Chapter 661: Chapter 527: Yingwei
The young team member looked around and questioned, "This area is quite spacious. How are we supposed to know where the ghost is hiding?"
Thinking of the black hole that appeared when the Source Ghost killed, Yang Xiao guessed the Source Ghost was hiding in the sewer. This guess was also affirmed by the silver-haired captain. Investigation results showed that after those two guys had killed, they were busy dismembering and discarding the body and probably didn’t have time to dig a deep pit to bury it.
Finding the closest sewer manhole cover, Lu Wencheng confidently claimed there was an eighty percent chance that the ghost was hiding beneath. Hearing this, the young team member rolled up his sleeves, ready to lift the cover, which scared Lu Wencheng badly. He hastily called out:
"Wait! What about the dismembered corpse?"
The three of them had come empty-handed. If they opened the manhole cover and discovered the ghost’s tracks without the body, it would be akin to seeking their own death.
Previously delayed by other matters, it was only now that Lu Wencheng realized that these three hadn’t brought the body at all. Wasn’t this a setback?
Unexpectedly, the young team member grinned, reached into his bag, and, showing off, began to pull something out. In the next second, Lu Wencheng and Yang Xiao were both stunned. They saw a meticulously wrapped corpse emerge, with its head covered by a transparent bag, barely making out the face of a bald man. His death looked miserable, with a grimace of pain.
But the bag was only so big. Forget a whole body—stuffing a head inside seemed difficult. Yang Xiao immediately realized that the bag was no ordinary item; it was also a magic artifact, similar in function to his own Soul-Capturing Mirror, both having the ability to store things.
In a matter of seconds, the young team member pulled out the dismembered body and dropped it on the ground. Indeed, there was only the upper half, the vicious wound at the waist crudely wrapped with a woven bag and yellow transparent tape, continuously emitting waves of foul odor.
After receiving the silver-haired captain’s nod of approval, everyone dispersed. The young team member, as if performing a magic trick, pulled a crowbar out of the bag. In no time, he pried open the old manhole cover and moved it aside.
The instant the manhole cover was fully opened, a chill spread from the opening. The young team member was about to throw the half-corpse down, but Lu Wencheng, quick as lightning, stopped him and regretfully slapped his thigh, "Wrong! All wrong!"
"What’s wrong?" the girl questioned.
"This isn’t right. I didn’t realize this tower can’t contain this ghost. It can still move around beneath here." Lu Wencheng visibly panicked.
Yang Xiao also got confused, "You mean to say the ghost...it got away?"
"Sort of. But since the tower is still standing, not yet collapsed, it proves that the ghost is still somewhat restricted. It wouldn’t have gone far—its lower half must be nearby. Not in this sewer, then definitely in one of the nearby ones."
"Then what are we waiting for, let’s go find it!" The young team member, always ready for action, was about to put the lid back on the manhole to continue the search.
However, Lu Wencheng held him back, his eyes full of conflict as he struggled to voice his thoughts.
The young team member stared at Lu Wencheng’s hand holding him with a disgusted expression as if he had swallowed a fly, forcefully shaking it off and warned, "I...I’ll have you know, I’m a married man. I don’t like what you’re insinuating!"
"It’s not that. We can’t just seal this manhole back up. By opening the manhole rashly, we’ve disrupted the Feng Shui here. If we just leave like this, we’ll alert the ghost, and not only will it attack us, but we’ll never find its corpse." Lu Wencheng explained.
At his words, the young team member immediately lost his composure, grabbing the crowbar in his hand, ready to have a ’talk’ with Lu Wencheng. Luckily, it was a critical moment when the silver-haired captain spoke up, his gaze calmly falling on Lu Wencheng, comforting, "Don’t panic. Tell us how we can remedy this."
Lu Wencheng hesitated for a moment before biting the bullet and speaking the truth, "We need someone to go down and block the Feng Shui point."
"A living person," he emphasized.
The silver-haired captain contemplated, "Use a living pillar?"
"Sort of...sort of. As long as we seal this off, the Feng Shui won’t be disturbed in the short term, and the ghost won’t notice any anomaly here." Lu Wencheng hastily explained but immediately regretted it after saying those words—there were only five of them here.
Of course, the most nervous at this news was Yang Xiao. After all, Lu Wencheng was still useful to the patrol defense trio, whereas he seemed somewhat redundant at this moment.
Nonchalantly slipping his hand into his pocket, clutching the Soul-Capturing Mirror, Yang Xiao’s gaze flitted about, looking left and right for a place to use the Mirror.
In front of the three from the Patrol Defense Office, even if he deployed the Ghost Duster, it was useless; the sheer power difference left him with no thought of struggling.
But this little scheme was seen through straight away. As soon as his palm gripped the Soul-Capturing Mirror, the young woman across from him seemed to sense it. She lifted her small western-style umbrella and gently tapped Yang Xiao with the tip, raising her eyebrows in a challenge without saying a word.
Yang Xiao smartly took his hand out of his pocket, pretending nothing had happened, and silently awaited his fate.
"We need a living person..." The young team member reached back into his bag and after a moment of searching, suddenly laughed. In the next second, to Yang Xiao’s astonishment, the young team member’s hand emerged, clutching a mess of hair, pulling a person out.
It was a young man dressed in what was once a trendy floral shirt, but his eyes were vacant, saliva and mucus flowing unabashedly from his mouth. He was clearly in a state of severe mental shock. What shocked Yang Xiao and the others more was the man’s identity; he was the "lover" who conspired with the victim’s "husband" to brutally harm the victim, a man involved in the flesh trade.
