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Chapter 146: Soul Devourer (Final Chapter)
"What the hell! Whatever! Hey, can you help me down to the hospital?"
Ah Huang carefully took off his jacket, wrapped the knife and baton in it, and slung it over his back. He came over to support me as we slowly made our way down the stairs. Ah Huang called two police officers to help carry the stretcher down as well. We took the elevator directly to the first floor, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
During this time, I sent a brief text to the Squad Leader of Stage, letting him know that I was injured and needed to go to the hospital. I told him to head back to the unit after finishing up and not to wait for me.
Once everything was arranged, the ambulance arrived, and we got in, heading toward the hospital.
My arm wasn't severely injured; after a simple treatment, I went to check on Ah Huang outside the Emergency Room. He hadn't reported the situation yet and was currently waiting outside with a few colleagues for updates on the rescue efforts.
My arm still hurt quite a bit, so I asked those brothers for a cigarette. I lit it up and sat outside the Emergency Room with Ah Huang, passing the time together.
After a long while, the doctor finally came out, followed by a nurse pushing a mobile bed. Ah Huang and I stood up to stop the doctor. "How is he?"
"Who among you is the patient's family?" The doctor asked seriously as he removed his mask.
"He is!" I pointed at Ah Huang.
"Get lost! You are! Your whole family is!" Ah Huang exclaimed angrily. "Doctor, don't listen to him. We're police officers; this person is a foreign friend who accidentally fell. It was this comrade who discovered it and called for help."
It seemed that Ah Huang had lied more than once or twice!
"A foreign friend?" The doctor looked back skeptically.
"Yes, Japanese!" Ah Huang replied.
"Oh!" The doctor responded earnestly. "Then you need to notify the relevant departments. Severe cerebral hemorrhage; it seems like he fell hard. His vital signs are stable, but he may not wake up."
Ah Huang was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
The doctor, somewhat gleeful, replied, "It means a vegetative state."
Karma was indeed harsh! I sighed upon hearing this.
Ah Huang shot me a glare, then turned to pull me aside. He whispered, "Old Wang, let me tell you, if this matter gets out as it is, you're going to be in big trouble, you know?"
I nodded. I understood; in our country, if something happened and it led to a vegetative state, it would be quite troublesome!
Ah Huang glanced around. "Actually, many things can be framed differently and wouldn't be such a big deal."
I was a bit confused. "What do you mean?"
"For example, Mr. Busho from Heart Corporation climbed up a high scaffold to check the company billboard and accidentally fell. Fortunately, a kind person called the police and took him to the hospital?"
"What the hell! Ah Huang, you really can think of anything!" Indeed, only Busho and I knew the whole situation. If I didn't wake up and he remained unconscious, who would know? Using this method could potentially avoid a lot of trouble, but what about the case?
I expressed my doubts to Ah Huang. He fell silent for a moment. "Since Busho is already in this state, the investigation can only go so far. In fact, even if Busho confesses himself, through diplomatic intervention and extradition or other means back to our country, it would just mean compensation and a few years in prison. This would actually be the punishment he deserves. However, the victim's family will definitely not accept an unresolved case; there will be immense pressure from the bureau. But we can only take it one step at a time."
"Not necessarily!" I interjected. "The investigation is far from over!"
Seeing Ah Huang's puzzled expression, I continued, "The semen sample from Zhao Xinran doesn't match Busho's, which means there's someone else behind this—someone who killed Zhao Xinran. Although both Yao and Xi are victims of Busho, we can first find this person and make them take the blame so that both they and Busho receive the punishment they deserve!"
Ah Huang gazed thoughtfully at Busho being pushed toward the Inpatient Department. I decided not to say more; once too much was revealed, it wouldn't be fun anymore.
As for how to track down that person, it seemed like that wasn't something I needed to worry about; all I could do was this much.
After finishing another round of questioning with Ah Huang, he called over a colleague to take notes and instructed someone to contact the translator from the Bureau to come to the hospital. The knife from the Bureau was left with them, and Ah Huang carefully wrapped my baton for me to take back to the unit. I thought to myself that Ah Huang was quite meticulous; after all, there were bloodstains on the baton. If that were discovered, it would be a real problem.
Once the notes were completed, I said my goodbyes to Ah Huang. It was time to head back; I needed to prepare a report for the higher-ups regarding this mission first thing in the morning.
The hospital was quite far from our unit. I checked my watch; this whole ordeal had taken longer than expected. After exiting the hospital, I carried the Refined Steel Rod wrapped in my clothes and waited at the entrance, hoping to find a taxi back.
To my surprise, there were no streetlights outside the hospital. Although the outpatient and emergency lobbies were brightly lit behind me, there were no lights on the road outside. Sighing, I thought about how this was just one of those Chinese characteristics—everyone only cares about their own doorstep. I glanced at a distant streetlight and started walking in that direction.
After taking a few steps, I felt something was off. An inexplicable sensation of being watched crept over me. I stopped in my tracks; if someone intended to rob me, they must be blind. My left hand might not be very nimble, but a single nunchaku was still nothing to underestimate. I was confident that I could handle a one-on-one situation.
I didn’t turn around; instead, I switched my backpack to my hand for better defense against any sudden attacks and continued walking forward. The feeling of being followed intensified, yet there seemed to be no immediate threat—just an observer. But what were they observing?
As I approached the area illuminated by streetlights, I suddenly turned around and called out into the darkness, “Friend, you’ve been following me for quite some time; why don’t you come out and chat?”
“Quite perceptive; not bad at all. It’s been a while since I've seen such a sharp young person,” came a raspy voice as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. So there really was someone! I had been blind to it just moments ago.
The person before me was cloaked in a tattered hood, making it impossible to discern their appearance. However, they didn’t seem hostile, which allowed me to relax slightly. “Who are you?” I asked.
“Let’s not worry about who I am right now. Do you realize you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble tonight?”
“What trouble?”
“That Japanese guy from the Bureau is not an ordinary person; he has a powerful family backing him. What you've done to him won’t go unpunished by his forces. You need to prepare yourself mentally!”
“What do you mean?” Was this a threat? Could it be some kind of gang? They could infiltrate domestically for revenge? I scoffed at the thought.
“Do you want to know about the Soul Retrieval Technique?”
"How do you know about the Soul Retrieval Technique?" I was a bit shocked. How is it that everyone seems to know about these mysterious things nowadays?
The other person ignored my question and slowly said, "The Soul Retrieval Technique originates from ancient times and was passed down until the last century. It has been lost in our country, which is a good thing since it belongs to a type of dark magic. However, due to the war, it has spread abroad."
"You broke the Shikigami on the cloth. It was originally intended to draw out the soul of a specific target through Soul Guiding, and then increase the Shikigami's power and physical form through the Soul Devourer. Now that you know about Soul Guiding, even if you don't understand it, the Buzhang Family will definitely silence you."
"Who are you? How do you know so much?" This was truly strange; many of these things were known only to me and the cloth. How could he possibly know?
"But don’t worry. It seems that the cloth won't wake up anytime soon. Just be careful and hide within the troops; they probably won't find you. Even if they do, they won’t be able to do anything to you. If necessary, I will help you."
"Help me?" This was utterly baffling. This guy was rambling on, both threatening and comforting me. Who exactly is he? I felt increasingly troubled. Taking advantage of his distraction, I suddenly stepped forward and yanked off the cloak covering his head!
Mysterious, huh? Let's see who you really are!
In the dim light of the street lamp, I saw a shocked face before me. "How could it be you!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
(The entire story of Soul Devourer has concluded; stay tuned for the next chapter, Night Watchman, brought to you by Wind Passed—quality guaranteed! The Work of Chasing the Wind will bring even more excitement tomorrow!)
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