Missing Weapon

Su Bai purposely made a call for people to send over two candles and some hell notes[1]. He still had some yellow rice wine at home. There was no need to purchase that.

Lucky returned to the bedroom to look at the painting after annihilating the red dressed boy. It obviously did not feel like it was in any wrong; it was not in the wrong indeed. There was only the little fella in Lucky's eyes. It wouldn't even bat an eyelid towards Su Bai, not to mention that little ghost. An unknown ghost suddenly appearing near the house, Lucky immediately took action for the sake of protecting the little fella; it was considered fulfilling its responsibilities. In truth, if it was Su Bai who realized the red dressed boy was following him home, it could be said that Su Bai would not hesitate to immediately pull out his gun and shoot him to smithereens.

Both the candles were ignited and the flames were flickering. Su Bai found a metal basin and burnt the hell notes in it. After that, he poured a cup of yellow rice wine into it.

After everything was completed, Su Bai placed his hands on his waist and stood up.

"Be a normal human in your next life, don't keep being interested in those non-mainstream stuff."

There are many things in this world which were not recognized as mainstream. There was nothing to point out if it comes to legality or morality, however, it was unacceptable in society. This was a fact, an undeniable fact.

Su Bai used to discuss many times with the monk Seven and Gyatso during the time they were in Jiuzhaigou. The monk had mentioned that after a human becomes a ghost, they could not control the wickedness in their hearts. Because they were already ghost, they were already dead, the shackles from their previous life had vanished. They would be more and more extreme as well as evil, the best explanation for this was that human nature was evil.

Looking from this point, the red-dressed boy was not considered evil. It was only his behavior as well as his addiction that was hard to be accepted by society. It even raised a feeling of disgust from the bottom of the heart. However, he did not wanted to kill anyone, nor had he ever thought of doing so.

Su Bai walked over to the faucet and rinsed both his hands, he then walked towards the little fella and lifted him up.

The little fella in his arms was chubby; his body even emitted a milky fragrance.

It was as if he had noticed Su Bai was not in a good mood. The little fella remained silent and quietly placed his head on Su Bai's shoulders. It was unknown what he was mumbling but it was as if he was consoling Su Bai.

Su Bai patted the little fella's butt cheek. "Be good. Your dad is not that weak, I only ask for peace of heart. In the end, it's your dad who is sorry towards him."

After he finished talking, Su Bai carried the little fella into the house.

Su Bai personally cooked dinner at night and made a few light dishes.

The little fella really liked Su Bai's egg custard. He liked to eat the egg custard together with the rice. The little fella still did not know how to use chopsticks. He could handle it on his own if he ate a chicken drumstick or drank some milk. However, he couldn't be using his hands to hold the rice.

Su Bai took a spoon and fed the little fella mouthful after mouthful. The little fella was feel ecstatic; he would open his mouth wide and chomp down every single time. After that, he would clap his tights excitedly.

Lucky was not interested in human food as usual, and Su Bai was already used to this. That cat must have reached a certain level and was fasting. It could rely on the circulation of the so called spiritual qi of heaven and earth which did not require eating to survive.

Su Bai turned on the tap after placing the little fella into the bathtub. Just when Su Bai was getting ready to bathe the little fella, Lucky who was holding a towel with its mouth appeared. It directly jumped to the side of the bathtub and started squeezing the body shampoo and shampoo, obviously indicating Su Bai to get as far away as possible. It was more reassured giving the little fella a bath.

Su Bai was feeling leisurely, he left the bathroom and headed towards the living room. He prepared a pot of tea for himself, but before he had a chance to have a taste, his phone rang. It was Fatty on the caller ID.

The matter had ended. Those who deserved death or did not deserve death were already dead. Why was Fatty still calling him right now?

"Hello," Su Bai answered the call.

"Su Bai, is Huo Kun dead?" Fatty went straight to the point. There was a hint of excitement in his tone. "He's like you, he gave me a call right after you called me to discuss the similar incident. In fact, I know that he also resides in Shanghai!"

It was obvious that Fatty had found traces of Huo Kun and Su Bai being in contact with each other. Fatty really had shocking observation skills, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to be running errands for many capable people. Of course, Fatty did not forget to give himself ample food and clothing; he would search for good items for himself. For example, Su Bai's bronze chest was still in Fatty's hands. Su Bai did not know whether Fatty had deciphered its secrets.

"En, dead." Su Bai slouched on the sofa. At that moment, he was suddenly assaulted by fatigue. He did not sleep the last night, that's why he was feeling exhausted.

"That's surprising, the black guy Huo Kun actually died while on a reality task. Heh heh, Ah Bai, as you can see, our relationship is quite good. Don't forget me if you have any good items."

"What do you mean?" Su Bai asked.

"Isn't my meaning simple? Based on your character, with Huo Kun's death, did you conduct a body search on him? Relax, I'm not asking you to give it for free, I'll use other items to exchange for it."

After listening to that point, Su Bai had finally understood. Fatty had been eyeing Huo Kun's item for a very long time. Compared to Su Bai's tiny social circle, Fatty was considered a socialite in Dreadful Radio's audience circle. The number of audiences he knew and had relationships were many times more compared to Su Bai.

"I've checked. Other than a showy red underwear, there wasn't anything else."

Su Bai had a habit of being pragmatic. After having a bath in the bathroom, he purposely conducted a body seach on that man as well as Huo Kun's corpse. With Huo Kun's qualifications as well as task completion rates, Su Bai believed that he would have quite a few good items. What surprised him was that the man had only very ordinary items and there was nothing on Huo Kun's corpse, other than a few coins which he planned to use to ride the train, there really wasn't anything else.

"Think again. Did he really handle things empty handed?"

Fatty was very meticulous about this incident. It wasn't that he was being meticulous about how such a strong person like Huo Kun died but to where the item by Huo Kun's side had vanished. Fatty had always been realistic.

Huo Kun was a ghost type enhancer and specialized in raising ghost. To avoid punishment from Dreadful Radio, those little ghost were drawn by Huo Kun. He did not dare to refine the lives of actual children in the real world.

Facing Fatty's question, Su Bai was a little startled. He was startled because he saw with his very own eyes Hui Kun using a compass to heavily injure that man. That compass was definitely a good tool. Huo Kun using it to smash people was the same as Su Bai using his Hellfire Shotguns to smash people without pulling the trigger. That compass definitely had other better uses.

The problem was, when Su Bai was cleaning up the scene, that compass could not be found. It was definitely a weird incident.

"There was something. I've seen him use it, but when he died, that item could not be found." Su Bai said, "It should not have been stolen; it's just that it naturally disappeared."

Fatty was taciturn for a while. He then suddenly asked, "Was it that compass? Was it that black guy's compass?"

"En." Su Bai replied.

"No wonder, no wonder. No wonder you could not find it, it is that fella's associated weapon, in simpler terms, it is like Sun Wukong's[2]golden cudgel, it could be kept in his ear when he is not using it."

Su Bai had seen Chen Yixin pull out a whip when they were fighting, it seems that when an audience reached a certain level, they had the ability to merge a weapon into their body. Of course there were many limitations.

"You mean to say that the compass is still in Huo Kun's body?"

"Yes, a special method must be used to force the compass out. It had identified an owner, even if the owner died, it would still remain by the owner's side. This is an associated weapon, the weapon and owner have a deep relationship. That's why they could merge as one. In truth, to audiences, being able to merge with a high quality associated weapon is a benchmark for one's ability.

"Of course, one associated weapon could be merged with one audience. Don't you have a set of guns? You groom them nicely in the future, when both guns have resonance with you, you can comprehend how to merge them into your body, for example your two ball, heh heh..."

Fatty was getting more and more absurd however Su Bai was aware that Fatty did it on purpose. He knew that the compass was still in Huo Kun's corpse and had purposely strayed from the topic. As for his motive, there was no need to mention!

Su Bai immediately ended the call, he than dialed Chu Zhao's number.

"Hello, anything?" Chu Zhao sounded exhausted. He should have just finished getting busy with a case.

"The corpse of a Chinese national black guy, where is he now?"

That was a very obvious sign. It was even very eye catching. Su Bai felt that Huo Kun's corpse would be 'handled' as a heart attack or something like that, that's why he had sought Chu Zhao.

Based on Chu Zhao's reaction, Aroma must have not mentioned what she and Su Bai encountered after they left. Chu Zhao must be still with the investigation team trying to crack the case.

"Why are you interested in this? I'll help you check..." After three minutes, Chu Zhao's voice could be heard. "That black guy who committed suicide by poison? His case had long been revealed, the case would be closed very soon. He couldn't face the pressure of his dark skin as well as discrimination from the society, that's why he took poison to commit suicide. Both his parents had passed away, his corpse was sent by the police to the funeral parlor to be cremated. Yi, such high efficiency." Chu Zhao was baffled. Since when did the station's efficiency be so scary?

Funeral Parlour?

Cremate?

Su Bai's breathing became unstable. He immediately asked, "Which funeral parlor?"