Chapter 18, "The Little Policeman": "Little policeman, you've fallen for worldly desires."...
Jane Dieda, “…”
They're all paper figures now, so how come the fox spirit young master still has a blush on his face? Don't tell him it's the power of love!
Jian Dieda couldn't stand the fox spirit's charming eyes, so he could only pretend not to see them. But Jian Dieda really wanted to ask the fox spirit something. He took out a leather notebook from his pouch on the ground. The cover was for prisoners to use when making confessions.
Zhong Jie's heart skipped a beat.
Little did anyone know, Jian Dieda cleared his throat and read out the first key point of the summary, "Answer the questions the police station asked you: As a local fox spirit, do you regularly go to the veterinary station for vaccinations..."
"……roll!"
Jane was startled and stood up, saying, "Don't worry, it will roll. You can give a statement, and I'll roll around, it's fine."
He then said in a serious tone, "Comrade Fox Fairy, don't misunderstand, it's like this... I wanted to get to know you again." Jane pointed to her hair, "See? I sprayed some mousse."
"Are you here to investigate a case, or to cause trouble?" Zhong Jie knew that Jian Da's visit to him was never for anything good.
"Just to show you how sexy I am." Jane Dieda's sarcasm was inadequate, and his tone sounded too intimate.
Zhong Jie wasn't buying it this time; he suspected that all police officers were like that.
Every time someone dies, the government becomes a suspect. That's how mortals see ghosts, isn't it?
She herself, a fox spirit, was rooted in the grassroots, behaved herself properly, and never committed any immoral acts. On the contrary, this young policeman trespassed into a private residence, which was simply immoral and corrupting.
Bearing the karmic fire of the Buddhist temple, Zhong Jie slowly lowered his face, a pink hue flashing in his eyes.
Why did I take him seriously last time? I already told him that I was wronged, and that I even saved him.
He suspects me...
Having given his heart to the wrong person, Zhong Daxian could no longer bear it. The snow-white spirit behind him, exuding fox-like energy, tore open the paper head, revealing it to be empty. Only nine white tails, dancing wildly against the wall, stood in place of the immortal, soaring into the sky like a giant nine-tailed fox demon about to rush out and devour people.
Jane was dumbfounded, "..."
A male fox spirit possesses a body, a young policeman is corrupted and dies tragically, and the story's absurd ending, with the murderer and accomplice going unpunished, is about to unfold...
At the critical moment, the fox spirit's eyes, which had been charmed once before, suddenly saw the policeman kneeling on his knees with a look of utter submission.
When Zhong Daxian saw the young policeman, who had never seen anything like it before, being so frightened that he burst into tears, a pitiful cry came from his trembling Adam's apple...
The fox spirit was at a loss.
Zhong Jie put aside his business and came to see the person. The two grabbed each other's hands and Zhong Jie said, "Weren't you very bold before? Did you get into trouble with something evil again today? Your spirit is so weak and your soul is so wandering. What happened!"
“Yes…I…I performed an autopsy today…I found something wrong with the deputy director’s body…it might be another murder…” Jian Dieda wasn’t afraid at all. He told Zhong Jie about the suspicious points in the case while stealing a glance at the fox spirit.
Zhong Jie's face darkened, and he immediately spoke with suspicion: "Cao Chunlan?"
Jane Dieda shook her head: "I don't think so."
“Who could it be?” Zhong Jie said.
Jane asked the usual question: "Where were you last night?"
“Of course I’m sleeping in the alley. I don’t have any followers, and with such meager magical power, I can’t possibly get out…” Zhong Jie fell for his trick.
Jane said, "I see."
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The fox spirit young master, whose cough had flared up, suddenly became enraged. He pointed at this big idiot and huffed, "Get out! You mutt, stop loitering here!"
"A mongrel?" Jian Dieda couldn't stand it anymore. "I think you're the Tibetan fox!"
Zhong Jie, whose self-esteem was greatly hurt, misunderstood what the Tibetan fox meant and his expression changed: "What Tibetan fox? So you know another fox who went to Tibet to be an educated youth!"
"..." What the heck! A Tibetan fox?
"Heh...what? Janda, did I hit the nail on the head?"
Jian Dieda was rendered speechless by Zhong Jie's accusations. He could only walk to the wall where Zhong Jie was still standing and try to organize his thoughts. However, ever since the deputy director's body was recovered, the station had been without water.
Nowadays, if the waterworks doesn't call to notify them, they will never be able to take a shower or wash their clothes. Jian Dieda and his colleagues went to the elementary school next door. He went back and forth using cups and kettles to fill up the water, but he only managed to get half a bottle.
He tried to grasp it, but his hand had no strength left. However, Jian Dieda tried to get a little closer to the fox spirit young master this time, and even reached into his pocket.
Foxes don't like interacting with people, and the young fox spirit couldn't stand this humiliation. He angrily threw down a bamboo stick, intending to smash the wide-brimmed hat and tell Jian Dieda to go find another fox spirit and never come looking for him again.
That's what caused Jian Dieda to drop the things he hadn't dared to give away.
Two gifts fell out of Jane's pocket.
The fox spirit lowered her head and took a closer look; it was face cream and lipstick.
Zhong Daxian loves to apply perfume and can draw the lips of paper dolls with lipstick.
Jane Diedda would observe these details, so he brought a gift from a believer to the fox spirit.
The two items were still wrapped in the red silk scarf from the wedding night.
Even with his wide-brimmed hat on, Jane couldn't block out the heat. He bent down to pick up the keepsake, his usually cold and handsome face turning slightly red. His face cream and lipstick seemed like hot potatoes to him.
The smitten Zhong Daxian almost hugged Jian Dieda and kissed him twice. The misunderstanding was cleared up in a second. The fox spirit young master lay down on the wall, and three seconds later, he smirked and hummed:
"Oh, you brought something too. Who's it for?"
"..."
"Young police officer, you've fallen for worldly desires."
Amidst the seductive laughter, Jian Dieda remained silent, a strange feeling creeping over him. That vixen, she truly was a source of trouble…
Jian Dieda even felt like he was coaxing a wild boyfriend. He scratched his hair with one hand and helplessly struck a pose like the Jinggang Mountains meeting, saying, "Okay, here you go. Stop messing around like this. You're the only fox I have, alright?"
Zhong Jie remained silent.
"Seriously, Comrade Fox Fairy, the common people are water, and the police station is soil. Enough said, can you lend me a toilet first? The water's off at work, you don't want me to stink you to death, do you?"
Jane Dieda contaminated the fox spirit's ears with her mouth and the back of her hand.
The gate to the courtyard had no choice but to open.
Jian Dieda immediately squeezed through the door and came in; Zhong Jie couldn't stop him.
In the courtyard.
The hot water by the stove had just boiled, and the kettle spout was spouting water. Jian Dieda came over for a visit, and he rolled up his sleeves and helped fill the kettle with water.
Amidst the steaming white vapor, the weather was unbearably hot. Jian Dieda gulped down a mouthful of lukewarm water, wiped his mouth, and turned the cup upside down.
Under the eaves, there were Pierre Cardin shoes that the fox spirit usually wore when disguised as a mortal, as well as the tank top and briefs that she had hand-rubbed that morning.
Sitting on the small bamboo chair, Jian Dieda deliberately asked, "Comrade Fox Fairy, what's your name?"
Zhong Jie began to ignore it.
Later, the answer was still:
"Zhong Jie" (钟界).
“A good name, isn’t it the boundary of the world? The sound of the Buddhist bell is universal and boundless, which means that the family spirit cultivates for the purpose of compassion and saving people,” Jian Dieda was indulging in his nonsense, trying to get close to Master Zhong. “I’ve inquired about you locally and heard that you’re thirty years old. I don’t think so.”
Zhong Jie spoke up, "How old do I look?"
Jane blew her nose and immediately offended him, "Looks like twenty-nine, not thirty as obviously, still quite young."
Zhong Jie glared at Jian Dieda, picked up a palm-leaf fan to hit him but couldn't bring himself to do it. Being called an "old" virgin for the first time, his pink, pointed tail on the back of his butt popped up again, and he picked up a stool to start a fight.
Jane jumped up.
Even if Zhong Jie chased after him, he couldn't escape.
The cocky young policeman even put the back of his hand to his lips and popped it.
Their every move brought the courtyard to life.
Then, we got back to the main topic.
The young police officer carefully wrote Zhong Jie's name, stroke by stroke.
In his view, the first step in finding a breakthrough in the case was to gain the trust of the witnesses; the two of them needed to talk things over.
Zhong Jie, however, only wanted to keep Jian Dieda in check for the rest of his life.
Actually, the fox spirit master never thought of finding other foxes to be his matchmakers in his life, so why did he have to fall for this one?
Zhong Daxian could only vent his anger with incense. He plunged the incense stick into the rice bowl, then took a set of bowls and chopsticks, two silver coins, and filled a bowl with rice. He lit the end of an incense stick with a lighter, inserted it sideways into the rice, and said:
“I told you to stay away from places like this where there are so many ghosts, but you wouldn’t listen. Foxes are different from humans. We like to live in alleys with heavy yin energy. There are a lot of wandering ghosts in this alley. Once they see someone they knew in their previous life, they will stick to them. If mortals are constantly being sought after by ghosts, they will get sick. If they don’t call back their souls, they will lose their lives.”
"..."
"Fine, to clear my name, I'll summon that deputy director's spirit and let you see if he was bitten to death by a fox, how about that?"
Jian Dieda had only heard that some people knew this trick in the 1980s and 90s, but he had no idea what it meant and couldn't really imagine what a ghost would look like.
In the blink of an eye, the environment in which they solved the case changed.
"Hey, it's cold... Why is there smoke coming from the ground... Is this the legendary carbon dioxide evaporation?!"
Jane Dieda expressed the ignorance of the young atheist by his shivering feet. Before he could finish his rambling, he felt as if he had been hit hard on the forehead, and a sensation like eating an ice-cold watermelon on a sweltering summer day rose in his teeth.
His front teeth and lower front teeth were fighting, his lips looked like they had been drained of their vitality, and his face turned as white as paper.
Zhong Jie shushed him, then stomped his foot to make the thing on the ground come out, and the smoke from the incense stick rose straight up.
Before Jian Dieda could figure out where the chill was coming from, a cloud of black smoke, resembling a mental hallucination, continued to rise from the ground, and Jian Dieda let out a cry of surprise.
For some reason, the fox spirit's heart clenched. She picked up Jian Dieda with one hand as if he were a sack of potatoes, and with the other hand, she pulled him close to her heart and pinched his philtrum hard.
Suddenly, a ghostly bald man dressed as a leader appeared on the table. His ten fingers were bluish-black. As soon as he appeared, he snatched the chopsticks they had set out, which also attracted the attention of the two men.
Jane Dieda exclaimed in horror, "A ghost!"
First came the corpse of Deputy Director Xue, and then, at dusk, a living ghost appeared. The world is vast; even murder mystery games exist.
Zhong Jie asked, "Do you know him?"
“It’s Deputy Director Xue… I just examined his body…” Jian Dieda hid behind Zhong Jie and nodded.
Unfortunately, the ghost who hadn't yet reported to the underworld as the deputy director could only understand human speech and had no cognitive abilities whatsoever. He felt a sense of unfamiliarity with the original owner's face and had no recollection of who Jian Da was.
The ghostly figure's cheeks twitched as it snatched food.
His eyes were wide open, his eye bags hanging down to his mouth, his expression strange and resentful. His dark eyes revealed his hatred, as if he wanted to kill everyone, but he dared not provoke the fox spirit.
Zhong Jie's eyes were narrow as silk. He glanced at the rice bowl with fewer grains of rice and said with a slight frown, "You stole Jian Da's yang energy. I will take away the bowl at the crossroads and let you starve to death."
Deputy Director Xue was so hungry that he could only nod blindly, and a foul stench emanated from his mouth as he swallowed his food.
Unable to get a statement, Jian Dieda pointed to the ghost with a bump on his head and asked, "Doesn't he...recognize anyone at all?"
Zhong Jie nodded to him, "That's how it is for those who die unjustly; they die suddenly and have no memory of their past lives."
The case involves the supernatural, a fox spirit, and has remained unsolved for so long; there must be a deeper, more complex reason behind it. Perhaps even the deceased himself doesn't know how he died.
"Xue Wenhua, it's getting late. Let's finish eating and leave." Zhong Jie distributed the last bit of food from his bowl to the other little ghosts on the ground with his chopsticks. He stubbed out his cigarette with his left hand and said a shooing tone, "I'll advise you one more time: only when you're in the coffin will you have official rank and talent in your next life. Reincarnate as soon as possible."
"Ugh—"
After letting out a burp, Xue Wenhua became disobedient, crawling under the table and yelling. He grabbed the table and started gnawing on it, spewing out leftover food from his bleeding throat and spitting out a mouthful of food and swill that had already passed through his stomach. A piece of rubbery red intestine was pulled out from behind his buttocks.
Jane felt nauseous.
Fortunately, the incense broke off to the left unexpectedly, and the ghost was suppressed by the household deity. A string of black stains appeared on the ground, but this showed that Xue Wenhua chose to stay.
The case from five years ago, combined with this murder that occurred in the outhouse, suddenly became even more bizarre.
Just then, a suona band and firecrackers passed through the alley at the intersection, and a group of people wearing banners seemed to be heading towards the police station.
Zhong Jie glanced sideways at the crack in the door and said, “Listen to the noise outside. Your deputy director will probably be hiding in the alleys lately. People always like to ignore you while you’re alive, but then make a big fuss about you after you die.”
Jane plugged her ears and thought, "That's how it is. The grandeur of funerals is always just for show for the living. Everyone knows that, but it's useless. This bad habit still exists in modern times."
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An hour later, Zhong Jie put the bowl down, and Jian Dieda's condition improved.
Driven by an inexplicable emotional impulse, Zhong Jie pinched his left arm to steady himself after his outburst.
Strictly speaking, this is the first time the fox spirit and the police officer have met face-to-face; they hadn't quite figured out each other's identities in the previous two encounters.
However, Zhong Jie was too embarrassed to say that he had some special feelings for the young policeman. It was because the young policeman had taken away a bit of his yang energy that night, which had scared Jian Diecheng to the point of almost dying the next day.
"Are you feeling better? What do you want to eat or drink? Tell me quickly."
Jian Dieda knew in his heart that he should rub his eyes a few times and pretend to be awake.
He raised his trembling hand and said modestly, "It was my fault for doubting you first. I'll be leaving right away. Just have some water to drink, don't spend any money on me."
Upon hearing this small request, Zhong Jie couldn't comply. He turned into the kitchen on the left side of his own courtyard, opened the pot lid, boiled a pot of water, cracked three eggs, added four or five spoonfuls of brown sugar, and took out a bowl to serve it.
I must say, this bowl of sugar water with three eggs on top smells really good, and it looks so sweet and delicious.
Zhong Jie grabbed a white spoon, placed it on the edge of the bowl to cool it down, then poked open half of a tender egg and fed the young man a mouthful of deep red sugar egg.
Jane Dieda felt a sweet taste on his lips and his throat felt completely warm. He raised his chin and drank it all in one gulp, his saliva flowing freely.
Zhong Jie fed him another half egg. Jian Dieda smacked his lips, not wanting to just drink sugar. He glanced at the water-boiled egg floating in the bowl, still not satisfied.
Zhong Jie hadn't thought much of it beforehand; the way the young policeman looked at the bowl of eggs with such longing didn't seem like someone who had just had their soul called back.
The sequence of events is not right.
After being on tenterhooks for a while, Zhong Jie suddenly noticed something amiss in the relationship between the two. He pinched the young policeman's philtrum in an annoyed tone, "You've been indifferent for a long time, haven't you? Then stop pretending and get up!"
Jian Dieda was pushed away by him, and now he knew things were bad. He could only stand by and wince in pain.
Zhong Jie glared at him, "Still dare to laugh?" At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief that his spirits had improved.
Jian Dieda stopped laughing. He touched his lips; even with his thick skin, he couldn't keep up the act any longer.
"Your eggs are really big."
“It wasn’t you who laid the egg, so what are you so proud of?” Zhong Jie’s words were harsh, but he knew that the man still wanted to eat the egg, so he immediately handed him the bowl and told him to pick up the spoon and drink.
Jian Dieda was clumsy and couldn't hold a spoon, so he covered the bowl with his face and licked the soup clean. It was delicious, and he would come again next time.
Beside him, Zhong Jie inadvertently spotted Jian Dieda licking his lips. The concern that had been on Zhong Jie's face vanished, replaced by an inexplicable... embarrassment. His pants tightened uncomfortably, and a surge of lust rose in his chest, back, and palms.
A note from the author:
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The first dungeon is about to be finished~
The formal defection process is about to begin.
P.S.: Although Jianzi may use a second alias, the first karmic debt between the two has already been sown, and it will never change, even if they've vowed to be together for all eternity.
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