Chapter 7: Old Wang Has Turned into a Vulture?!

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Fu Xiqi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Captain Shen seems to know this hospital quite well?"

"Everyone in Squad 09 has to memorize the details of various locations," Shen Du replied.

Shen Du shifted the topic. "We've been investigating Xiao Tao’s case for a long time and have initially identified a suspect, but unfortunately, we haven't found the body."

Hearing this, Xiao Li interjected, "We even brought in people from the Taoist Association, but they found nothing, and the surveillance footage showed no anomalies."

Fu Xiqi glanced toward the dim nurse station in the inpatient ward and fell silent for a moment.

"It’s not your fault," she said.

The hospital had a strange aura; it was normal that they couldn’t find anything.

Xiao Li thought she was complimenting them and beamed, "Thank you."

Shen Du was speechless.

He looked at Fu Xiqi. "There are a lot of people in the inpatient ward, so it’s unlikely anything happened there. So, the problem must be on the basement level, right?"

"Captain Shen, if you’ve already thought of that, why ask me?" Fu Xiqi was exasperated. Why did they all enjoy indulging in pointless small talk?

Shen Du maintained his professional demeanor, calm and detached. "Sorry, but even guesses need to be verified."

Xiao Li’s smile stiffened; he didn’t dare utter a word.

Fu Xiqi rubbed her nose. "My bad. I’m used to it."

Even those who usually shirk responsibility could admit fault!

Taking it as a minor incident, the three entered the hospital.

With Shen Du present, the head nurse received the director’s orders to take them to the basement level.

Fu Xiqi pulled out a fragrant pear from somewhere and bit into it with relish.

She asked straightforwardly, "Sister, have there been any strange occurrences at the hospital in recent months?"

"I'm an auntie already," the head nurse chuckled, thinking seriously for a moment before shaking her head. "There are many odd things here, but nothing related to what you’re investigating."

They had rules against gossiping about patients.

But speaking of strange events, there was one thing — her personal thought, probably not important.

Ding.

The elevator stopped at the basement floor. The head nurse led them along a detour and finally stopped at a small room door, knocking. "Old Wang, wake up."

After a few seconds, a male voice inside responded, "Coming."

Then sounds of clothes rustling and slippers scraping the floor as someone approached the door.

When the door opened, a gaunt middle-aged man appeared, looking like he hadn’t eaten for days and was exhausted from lack of sleep.

"Head nurse, what’s the matter waking me up at this hour?"

The head nurse smiled apologetically, "Sorry to disturb your rest. These gentlemen are from Squad 09, here to investigate something. Could you please get the logbook?"

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Hearing it was Squad 09, Old Wang’s lips turned down instantly. He licked his dry lips. "Alright, just give me a moment."

He closed the door, apparently going to retrieve the logbook.

The head nurse explained, "Old Wang has worked in the morgue for over twenty years. He’s used to early bedtimes, so he might be in a bad mood right now."

Fu Xiqi waved off the concern casually. "No problem."

The head nurse said no more but couldn’t help glancing several times at the two men behind, one with an injured hand and the other seemingly a bit unwell mentally.

Quite professional.

Soon, Old Wang opened the door again, holding a thick ledger. "Here you go, I’m going to—"

The words ‘go back to sleep’ were cut off as a firm grip grabbed his wrist.

He furrowed his brow, looking back at Fu Xiqi. His eyes flickered subtly. "What’s the matter, anything else?"

He tried to pull his hand back, but it didn’t budge. He pressed his lips together nervously.

Fu Xiqi, seemingly oblivious to his anxiety, remained serious and stern.

"The emergency department is busy, so the head nurse must help. Therefore, entertaining us is your job."

Old Wang: ?

Entertain? He didn’t want to do that at all.

He looked down and reluctantly agreed, "Alright, then."

Fu Xiqi’s eyes lit up brightly. She patted his shoulder like a good friend. "You’re really dedicated. I hereby award you the Dedication Prize."

"...No need."

Behind her, Shen Du noticed Old Wang’s reaction just now and clearly breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed afraid—afraid of Fu Xiqi’s closeness.

Moreover, Old Wang must know what Squad 09 does.

"Old Wang, pay more attention. I’ll report back to the director."

The implication was clear: this concerns the director, so be serious. Don’t slack off like before.

Before leaving, the head nurse gave a polite smile to Xiao Li, whose forehead was covered with a talisman.

Xiao Li, with his vision blocked by the talisman, didn’t even notice.

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Morgue.

Old Wang crouched like a quail by the door, eyes fixed on Fu Xiqi as if she might bolt through the door at any moment.

This girl was too strange.

Though young-looking, she carried a blessing and even a hint of Golden Core energy.

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At this moment, Fu Xiqi was asking Shen Du for a lighter.

"I don’t smoke," Shen Du replied. He didn’t carry a lighter; sometimes it was prohibited in emergencies.

Fu Xiqi sighed in disappointment. "No way to get some freebies, what a shame."

She said honestly and reached out to pat her cloth bag.

"I have one," Old Wang said, a bit ingratiatingly, holding out a lighter respectfully with both hands.

Upon hearing this.

Fu Xiqi raised an eyebrow, her smile both meaningful and teasing. "I really didn’t expect Big Brother Old Wang to smoke."

Old Wang smiled ingratiatingly. "Hehe, sometimes the pressure’s high."

Inside, he was panicking, but fortunately, Fu Xiqi didn’t press further. She took the lighter, lit a candle, and muttered a few words facing the morgue.

"Sorry for the disturbance."

The red candle flame burned in Fu Xiqi’s hand as she pulled open one refrigerated drawer after another containing corpses.

Seeing this,

Old Wang’s pupils shrank sharply; he instinctively tried to turn and flee.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Li, already stationed by the door, stood with hands on hips, blocking him.

Old Wang stammered, "I... need to pee. Yes, I want to go to the bathroom."

Wife, help! Why are humans nowadays even more monstrous than demons?

Xiao Li couldn’t guess what he was thinking but saw clearly his strong urge to escape.

"Did you do something wrong? Why so eager to run? Spill it!"

"I really didn’t!" Old Wang protested weakly.

Meanwhile, Fu Xiqi had finished checking all the refrigerated drawers and silently approached Old Wang from behind. "Old Wang, do rotten corpses taste good?"

"Good," Old Wang answered instinctively, then realized his slip and covered his mouth, eyes full of grievance and accusation.

Startled, his body involuntarily transformed; his previously ordinary features twisted as sparse black fur appeared.

Xiao Li was dumbfounded. "I... I... holy shit!"

In this situation, only "holy shit" could capture the moment.

Did he see that right?

Old Wang had turned into a vulture?!