lcionline Chapter 390: The Smell of Blood at the First Arrival
Chapter 390: The Smell of Blood at the First Arrival
Lin Qiye was woken up by Baili Pang'er's loud voice while he was drowsy. His ears were buzzing, as if hundreds of bees were holding a concert in his head.
He rubbed his eyes and saw that the lights outside the window were already on.
"Landed? So quickly?"
Wu Hen stretched his body, stretched his muscles, and said jokingly,
"Fatty, it would be a shame if you didn't sing folk songs with your voice. Your roar would definitely make the mountains collapse and the earth crack."
Fatty Baili chuckled and scratched his head, "I'm just worried you'll oversleep!"
After getting off the plane, Lin Qiye held the black box with a calm expression, as if the life-and-death experience he had just had on the plane was just a small episode.
Wu Hen looked nonchalant, humming an unknown tune and occasionally winking at the stewardesses, making them blush and their hearts beat fast.
After leaving the Mental Hospital of the Gods, Sun Wukong's abnormal behavior always lingered in Lin Qiye's mind and could not be shaken off.
He tried to communicate with Sun Wukong again, but received no response.
Is it because I called him "Great Sage"?
Lin Qiye was puzzled and felt increasingly heavy in his heart.
The group got into the vehicle specially used by the night watchmen. Wu Hen remained true to his nature and started his "crosstalk mode" as soon as he got in the car, making everyone laugh and temporarily diluting the tense atmosphere.
Lin Qiye briefly introduced the members of Team 008.
"Their team's strength should not be underestimated. Captain Chen Bahuang is a high-level God Slayer, and the other team members are all intermediate God Slayers. They work well together and are experienced..."
Hearing this, Fatty Baili couldn't help but interrupt, "Qiye, this 008 team sounds much stronger than our 009 team! Can a few of us rookies succeed in this challenge?"
Cao Yuanhai also looked worried. "Yes, Captain, the gap between us and them is so huge, will we..."
Wu Hen waved his hand nonchalantly, "Oh, what are you afraid of? With Brother Ye here, everything is not a problem! Besides, I'm not a pushover!"
He patted his chest and said confidently, "My system is omnipotent! I'll show you how powerful it is when the time comes. I guarantee you'll be astonished!"
Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen's confident look and shook his head helplessly.
This guy is always so frivolous.
However, his presence did add a touch of relaxation to the tense atmosphere.
The vehicle was driving in the night, the atmosphere inside was solemn, and everyone had their own thoughts.
Suddenly, Wu Hen seemed to have thought of something. He slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly: "Xiao Ye Ye, I have an excellent plan..."
He leaned close to Lin Qiye's ear and whispered mysteriously: ...
"Xiao Yeye, what do you think about us getting a team uniform? Let's say '009 The Most Handsome Squad in the Universe', what do you think?"
Wu Hen suggested this with great excitement, and gestured seriously at the pattern on the team uniform, like a peddler selling low-quality pirated peripherals.
Lin Qiye held his forehead and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Team 009 only has a few members, and they're said to be invincible in the universe?" Jia Lan'er sneered mercilessly, "I think calling them 'the weakest squad in the universe' is more appropriate."
"Hey, sister Jia Lan'er, I don't like what you said!"
Wu Hen pouted in mock dissatisfaction, "Although our team is small, everyone is an elite! Look, Xiao Ye Ye, she is definitely the center of attention;"
"Fatty, the tank; Yuanhai, the ranged damage dealer; Sister An Yuqing, the nurse support; and our Sword Saint Zhou Ping'er..."
Speaking of Zhou Ping'er, everyone's eyes fell on him.
Ever since getting on the car, Zhou Ping'er has been silent, staring out the window in a daze, and no one knows what she is thinking about.
Feeling everyone's gaze, he turned his head helplessly, pushed his glasses, and said lightly: "I'm just a bystander."
"Soy sauce is also an important seasoning!" Wu Hen immediately responded with a serious look, "How can dishes without soy sauce be delicious?"
Everyone was amused by his sudden metaphor, and the atmosphere in the car became much more relaxed.
"But seriously," Fatty Baili sighed, "Team 008 has over a dozen people, and there are only a few of us. How can we compete?"
"Yeah," Cao Yuanhai also echoed, "Captain, how about we recruit some people? We can't always be so short of resources."
"Recruiting people is not that easy..." An Yuqing said quietly, "Our 009 team is well-known, who would dare to come?"
With just one sentence, the originally bustling carriage instantly became quiet, and a faint sadness filled the air.
Just then, the vehicle slowly stopped.
"We're here." The driver's voice broke the silence.
"Daylight Detective Agency..."
Baili Pang'er looked at the somewhat old three-story building in front of him and muttered, "Is this the base of Team 008? It looks quite... down-to-earth."
Everyone got out of the car and stood at the door of the office.
The night enveloped the entire street, and the streetlights emitted a dim light, stretching the shadows of several people.
Wu Hen stretched and said, "Let's go in and take a look."
Just as he was about to push the door open, Lin Qiye suddenly reached out to stop him.
"and many more……"
Lin Qiye frowned, staring at the closed door of the office, sniffing the air.
"It smells like blood."
Wu Hen sniffed, with an exaggerated expression on his face, "Oh my god, Xiao Ye Ye, your nose is sharper than a dog's! You can even smell this!"
He leaned closer to Lin Qiye, winked and asked, "Could it be that some little cutie is having her period?"
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes at him, ignoring his jokes, his expression solemn.
"This blood smells fresh..."
"No way, has something really happened?" Fatty Baili swallowed nervously and subconsciously tightened the weapon in his hand.
Cao Yuanhai's face turned pale. "Team 008...could it be that they have already..."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Don't scare yourself," Wu Hen patted Baili Pang'er's shoulder.
"Maybe they accidentally cut their hands while cutting vegetables? The 008 team has a wide range of interests. Maybe everyone is a Chinese chef."
"Yeah, maybe they're researching new recipes in there!"
As Wu Hen spoke, an image emerged in his mind of the 008 team members wearing aprons, holding kitchen knives, and busy in the kitchen.
He even imagined their team's corporate culture: "Unity and tension, seriousness and liveliness, serious cooking, happy killing!"
"Cough cough..."
Lin Qiye coughed twice, interrupting Wu Hen's wild imagination. "No matter what, it's better to be careful."
"Zhou Ping'er, go and shout something." Lin Qiye turned his head and looked at Zhou Ping'er who had been silent.
Zhou Ping'er pushed up her glasses, took a deep breath, and walked to the door. A mosquito-like voice floated out: "Um...is anyone there?"
Not only was his voice soft, but it also had a strange tremor, making people feel that he was not shouting, but confessing his love to the person he secretly loved.
The scene was very embarrassing.
Wu Hen covered his face, unable to bear to look.
This is too socially anxious!
Brother, you are a sword master!
Can you show some of the sword master's arrogance?
Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly, "How about you try another method? Or...we can just go in directly?"
Zhou Ping'er hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage, "I...I'd better go in and talk about it..."
As he said that, he pushed open the door of the office.
"Hey..." Lin Qiye was about to stop him, but it was too late.
The door opened.
Wu Hen shrugged and said, "Let's go, Brother Ye, let's go in and see what kind of dark cuisine these Chinese chefs have developed."
He followed behind Lin Qiye with a playful smile on his face.
Suddenly, Zhou Ping'er froze at the door, her face pale and her lips trembling.
As if he had seen something extremely terrifying, he slowly stretched out his finger and pointed inside the door...
A strong smell of blood instantly hit everyone's face, mixed with a disgusting stench, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's chest.
The office was completely silent. In the dim light, one could vaguely see scattered documents, broken furniture, and...
"Fuck!" Wu Hen couldn't help but swear, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
What came into his eyes was not the bustling cooking scene of Cooking Master Boy as he had imagined, but a shocking and bloody slaughterhouse.
The ground, walls, and ceiling were covered with dark red bloodstains.
Some have dried up and turned black, while others are still wet and emit a suffocating fishy-sweet smell.
The air was filled with the smell of death, as if an invisible hand was strangling everyone's throat.
"This...this is too exaggerated..." Fatty Baili widened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he even stuttered when he spoke.
"This isn't just a case of accidentally cutting your hand while cutting vegetables; this is clearly the whole person being chopped into pieces!"
An Yuqing covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, her face as pale as paper.
"As a detective agency, the door shouldn't be locked. And... even if something really happened, it shouldn't be so quiet..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a chill instantly enveloped the entire office.
Only then did everyone realize that, apart from them, there was no trace of living beings in this three-story building.
It was terrifyingly quiet, eerily quiet.
"Something's wrong..." Lin Qiye frowned, his eyes like torches, scanning everything around him.
He keenly sensed something strange, and a creepy sense of crisis arose.
"I smelled it too. The smell of blood came from upstairs..."
Zhou Ping'er's voice trembled slightly, and her face was paler than before.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his mental strength surged out like a tide, sensing everything around him.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye noticed his abnormality and asked immediately.
Zhou Ping'er swallowed hard, pointed to the second floor with a trembling finger, "Upstairs... it's all..."
Before he could finish his words, he turned around abruptly and rushed to the second floor at an astonishing speed, leaving behind only a trembling back.
"Let's go!" Lin Qiye's face darkened, he shouted in a low voice, and followed closely behind.
Wu Hen and others did not dare to delay and followed immediately.
The scene on the second floor was even more tragic than that on the first floor.
"I...fuck..." Wu Hen's voice stopped abruptly.