BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 150 One Busload

Hearing that the graffiti on the seat had already been wiped clean, Sun Desheng didn’t look surprised at all. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Xiao Yifeng, then said with a smile:

“Wiped clean, huh? Fine, it’s not the Mona Lisa—we don’t need to preserve it. We’ve already seen it and taken photos anyway. Now, has the body been reconstructed? And the victim’s background—has that been confirmed yet?”

He directed the question at the police officer beside him.

The officer immediately replied, “We’re still missing quite a bit, but the driver and passengers who were on that bus that day have all been detained. My people are still out searching for the remaining body parts, so we haven’t had time to interrogate them yet. As for the victim, we’ve already got basic information. I’ll bring it to you shortly.”

“No time to handle it? Then we’ll help you share the load,” Sun Desheng said with a grin.

“Listen, this case is already under a confidentiality protocol. During interrogation, no outsiders are allowed, and no audio or video recording of any kind is permitted. You understand what I mean, right?”

“I understand, I understand…” the officer nodded quickly, then turned and continued, “It wasn’t rush hour that day, and the route is fairly remote. Only nineteen people were on that bus in total. One of them had a heart attack during questioning and has already been sent to the hospital. The full list of suspects is in my office—you can review the interrogation order…”

“No need to go one by one,” Sun Desheng said with a strange smile.

“It’s too troublesome. Arrange a large room and gather them all together. Ask whatever you need directly in one go. Just prepare their identity information—that’s enough.”

“You want a collective interrogation? Won’t that lead to collusion…” the officer blinked, clearly having never heard of such a method before. “Maybe I can request support from other departments and bring in more interrogators…”

“Confidentiality rules! Do I need to recite them to you?” Sun Desheng’s expression turned serious as he looked at the nervous officer. “We have our own interrogation methods. If there’s a chance later, you can observe. Now go bring all the suspects out. Also—no need to continue collecting evidence on the bus. We’ll conduct the interrogation right here, on this bus.”

As a “department director,” Sun Desheng was the highest authority present. Even if it didn’t strictly follow procedure, no one dared object.

The forensic team withdrew from the bus. The officer then ordered the nineteen suspects to be brought over and seated in their original positions on the bus.

Once everyone was seated, Sun Desheng cleared out all unrelated personnel. He took the list of names, photos, and background files from the officer, then led the people from the Investigation Bureau onto the bus.

Inside sat men and women of all ages—some in their sixties, even an elementary school student among them. All of them wore expressions of panic, completely unaware of what crime they had supposedly committed.

Sun Desheng took a seat near the center of the bus, flipped through the list, and said casually to the group:

“Don’t be nervous. This is just routine procedure. I don’t know if you all understand why you’re here, so I’ll explain again.”

“Yesterday afternoon, a woman named Gao Yilian boarded this bus. After she got on, she disappeared. This morning, her body was found—cut into pieces. The remains were dumped in a park…”

At that moment, a slightly overweight middle-aged woman in the front row began trembling uncontrollably.

Sun Desheng glanced at her and continued:

“There is evidence proving Gao Yilian was killed on this bus. After that, someone dismembered her into more than ten parts, took them off the bus, and dumped them in different locations. Do none of you remember what happened on this bus yesterday?”

As he spoke, he handed Xiao Yifeng the photos taken from roadside surveillance cameras showing people carrying black plastic bags off the bus.

“Old Xiao, show them. Do you really not remember how the body was dismembered—or how the parts were taken away?”

Xiao Yifeng distributed the photos to the corresponding suspects.

After seeing them, everyone’s expressions changed drastically. Some began gagging from nausea, others quickly opened windows for air.

Sun Desheng simply watched them silently, his expression unreadable.

When Xiao Yifeng finished, he asked again:

“So… no one remembers what happened on that bus yesterday?”

The first to speak was a middle-aged man who looked like a state-owned enterprise accountant.

“Leader… sir… I really can’t remember anything after I got on the bus. The police already asked me to recall it. I’ve tried, but it’s all blurry. I remember getting on, but I don’t remember getting off or how I got home. It’s like I slept after getting home, and only woke up when my wife came back from work. You can ask her if you don’t believe me…”

The second was a middle school student with a crew cut.

“I… I don’t remember anything either. I don’t even know how I got to tutoring after getting off the bus. I only started remembering things when my mom came to pick me up. You can ask my mom and my tutor…”

The files showed the boy had recently moved with his single mother and had only been in the new city for half a month. Everything matched police records.

The rest of the passengers gave similar answers—complete memory loss.

Only the driver was different.

He swallowed nervously and said:

“Officer, you can’t say I did it… I’m different from them. I remember what happened yesterday afternoon. But there was nothing strange at all. They got on, I drove, they got off at stops—just like every day. There was nothing about murder or dismemberment…”

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, sweat forming on his forehead.

Sun Desheng shook his head and said:

“Buddy, it’s not that I don’t believe you—but explain it yourself. You were the one driving the bus, and everything happened on your bus. Everyone else has no memory of it, only you do.”

“Others just dumped body parts and left it at that—but you brought the most valuable piece back home… the head, and even put it in your fridge.”

“If you didn’t have something to hide, why would you keep it?”

The driver opened his mouth, wanting to say he had also lost that memory—but he quickly realized that wouldn’t work.

Everyone else could claim amnesia. He couldn’t.

Because he clearly remembered what he did that afternoon.