BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 152 Siblings

Seeing Sun Desheng and the others, the middle school student lunged toward Sun Fatty like an ape.

But how could Shen La, who was guarding the cabinet door, possibly let him run wild?

In the instant the boy leapt forward, the white-haired man had already seized his throat and slammed him back into the wardrobe doorway. No matter how much he struggled, Shen La kept his grip locked tight.

The boy still refused to give in. Even though his vital point was restrained, he still swung his arms and legs wildly at Shen La.

Seeing him flailing about, Che Qianzi walked over and kicked him hard between the legs.

That one kick made the boy’s eyes roll back instantly. He let out a sharp, piercing scream, spat out a mouthful of white foam, and then passed out inside the cabinet.

That one devastating kick made even Sun Desheng instinctively clench his own legs.

“La Zi, you can’t be kind to everyone. Sometimes you just have to do it like this.”

Che Qianzi casually said this to Shen La, then glanced at the unconscious boy and turned to Sun Desheng:

“Fatty, this little brat—he’s some old monster in disguise, right? Or maybe he got possessed?”

Sun Desheng gave a bitter smile.

“Brother, you’re underestimating us. If it were possession, the Hao brothers would’ve noticed it. As for whether he’s in disguise…”

Before he could finish, Hao Zhengyi stepped forward from behind Sun Desheng.

The Chief Hao crouched in front of the cabinet, lifted the boy’s eyelids for a look, then took out a long silver needle and pierced several major acupoints across his body.

After finishing the treatment, and seeing no reaction from the boy, he turned back to Sun Desheng and said in a low voice:

“This child is his true body. But his actual age is older than his appearance—likely between thirty-five and forty. He was probably born with dwarfism, and has taken a lot of anti-aging drugs over time, which is why he still looks like a teenager.”

At that moment, the couple—Li Hui and his wife—who had been too afraid to enter the bedroom, finally reacted.

Trembling, they walked over.

Li Hui said to Sun Desheng:

“Leader… what is going on here? Why is this student in my cabinet? Zhang Haixia, how could you do this to me?! Cheating outside is one thing, but you even brought a child into our house? Do you know that’s illegal?!”

As he spoke, he tried to start fighting with his wife again.

Only for Hao Wenming to step in and pull them apart. He casually made up an explanation:

“Do you still not understand? This kid has a mental illness. We are his attending doctors. He’s seriously ill and highly aggressive.

The bus dismemberment case never existed—it was just a therapeutic procedure we coordinated with the police.

Don’t get worked up. Afterward, we’ll provide some compensation to make up for your losses.”

Hearing that his wife hadn’t cheated on him—and that there would even be compensation—Li Hui immediately quieted down.

He just urged them to leave quickly. Since they weren’t actually police, his attitude became noticeably less respectful.

So Shen La personally carried the still-unconscious middle schooler, and the group left Li Hui’s home.

Back in the minibus, Hao Wenming drove toward the boy’s residence.

As the vehicle started moving, Che Qianzi asked Sun Desheng:

“Fatty, I still don’t get it. There were nineteen people on that bus—how are you so sure it’s this kid?”

Sun Desheng chuckled.

“Brother, among those nineteen people, only this kid is a recent arrival to this city.

Think about it—who would live near a prison for ten or eight years just to kill someone? After getting the passenger list, I had people investigate him.

There really is a student with the same name—but that kid went abroad with his parents a month ago.

This one exploited a loophole and used someone else’s identity to transfer here.”

Che Qianzi immediately warned him:

“You said there’s also a single mother, right? Then she can’t be spared either. Go arrest her quickly.”

Sun Desheng smiled again.

“Brother, you’ll understand when we get there.”

The boy’s home wasn’t far. In less than ten minutes, they arrived in front of an old residential building.

Before they even got out of the car, Sun Desheng pointed at the building:

“This is a demolition building. Over ninety percent of the residents have already moved out.

Only a few stubborn holdouts remain. One of them owns two apartments and rented one of them cheaply to that pair.”

They got out, carried the still-unconscious boy, and went up to the fourth floor.

Before they even found the unit number, a door in the middle opened.

A familiar voice sounded out:

“Sun Desheng—only you would keep dragging me out here from so far away.

If Director Wu has anything to say later, you’d better have your lady help me put in a good word.”

It was Yang Xiao.

After entering with Old Yang, they saw a middle-aged woman sitting blankly on the sofa.

“This must be the single mother who brought her child here for work,” Sun Desheng said with a smile, glancing at the woman.

Then he turned to Yang Xiao:

“Old Yang, what did you do to this lady? Nothing serious, right? I still need to question her.”

“She tried to attack me. I couldn’t be bothered dealing with her, so I sent a little ghost to possess her.”

He then turned to the woman:

“Go on, pull out her soul. Didn’t you hear Sun Bureau Chief wants to question her?”

“Yes, just wait a moment. This little woman is a bit troublesome…”

But the woman suddenly spoke with a man’s voice.

Her expression shifted—from blank, to flattering, to furious.

She let out a roar and tried to lunge at Yang Xiao.

But the white-haired man was faster. He lightly tapped her forehead.

That seemingly casual tap carried immense force. The woman collapsed instantly, blood flowing from all seven orifices.

Seeing her fall, Yang Xiao said coldly:

“I already told you. In front of me, our strength is worlds apart.

Right now, you’re nothing more than fish on my chopping board.”

Watching Old Yang act so confidently, Sun Desheng chuckled:

“Old Yang, last time Volcano knocked you down, he said the same thing…”

Then he stopped and turned back toward the woman:

“Sister, look who I brought you.”

Shen La threw the unconscious boy in front of her.

Seeing her “son,” the woman assumed he had been killed by them and immediately burst into tears, holding the boy’s body.

“All human lives are the same… you women can kill others without hesitation, but when it comes to your own, you can’t handle it?”

Sun Desheng sat on the sofa and looked at the “mother and child.”

“Tell me—this kid… is he your son, or your husband? Don’t worry, he’s only unconscious, not dead yet.

But whether he lives or dies depends on you. I’ve got a few questions.”

“We’re not mother and son—we’re siblings.”

Before Sun Desheng could finish, the woman had already realized her “brother” was only unconscious.

Looking at these people—and thinking of Yang Xiao’s methods—she cooperated immediately and began speaking:

“I know you are from the Civil Affairs Bureau. As long as you spare our lives, I’ll tell you everything…

My name is He Sulan, and my brother is He Kun. We are overseas Chinese from Indonesia…”

She paused, then sighed softly and continued:

“Our family is a branch of a domestic ghost arts lineage. Since ancient times, we’ve been in the business of curse-killing…”