BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 147 Graffiti

In the quiet vehicle cabin, even though the phone was not on speaker, Shao Yiyi’s voice still came through clearly. Both of Sun Desheng’s brothers heard it without difficulty.

Che Qianzi didn’t react much, but Shen La’s eyebrows twitched slightly. Still, he said nothing—only glanced at Sun Fatty through the rearview mirror.

Sun Desheng awkwardly ended the call, chuckled dryly, and said, “That… I was talking in my sleep, and my wife overheard it. Not me exaggerating—only you three know this. Heaven is my witness, apart from me, you two, and my wife, there is absolutely no fourth person who knows.”

Before he could finish, the phone rang again.

Seeing the caller ID, Sun Desheng immediately made a “quiet” gesture to Shen La and Che Qianzi, then carefully answered.

“Director Wu, what brings you to call me? Any instructions?”

Hearing that it was Wu Rendi, both Shen La and Che Qianzi perked up, straining to hear.

From the other end came that familiar sharp, mocking voice:

“Instructions? I wouldn’t dare. I heard from Yiyi that the Xiao guy from the Fifth Division was dragged into trouble and died because of you? You’re getting more and more capable. When are you going to drag me into trouble too? Stop watching too many messy movies and trying to play undercover agents. Alright, tell Yiyi I’ve already comforted you.”

And just like that, he hung up.

Sun Desheng didn’t even dare argue. He didn’t even dare breathe loudly.

After a long pause, he finally said with a complicated expression, “Alright… apart from me, you two, my wife, and Director Wu, there’s still no fifth person who knows.”

When the three of them arrived at the accident site, everything had mostly been cleared.

The injured had already been sent to the hospital. Traffic police had taken evidence and moved the damaged vehicles aside to reopen the highway.

Sun Fatty found the local traffic police captain. After mentioning Old Zheng’s name, he began asking what exactly had happened and how it had nearly shut down the expressway.

The captain sighed helplessly.

“Sir, I’ve been doing traffic enforcement for over twenty years. This is the first time I’ve seen something like this…”

“See that container truck? It was driving against traffic at full speed and slammed straight into that Volvo. Luckily, the Volvo driver reacted fast and jumped out in time.”

“But the cars behind weren’t so lucky. Two people died on the spot. I heard more died on the way to the hospital…”

Following his pointing direction, they saw a massive container truck lying diagonally by the roadside, with several crushed cars nearby.

The Volvo was the most badly damaged—completely flattened. Fortunately, there was no visible blood inside.

That should have been Xiao Yifeng’s car.

Behind it, several other vehicles were heavily damaged, with bloodstains clearly visible. The brutality of the crash scene was obvious.

After hearing the report, Sun Desheng asked, “Everything’s wrecked like this… what about the truck driver? Was he caught?”

“We caught him,” the captain said with a sigh, “but he’s making a scene, saying he was possessed—claiming a ghost was controlling the truck.”

“We tested him for alcohol; nothing. We suspect he’s on drugs. He’s been sent for toxicology tests. If it turns out to be drug driving causing such a massive fatal accident, plus his poor attitude, he’s probably going straight to the execution bullet.”

Sun Desheng nodded.

After a brief exchange, he arranged for Shen La to inspect the truck.

The white-haired man circled the vehicle several times, inside and out, then returned and gave Sun Fatty a look—signaling that there were no useful clues.

Sun Desheng understood and thanked the captain before leaving with the others.

About ten minutes later, they stopped at a small hotel and went straight to room 303 on the third floor.

The Xiao Yifeng who had narrowly escaped death on the highway was hiding there.

When Sun Desheng knocked and entered, he found not only Xiao Yifeng, but also the Hao brothers—Hao Wenming and Hao Zhengyi—protecting him.

After both sides met, Che Qianzi spoke first.

“Old Xiao, why pick such a small hotel? And right by the highway—aren’t you worried the people behind this might come after you?”

Xiao Yifeng, treating Che Qianzi politely due to Sun Desheng’s presence, replied seriously:

“I’ve handled cases here before. The owner recognizes me, so I don’t need to register my ID.”

“I had just left Xiaobei Prison when someone targeted me on the way back. I don’t know where the leak happened, but it’s safer to avoid using identification if possible. I’m also not very comfortable with this, so I asked the Hao directors to help me.”

“You’re too polite,” Hao Wenming said with a bitter smile. “Even if you didn’t ask us, we wouldn’t be able to stay in the bureau anyway.”

“You don’t know what’s going on there now. Last night, Director Ren returned and woke everyone on duty. He even used the chief’s authority to open the Fifth Division armory—took out everything. Now his old office has basically become a weapons depot. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he’s preparing for war…”

Before he could finish, Hao Zhengyi interrupted.

“We’ll talk about Director Ren later. Right now, the question is—are they definitely targeting him? Or is there something else behind this?”

Sun Desheng smiled faintly.

“For now, we can’t tell. But since someone is trying to silence Old Xiao, it means he must have found something at Xiaobei Prison. He probably hasn’t even realized it himself. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have rushed to eliminate him.”

Xiao Yifeng thought for a moment and shook his head.

“Everything I’ve found was provided by prison guards and local police. If that alone is worth killing over, then they’d have to silence at least fifty people in Xiaobei Prison.”

“Everything I accessed was officially recorded… wait—there actually was one thing I found myself.”

He suddenly paused, as if remembering something.

Then he pulled up a photo on his phone and handed it to Sun Desheng.

“This is something I saw when I was interviewing the bus driver. I found it interesting and took a picture.”

Everyone leaned in.

On the screen was a crude red graffiti drawing on the last row of a bus seat.

It showed a headless person desperately running.

It was so poorly drawn that it looked meaningless—certainly not a talisman or anything recognizable, even to the Hao brothers.

Even Sun Desheng couldn’t make sense of it.

Still, he asked, “Old Xiao, you checked the bus too? Was there no surveillance?”

“There was,” Xiao Yifeng replied while sending the photo to Yang Xiao. “But only the front camera worked. The rear camera was broken.”

“It confirmed that a woman boarded at the Xiaobei Prison stop, but no one knows when she got off.”

Just as the photo was sent, Yang Xiao called back immediately.

Xiao Yifeng answered on speaker.

As soon as the call connected, Yang Xiao’s anxious voice came through:

“Xiao Yifeng, where did you see that photo? Don’t say anything else—delete it immediately. Someone is using that symbol to hide corpses…”