Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 98 Major Murder Case
Qi Yun recited scriptures for the deceased to help them be reborn in the Pure Land.

The familiar darkness immediately descended upon the tea room, and the souls of the people who had been 'exorcised' by Qi Yun also appeared. However, unlike before, these souls were completely devoid of consciousness, their faces blank and dazed.

After the muddy path appeared, I immediately stepped onto it and disappeared into the darkness.

After the ritual was completed, the slight burning sensation from the edict between the eyebrows had not yet dissipated, and a mysterious power flowed into the edict like a trickle.

He twitched the corner of his mouth. This was probably his performance as a "junior student". He didn't know how far he was from being promoted to a regular position!

Qi Yun glanced down at his blood-soaked body and sighed silently.

Although the swordsmanship was sharp and efficient, it was ultimately too bloody.

He picked up the three thousand yuan scattered on the ground, folded them neatly, and stuffed them into his canvas bag.

Qi Yun was not the old Taoist Xuanji after all; he was not as old-fashioned as him.

The blood on the money served as a kind of bath for them, and their sins were dispelled with their departed souls.

He rummaged through the tea table drawer and found five thousand yuan in cash and several bank cards. He only took the cash and stuffed it into his bulging canvas bag.

Qi Yun then entered Zhang Biao's bedroom, where a heavy safe was embedded in the corner of the wardrobe.

Qi Yun focused his mind and unleashed a powerful sword strike.

"clang!"

With a sharp sound, only a white sword mark remained on the surface of the box.

He shook his head. With his current cultivation level, the sharpness of the Demon-Slaying Sword was not enough to pierce through this object, so he had to give up.

He went into the bathroom, took off his blood-stained clothes, and unleashed a powerful sword strike that ignited the blood-stained night. Only after the fire had burned out did he turn on the tap.

The cold water washed over my arms and cheeks, washing away the sticky blood.

I changed into clean clothes I found in the closet; they were a little too big, but I didn't care.

After tidying up, he casually pushed open the door and went out.

The old van that brought him was parked in the open space outside the door.

Looking around, there were indeed no cameras in this desolate place.

Zhang Biao's stronghold naturally couldn't tolerate any prying eyes.

The car key was in the lock. He opened the door, got in, turned the key, and the engine emitted a muffled, cough-like roar, causing the car to shake and awaken.

With a turn of the steering wheel, the van rolled through the dust and headed towards the city.

On the way, Qi Yun bought a copy of the latest Chongqing traffic map from a roadside newsstand.

First, I pointed out my current location, then searched carefully, and finally found a clear sign for "The First People's Hospital of the City" in the North District of the city.

The route is clear.

He restarted the car, merged into the sparse traffic, and drove towards the city hospital.

Outside the car window, the bustling scene of the Jiefangbei area flashed by, but Qi Yun's mind was no longer on it.

"This time, although I killed some heinous scum, it is still in modern times, and there will be a lot of trouble afterward. In this era, no surveillance system has been set up yet, so it will not be easy for them to find me."

Ideally, we should find the ghost's true form in the hospital morgue, kill it in one fell swoop, and then leave!

Meanwhile, in YZ District, outside a secluded courtyard in Shibanpo.

"Old Zhou! Old Zhou! Can you smell that? What's that smell? It's so pungent!"

An old man wearing a faded undershirt and plastic slippers wrinkled his nose, sniffed the air, and called out to his neighbor next door who was repairing a bicycle. The neighbor, called Old Zhou, stopped wrenching, sniffed hard, and his face instantly changed: "Damn it! It really is! Sweet and fishy...like...like the smell of a slaughterhouse! No, something's not right, the smell seems to be wafting from...from the 'tea shop'!"

He pointed to a two-story building with a courtyard not far away, which was usually where the big shots in this area discussed business, and ordinary people avoided it like the plague.

Old Zhou's heart tightened, and he forgot about repairing the car. He threw down the wrench and ran to the neighborhood office.

About half an hour later, a slightly worn green Santana police car quietly stopped at the alley entrance a few dozen meters away from the courtyard.

The car door opened, and two people got out.

The older man, who was in his early fifties, was named Chen Guodong. He had gray hair, wore a worn-out gray jacket, and his face was etched with the wrinkles of time. He held an unlit "Shancheng" brand cigarette between his fingers.

The young man was named Li Rui. He had just been assigned to the police academy not long ago. He was wearing a brand-new navy blue police uniform and still had a touch of naivety and scholarly air about him.

He followed closely behind Chen Guodong, looking somewhat nervous.

“Master Chen, the person who reported the case is referring to that courtyard in front, the ‘Tea Master’ tea room.” Li Rui pointed to the tightly closed gate not far away.

Chen Guodong didn't speak, but just took a deep breath.

The stench of blood in the air instantly filled his nostrils and assaulted his brain.

His fingers, holding the cigarette, paused slightly; years of professional experience gave him a jolt.

"Let's go take a look." Chen Guodong's voice deepened, and he walked steadily toward the courtyard gate first.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and the stench of blood hit us like a tangible force, so strong it was suffocating.

Chen Guodong's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly pushed open the courtyard gate!

"Bang!"

The scene before my eyes unfolded suddenly like a painting of hell!

The teahouse door, which faces the courtyard gate, is wide open, offering a clear view of the interior.

The afternoon sun slanted in, but instead of bringing any warmth, it made the scene of carnage even more shocking!

Scarlet! A blinding scarlet color covered almost the entire ground!
The viscous blood plasma, not yet completely dried, flowed and spread wantonly on the rough cement floor, forming large patches of dark red and black stains, emitting a strong, nauseating rusty stench.

Seven or eight burly men lay sprawled in pools of blood, their postures twisted and bizarre.

Some lay face up, eyes wide open, frozen in the terror of death; others curled up on the ground, a larger pool of dark red staining beneath them.

Severed arms and limbs were scattered among them, like discarded, broken dolls.

A shattered glass coffee table, an overturned rattan chair, spilled teaware... a complete mess.

The walls, the ceiling, and even the cabinets a little further from the door were splattered with specks of dark red blood.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with the stench of human excrement, creating a dizzying aura of death.

"vomit!!!"

Li Rui felt an uncontrollable surge of acid rushing to his throat. He covered his mouth tightly, but couldn't control it at all. He suddenly turned around and rushed out of the yard, leaning against the wall and vomiting violently. It felt like he was vomiting up all his bile. His face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

This hellish scene instantly shattered all the psychological defenses he had built up during his police academy career.

Even a veteran detective like Chen Guodong, who had handled many major cases, had his pupils shrink sharply, his face turn ashen, and his breathing become labored.

He suppressed the churning in his stomach and the sudden chill that surged into his heart. Without taking a step back, he took a deep breath, the strong smell of blood making his throat tighten.

He turned abruptly, and at Li Rui, who was still vomiting, roared with all his might, his voice distorted by shock and suppressed emotion:
"Xiao Li! Stop throwing up! Quick! Notify the station! Request backup! Major homicide case! Hurry!!"

(End of this chapter)