Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1086 - 1057: Distorted People

Passing the ruins, leaving Meisai and the rescue personnel far behind, Xiao Lin’s eyes narrowed with precision as he found the corner in the photograph. Once, he was just a step away from this person, yet he didn’t feel anyone’s presence at all. This suddenly left Xiao Lin with a sense of fear; not for his own safety, but a curiosity about the deeply hidden person. Who could it be?

From the photograph, this person seems like a bystander. No matter how skillful one might be, it’s unlikely to avoid the splatter of blood completely, yet the brown vintage shoes bore no stain, witnessing Wang Zhantian’s killing up close with indifference. Who else could such a person be besides Hua Qingyi?

Facing that corner, under daylight, it’s impossible to conceal oneself here. Not to mention any pit, there isn’t even a single shield. Xiao Lin, well-acquainted with Hua Qingyi, knew it couldn’t have been his work. Walking a few steps forward, he had to admit the blast at the street corner had obliterated the scene, making it difficult to find anything amidst the remnants. The cleanup meant even the original traces were removed entirely.

Exhaling, Xiao Lin emerged from the ruins with a hint of regret on his face. Meisai had already delegated the handling of details to his subordinates, yet he didn’t immediately inquire about the situation inside. The young man clearly had many doubts, especially now. Holding a phone in one hand while lowering his head to respond with quick, nasal replies, he had already walked past Xiao Lin, treating him like thin air and moving further away.

"Director, I think we need to notify their families; unfortunately, none survived."

"Inform them, I’ll report and apply for the compensation fund."

Palms sweating on the phone, the person walked with head hung low and suddenly lifted it upon realizing they had passed several streets, just as the other party left their contact number. Raising his head, Xiao Lin spotted a shadow before him. "Mu Rongyun!" Xiao Lin growled, rushing toward the tall figure.

However, the person’s speed far exceeded Xiao Lin’s. Entering ’Wagangnai’, Xiao Lin lost the chase. To be precise, they went somewhere he hadn’t anticipated. The house had experienced a murder before, with a death toll of forty-two. Xiao Lin couldn’t have forgotten the figure, as twenty of them died at his hands. This was a stronghold in the Northeastern region; has it now become Mu Rongyun’s resting place?

With such suspicions, Xiao Lin stepped back a bit, raising his gaze towards the top window where a person pressed against the glass pane gave him a clear answer—this incomparably beautiful woman.

"Northeastern region, where’s the current hideout?" Before Fourth Master, Xiao Lin dialed a number. Yet, as he hung up, he had already entered the house, its complete layout alteration rendering the interior renewed. The long, straight stairs leading to the third floor seemed doubtful in its ability to support human weight, if not for the intermediate support. This bizarre design had already showcased this woman’s peculiar taste in Yanjing’s factory, but details still bore resemblance to ’Lei Mengda’, making distancing oneself from Meisai challenging.

Pushing open the door, familiar herbal incense immediately wafted through the room. The unified floor revealed only this decent room, yet the person Xiao Lin sought wasn’t here. The shadow of Fourth Master pasted on the window appeared to be awaiting his arrival just to vanish from sight when the door opened, leaving Xiao Lin with only a glimpse of Fourth Master’s departing smile.

Has something changed? This question sprang into Xiao Lin’s mind. Unlike before, Fourth Master didn’t confront directly.

"Look, there’s someone here!" Suddenly hearing exclamations from downstairs while standing at the window, Xiao Lin instinctively lowered his gaze. Passersby expressed awe at the sight of a living person in this previously sealed house where many had died, with curiosity heightening. Has the internal renovation brought such commotion that the locals are unaware?

Retreating into the room, Xiao Lin surveyed the setup. A small furnace and all crafted implements, along with residual metal scraps, suggested someone had stayed, possibly Hong Lian.

At the furnace’s base, Xiao Lin sharp-eyed discovered an etched symbol. He squatted down, tracing the contours with his finger. Complex lines, seemingly aiming to convey something. After snapping a photo of this symbol, Xiao Lin exited the house, striding away leisurely under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Ye Lushou parked the car at the street corner of ’Wagangnai’, observing several children tailing Xiao Lin, whispering and pointing from afar. He started the car as Xiao Lin climbed in, swiftly driving off.

"What have you stirred up now?" Watching the children abandon their pursuit after a short distance, Ye Lushou glanced at Xiao Lin examining phone photos.

"Guess they see me as an Evil Spirit, one unharmed by the sun even in broad daylight." He must be in reasonably good spirits if joking.

"I investigated the street corner explosion; the bombs came from the same company we used for blasting in Sin City, but it’s not the same group."

"That’s not good news!" Xiao Lin frowned at the images on his phone. He enjoyed deciphering word puzzles, yet these ruleless compound characters stumped him momentarily. Moreover, the design was cluttered with unnecessary decorative lines. What’s Hong Lian trying to communicate? Even more perplexing than Night Eagle’s symbol.

"But there is good news; Troy has sent word; we can proceed with Chopin’s residence. They’ve expedited creating an independent building for us to stay."

"That’s hardly good news either." Drawing a sheet and pen from the car’s compartment, Xiao Lin sketched what he deemed possible from the symbol’s first layer, then redrew the symbol after removing unwanted features. "Ah, it’d be great if Hong were here; I wouldn’t have to go to such trouble." Perhaps spoken unconsciously, causing Ye Lushou to suddenly pull over. "What are you doing?" Xiao Lin frowned, facing his phone, puzzled by Ye Lushou’s abrupt halt. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) using recommendation or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)