Hui Tian Ch25

Chapter 25

Rumored Boyfriend

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The next day.
B-City, Central District.

The heavily guarded prison gates slowly opened, and a black bulletproof car with Shenhai license plates stopped in front of the sentry post. An armed guard stepped forward and knocked on the car window. “Show me your identification!”

The driver’s side window slowly rolled down. The person inside wore sunglasses that covered half of their face. The exposed jawline was deep-set, chillingly pale, and they faced them without a word.

“…”

The guards’ hairs stood on end. “S-Su-Supervisor Shen!”

Shen Zhuo didn’t speak. The window rolled up again, and the car drove towards the iron-gray prison building at the end of the asphalt road.

“I think this coat is nice, what do you think?” In the back seat, Witch Italdo handed the latest season’s Chanel catalog to Bai Sheng, condescendingly asking for his opinion.

Bai Sheng replied sincerely, “I think the wine red matches your hair color. Also, this dress, this suit, and this entire set of jewelry… they all look good. How about we just buy out all the new items from this season?”

The Witch was delighted. “Okay! Go do it!”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

After sending the leg-broken Kingston to the hospital yesterday, Bai Sheng had personally attended to Witch Italdo for a whole afternoon of shopping. When she came out, Witch Italdo was like a completely different person. She was now dressed head-to-toe in a custom-made couture gown, the large diamond ring on her hand blindingly bright. Her sixteen bags were piled in the back seat—eight Hermès, eight Chanel, all bought out for her by Bai Sheng yesterday after he had the store close for a private shopping session. The sheer extravagance of his spending spree had alarmed the entire mall. When he signed the bill at the end, all the salesclerks were popping champagne and applauding.

For the first time in her life, the Witch experienced the joy of “besides this one and this one, wrap up all the rest.” Due to excessive happiness, she had spent the whole night dancing in the morgue in her ten-centimeter high heels, nearly scaring the patrolling guards to death. Early this morning before setting off, she couldn’t wait to change into a full Chanel outfit. On Shen Zhuo’s private jet, she even took several selfies with the blue sky and white clouds, posting a nine-picture grid on Shui Ronghua’s Moments. Everyone in the entire Supervision Office had liked it.

“Oh, no, don’t look at that. Aquamarine doesn’t suit you.” Bai Sheng leaned over, flipping through the same jewelry magazine with the Witch, lovingly turning a page for her. “Look at these rubies, they match your hair color so well. Later, I’ll have someone make you a ruby crown, and we’ll put a one-to-one replica of the Iron Throne in the morgue. That way, you can go to work with an enthronement ceremony every day. How about that?”

The Witch imagined the scene and was greatly pleased. “Very good, not bad. There aren’t many humans with such good taste like you these days!”

With a slap, the Witch and Bai Sheng high-fived, looking as if they were about to become sworn siblings, a great friendship that transcended cosmic races.

“…” Shen Zhuo withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror and uttered four words: “Know when to stop.”

The Witch said, “Heh.”

“My dear, don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten you,” Bai Sheng said with a grin, flipping through the magazine. “When we were shopping yesterday, we specially picked out a birthday present for you. A full set of eighteen whips of various styles. The Witch said some of them looked particularly suited to your temperament. We’ll have them packaged and sent to the Supervision Office’s interrogation room tomorrow. From now on, when you’re beating up suspects, you can use whichever one you like. How about that?”

“…”

Shen Zhuo put a hand to his forehead, silent, and slammed on the brakes.

With a sharp screech of friction, the car stopped in front of the prison building. The staff who had been waiting for a long time immediately came forward.

The Witch lifted her skirt and, in her crystal high heels, her long red hair like a burning flame, she got out of the car proudly under the astonished gazes of everyone around.

Shen Zhuo got out of the car and walked towards the prison building. Bai Sheng quickened his steps to catch up from behind, forcefully slinging an arm over his shoulder, and said with a grin, “Hey, Supervisor, think about it from a different perspective.”

Shen Zhuo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, as if to say, What different perspective?

Bai Sheng said, “Our alien friend has come from afar. Shouldn’t we show the image of a warm host and cultivate a new, positive hobby for her? In any case, liking leather bags is much more convenient than liking human skin, isn’t it?”

Shen Zhuo said flatly, “I’m conserving prison resources and, by the way, harmlessly disposing of social garbage…”

The Witch examined the new nails Bai Sheng had taken her to get yesterday. “Oh, so you’re already feeling sorry for your boyfriend’s wallet?”

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at Bai Sheng in unison, their eyes filled with an indescribable shock and admiration. For a moment, they didn’t know whether to praise his disregard for death or lament his being blinded by love.

Bai Sheng stole a glance at Shen Zhuo’s face, then explained to the others with understanding, “A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Supervisor Shen and I are friends, 24K real friends, a socialist brotherhood, absolutely no deception!” Then he humbly clasped his hands together.

Everyone: “…”

Everyone had an “we get it, we get it” expression on their faces, nodding with forced smiles, their gazes shifting back and forth between the two. The air was filled with an awkward atmosphere of knowing but not saying.

Shen Zhuo pressed his temples and asked in a low voice, “Does being misunderstood make you that happy?”

Bai Sheng replied in the same low voice, “What you see as a misunderstanding, I don’t. Besides, I’ve been a model of chastity for twenty-seven years in exchange for a beauty like you being rumored with me. Isn’t this what I deserve?”

Shen Zhuo said softly, “That’s called judging a book by its cover. You…”

“—’The mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.'”

In that instant, Shen Zhuo fell silent.

Bai Sheng smiled and said word by word, “1890, Oscar Wilde.”

For the next ten minutes, Shen Zhuo couldn’t think of anything to refute Oscar Wilde, so he didn’t say a single word to the man surnamed Bai.
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The prison warden stopped in his tracks, terrified. “Supervisor Shen, this is the place.”

This was a dim, light-avoiding corridor in the prison. The surveillance cameras on the ceiling were already off. Not far away was a small cell holding about a dozen prisoners. Hearing the sound, they turned their heads, all sizing them up with fierce, hostile gazes.

Shen Zhuo took the keys from the warden. “You can all leave. No need to come back in.”

The warden had already regretted not taking sick leave today eight hundred times. Hearing this, he was almost moved to tears of gratitude. He led his subordinates away at lightning speed, thanking Shen Zhuo’s entire family in his heart as he left.

In the cramped space, apart from a room full of prisoners, only the three of them remained. Bai Sheng leaned against the wall not far away with his arms crossed, while Shen Zhuo walked forward and, under Witch Italdo’s eagerly excited gaze, unlocked the cell door with a key.

“According to our contract, one summoning for a sacrifice of eighteen people,” Shen Zhuo said. “They’re all yours.”

“What… what are you doing?” A prisoner stared at Witch Italdo, standing up warily. “What do you want?!”

The Witch flexed her fingers, her mouth still a little dissatisfied. “Why couldn’t we have done this in Shenhai? Why did we have to come all the way to B-City?”

“The procedures for inter-provincial transfers are too complicated.” Shen Zhuo gestured towards the cell with his chin. “I personally reviewed the case files and picked out this bunch. Most of them are from human trafficking groups, with a few who’ve beaten people to death in domestic violence and sexually assaulted young girls… I picked them carefully. You’ll have to make do.”

The Witch’s eyes rolled. With a charming smile, she reached out to lift Shen Zhuo’s chin. “Handsome, why are you being so cooperative this time?”

Bai Sheng said, “Ahem!”

The Witch immediately withdrew her hand and even winked at her good human friend Bai Sheng in apology, then walked into the cell with a seductive gait.

“Don’t, don’t come over!”

“Motherf*cker!”

The prisoners, probably already sensing what was coming, scrambled towards the corner of the wall in great fear, but it was useless. A strong light of joy burst from the Witch’s eyes. She reached out and easily grabbed the human trafficker at the front, took his two legs, and pulled with force. Crack!

A deafening scream rang out. The prisoner shrieked and tried to escape, but as he passed by, the Witch reached out and dug into him. Hot flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and fragmented bones splashed onto the ceiling. As the prisoner screamed tragically, the Witch ripped out his heart. The prisoner under her feet rolled on the ground like a bloody worm.

“Help—help!!” Someone screamed madly and ran out. Shen Zhuo stood outside the cell with his hands in his pockets, leaning back slightly and imperceptibly. The man’s bloody, flailing hand brushed past his eyelashes.

Then, the prisoner was pulled back by a heavy, cold force from behind, unable to move forward a single step. He then heard the silvery laughter of the girl he had killed back then in his ear.

The next moment, he was flying. He waved his arms desperately in mid-air and looked down to see his waist and two legs still standing where they were.

Blood spread across the floor like a floodgate had opened. Severed limbs and organs were everywhere. The screams finally faded completely.

The dim space was eerily quiet, only the Witch’s satisfied gasps echoed in the corridor.

Just then, his phone buzzed. Shen Zhuo glanced down. An unread text from Chen Miao appeared on the screen:
[Senior, I’m downstairs.]

Shen Zhuo silently dismissed the message and turned to instruct Witch Italdo, “That’s enough for today. Let Doctor Shui come back.”

“Tsk tsk.” The Witch savored the aftertaste, licking her blood-stained lips, and gave Shen Zhuo a rare, friendly wink. “Call me again next time~”

The next moment, a strange light radiated from her body. The terrifying right side of her face smoothed out, her features adjusted, her bones changed, and in an instant, she disappeared, replaced by the upright, capable, and sharp female doctor.

Shui Ronghua was in a white lab coat, her thick, dark hair coiled at the back of her head. She held a silver field case in her hand and glanced at the cell filled with severed limbs and blood.

“…” She sighed and murmured, “So it’s my turn to clean up after dinner again, huh?”

“I have something to attend to outside. I’ll be back in half an hour.” Shen Zhuo turned and gestured to Bai Sheng. “You stay here and protect Doctor Shui.”

In any situation where Shen Zhuo was present, Bai Sheng’s attention would uncontrollably be on him, even though to outsiders he had been leaning against the prison door with his arms crossed like a lazy lion. “What do you have to attend to that will take so long?”

Shen Zhuo avoided the question. “Chen Miao needs me for something.”

Bai Sheng immediately said, “What is it that you have to hide from me? That’s so hurtful. Is there anything we can’t share? Here, this is my bank card, this is my credit card, this is my WeChat Pay password…”

“Did you two progress that quickly in the two days I was away?!” Shui Ronghua turned her head in shock.

“Oh no, no, I’m still working on it,” Bai Sheng said humbly, waving his hand. “Right now, I’m just the rumored boyfriend according to the masses.”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

Shen Zhuo turned and left without giving either of them another glance.

Outside the prison building, the black car they had arrived in was still parked by the steps. A few steps away, another bulletproof SUV with Shenhai license plates had appeared at some point.

“Senior!” Chen Miao pushed open the driver’s door and hurried forward, a hint of worry in his eyes. “Do we really not need to tell Bai-ge about our trip?”

Shen Zhuo got into the car. “No need. He’ll definitely want to follow. Let’s go and come back quickly.”

“Uh, Senior, are you alright?” Chen Miao looked at his face with concern. “Why do you look so tired?”

Shen Zhuo said, “Mentally tired.”

Chen Miao said understandingly, “Is it because of Witch Italdo?”

“No, because of the rumored boyf…” Then Shen Zhuo froze.

The air froze for three seconds. Chen Miao’s expression was blank.

Shen Zhuo covered his eyes with one hand. After a long moment, he slowly squeezed out a few words, “Just drive your car.”

“…”

Chen Miao zipped his lips, got into the driver’s seat with uncoordinated limbs, and a moment later, the bulletproof SUV started and sped out of the prison’s iron gate.
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The prison was located in the suburbs, so it wasn’t far to B-City’s public cemetery. Fifteen minutes later, they stopped in front of the cemetery gate.

Chen Miao stepped on the brake and glanced at the scene outside the car window. He still couldn’t help but turn back to persuade him one last time. “Senior, why don’t I go in with you? Although they hate me too, with two of us, at least if a fight breaks out, I can still—”

Shen Zhuo just shook his head, pushed the door open, and got out, looking ahead.

In front of him was a long flight of stone steps that led to the tombstones of the cemetery. A group of evolutionists in the uniform of the Central Supervision Office were casting hostile gazes at him. A black and white banner hung in front of the steps.

Third Anniversary of Fu Chen’s Passing.

The black clothes accentuated Shen Zhuo’s slender and upright waist. The sunlight reflected off his frosty profile. His expression was silent and cold, even paler than the silk flower on his chest.

“I have a clear conscience. I don’t need anyone to accompany me,” he said flatly.

Shen Zhuo straightened his collar and, ignoring the buzzing discussions around him, walked straight towards the tombstone ahead.
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Why can’t I be too cruel to human traffickers and child molesters? Italdo would also like to know.

Author’s Note:
Wilde: That’s not what I meant.jpg

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