Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 136 The Condition is Just That Condition

Upon hearing that there were still many bodies underground, Qin Xiangdong felt completely numb.

The cases involving foreigners and Overseas Chinese were already troublesome, and suddenly there were thirty or forty deaths, and they were also related to the issues of demon spirits and evil entities—although Qin Xiangdong had considered this possibility when he called Wang Yunxiao over, the pressure brought by the reality confirming such guess was definitely different.

"Don’t leave later, wait for the comrades from the Special Service Bureau to come over, and you can report the situation to them."

Wang Yunxiao returned the watch to Qin Xiangdong and said with a grin, "Director Qin, you’re joking, we still have classes in the afternoon."

Qin Xiangdong glared at him fiercely, but he was utterly helpless.

Wang Yunxiao had Chen Yan and Little Gourd take the time to write a summary report, clearly explaining the situation underground, including their estimation of how far the last discovered corpses were from Nanshi Main Street, and they marked a circle on the map.

We’ve said all we could, what else do you want us to do?

You surely can’t say this isn’t the ’feel’ you wanted and send it back for revision after revision...

Wang Yunxiao asked himself and was sure that the work he did this trip definitely deserved the twenty Yuan monthly salary. If you think our service isn’t up to par, your own people can also try going down, can’t they?

Qin Xiangdong knew this was the case, which is why he was silently seething.

Soldiers not trained by oneself are truly hard to command.

"You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?"

Being tough didn’t work, Qin Xiangdong decided to take a softer approach, "I’ll issue you a note. Have lunch at the bureau’s canteen, they have meat dishes."

"Sure!"

They indeed hadn’t had the time to eat when they came out, but considering the salary, nobody complained. But even without complaints, you can’t fool your own stomach. A free meal with meat dishes was an offer no one could refuse.

Packing up their equipment, stowing weapons into boxes and loading them onto the reverse riding donkey...

Matuan muttered softly, "Do we really have to use this reverse riding donkey? It’s just too embarrassing."

Youtiao gave him a look, "What, you’re wanting a sedan car instead?"

"Not a sedan car, but you see, when those people from the Special Service Bureau came to our school, they all drove up in big trucks, bringing people and equipment all at once. When can we also get a big truck like that, it would be so impressive..."

"Sure, you start saving money from now."

"It’s not about me saving money, look at our haul this time, we could trade for quite a few things, right?"

With spirits relaxed, conversation became more lively.

Good news boosts spirits. Just thinking about the value of those two hounds made even Chen Yan unable to hide her grin as she pulled Little Gourd aside and whispered excitedly.

Arriving at the police station, it was already past one o’clock. The canteen had long extinguished their fires, but Wang Yunxiao didn’t care and just handed over the note. It was a note from your director; you deal with it.

Actually, the canteen was prepared with ingredients, as the director himself, along with most of the bureau’s manpower, hadn’t returned yet. The chef wielded the ladle and clanged away to prepare two hot dishes for them, a pot of pork with cabbage and vermicelli, a pot of Three Freshnesses of the Earth, a pot of egg flower soup, plus an entire basket full of steamed millet flour buns stuffed with vegetables.

The culinary skills of the big chef in the police canteen were far superior to those in the school canteen, almost reaching the level of outside restaurants. The dishes were truly delicious.

As Wang Yunxiao said to start eating, everyone opened their jaws wide and began to stuff food into their mouths.

After devouring three vegetable buns and two bowls of pork with cabbage and vermicelli, Wang Yunxiao felt almost half full. He ladled himself half a bowl of egg flower soup and started sipping while taking out his notebook, flipping through it casually.

Earlier, in the air-raid shelter, he had tried to grab the barbs barehanded, and his hands were full of blood. At that time, with the mindset of not wanting to waste and wanting to give it a try, he had casually smeared his blood on the notebook.

Who knew whether it might initiate a blood bond with the owner?

This notebook had self-cleaning and repair functions. When Wang Yunxiao first picked it up from the corpse of a demon, it was neither burned nor even a bit dusty.

Now, upon opening it, sure enough, it was as clean as new, without a trace of blood. Instead, the descriptions regarding the "Miasma Giant" on the first page had already vanished.

Replacing it, was a series of blood-red text.

"This is Moses’s notes."

"The method to inherit these notes is to fulfill the Book Spirit’s last wish (already cracked)."

"I simplified the sealing process. You only need to find the number 9 in the spatial-temporal angle—Lianluo."

Wang Yunxiao was the first to realize a problem he had overlooked.

It turned out that the notebook required ink to be used, and the blood he had just smeared on it seemed to have been treated as ink.

If human blood could be used as ink, would egg drop soup work?

He barely resisted the urge to pour the egg drop soup in his hand onto the notebook.

Then... what the hell was a spatial-temporal angle?

And the number 9...

He found it so annoying to have to use his brain to solve riddles.

"I’m going to take a bathroom break."

When your brain isn’t up to the task, taking a dump to clear your mind is the most rational choice for the average person.

If you could also light up a cigarette and scroll through your phone, that would be a rare moment of bliss for a young corporate drone working 996.

Clutching the notebook, Wang Yunxiao headed to the bathroom and unconsciously counted the stalls.

Exactly nine...

You see, isn’t that a coincidence!

The bathroom, ancient people called it the place of the reincarnation of the five grains, which could be tangentially related to "spatial-temporal."

If you don’t think it’s related, you could still get a bit of something else here.

Wang Yunxiao took the notebook and said earnestly, "You see the situation here; it is what it is. You tell me if it’s okay. If you have any complaints, speak up, and we can discuss it. If it’s not okay, then we can part on good terms, no hard feelings."

The notebook remained silent.

Wang Yunxiao patiently waited for ten seconds, then suddenly frowned and reached into his pocket, "Damn, I didn’t bring any paper with me."

He flipped open the notebook, his gaze landing on the clean pages.

The blood-colored text faded in an instant, and a new line of text appeared.

"—Congratulations, you have obtained Moses’s inheritance here."

"Now, all the contents of the notes will be displayed to you without reservation."

"Detection of erosion: Deep Red Hell’s tracking mark."

"You cruelly killed two Bloodthirsty Hounds from the Hell Border, and their master, a Throne Knight, is casting a hateful gaze upon you. He is about to launch an unrelenting hunt of vengeance against you."

Look at the words used: cruel, hatred, vengeance... You would think I killed his whole family.

Wang Yunxiao sneered and continued reading.

"Detection of erosion: The Curse of the Faceless Ones."

"Your outstanding performance has caught the attention of the Faceless Ones; they are secretly observing you and the people close to you, selecting the most suitable target, looking for an opportunity to take their place."