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Chapter 519: A Routine That Feels Like Deja Vu
When Hideaki Ito limped back to the hospital, police support from the Seaside District Police Station had arrived at the scene and began to maintain order.

But there are still far from enough people.

Ordinary police officers are unable to deal with this level of pollution. Even if they arrive at the scene, it will be useless and they may even be affected.

But the good news is that he finally met Xing Hong, the commissioner assigned by the Secret Service to the Haibin District Police Station.

"I have already contacted the Secret Service. The superiors told you to handle the matter at your discretion."

"What do you mean?"

Ito Hideaki felt that he understood, but not completely.

"It's exactly what it says. The Secret Service can't provide any more support, so you have to figure it out on your own. But there's good news. You don't have to worry about anyone harassing you afterwards."

"No support?"

Ito Hideaki was dumbfounded: "Chief Yan took half of the staff with him on a business trip, and the rest are all with me. Now you have seen the situation. Tell me honestly, is this a problem I can handle?"

"You have to have confidence in yourself, Deputy Section Chief Ito."

Xing Hong took out a wooden box from behind and handed it to Ito Hideaki: "It's just that the Secret Service Bureau can't provide more support, but you can mobilize the resources in our bureau at will. The director has already contacted the military, and the Qilin Army will rush over to control the scene after dawn. In addition, I have also brought you the treasure you have been thinking about. The bureau has specially approved you to use this artifact."

Ito Hideaki's eyes lit up. He took the wooden box with both hands and opened it. Looking at the crimson samurai sword placed in the box, he couldn't help but gasp.

Sacred artifact Izumo.

"Can I really use it?"

"Weapons are meant to be used. When should we use them if we don't need them now?"

"What if I hit the wrong person?"

"Can you tolerate this knife being stained with the blood of innocent people?"

"Of course not."

Ito Hideaki carefully picked up Izumo with a cruel smile on his face.

Someone has to pay tonight.

"Also, Section Chief Wang from the Nantong District Special Agents Division is waiting for you in the building."

Xing Hong raised his hand and pointed at the hospital gate: "His people are all here and can help. I heard that there was a little misunderstanding between you?"

"No misunderstanding."

Ito Hideaki shook his head.

Misunderstandings between men are easy to explain, including but not limited to a hearty fight, even if it is a one-sided beating.

Holding Izumo in his hand, he walked into the building. Everywhere he looked was blood and flesh, a mess. The surviving doctors and patients had already evacuated, and the building was silent except for the sound of running water coming from the toilet.

Ito Hideaki walked to the door and saw four heads neatly arranged on the windowsill. From the ferocious expressions on their faces, it was clear that they must have enjoyed quite wonderful service when they were alive.

"You're back a little late."

Wang Yunxiao was washing his hands, rubbing his fingers repeatedly, trying to clean the blood and flesh between every nail.

The soap was all gone, so the work was difficult.

What do you mean I'm a little late? Is that human language?
Ito Hideaki covered his chest and glared at Wang Yunxiao with lingering fear.

He almost saw his grandmother by the Sanzu River.

"You hit me so hard, you obviously didn't even think about giving me a chance to live, right?"

"If you can't survive this, then I suggest you apply for a transfer. Working in the secret service department, you will encounter such things sooner or later. If you don't have a strong life, how can you fight against demons and evil spirits?"

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the red samurai sword in Ito Hideaki's hand, and it was as if he saw his past self. Are you selling artifacts wholesale?

What a fucking routine that feels so familiar.

"Do you want to fight me again, or just show some concern about the progress of the case tonight?"

"There will be opportunities later. Who are these people?"

After regaining consciousness, Hideaki Ito's mind was very calm and he went straight into work mode.

"The human skin painter of the Shen family."

Of course, Wang Yunxiao knew what Ito Hideaki wanted to know most now.

"These people have been brainwashed. No matter how hard we interrogate them, we won't get the truth. They will just push all the responsibility onto one person, and the Shen family will then throw that person out to take the blame... This is not the first time I've experienced this routine."

"The Shen family? That Shen family?"

Ito Hideaki was not unfamiliar with the Shen family. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "The Shen family's background is very complicated and deep-rooted. It's not easy to investigate in depth."

Wang Yunxiao laughed and said, "Do you think the Secret Service gave you this knife so that you can cut radishes?"

"You don't need to provoke me."

Ito Hideaki said coldly: "Just know that it is the Shen family. I will find evidence of their crimes and bring them to justice."

"Don't worry, I'm not finished yet."

Wang Yunxiao wiped the water off his hands, pointed at the head and said, "I got three clues from them. You can choose one to investigate, and leave the rest to me."

"Human skin painters are not cabbages on the street. The fact that the Shen family can take out so many at once as cannon fodder only shows that they have more power in their hands. First of all, they must have mastered the method of training human skin painters in batches. Secondly, they must consume a large amount of human skin to perform their evil magic."

"I checked the human skin they used, it doesn't look like it was from a yellow person..."

“Overseas immigrants?”

"Yes, I just called Captain Yan Yu'an, and he told me there is a place called the Dwarf Shack. Do you know about it?"

"I know."

When Ito Hideaki heard this, he already had a clear idea in his mind: "What are the other two clues?"

"According to their confessions, the mastermind behind this incident is Shen Qingxi, the third-generation candidate for the Shen family. They don't know the specific content of the plan and are only responsible for implementing one of the links. And Shen Qingxi..."

"Wait, who are you talking about? Shen Qingxi?"

Ito Hideaki suddenly interrupted Wang Yunxiao: "She is the candidate for the head of the family? Did they tell you that?"

Wang Yunxiao shrugged: "That's what they said anyway, and Shen Qingxi is holding the imperial seal and planning to auction it, which is said to be part of this plan."

Ito Hideaki was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'll call to verify..."

"You know him? That would be great. We can save a lot of time by asking him directly. And there is one last clue——"

Wang Yunxiao took out a severed hand from the sink: "This is the girl's hand. I dug it out from the rubble for you. There is an address on it. It looks very suspicious."

"Gladiolus Road, No. 6? Shenyuan?"

Ito Hideaki frowned: "This is Shen Qingxi's current address."

"What a coincidence?"

"Isn't that a bit too coincidental?"

(End of this chapter)