HPDBC Chapter 217 A Beauty from Hell
Chapter 217 A Beauty from Hell
Jiangchuan, White Cat Detective Agency.
"Found it, this is it."
Peng Zhenni took a notebook out of the safe and turned to hand it to Jiang Chaosheng.
Jiang Chaosheng took it, but didn't open it. He just held it in his hand, his gaze fixed on some unknown direction, as if he was thinking about something.
"What's wrong?" Peng Zhenni asked.
Jiang Chaosheng raised his eyes:
"Your grandfather is in danger."
Peng Guanhai did reveal the information about Hell to her, and Hell has already sent assassins to hunt down Peng Zhenni, fulfilling that warning.
So, what about Peng Guanhai himself?
Although it's unclear why Hell is wary of Peng Guanhai, hasn't Peng Guanhai's disclosure of information thoroughly angered Hell?
Hell must be furious, right?
Peng Zhenni's adoration for Jiang Chaosheng had reached an almost blind level.
Her face turned pale instantly: "Then, what should we do? I'll drive there right now."
She turned and ran downstairs, her steps frantic and she almost missed a step.
Jiang Chaosheng followed.
Peng Zhenni had already opened the driver's side door and was frantically searching for the car keys.
Jiang Chaosheng grabbed her wrist and shook his head.
"It's too late."
Peng Zhenni's hand froze in mid-air, her heart sinking: "Grandpa..."
"You're driving too slowly."
Driving...too slow?
Before Peng Zhenni could react, she saw Jiang Chaosheng raise his hand to his chest and whisper two words:
"Old Dragon!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the sky darkened.
Dark clouds surged in from all directions, as if an invisible hand were gathering them together.
Fine rain fell from the sky, landing on my face with a cool sensation.
Peng Zhenni looked up at the sky, her face full of astonishment.
It does rain frequently in Jiangchuan—but this is too much of a coincidence?
It was shut down so easily, like it was being remotely controlled?
Jiang Chaosheng grabbed her arm and leaped into the air.
Peng Zhenni felt her feet lighten, and when she looked down, she saw the ground rapidly moving away from her.
She opened her mouth and let out a sharp scream, the sound ripped apart by the wind.
Deep within the dark clouds, a pitch-black throne slowly emerged.
Jiang Chaosheng sat upright, his right hand resting on the armrest, his posture as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.
The dark clouds carried the throne toward the Third Hospital at an extremely fast speed, yet the ride was so smooth that you couldn't feel a single bump.
Peng Zhenni clutched her wildly beating heart and looked down—it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything clearly, but she knew she was moving, as fast as if she were flying.
She murmured, her voice broken and intermittent by the wind:
"This...this is...a god?"
......
Jiangchuan Third Hospital, single room.
"Uncle Peng, it's time for your injection."
Nurse Sun, on the day shift, pushed a trolley in with a professional smile on her face.
Peng Guanhai lay on the hospital bed, his eyes narrowed to slits, like an old cat basking in the sun, silently watching her.
Nurse Sun took the syringe off the trolley, purging air as she muttered:
"Your granddaughter is so filial; she comes to see you every day."
You'll have to cooperate well with the treatment; this private room isn't cheap, so you need to save her some trouble.
After she finished speaking, she took the syringe and walked towards the hospital bed:
"Come on, stretch out your arms."
Peng Guanhai suddenly threw off the quilt, revealing a peach wood sword lying in the bed.
He grabbed it and stabbed at Nurse Sun in the chest, shouting:
"Amitabha! Jesus, help me!"
"oops!"
Nurse Sun was so frightened that she took two steps back, almost dropping the syringe.
She steadied herself, a hint of anger flashing across her face:
"What are you doing, Uncle Peng!"
Peng Guanhai sneered repeatedly, his gray eyebrows furrowed in a knot:
"You think you can fool me? Maybe in your next life!"
Nurse Sun sighed, looking like she couldn't do anything about it.
"Can you please listen to me for once...?"
"The evil spirits are gone!"
With a loud shout, Peng Guanhai sent the peach wood sword flying from his hand, striking Nurse Sun squarely on the forehead.
"Smack."
The hilt of the sword flicked against her forehead and fell to the ground.
Nurse Sun rubbed her forehead, glanced down at the peach wood sword at her feet, and looked up with a face full of impatience:
"What exactly do you want to do?"
I know you don't like me, ever since you were hospitalized.
"I'll leave after the injection, okay?"
Peng Guanhai's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief:
"You...you were hit by my deadly technique, and you're still alive?"
Nurse Sun rolled her eyes and stepped forward again:
"Stop fooling around."
Peng Guanhai suddenly remembered something, frantically rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a silver cross, and hurled it at her.
"Smack."
It hit him right on the forehead.
"ah!!!"
This shout was completely different from the one before.
It wasn't anger, nor helplessness, but rather—bitter sorrow.
Peng Guanhai's lips slowly curved into a "I knew it" smile:
"I knew it."
Nurse Sun covered her forehead, her fingers clenching so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She lowered her eyes, glanced at the cross on the ground, and her gaze was as cold as ice.
The area where the silver cross was pasted was emitting wisps of black smoke.
A red, cross-shaped mark was embedded in her forehead, its edges charred black, but it was slowly healing at a visible speed.
She slowly raised her head, a slight smile curving her lips:
"How did you find me?"
Peng Guanhai looked at her coldly, speaking slowly and deliberately:
"You are so beautiful."
Nurse Sun slowly lowered her hand from her forehead.
She tilted her head, revealing an almost playful expression, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery:
"Is beauty... also a mistake?"
"Clearly, beautiful women are the most wonderful thing in the world."
"Heh. Good books are never stopped being updated, waiting for you to come and appreciate them." Peng Guanhai scoffed, "Because I am the famous detective White Cat."
His gaze sharpened, like an old beast finally baring its fangs.
"For some reason, you can't just kill me."
But over the years, I have encountered many unexpected events.
I noticed all those car accidents, fires, and explosions and managed to avoid them.
I've noticed that at every accident scene, there's a beautiful woman watching me.
Including the scene of my daughter's death, the scene of my two dogs' deaths, each time, there were different beautiful women present.
I know, all those beautiful women are the same person!
He paused, his gaze growing even sharper.
"I'm suspicious of every beautiful woman in this world who gets close to me. Including my granddaughter."
He stared at Nurse Sun's face, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth:
"You're shameless, always choosing to be with beautiful women."
I can't even imagine how ugly you'll be in hell.
Nurse Sun's pretty face instantly contorted.
You said I'm ugly?!
She let out a sharp shriek, her voice so piercing it almost shattered eardrums.
She grabbed the syringe from the trolley, sprang up like a spring, pounced on the bed, straddled Peng Guanhai, and held the syringe high in the air.
"If you didn't have that mirror, if you didn't have a connection with that master, if it weren't for... my Lord forbids us from direct killing among humankind!"
Her face was very close, her features distorted with anger:
I would have killed you a hundred times over!
Those accidents were all part of my plan; they were just a warning to you!
Peng Guanhai held her hands tightly, his veins bulging, his face flushed red, yet he still managed a smile:
"Scrap!"
I have told you everything I found, sir!
Scared now? Do you know fear now?!
He gritted his teeth, using all his strength to utter each word:
"Awesome! I feel so good my scalp is itching!"
Nurse Sun's gaze grew increasingly sharp as she slowly pressed the syringe down, the needle tip aimed directly at Peng Guanhai's eyes.
"Since he knows I'm protecting him."
A detached voice came from the doorway, neither loud nor soft, but like a bucket of ice water being poured over it.
"You dare to come again?"
Nurse Sun froze and turned her head sharply.
There was a person standing at the door.
Her pupils suddenly contracted: "The manager?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
"boom--"
Gunshots.
The scarlet bullet pierced the air and struck Nurse Sun squarely between the eyebrows.
She felt as if all her bones had been removed; her body swayed, and she fell off the bed and crashed to the ground.
But he didn't die.
She braced herself against the ground and shakily got up, her body twisting unnaturally, her joints making a "crackling" sound.
She raised her head and looked coldly at Jiang Chaosheng, her gaze like two venomous snakes:
"Master, I advise you to stop investigating hell."
You just stay in your position as the supreme god of the human world and mind your own business!
Jiang Chaosheng held the flintlock pistol, the muzzle of which remained completely still.
He examined the "thing" in front of him:
"What exactly is your role in hell?"
Jiang Chaosheng struck a soul that did not belong to Nurse Sun with his flintlock pistol.
The fact that it survived being hit by the flintlock pistol shows that this thing is no small fry in hell.
Nurse Sun's lips slowly parted into a sinister smile.
Her voice became hollow and distant, as if it came from the deepest, deepest part of the earth:
"Greetings, my Lord Satan."
Jiang Chaosheng knew he couldn't get any more information out of him.
He pulled the trigger.
"Bang—"
Before the gunshot rang out, Nurse Sun's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
There was no struggle, no screams, like a lamp that had been blown out.
In just a few seconds, Nurse Sun let out a soft moan, clutched her head, and sat up.
"What's going on...?"
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow:
"They ran away?"
Before the words were finished—
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
It's not just one person's problem; it belongs to many people.
The footsteps were chaotic, some light and some heavy, some slow and some fast, as if someone was walking at different rhythms.
Then, Peng Zhenni let out a scream.
She covered her mouth, her pupils dilated to the limit, her face drained of color, and she seemed to be nailed to the spot.
She stared at both ends of the corridor, her eyes filled with despair.
Jiang Chaosheng turned his head to look.
The corridor was packed with people at both ends.
Do not--
It means "thing".
Their heads twitched unnaturally, one beat after another, like a broken metronome.
Their pupils were shrunk to pinpoints, and their eyes were bloodshot. Some were missing legs and dragged themselves along the ground.
There are men and women, old and young.
None of them were alive.
"W-What should we do?!" Peng Zhenni's voice trembled, and her teeth chattered.
Jiang Chaosheng calmly squatted down, opened his backpack, and pulled out a rusty sickle.
The blade was covered in rust, looking like a piece of junk picked up from some scrap yard.
He tossed his backpack aside and stood up.
A thought crossed my mind.
The rust marks were like ashes scattered by the wind, peeling off piece by piece.
Dense runes appeared on the blade, and a dark light flowed between the patterns, instantly transforming into a giant scythe with a cold silver gleam at the edge.
He watched the things flowing in from both ends of the corridor, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.
excited.
He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast.
Dopamine? Adrenaline? Maybe both.
He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast.
Dopamine secretion? Adrenal hormone secretion?
Perhaps for someone with an emotional disorder, fighting is fun and enjoyable.
This is probably why people with neurotic disorders like myself are mostly antisocial thugs.