Sick Freak

Bang—

The office door swung open. Liu Wenzhang's expression was grim. "Sister Luoluo, the killer turned himself in."

Xu Shenzheng raised an eyebrow and looked at his gloomy face in confusion. "Isn't that a good thing? Why the long face?"

"Sigh..." Liu Wenzhang sighed, unsure where to start. "This killer is obviously here to take the fall. He also brought the Bai family's youngest son, who specifically demanded that Brother Luo interrogate him. Otherwise, he won't say a word."

Lu Xianchang realized something was wrong. "The Bai family's youngest son?"

Ancheng's three great powers—the Bai family, the Lin Family, and the Lu Family—stood like the three legs of a tripod. Whenever the Police Bureau ran into those people, their hair turned a shade whiter. People said criminals were frightening, but a literate, educated criminal gave them even more of a headache, roaming back and forth along the boundaries of the law.

"It's Bai Xiaofan." Liu Wenzhang was at a loss too.

That name sounded so familiar.

Shen Yu felt as though a huge hand had suddenly seized his heart, squeezing it and playing with it.

Lin Xinluo made an immediate decision. "I'll go take a look. Lu Xianchang, notify the boss."

As Lu Xianchang headed outside, he was already making the call.

Lin Xinluo was just about to leave when Shen Yu caught the hem of her clothes. His voice was weak but impossible to ignore. "I'm going too."

"Don't be ridiculous. You can't get involved in this." Lin Xinluo turned back, her tone brooking no refusal.

Before either of them could win the argument, an arrogant, loud voice rang out from beyond the glass door. "Where's Luo Ningsang? Doesn't he know anything? I'm here, and he doesn't even know to come out and greet me? Or is he hiding somewhere because he doesn't want to face his creditor?"

"Bai Xiaofan! This is an office. No shouting!" a staff member called out to stop him.

Bai Xiaofan stopped sauntering and looked over. His eyes were long and narrow like a fox's, tapering toward the outer corners. Thin lids covered his pitch-black pupils. A smile rested on his face, but his eyes were full of venom.

"Oh?" He drew out the word. "Then I'll shout. What can you do about it? Kill me? Do you dare?"

Bai Xiaofan leaned against the wall in a matte black leather jacket, its loose cut hanging over his shoulders without any effort to straighten it. The silk lining shimmered softly as he moved. His dress pants were sharply tailored, and the large watch on his wrist was particularly eye-catching. He wasn't plastered in oversized logos, but every item was worth a fortune. Every glance and step carried the arrogance of someone coddled by power.

His overbearing air cowed the man, who swallowed helplessly and couldn't get a word out.

Click-clack—

The sound of a handgun being cocked rang out unmistakably.

Bai Xiaofan turned his head.

Across the glass door, Lin Xinluo aimed the pitch-black muzzle at his head. "They don't dare, but I do."

"Want to find out what it feels like to have a bullet blow your head off?" Lin Xinluo's round face was full of cold severity, and her voice was even more chilling, as though she could freeze someone to death the next second. The contrast was striking.

"Miss Lin." Bai Xiaofan carelessly raised both hands in surrender, a teasing smile playing at his lips. "Careful, guns don't have eyes. If your hand slips and sends me to the afterlife, I'll have suffered a terrible injustice."

Just then, a head popped out from behind Lin Xinluo. The exceptionally striking long blue hair and mesmerizing blue eyes made Bai Xiaofan's heart skip a beat.

At the sight of that familiar face, he blurted out, "Shen Yu?"

Shen Yu also got a clear look at his face, and several images suddenly flashed through his mind...

They were of him catching Bai Xiaofan torturing and killing a small animal.

Bai Xiaofan's spoiled, domineering face was filled with the madness of twisted satisfaction. The blood on him made him look especially dangerous. Wearing rubber gloves and holding a sharp scalpel, he cut again and again into the stray white cat Shen Yu had been feeding.

The white cat's fur was curled and matted with congealed blood. Its limbs were bent at unnatural angles, and a long gash ran down the middle from its chin to its tail. Its internal organs lay beside it.

When he saw Shen Yu, he grew even more excited, an unnatural flush spreading across his cheeks. He leisurely raised the scalpel in his hand and lightly licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Unconcealed pleasure rang in his voice. "Oh, I've been found out~"

This was the original owner's memory.

Shen Yu abruptly clutched his head as waves of pain shot through it.

Grass (a plant), sick freak.

"What's wrong, Xiao Yu?" Lin Xinluo hurriedly checked on him.

"I'm fine. I just suddenly remembered a few things." Shen Yu looked up and met Bai Xiaofan's gaze, which made no attempt to hide its possessive desire.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

This sick freak hasn't taken a fancy to me, has he?

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Shen Yu: "..."

Tsk, what a pain.

Bai Xiaofan stepped forward without realizing it. He watched Shen Yu frown from the sudden pain, a flush rise at the corners of his eyes, and his lips press tightly together. A hand so pale that the dark blue veins beneath the skin were almost visible slid into his blue hair, while his chest rose and fell ceaselessly.

But once he recovered, he looked at Bai Xiaofan with disgust.

Bai Xiaofan thought he might be sick. Otherwise, why could he hear his own heart beating so loudly? An urge to seize Shen Yu and lock him up, so that from then on only he could make Shen Yu's emotions stir. And when he saw Shen Yu's gaze shift to Lin Xinluo, a trace of gloom inevitably arose in his heart.

How could he look at someone else?

He can only look at me.

Bai Xiaofan suddenly slammed his fist against the glass door, paying no attention to the reddening skin on the back of his hand. Only when Shen Yu's puzzled gaze returned to him did he break into a grin.

Lin Xinluo stood up, shielding Shen Yu completely from view. She raised her handgun and called Xu Shenzheng over, and the two of them together escorted Bai Xiaofan away to the Police Bureau.

Whether he was in a good mood or felt threatened by the gun, he was extraordinarily cooperative. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the blue-haired young man sitting in a wheelchair behind the glass door.

Shen Yu naturally noticed that disgusting gaze.

He raised the uncensored, high-definition bloody picture in his hand, flashed a brilliant smile, and tore it in half right in front of Bai Xiaofan.

Shen Yu's lips moved.

Bai Xiaofan saw clearly.

He said:

"I found you."

Luo Ningsang rushed back. Only when he saw Shen Yu sitting quietly in his wheelchair, leafing through the documents, did he feel a little more at ease. He crouched beside Shen Yu and saw the newly printed documents as well.

They contained detailed information on Bai Xiaofan and the killer taking the fall for him, a boy named Ji Jingxing.

Both were students in Class 3, Year 2 at Ancheng No. 7 High School.

Shen Yu had been too.

Luo Ningsang reached out to pull the documents from Shen Yu's hands, but Shen Yu dodged. "Be good. I'll find you another case to work on."

He had thought the case had been committed by some idle member of society. Whether it was a revenge killing or a random murder didn't matter; Shen Yu only needed to feel involved and have something to do, while staying close enough for them to keep an eye on him.

But he hadn't expected it to involve students from Shen Yu's old class, much less Bai Xiaofan, that menace.

The thought of him made Luo Ningsang's teeth itch with anger.

"No." Shen Yu turned his head and pouted. "Besides, I can't get away from it now. He's already set his sights on me."

He pointed to Bai Xiaofan's brash, arrogant photo in the documents.

Luo Ningsang's heart sank. He gripped Shen Yu's shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said." Shen Yu lowered his eyes. "Seeing him just now brought back some things from before. I once caught him torturing and killing a stray cat I was feeding."

Shen Yu pulled a new photo of the crime scene from underneath the documents. "The method... was exactly the same as this. I'm sure Bai Xiaofan killed this person, but we need evidence."

He turned to look at Luo Ningsang's grave face. "Brother, you'll help me, won't you?"

Luo Ningsang suddenly pulled him into an aching embrace, pressing his head against his chest and gently stroking his hair. His voice was a little hoarse. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

Shen Yu played dead. "..."

How would I know why the original owner didn't tell you?

He knew perfectly well something was wrong with that guy, but foolishly kept his mouth shut? Wasn't that just being a complete idiot?

He treasured his life far too much for that.

For now, though, he still needed to give this nominal "brother" of his some face. Shen Yu began stroking his hair in return and said softly,

"I won't do that again, Brother."