Chapter 121: The Deserted Vige in the Bamboo Scrolls


    Seeing that it was Li Xuan at the scene of the crime, Lu Yibei wanted nothing more than to turn around and disappear.


    I didnt expect you to be here, Li Xuan smiled,nding a firm grip on his shoulders.


    Y-yes, he replied in a soft voice. Jiangli told me to pay attention to abnormal events happening around me during our first lesson, so I thought toe to investigate.


    He prayed that Li Xuan wouldnt discover his true intentions.


    He should have thought about it long ago. Of course, the Night Division would send someone over to investigate.


    Even then, Li Xuans smile was uncanny; he always felt that something was wrong with him. His smile was a little too wide, and his teeth were a little too shiny.


    Damn it, if he catches me, how do I tell Jumeng? he cursed. Its all her fault that Im caught up in this mess!


    Wow, Li Xuan praised. Youre dedicated to your work.


    Li Xuans eyes thinned out as he spoke like a fox preparing to devour his prey.


    Oh, dont tter me, Yibei chuckled as he rubbed his head. Its just something to fill the time with.


    Its good that youre doing your job, but its time to let the grown-ups take over, Li Xuan smiled as he squeezed his shoulders.


    Yibei felt that his shoulder des were about to be snapped in half, and he gritted his teeth and said, Okay, to be honest, Im kind of scared of whats inside too. Ill leave it to you and your team.


    He hurriedly turned around and dragged Professor Ma away with him.


    Li Xuan stood on the spot and squinted his eyes towards Yibeis disappearing figure.


    Theres a trace of Lu Yibei wherever trouble is. Its hard not to be suspicious of him.


    If it werent for the strange fear that seems to repel him away from Yibeis apartment or the fact that Bai Kai was breathing down his neck, he wouldve definitely gone to investigate him and find out what he was hiding.


    As he was in deep thought, a tall man approached him and whispered in his ear, Operator Li Xuan, Operator An Qings test results are out; it seems like this is an urban legend attack.


    As he spoke, he handed a tablet to Li Xuan.


    Since there was nothing left to investigate, An Qing received a sample of the ck mucus leaking out of his corpse and analysed ita mixture of bodily fluids and decayed organs but no bacteria. Her preliminary analysis indicated that he was burnt to death by corrosive chemicals, but there were no chemicals detected in the mucus. Hence, she hypothesised that this was an urban legend attack.


    However, there was no residue of psychic energy within the ck mucus. She couldnt confirm her hypothesis.


    But what made her feel weird was that after passing the analysis of the spell check, no residue of psionic fluctuations was found in the ck mucus, which meant that it was strange to talk that she couldnt jump to conclusions.


    Argh, leaving the problem to me again, Li Xuan sighed.


    Lu Yibei followed Professor Ma upstairs.


    It wasnt until he sat down in theb that Professor Ma couldnt hold back the doubts in his heart and asked, Do you recognise the policeman just now? Why does it feel like he dislikes you?


    Uh, I know him. Hes my godfathers colleague.


    As he spoke, he added, I think he hates me because I engage with the ult. He doesnt think its serious business.


    He couldnt expose the Night Division, so he came up with a little white lie.


    I see, Professor Ma sighed. Policemen inevitably deal with strange cases all the time; they are either superstitious or dont believe in the ult at all.


    <i>Life imitates art,</i> Professor Ma thought to himself. Policemen tend not to believe in the ult, although evidence states otherwise.


    Professor, the bamboo scrolls.


    Oh, yes! The bamboo scrolls. Im getting old!


    Professor Ma patted his head, smiled, and went into the storage room. Lu Yibei, likest time, waited for him to retrieve the scrolls.


    A strange expression appeared on Professor Mas old face. His bushy eyebrows were contorted into a weird shape that seemed to contain a wave of anger. His cloudy eyes stared past the box, and the ground undted beneath his feet as if it were trying to speak to him.


    He snapped back into reality, and he couldnt help but feel a wave of anxiety and fear wash over him.


    What happened to me just now?


    His eyesnded on the box containing the scrolls.


    Once again, something seemed to nt an idea in himto not show Lu Yibei the bamboo scrolls.


    However, with the mysterious disappearance of that young man and his student Lu Xu, apanied by He Ruos death, he felt that justice overrode that sense of fear.


    <i>I should flip a coin,</i> Professor Ma thought suddenly. Thats what I always do when Im being indecisive.


    Thinking about it, he reached into the jacket pocket of his suit, fumbled for the polished and shiny copper coin, and bounced it into the sky with a ding!


    Heads for give, tails for hide.


    Smack!


    He smacked the copper coin on his palm, but the moment his handnded on it, his expression froze as he could feel the copper coin standing on its own beneath his hand.


    Lu Yibei waited in theb for a while.


    When Professor Ma came out of the storage room again, he saw an old wooden box iid with copper in his arms.


    While in the storage room, Professor Ma flipped a coin three additional times, and he received the same result again and again. This simply wasnt something that could be exined with probability.


    Perhaps it was because of these results that his mind was clear enough to hand the box over to him.


    Yibei was stunned upon seeing the slightly familiar box in Professor Mas arms. This was the exact box that the man he ran into the other day was carrying.


    Lets open it, Professor Ma murmured, pushing the bamboo scrolls towards him as if he fears it.


    Alright, Yibei said as the scrolls slid towards him. If nothing strange happens, hell note everything down and ask Jumeng about the contents of the scroll.


    A faint fragrance emanated from the bamboo, and his eyes began to burn, his vision distorting.


    There is indeed a problem with these bamboo scrolls!


    Come on, let me see whats behind you!


    He took a deep breath and took the scrolls in his hand.


    The moment he touched the scrolls, he was immediately sent into a dreamscape; his body flew in a passage of light and shadow, and a strange force seemed to knead into the air, rippling it. The vortex seemed to pull at his consciousness.


    He gritted his teeth, willing his physical body to slowly unfold the bamboo scrolls. As those strange and special characters were exposed, his vision soon returned to him.


    She found herself in a deserted vige surrounded by mountains. The mountains loomed over her, the peaks hidden within the cloudy mounds.


    It rained lightly, and the sky was a dim and gloomy grey.


    Standing on the muddy path, Lu Yibei felt the icy rain dripping on her face. Her pink hair was stuck to her temples, and she grumbled as it stuck to her face.


    The vige was strangely dim and devoid of people beyond the windows and opened doors. Large puddles were scattered around the vige grounds as if she had just entered another world.


    She frowned as the rain pitter-pattered on her. She expected to see dead soldiers hauling sacrifices towards the mountain but was instead greeted with nothing.


    Eep!


    A sharp, piercing sound shrieked from within the dark corners of the vige, like a sobbing, mournful cry from a distant time.


    Staring at the direction from which the sound came, the heavy rain pped against the mud beneath her feet. The dpidated huts on both sides were silent. Everything was still intact, but something told her that something else loomed down this muddy, forgotten path