Chapter 482
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Chapter 482: The Smell of Blood
“Seven Nights, Seven Nights!”
Baili Pangpang shook Lin Qiye, who was lying on the sofa. “Wake up, we’ve arrived.”
Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes and turned to look out the window. At some point, the private plane had landed at the airport.
“Okay…”
He stood up from his seat, grabbed his black box, and walked down the plane.
Just now, he had been in the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
Ever since Sun Wukong had said that one sentence, he had fallen silent again. No matter how Lin Qiye called him, there was no response whatsoever.
With no other choice, Lin Qiye had to leave the ward and wait for a while before trying to communicate with him again. After all, the door to the fourth ward had already been opened, and he could go in to see Sun Wukong anytime.
If one attempt didn’t work, he would try twice; if two didn’t work, then three…
No matter what, he had to figure out Sun Wukong’s condition.
This first contact, although it seemed to yield no valuable information, Lin Qiye could vaguely sense that the key to the problem lay in the last sentence: “Don’t call me Great Sage”…
Could it be that his illness was related to the title “Great Sage”?
As Lin Qiye pondered, he got into the vehicle arranged by Baili Pangpang. The vehicle slowly started and smoothly headed towards the base of Team 008.
“Um… let me introduce the situation of Team 008.” Lin Qiye opened the documents in his hand. “Team 008 has a total of six members. The captain, Li Hong, is a ‘Wuliang’ realm expert, and the other five team members are all at the ‘Sea’ realm. Their strength is an absolute crushing advantage compared to Team 009.”
“How can there be such a big difference in strength when they are only one number apart?” Cao Yuan asked in confusion.
“Actually, it was about the same. Three years ago, the captain of Team 009 was also a ‘Wuliang’, but it is said that he died in battle while pursuing the third seat of the [Believers], and then Huang Yuande took over as captain,” Lin Qiye explained.
“Another [Believer]…”
“Do we have to face that ‘Wuliang’ realm Li Hong this time?” Baili Pangpang asked.
“That depends on the performance of the Sword Saint,” Lin Qiye turned to Zhou Ping, who twitched his mouth and silently turned to look out the window.
Lin Qiye continued, “If it’s a 5v5 match, even if Captain Li personally intervenes, we should still have a fighting chance, after all, we have quite a few trump cards. But if it’s a 6v5, then we’ll be under a lot of pressure.”
“We’re still at a disadvantage in numbers,” Baili Pangpang sighed. “By the way, when will our team finally gather six people? Always facing more with fewer is really exhausting…”
“Now that my captain’s authority has been revoked, I can’t recruit potential newcomers from other Night Watch teams and can only pull people in myself,” Lin Qiye sighed. “It’s not easy to recruit people to join a nameless team like ours, which doesn’t even have a number.”
Everyone felt a bit dejected.
“However, having just the five of us is pretty good; at least we get along comfortably.”
“Yeah, whether we become a special team or not isn’t that important.”
“Let’s just go with the flow.”
As everyone chatted, the vehicle arrived at the base of Team 008, which was an unremarkable detective agency, sitting alone in a remote development zone. Apart from a few scattered Sha County snacks and Huang Men Chicken Rice, there were no other establishments around.
Lin Qiye got out of the car and looked up at the second floor of the agency. On the grayish window, several large red characters were posted.
— Daylight Detective Agency.
“Hiss, this base of Team 008 looks quite decent,” Baili Pangpang remarked as he looked at the agency.
Lin Qiye nodded. “Last night, Captain Huang Yuande told me about Team 008. It’s said that the captain and the team members are all fans of detective novels, so they all refer to themselves as detectives. When they don’t have missions, they enjoy reasoning and taking on detective commissions.”
“This corporate culture is pretty good,” Cao Yuan nodded in agreement.
“What do you mean by corporate culture?” Jia Lan asked curiously.
“It means a group of people together with a common spiritual pursuit.”
“Oh…” Jia Lan pondered, “Then what is our corporate culture?”
“Do we even have a culture?”
“…”
“There might not be a corporate culture, but we have the culture of Seven Nights,” Cao Yuan said confidently.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ping was lowering his head, seemingly mumbling something. After taking a couple of deep breaths, he finally mustered the courage to weakly shout:
“Team 008 inside, listen up! You have been surrounded by us! If… if you don’t come out to engage in a fair 5v5 practice match, we will have to take drastic measures!”
His voice was very soft, barely audible even ten meters away, but judging by Zhou Ping’s flushed face, it seemed he had used all his strength and was about to faint from lack of oxygen.
Lin Qiye and the others stood frozen in place.
After Zhou Ping finished shouting, as if he thought of something, he added quietly, “…Thank you for your cooperation.”
Lin Qiye:…
Indeed, it was a bit more polite than before.
Fortunately, there was no one else around; otherwise, the awkwardness would not only fall on Zhou Ping but also on Lin Qiye and the others standing beside him, who would be embarrassed to the point of digging their toes into the ground under the gaze of passersby.
“Um… Sword Saint,” Lin Qiye hesitated to speak, “I think what you said was quite good, but… could you speak a bit louder, or can we discuss this inside?”
Zhou Ping’s expression was somewhat unpleasant. “Do I have to say it again?”
“Yeah, I think they might not have heard.”
“…Then let’s go inside and talk,” Zhou Ping pondered for a moment. “I feel like I might have found a bit of a rhythm.”
Lin Qiye:…
Lin Qiye and the others walked to the entrance of the agency, pushed open the glass door, and entered.
It was daytime, and the agency’s door was not locked, but strangely, there was no one at the reception on the first floor. Lin Qiye called out a few times, but still no one came down from upstairs.
In the empty reception area, Lin Qiye and the others exchanged glances, and the air was eerily quiet.
“Strange, do detectives like to sleep in?” Baili Pangpang asked in confusion.
“They might have gone out on a mission.”
At that moment, An Qingyu shook her head. “I don’t think detectives would have the habit of leaving the door unlocked.”
Zhou Ping, who was nervously practicing his “script,” snapped back to reality, relaxed his tightly clenched hands, sniffed the air, and frowned slightly.
“Something’s not right…”
Zhou Ping’s gaze gradually sharpened.
“There’s a smell of blood.”
Blood smell?
Lin Qiye frowned and, disregarding any potential offense, directly spread out all his mental energy to the limit of his perception range.
In the next moment, his expression changed drastically!
“Not good!”
