A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Upon hearing the words "opportunity to make a contribution," Bai San Niang's pale, delicate face remained expressionless, but her back seemed to straighten even more, and her tone became increasingly clear and calm:

"Yes, investigator. It all started with one of my patients."

She paused, as if organizing her words to ensure every detail conformed to the guidelines:

"I have a long-term patient, a Huang Xian'er, who has a valid ID card, named Huang Youcai."

"He was born with congenital deficiencies, which resulted in slight deformities of his sternum and pelvis after he took human form, affecting his physical appearance and even causing sluggish flow of spiritual energy during his movements. Therefore, he has been receiving regular skeletal correction and body shaping treatments here."

"During his treatment last week, he seemed a bit off. After the treatment, he didn't rush to leave as usual. He lingered for a long time before finally telling me in a low voice that he had taken on a side job the night before."

Bai San Niang glanced at Ji Zuo Dao and added:

"Yes, it's the kind of side job you're thinking of. He's a bit skilled in stealth and lock picking, and occasionally he takes on... less-than-honorable jobs to help cover his medical expenses. This time, someone offered him a high price to steal some kind of confidential business document from a company called 'Tek Biotechnology' in the west of the city."

"He didn't think much of it at the time, assuming it was just a regular job for industrial espionage, and went anyway because of his skills. And then..."

Bai San Niang lowered her voice slightly, and even though they were the only few people in the alley, she still subconsciously made a gesture as if she were telling a secret:

"We didn't find the documents, but we stumbled upon a very well-hidden underground laboratory in the company. He said there... a lot of things were locked inside."

"There were demons, humans, and some strange creatures he couldn't recognize. Some were covered in tubes connected to bubbling glass jars; some had their bellies ripped open, their internal organs visible, yet they were still twitching slightly; others were tied to racks, with thick needles inserted into their necks to draw blood..."

She described it calmly, but the imagery in her words sent chills down your spine.

"Huang Youcai was terrified. In his words, his soul seemed to have flown two miles from the top of his head. To make matters worse, he was discovered while running away. He only managed to escape the ventilation duct and save his life thanks to the miasma that Huang Xian'er had given him."

"He told me that he had escaped, but he felt something was wrong. It was like... a pair of eyes were watching him from afar, haunting him. He was terribly panicked, and before he left that day, he grabbed my hand and begged me very earnestly..."

She imitated the tone the weasel spirit might have used, with a hint of animalistic fear and pleading:

"Dr. Bai, I... I might be in big trouble. If... if I don't come for my follow-up appointment in a few days, and I can't get through to them on the phone, you... you absolutely have to report this to the 749 Bureau for me! Tell them that there's something wrong with TekBio, something really wrong!"

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin: "Why didn't he come to report it himself?"

Bai San Niang's face showed a helpless expression:

"Well, this Huang Youcai... isn't very clean. He's used to petty theft and has a criminal record at the police station. He usually avoids police stations, let alone 749. In his words, he's afraid that if he reports a crime, he'll end up getting himself arrested first."

"I understand." Ji Zuodao nodded. He understood this all too well. He used to be like that too, especially after doing bad things.

He gestured with his chin, indicating that Bai San Niang should continue.

"According to the treatment plan, he was supposed to come for his next course of treatment today. I waited from afternoon until evening, but he didn't come. I called him more than a dozen times, but all the calls went to a busy signal. I felt something was wrong, and remembering his previous instructions, I decided to come to the 749 Police Station to report the case in person."

"As a result, I had barely stepped out of the hospital and walked two blocks when I realized I was being followed. Although I concealed my presence well, it couldn't fool me. I intended to use the complex terrain of the old town to shake off my pursuer..."

Bai San Niang paused, a hint of embarrassment seemingly flashing across her pale face:

"As you know, the alleys in the old town are like a maze. I usually take the main roads. But in my haste, I got a wrong turn and got lost."

"You'll know what happened next."

She succinctly summarized:

"I was blocked by that red-haired foreign devil over there, and he attacked without saying a word. I was forced to fight back, and after only a few moves, you arrived."

After she finished speaking, she stood there quietly, her head slightly bowed, adopting the standard posture of "presentation completed, awaiting instructions."

The alleyway fell silent for a moment.

All that could be heard was the wailing of the red-haired foreigner over there.

Just as Ji Zuodao was about to ask for details, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something strange happening in the Little Tongue-Pulling Hell of the Hungry Ghosts—

"Hey?! Sir! This foreign thing is trying to escape!"

With a strange cry, the hungry ghost tightened its grip on the red-haired foreigner's six arms simultaneously!

But the body of the red-haired foreigner that he was holding was deflated and collapsed at an alarming speed, like a punctured balloon!

"Pfft..."

With a soft thud, the once tall and imposing body collapsed in the blink of an eye into a thin, blood-stained, and strangely patterned human skin, which slumped limply onto the ground.

A thin, naked, white figure, like a cicada molting, suddenly emerged from the neck of the human skin and, without looking back, ran desperately into the depths of the alley!

The speed was astonishing, almost leaving a blurry afterimage in the dim light.

What's even more incredible is that as the naked shadow ran, it kept making "poof poof poof" sounds behind it, spewing out a large amount of thick, yellowish, and tangible foul-smelling gas!

The gas grew rapidly upon contact with the wind, instantly spreading out and enveloping Ji Zuodao and his group.

Holy crap!

Even though Ji Zuodao had seen many things, he was overwhelmed by the indescribable stench, which made his vision go black and his stomach churn.

The taste... how should I put it?

It was like a dry toilet that hadn't been cleaned for three years, mixed with rotting fish and shrimp, and then suffocated for half a month during the hottest days of summer. Finally, it was the final product of being fermented with sulfur and dead rats.

It's pungent, fishy, ​​and pungent, hitting you right in the head, with a strange corrosive quality that makes your eyes water.

"vomit……"

Even Qiqi, who had maintained a calm expression throughout, had her little face scrunched up from the smoke, her big eyes instantly filled with tears, and she covered her mouth and nose tightly with her little hands, letting out a whimper like a little animal.

Dog King hopped back two steps in disgust, scratching his nose with his paw. This smell was even stronger than the rotten cured meat he used to steal and eat in the countryside back then!

"Liu Xian'er's molting escape, Huang Xian'er's life-saving miasma?"

Ji Zuodao squinted, enduring the nauseating stench, and stared at the rapidly receding white buttocks and billowing yellow smoke. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper sense of amusement.

"These foreign devils... it's one thing for them to steal our skills, but they actually managed to come up with some crooked and unorthodox methods that combine Chinese and Western techniques?"