one come back to life—there could hardly be anything more shocking.

Without needing much persuasion from Sun Biyun, the families would readily agree to pay for the deceased to “return home” on their own.

Sun Biyun wasn’t greedy either. He charged a flat fee of 150,000 yuan. He kept 90,000 for himself, while the remaining 60,000 was withdrawn in cash on the same day. Judging from the circumstances, that money had probably gone to the man from the airport.

After hearing this, Che Qianzi said:

“The guy doing the work only gets one-third? Isn’t that too little? Someone capable of turning us upside down would willingly settle for the smaller share?”

“Brother, someone who’s this calculating and yet has so little desire is even harder to deal with. You never know what kind of bait he’ll use to set his traps…”

Thinking about what had happened at the airport, Sun Desheng became depressed again. From last night until now, he had sighed more times than in all the years before combined.

Seeing that Sun Desheng was in low spirits, Xiao Yifeng said to his friend:

“Old Luo, can you find any information about Sun Biyun’s partner? Didn’t he have the habit of keeping a diary? Search carefully. Maybe you’ll find some important clues.”

Captain Luo replied:

“People like him don’t keep diaries. But Sun Biyun wasn’t ordinary. According to our investigation, he’d been strange ever since childhood.

Over ten years ago, he worshipped some old Taoist as his master. Every day he bragged that his master possessed great supernatural powers, that he could summon wind and rain and turn beans into soldiers.

Eventually, the police station got involved. An investigation revealed that his master was actually a high-ranking member of a cult organization who was wanted nationwide.

During the arrest, he resisted and injured officers, and was shot dead on the spot.

After that, Sun Biyun behaved himself for a few years. I heard he went to the Northeast to make a living and only returned several years ago.

Looks like he made good money. After returning, he bought an apartment in the city for his father and stepmother, while he himself lived in this little house.”

“He went to the Northeast…”

The moment he heard those words, a glimmer flashed through Sun Desheng’s eyes.

However, he restrained himself and waited until Captain Luo finished before narrowing his eyes and asking:

“Mind if I ask something? Did he happen to go to Zhengdong Township, He’an County, eastern Liaodong?”

Upon hearing this, Che Qianzi also reacted.

Suppressing his nausea, he turned back and carefully studied the dead man’s face. After examining it closely, he was certain he had never seen him before.

Captain Luo, however, couldn’t say for sure where Sun Biyun had gone. Too much time had passed, and it would take time to investigate.

At that very moment, Shen La, who had been inspecting the charred corpse, suddenly seemed as though he’d been struck by lightning.

His body trembled violently.

Then he abruptly spun around and, in a flash, appeared at the doorway.

His eyes fixed firmly on the crowd outside the police tape.

Among the spectators, one man stood out conspicuously—a man with red hair.

Several elderly men and women had already been attracted by his hair color and were whispering among themselves about the man, who looked much like Sakuragi Hanamichi.

The instant Shen La saw him, he instinctively reached behind his waist and gripped the short sword there.

The red-haired man smiled and shook his head at Shen La.

He pointed at the nearby spectators, indicating that if they fought here, it would not end well for these innocent people.

At this moment, Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi rushed out as well.

The moment Fatty Sun saw the red-haired man, his complexion turned pale. He leaned close to Shen La and whispered:

“La Zi, don’t act rashly. Stall him. I’ll call Director Wu over…”

As he spoke, Sun Desheng slipped the hand holding his phone into his sleeve and blindly typed a message to his wife, asking her to find Wu Rendi and bring him over as reinforcement.

Seeing Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi emerge, the red-haired man pointed to a tiny wonton shop across the street, indicating that he had something to say there.

Then he turned and headed toward the shop.

Watching him leave, Sun Desheng exchanged a glance with Shen La and whispered:

“If Volcano really wanted to kill us, he would’ve done it already. Let’s see what he wants. Maybe he’s here because of this case too…”

Che Qianzi had no idea what was happening.

He only felt that Sun Desheng and Shen La looked as though they were facing a formidable enemy.

Unable to contain himself, he asked:

“Who is this red-haired guy? Why are you two scared out of your wits? He doesn’t look that impressive. How about the three of us strike first? I’ll kick him in the crotch, and the two of you can jump him while he’s distracted…”

“My ancestor, don’t you dare!”

Sun Desheng nearly broke out in a cold sweat.

“We can’t afford to offend him, and we definitely can’t afford to offend the person behind him!”

He tightly grabbed Che Qianzi, afraid that he might really do something outrageous.

Then Sun Desheng told Xiao Yifeng that they had skipped breakfast and were going to the wonton shop for a bite to eat.

The three men crossed the police line.

Shen La walked in front, while Sun Desheng dragged Che Qianzi behind him.

One after another, they entered the tiny eatery, which had only three tables.

By then, Volcano had already ordered a bowl of wontons.

The owner had just finished cooking them and was bringing the bowl over.

Seeing three more customers enter, he pointed to the menu on the wall and said:

“Everything’s written up there. We’ve got large-filled wontons and seafood wontons ready to go. We’ve also got crispy baked flatbread…”

“Three bowls of seafood wontons and three flatbreads.”

After ordering, Sun Desheng pulled over a chair and sat opposite the red-haired man.

Only after the owner busied himself cooking the wontons did he lower his voice and say to the man who was eating:

“What a coincidence. Seriously, it’s been years since we’ve met, right? Last time I was saying—”

“The one inside the corpse’s stomach is called Hou Diankun. He suffered from dwarfism since childhood and went by the nickname Hou San.”

The red-haired man interrupted him while continuing to eat.

“He is also a descendant of our Fangshi lineage. However, his branch is illegitimate. They are disciples and descendants of people who were once on the extermination list. Sooner or later, they were bound to be purged.”

“Pass me the vinegar.”

After taking the vinegar, he continued:

“Besides Hou San, there are many such descendants across the mainland. For years they lived in hiding, but in the last six months they’ve suddenly become very active.”

He looked toward the owner and asked:

“Boss, do you have jianbing guozi?”

“This is a damn wonton shop! We don’t have any damn jianbing!”

The owner muttered resentfully, as if he had been insulted.

“Just finish your wontons and leave already…”

The red-haired man wasn’t angry.

After fishing out another wonton and eating it, he glanced at Che Qianzi, who sat at another table, before saying to Sun Desheng:

“Since I’ve given you information, shouldn’t you tell me about him in return?”

Sun Desheng chuckled.

“Seriously, no wonder everyone says you were the most broad-minded Great Fangshi. You’ve really got the bearing of one. You’re becoming more and more like Great Fangshi Guangren. But unfortunately, I don’t know much about this little brother’s situation. However, Volcano, if you can tell me more about Kong Dalong, perhaps I can figure some things out.”

Volcano finally swallowed the last wonton.

With satisfaction, he set down his bowl and looked at Sun Desheng.

“Sun Desheng, you’re still the same as ever.”

Then he glanced at Shen La and said calmly:

“Tell Shen La not to be so tense. If I had truly intended to kill him, he would’ve already been dead when he had his back turned to me just now.”