S.C.I. Mystery Vol. 1, Ch. 42

Killer Training Camp 14: Sons of God

Zhan Zhao rushed back to the S.C.I.'s office and search through some boxes.

Bai Yutang and Bai Chi, who had followed along, saw Zhan Zhao looking around anxiously, and watched him in puzzlement.

"Kitty, what are you looking for?"

"Xiao Bai, do you remember when I bought a batch of old English newspapers last time?" Zhan Zhao asked as he looked.

Bai Yutang thought about it, "Are those what you came to talk about?"

"Yeah... I remember they’re around here somewhere." Zhan Zhao continued to look anxiously, "Could I have thrown them out?"

"No! They’re in the second-to-last cabinet to the right side of your filing cabinet." Bai Yutang said with certainty.

"...? ... Really?" Zhan Zhao was skeptical.

"Absolutely!" Bai Yutang nodded and walked over to stop Zhan Zhao from opening the cabinet door. "I came here earlier and it was dangerous." As he spoke, he turned sideways, suddenly pulled the cabinet door open, and dodged! —— "Fwoosh", the old yellow newspapers poured out like a tidal wave...

"How could this happen?" Zhan Zhao stared at the mountain of newspaper.

Bai Yutang shrugged. "With the way you were forcefully stuffing them in, I knew it would erupt one day!!"

"Help me find it!" Zhan Zhao rolled up his sleeves and rushed to dig something out of the newspaper mountain. "Help me find an article called ‘The Son of the Gods,’ which was probably in a newspaper more than seven years ago."

"The Son of the Gods?" Bai Yutang was bewildered. "Son of the Gods? What? A novel?"

"No, it's a psychological report." Zhan Zhao rummaged quickly.

"Bai Chi! Come and help!" Bai Yutang was dizzy at the sight of all these full-text yellow newspapers and called to Bai Chi, who was still carrying his bread.

Putting it down, Bai Chi wiped his hands on his pants and rushed into the pile of newspapers.

The three quickly rummaged around, and Bai Yutang suddenly tapped Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao quickly looked at him, "Found it?"

Bai Yutang shook his head and pointed his finger at Bai Chi. He was browsing the newspapers at an inhuman speed.

Zhan Zhao smiled and whispered, "With his IQ, he can see at least ten thousand words per minute, and believe it or not, he can memorize it only after a glance.”

"Really?" Bai Yutang's eyes widened. "Isn't that better than a computer?"

Zhan Zhao blinked, "Your Bai family finally has someone with a brain."

"En~~" Bai Yutang nodded in agreement, before he reacted, "Dammed Cat, are you saying I’m all brawn and no brain?"

"I didn’t say anything."

"You~~"

"Ah!" Xiao Bai Chi shouted just as the two brothers were about to start clamoring again, "I found it!"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at him at the same time.

They saw Bai Chi struggling out of the newspaper surrounding him. He handed the newspaper to Zhan Zhao proudly, and asked, "Brother, check if this is the case."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao both took in a breath at the same time. They had appeared!!! The ears had come out and the tail had begun to wag!!! —So cute~~~

Zhan Zhao took a look at the newspaper. It was from 1976. On the third page of the academic special section, there was an article was, indeed, surprisingly titled "The Son of the Gods”. Although it was only the size of dried tofu, Bai Chi still did not miss it.

"That's it." Zhan Zhao looked at Bai Chi with surprise.

Seeing the smile in Zhan Zhao's eyes, Bai Chi narrowed his eyes in contentment. Zhan Zhao reached out and patted his head, "Good boy~~~ You’re too capable."

Upon being praised, Bai Chi was so happy that his ears were pulled down and his tail shook even more happily. Bai Yutang weakly held his forehead. Was this child really from the Bai family?? Genetic mutation!!!!!

Zhan Zhao was reading the report intently.

"Kitty, what does this report have to do with the case?" Bai Yutang came over curiously, and Xiao Bai Chi leaned in.

"This is an early research report on personality division. In this report, people with split personality are described as a group with special abilities given by God, a species above ordinary humans, and are therefore called the ‘Sons of the Gods’. I was very impressed with this article because the author advocates that these 'Sons of the Gods' are the greatest and most ultimate weapon of humanity.” Pointing at a section of the article, Zhan Zhao continued, "Look at these words: ‘Whoever has the ability to control these ultimate weapons will be the king of the world in the future.’"

"Wow~~" Bai Yutang laughed. "This is too close to the logic for this case. Could the author be a prophet?"

"Having said that, Kitty," Bai Yutang seemed to ponder, "~~Have you read all of these newspapers? And you remember them?"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Chi turned to look at him at the same time and asked, "What's the problem with that?"

………… Bai Yutang smiled and shook his head. “No problem.” He coughed and said without changing his face, “Continue! Continue the case!”

Bai Chi pointed to the author's name under the title and said, "Who is this Vincent Brown?"

"Vincent Brown?" Zhan Zhao muttered the name, "Vincent... Brown... Ah!"

"It's Professor Wilson's real name!" Zhan Zhao exclaimed softly.

"What?" Bai Yutang was also surprised. "Kitty, are you sure? Doesn't the old man say that split personalities do not exist? Why does this article say he is an absolute fan of them~~"

Zhan Zhao frowned, "I’m not sure."

"He believed it 30 years ago, and now he doesn’t believe it?" Bai Chi asked, "It's like how I believed in Santa Claus ten years ago, and now ten years later..."

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao turned to look at him, and Bai Chi shut up obediently, "Just, just pretend I didn't say that."

Sitting in the newspaper, Bai Yutang touched his chin and said, "Kitty, I suddenly thought of something."

"Oh?" Zhan Zhao looked at him with interest. "Such a coincidence, I also thought of something. You go first."

Bai Yutang nodded and said, "Now, the cause of this case was that Professor Wilson was shot at by a sniper rifle. It was quite dangerous, but he happened to escape. This time, his own wife stabbed him at a dinner he was hosting, and he’s coincidentally alive. "

Zhan Zhao and Bai Chi nodded.

"On the surface he looks like an absolute victim, but upon closer consideration, it feels strange." Bai Yutang concluded.

"En." Zhan Zhao nodded in agreement, stood up, and picked up a piece of white paper and a few pens from the table.

"Let's straighten out the relationships between all the characters in this case." He picked up a pen and drew a circle on the white paper, continuing, "First of all, the manipulated people in the case, you see, are Qi Lei, Yang Feng, and Jon."

"Qi Lei and Jon have a connection, and that is the sniper rifle." Zhan Zhao drew the circles of the two into a cross and wrote the word "seized" in the middle.

"And these two people have something to do with Pang Yu!" Bai Yutang said, "Qi Lei learned to use a gun at his shooting club, and he and Jon are friends."

"That's right!" Zhan Zhao continued, "That is to say, both cases were directed at Pang Yu."

"Qi Lei and Yang Feng are actually not related, but there is another link between them, which is Jia Zhengyan!" The intelligent Xiao Bai Chi studied Zhan Zhao's logic and made his own analysis, "The intersection between Jia Zhengyan and Jon is the medicine!"

"Very good!" Zhan Zhao patted his head. "In an analogy, the case is a chain, and the complete crime is bound to be a closed circle by the end! In other words, there must be one or more rings between Jia Zhengyan and Pang Yu, connecting them to each other."

"That is, the next thing we need to find is someone who has a relationship with Pang Yu and Jia Zhengyan! Or a network of relationships." Zhan Zhao concluded. “These two have very different jobs and statuses, so there should only be a few such people. "

"Don't forget!" Bai Yutang said suddenly, "Qi Le may have seen something!”

Zhan Zhao and Bai Chi both looked up at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yutang looked strange. "Why else would someone try to kill Qi Le?"

Zhan Zhao asked blankly, "Xiao Bai, has anyone said..."

"Said what?" Bai Yutang was puzzled. Could he have made a fool of himself??

Suddenly reaching out and rubbing Bai Yutang's hair, Zhan Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Sometimes you are stupid like a microorganism, and sometimes even smarter than genius!!!"

Bai Yutang hair was disheveled, and his face was frustrated, "Microorganism?? Kitty... demoted again~~~"



In the shooting range of the Guanglong Shooting Club of S City

Ma Han finished his last shot, and there was a whistle.

The shooting coach clapped his hands and looked at the shooting target. "Oh my God, you could go to the Olympic Games!!! You are definitely not an amateur!!!"

Ma Han lowered his gun, glanced coldly at the coach, and turned away.

"Hello! Wait! Do you want to be a coach?" The shooting coach chased after him and followed Ma Han into the locker room.

While Ma Han took off his tracksuit, the coach talked to him, "You are so cool, I haven't even seen you say anything. Seriously, are you a professional?"

"I'm a policeman," Mahan said coldly.

"..." The man was apparently stunned, "You... oh! You must be a sniper!!"

Ma Han was sensitive to the fact that from the moment he had started, it seemed as though someone had been staring at him from the dark—maybe hiding in the corner or maybe through a camera... It’s just that he was a sniper with many years of practical experience. When it came to sensitivity, no one could compare with him in the entire police force aside from Bai Yutang.

Success or failure may come in one fell swoop... Ma Han made up his mind that after so many days of not exposing himself, he would finally show them crazy.

The coach was about to say more, but suddenly felt like the atmosphere around him was wrong, and he looked up at Mahan... One glance from him paralyzed him and knocked him to the ground.

At that moment, Ma Han's eyes opened wide. His pupils seemed to be enlarged, the blue veins in his forehead pulsed, and his nose flared. Instead of his normally cold face, he was wearing a slightly eerie smile. He looked at him like a different person.

Ma Han crouched slowly, reached out and gently held the coach's neck. He watched the blood flowing through it as if he would open his mouth full of sharp teeth at any time and bite down.

"You... what are you doing..." The coach's voice trembled.

Mahan seemed to be able to hear the secret watcher's breath, and it was getting more and more intense—The next moment was key.

The fingers curled with an amazing strength.

The coach desperately reached out and slapped Ma Han's hand, but he felt like an ant trying to topple a giant tree. Ma Han was smiling in a cold, bloodthirsty manner.

"No... help... help~~ help~~~" The coach shouted hoarsely.

Instantly, Ma Han seemed as though he was pierced with a needle and suddenly sprung back.

He released his grip a bit and looked at the coach, who was struggling to break free.

The coach covered his neck mottled with blue and purple fingerprints and ran away screaming in horror.

Ma Han just knelt on the spot, staring at his hand. It was still shaking slightly. He beat at his head as though in pain and uttered a series of muffled noises. Then, as though he was crazy, he began punching the metal locker next to him, over and over again, emitting a scream like a baby animal from his throat, full of pain and despair.

He performed every important point that Zhan Zhao had told him to do, doing everything he could... Finally, there was blood on the locker. Ma Han stared blankly at his hand, stood up tremblingly, and escaped in despair...

Ma Han hadn't been gone for a long time when another person walked into the locker room. He had already enjoyed the show thoroughly in front of the monitor and felt quite satisfied. He walked to the locker with blood and touched the sticky residue with his fingers... another excellent Son of the Devil.

Back at home and sitting in front of the computer, Ma Han returned to his senses and felt exhausted.

"Brother, are you back?" His sister came into his room, "... Brother! What's wrong with your hand?" Ma Xin exclaimed, "Mom~~ Mom..."

"Shhhhhhh~~" Ma Han hurriedly brought his sister in and closed the door. "You can't let mom know. She’ll kill me!!!"

"Your hands are bleeding!!!" Ma Xin angrily pulled out a medicine box from the cabinet to treat Ma Han's wound.

"How is school?" Ma Han asked with a smile, looking at his sister’s unhappy face, "My future doctor!"

"I’m just a freshman!!! Sherlock (1)!!!"

Ma Xin carefully bandaged Ma Han’s hand. She said, "Mom cooked the red bean soup that somebody likes to drink, but that someone is definitely afraid to go out like this."

Mahan looked at his wrapped hand that was comparable to that of a mummy with a bitter face. "XinXin, aren’t you exaggerating it?"

"I'll bring it in for you~~ for your poor sake." Ma Xin walked out with a smile, and after a while returned with a filled bowl of red bean soup.

Ma Han's bad mood came to an end with the sweet and delicious red bean soup. He suddenly thought of Qi Le, who seemed to be about the same age as Ma Xin... He didn't know how she had felt when Qi Lei had died, but if he died, Ma Xin would probably collapse...

"Huh~~" He looked down at the thick bandages on his hands, "Killer Training Camp? ... damn..."

Ding~~~ The computer screen flashed...

Ma Han looked at the computer with some disbelief. There was an email notification... The hand that reached out to grab the mouse trembled uncontrollably.

He effortlessly opened the email, and a short sentence came into view: "Listen to the devil in your heart and use your gun to remove the waste that should not exist."

The signature turned out to be Killer Training Camp.

Ma Han was stunned for three seconds, then bounced up. "Telephone... telephone..."



Bai Yutang sat on the sofa in a daze, listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom. He thought about the countless drops of water falling onto Zhan Zhao's body... trickling slowly down the white skin...

He shook his head hard. Don’t think about it... His nose was starting to bleed.

Dididididid~~~~ He was surprised by the sudden ringing of his phone and pulled it out—Ma Han?!!

Bai Yutang almost jumped up and quickly pressed the answer button, "Hey, Ma Han?!"

"Boss! Here we go!"

"What?" Bai Yutang felt like Ma Han's voice was shaking... or that perhaps his voice was trembling as well.

"Kill... the Killer Training Camp sent me an email. Hurry up and call Dr. Zhan so that I can reply to it..." Ma Han was a little excited.

"Ah... oh, yes!" Bai Yutang rushed to the bathroom with the phone, reached out and opened the bathroom door.

"Kitty! Kitty, phone! Pho..."

In the steam, Zhan Zhao was standing naked under the shower. The drops of water rolled down his body, and his hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing his handsome forehead.

Bai Yutang's mind was chaotic, and he could only think that the Cat had fine, white skin, a slender waist, long legs, small and delicate joints... and long eyelashes with water beading on them, big, round eyes… a little ass~~~

Heaven～～～～

Bai Yutan’s nose felt itchy, and his head was hot.

On the other side of the phone, Ma Han waited for a long time without hearing an answer. He was wondering what was going on when he heard a loud cry that shook the sky, "Ah~~ Dammed Mouse! Get out!!!"

…………………………

After two minutes.

Zhan Zhao, wrapped in a bathrobe, stood angrily in front of the computer and pressed the speakerphone button on the phone. "Mahan, forward the message to me."

"Okay." Ma Han quickly forwarded the message to Zhan Zhao.

Opening the letter, Zhan Zhao glanced at it. He complimented Ma Han on doing a good job, "You don't need to reply to the email at the moment!"

"I don’t need to reply?" Mahan asked.

Zhan Zhao quickly tapped on the keyboard and sent him three letters, "Mahan, look, I sent you three letters marked with sequence numbers. You may not be able to go to sleep tonight."

"No problem! What should I do?"

"He will send you that email many times. On the second time, you will reply with the first one I gave you. When he sends it the fifth time, you will reply with the second one. Then you can sleep. Now, between five and six in the morning, whether or not he sends you a message, you will send him the third letter. "

"Okay..." Ma Han and Zhan Zhao spoke a few more words. Bai Yutang, standing behind him, was unable to hear any of it. His mind was full of the vision he had just seen. Zhan Zhao was wrapped in a thin bathrobe, but it couldn't stop Bai Yutang's imagination. Not to mention the neck, long legs and naked feet exposed outside the bathrobe... Because he was in a hurry, he hadn't even worn slippers. His tender, white feet; his neat and smooth toes... Cute... Sexy...

Unconsciously, he reached out.

Hanging up the phone, Zhan Zhao was a little excited. It seemed that Ma Han's operation had achieved the most success. At least, it was determined that the shooting club had a direct relationship with the Killer Training Camp.

His waist tensed slightly in reaction to Bai Yutang, who was embracing him from behind, and a warm breath came from behind his ears…...

"Don't make trouble. Let’s talk about the case....... Ah!" Zhan Zhao exclaimed shortly, biting his lower lip and staring at Bai Yutang, "You... Mmmm~~"

Bai Yutang reached into Zhan Zhao's bathrobe with one hand, and gently stroked the delicate bumps on his chest, prompting Zhan Zhao to tremble.....

He lowered his head and kissed the lips that wanted to protest. The other hand gradually slipped along the waistline and found the gap between the two sides of the bathrobe. He groped his way in and stroked the smooth and slender legs, gradually upwards and inwards~~~

"N..." Zhan Zhao, who was lightheaded from the kisses, felt Bai Yutang's hand touch his sensitive area......

"Wait...... Wait... Yutang......"

Zhan Zhao tried hard to stay aware and reached out and pushed against Bai Yutang's restless teasing, but the man suddenly sucked on his ears.

"En~~" Zhan Zhao felt panicked and felt that in Bai Yutang, who was close behind him, something seemed to have changed. The heat burning against his waist gradually stiffened and slowly rubbed...

"Ah..." Zhan Zhao turned, blushing, and pushed Bai Yutang fiercely. Taking advantage of the moment when he stepped back, Zhan Zhao rushed into the bedroom and closed the door frantically.

Bai Yutang looked at the closed door, sighed, and sat on the ground with some weakness. Finally, he lay back with open arms.

His body was so hot that he finally understood what it meant to burn. He touched my forehead in sorrow, and his hand still felt slippery...... Kitty, oh Kitty, you are killing me...... What do you want me to do with you? You silly Cat.

That night,

In the bedroom, the little kitten Zhan wrapped himself in the quilt like an ostrich hiding from the world.

In the bathroom, the white Mouse was taking a cold shower, singing......



Translation Notes:

(1) She uses a word for “miraculous detective” as a nickname of sorts, so I thought Sherlock was a good equivalent.

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