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Chapter 80 Important Information
After leaving the interrogation room, Xia Qiyuan took Gao Bin back to the car.

"Did you find anything that provides a clue?"

After Xia Qiyuan closed the car door and turned on the shielding device, he asked.

Gao Bin squinted, looking slightly tired, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he said, "Yes, although we haven't found any trace of the 'disciples,' we have more important information."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qiyuan immediately took out a notepad and a voice recorder to prepare to take notes.

This is a habit he developed when he was a criminal police officer.

“At 10:43 yesterday, a slight explosion was heard inside the building. I guess that was the time of death of the ‘Black Water’ sub-body. Then at 10:45, an orange-red flame appeared. It is highly likely that the disciple opened the Gate of Hell and took the core of the Black Water sub-body.”

"The electronic clock on the construction site doesn't have a second, so if I count by myself, there's probably an error of one or two seconds."

"Let's say they glance at the digital clock at exactly 10:23. Then, adding my countdown, it's two minutes, totaling 120 seconds. If the digital clock shows 23 minutes and 59 seconds, it will immediately become 24 minutes after they turn their heads, which is 60 seconds."

Gao Bin shared his speculation.

"So, does that mean the disciples' teleportation ability requires a preparation time of sixty to one hundred and twenty seconds...? This is indeed very important information."

Xia Qiyuan calculated the time, and his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, a smile appearing on his face.

"Perhaps they were being cautious and didn't open the gates of hell immediately. In fact, the disciples can open the gates of hell anytime, anywhere. Who can say for sure?"

Gao Bin had doubts about the credibility of this information.

Xia Qiyuan was a seasoned criminal investigator with over ten years of experience, so he certainly had a whole repertoire of ways to fool his superiors.

He didn't care about that: "Why so much nonsense? Anyone who takes this kind of analysis seriously is an idiot. I've been here for a week now, so I have to produce some solid evidence for my superiors to report back to."

He used vague terms like "suspected" and "probably" in his notes so that no one would risk their life to try it.

"What are you rushing to do? Other squads aren't in such a hurry..."

"It's all because you're here."

Xia Qiyuan replied without looking up.

The Countermeasures Bureau is not like the Criminal Investigation Department.

In the criminal investigation team, the leaders are usually kind and gentle, but when they encounter a case, they become like man-eating demons, wishing you could eat, drink, and relieve yourself in the branch office 24 hours a day.

Anyone who's sleepy gets plenty of tea and coffee; drink as much as you can, even if it doesn't kill you.

If I ask you for a result within three days, then I must identify the suspect within three days. I will do everything in my power, even if it means staying up for three days straight, to find him.

However, the countermeasures are not aimed at ordinary criminals.

The strange and bizarre powers can be deadly if you're not careful.

Therefore, the rules of the Countermeasures Bureau are much more lenient. As long as you do practical things, the higher-ups generally won't make things difficult for you.

Of course, Gao Bin is an exception.

This lazy bum who loved to slack off had long been known to the leaders, who would inquire about his progress and give him a warning almost every few days.

Therefore, even the most trivial speculations would be reported by Xia Qiyuan.

Fortunately, Xia Qiyuan had been working in the criminal investigation team for so many years and was already used to the rapid progress of cases. Otherwise, he would have been driven crazy by Gao Bin if he had a different partner.

After sending the report email, Xia Qiyuan rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke, searching his mind for information about the disciples.

Gao Bin, who doesn't smoke, rolled his eyes at him, swallowed the gummy pill in his mouth, and then poured out another one from the bottle.

"Tsk, I hate mango flavor the most, can't they just make all of them watermelon flavor?"

Gao Bin chewed the candy with a look of disgust. The cost of this one piece of candy was tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan. Eating gold was an understatement.

Although Gao Bin doesn't feel any pain for money that isn't his own, he knows that if he were to spit it out, he would definitely be condemned by a lot of people.

“Eat sparingly. The people in the lab call you a ‘money-eating beast.’ Just that one bottle of medicine requires so many new enzymes. I don’t want to have to ask them for help just because you don’t like it.”

Seeing Gao Bin's attitude of treating the medicine like candy, Xia Qiyuan couldn't help but remind him.

Because of this, Lao Yue often nagged him about it.

"I've shed blood for the Asian Union, and I've rendered meritorious service to the Countermeasures Bureau. What's wrong with eating a couple of candies? If you hadn't kept forcing me to use my abilities, would I have eaten this stuff?"

Gao Bin clearly harbored resentment towards the group of people in the laboratory: "As soon as I recovered, I was sent to investigate the Apostles Society. I think they couldn't wait for me to die."

Gao Bin's mental state has only recently returned to a safe zone.

These past two days, I've been dissected and subjected to endless research by the people in the lab.

After completing the research, he was sent to Thousand Flower City to find one of the world's bosses, the 'Disciple'.

This is utterly miserable for someone who likes to slack off.

"Stop talking nonsense. Even if other people come to investigate, they're not sure if the things they find are lies fabricated by the Thousand-Faced Man."

Xia Qiyuan looked at Gao Bin with disdain: "If it weren't for the fact that you're the only one in the Asian Alliance with the ability to investigate the Apostles Society, who would send a nobody like you?"

"Hey, that's too much."

Gao Bin wanted to refute, but thinking about his own actions, he couldn't find a point to refute, so he could only say a few words symbolically.

Xia Qiyuan finished half a cigarette in one go, then stuffed the butt into the cigarette butt box in the car: "Alright, now comes the real show. Can you handle it?"

"If you can't hold on, then you don't have to go?"

Gao Bin closed his eyes resignedly and leaned back in the passenger seat for a short rest.

"I can apply to the higher-ups to at least postpone the matter of the extrasensory black water bodies."

Xia Qiyuan inserted the car key and started the car.

"Yes, yes, you apply, and then our boss feels that he can't make the decision, so he applies to the higher-ups. The higher-ups decide to have the matter discussed in a group first to confirm the impact of this matter."

After everything was finalized, the lab needed to sign off on the delayed handover of the blackwater bodies. Finally, all departments agreed, but the application took two or three days to arrive. After it arrived, it was returned for revision due to an incorrect format.

Gao Bin leaned back in his seat, utterly dejected, and turned his head to look out the window.

Xia Qiyuan remained silent.

"Let's go, why not suffer all the pain now instead of waiting until we've recovered before going through it all again?"

Gao Bin urged.

"If you can't hold on any longer, just tell me. Given your importance, they won't say anything if you occasionally act impulsively."

After Xia Qiyuan finished speaking, he drove to the funeral home in Qianhua City.

"Come on, I don't believe it. If I were crazy, I'd probably never be able to find such a perfect tool again."

As usual, Gao Bin gave a disdainful look at what was above him, then closed his eyes and remained motionless, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming extrasensory experience.

After all, the aftereffects of the paranormal sensations from a few years ago have only recently disappeared.

Experiencing the supernatural is no different from playing Russian roulette.

Nobody knows what the outcome will be next time.

Morgue.

A "corpse" lay on a folding bed, or more accurately, a human outline pieced together.

After these dark objects were delivered to the funeral home, they were immediately taken over by relevant personnel. The forensic doctor took only a small piece for genetic testing to determine the identity of the deceased.

The rest are all here.

(End of this chapter)