BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 125 Returning to Room 808

The white-haired operatives were acting strangely, so Che Qianzi naturally didn’t believe Yang Xiao’s words. Rolling his eyes, he said:

“Yeah right, who would believe that? Next thing you’ll say is you fell for someone’s wife, killed the husband in an affair gone wrong, and then his brother came back like Wu Song for revenge…”

Yang Xiao didn’t bother arguing with him. He simply smiled and said to Xiao Yifeng:

“When you have time after we get back, come find me in Division Six. I’ll teach you the full incantation. But don’t rely too heavily on it. For formations before the late Tang Dynasty, it still works. After that… whether you can break out depends on your luck.”

“Let’s talk about luck after we get back,” Sun Desheng interrupted. “Right now we should focus on business.”

Seeing that Xiao Yifeng wasn’t injured, he continued:

“By the way, Old Xiao, did I ever give you any extra submachine guns from that Guangzhou job?”

“You mean the ones with drum magazines?” Xiao Yifeng was sharp and immediately understood Sun Desheng’s intent. He gave a bitter smile.

“Fine, I’ll explain myself—no need to ask. I joined the Municipal Investigation Bureau three years earlier than you. I was personally recruited by Director Gao Liang. I trained under Director Hao Wenming for three months, then transferred to Division Two under Director Qiu Bulao. The day you reorganized the Bureau, I was transferred to Division Five and promoted to deputy director.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Sun Desheng waved his hand. “It’s not like I don’t believe you. You’re hurting our brotherhood like this…”

He sighed dramatically.

Then suddenly turned to Hao Wenming.

“Hey Hao-head… what did you give me as a wedding gift again? My memory’s really bad. My wife even called me about it earlier.”

“Don’t play dumb. I gave you 2,000 yuan in cash. And you called me stingy for half a year!”

Hao Wenming kicked him lightly. In the entire Bureau, only he dared treat the former director Sun like this.

Sun Desheng dodged easily, laughing.

“Oh right, I remembered—it was Old Yang who gave me an ashtray. I’ll remember that for life.”

He waved his hand.

“Enough nonsense. Let’s keep moving up.”

The group continued up the stairs.

Most of the remaining formations had already been destroyed by Hao Wenming and Xiao Yifeng. On the way up, Hao Wenming explained what had happened on the eighth floor.

After hearing it, he said:

“Big Saint, I’ve never met someone more calculating than this. Every step we took was anticipated. No—this wasn’t just us. Everyone who entered this building was calculated from the start. Be careful with this opponent.”

They soon reached the eighth-floor corridor.

Hao Wenming pointed to both sides of the hallway:

“Not to mention, almost every room has bodies inside. Room 808 has the most. All of them are blacklisted evil cultivators.”

At that moment, Yang Xiao took a deep breath.

“The smell of death is very strong, but I can’t sense any lingering souls. Who used corpse oil here? Don’t tell me it’s my newly refined batch…”

He frowned.

“My corpse oil is supposed to repel evil spirits. Now we can’t even summon a soul for interrogation.”

“Old Yang, you’ve already messed up before even starting?” Sun Desheng laughed. “That’s not like you.”

He turned to Shen La.

“La Zi, your turn.”

Shen La nodded.

Two streaks of light suddenly flew out from behind him. In an instant, they vanished.

Before Che Qianzi could ask anything, Shen La spoke:

“Fifty-five dead. Same as Old Hao said—all blacklisted cultivators. Rooms 813 and 816 are empty, but each contains six formations.”

The two streaks of light reappeared in front of him and condensed back into two short swords, which he casually retracted.

Hao Wenming looked surprised.

“La Zi, you’ve learned a new ability? I’ve never seen that before. I’ve been in the Bureau my whole life, and I’ve never heard of anyone doing this.”

Sun Desheng explained for him:

“Your second brother controls those flying swords. They can scout the entire floor and act as his eyes.”

Che Qianzi frowned.

“A nice skill. You learned that in a bathhouse?”

Shen La looked at him helplessly.

“I’ll let it slide for Big Saint’s sake. But Sun Desheng, you really should discipline him. This attitude will get him beaten sooner or later.”

Sun Desheng just laughed it off.

“Let’s get back to business. La Zi, you’re sure there are no living people in Room 808? And no formations? I can’t handle random corpses jumping out at me.”

Shen La walked to Room 808 and opened the door without hesitation.

Inside were piles of corpses—faces frozen in death, eyes wide open.

The Bureau members were used to such scenes and paid little attention.

Confirming no immediate danger, Sun Desheng stepped inside with the others, carefully stepping over the bodies.

He looked out the window.

“Who exactly killed all the cultivators on this floor?”

He muttered:

“So the mouse and the cat have switched places… I just wonder where the real cat is now.”

While speaking, he wandered into the bedroom, searching for clues.

At that moment, Yang Jun, who had been silent, suddenly said:

“Big Saint, if the opponent is that calculating, he wouldn’t leave obvious clues. Even if something is found, it might be a trap.”

Sun Desheng continued searching, smiling.

“I get what you mean, Da Yang. But even a tiger naps sometimes. Maybe he left something behind without realizing it.”

As he spoke, his expression subtly changed for a brief moment—but he quickly returned to his usual careless grin.

“Looks like there really isn’t anything here. So meticulous… so cautious. Not easy to deal with.”

He walked back to the corpses and covered his nose.

“Brother, see this? These people didn’t die here. They were moved after death.”

Che Qianzi glanced at them.

“So what, he’s just a psycho.”

Then he added:

“But… there’s something under them. He buried something under the bodies so nobody would see it.”

He hesitated, disgusted by the corpses and unwilling to move them.

At that moment, Yang Xiao suddenly whistled.

The dead bodies slowly began to move.

One by one, they stood up and shuffled aside, clearing the entrance of Room 808 and revealing what lay beneath.