Dear Mr. Shi-Chapter 820 - Discover Track 6

Chapter 820: Discover, Track 6

Chapter 820: Discover, Track 6

Song Qinghuan nodded, “Yes, I want to know if she has any connection with that Four Fingers.”

“But since Four Fingers is already dead, what’s the use of tracking like this? You can’t go in, you can only watch from outside,” Si Chen said, understanding Song Qinghuan’s purpose in tracking someone but not comprehending the utility of the pursuit.

Just then, Bai Rubing suddenly came out of her house, as if in a hurry, slamming the door and hurrying away.

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Watching her retreating figure, Song Qinghuan frowned suspiciously, “Where is she rushing off to in such a hurry?”

Si Chen asked, “Should we follow her?”

Song Qinghuan thought for a moment, then shook her head, “Never mind, it probably won’t be of any use if we follow her. With the way she’s running so fast, it won’t do to follow too closely, and we’ll lose her if we lag too far behind, so…”

As she spoke, she pointed at Bai Rubing’s residence, “That place, I am interested in, curious about how Bai Rubing could come to live here. Given her circumstances, she shouldn’t have been living here at all.”

“Then let’s go in and take a look,” Si Chen said.

“We can’t get in without a key, no way,” Song Qinghuan retorted.

Si Chen smiled, then stepped forward to the wooden door, looked around and, seeing no one, took a clip from above Song Qinghuan’s head; he used this clip to pick the lock and open the door.

Song Qinghuan looked at him in surprise, “You can actually pick locks?”

Si Chen passed the clip back to her, “It’s a piece of cake.”

As he spoke, he led the way inside. As soon as Song Qinghuan entered the room, she felt a chill, along with the extremely pungent smell of formalin throughout the room.

“Good heavens, why would Bai Rubing live in such a place? Even if she moved here, she could have at least cleaned up a bit. What a stench,” Song Qinghuan muttered.

Looking at Si Chen, his expression suddenly became serious. He squinted, looking around, then pushed open a room door. This room had no windows, just a single door.

Inside the room, a bright fluorescent light was switched on. Beneath the light was a long table, covered by a white cloth, beneath which the outline of a human form bulged.

Song Qinghuan swallowed nervously, “That, what is that?”

Actually, she had an idea of what it might be but was too frightened to confirm it.

Si Chen clearly had the same thoughts. He stepped forward to the table, his surroundings stark and cold. Song Qinghuan stayed behind Si Chen, too scared to move.

“Si Chen…”

“Hmm?” Si Chen responded lightly, then raised his hand to lift a corner of the white cloth.

Instantly, a man’s face was exposed to the air, his complexion as pale as the white cloth covering him—a pallor that was frightening.

Possibly due to the preservation chemicals, the skin hadn’t lost its luster and still seemed elastic. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were too, the dilated pupils dark and deep, as if staring intensely at someone.

Song Qinghuan’s pupils shrank, and she staggered back, staring in horror before running to one side to vomit.

Good Lord, how could Bai Rubing have hidden a corpse at home, and the man was Shi Guozheng, no less.

Bai Rubing and Shi Guozheng, Shi Guozheng and Bai Rubing—these two should be from two different worlds, how could they…