I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 340 The Difference Between Human Flesh and Mutton_1

Chapter 340: Chapter 340 The Difference Between Human Flesh and Mutton_1

Zhang Zifeng and his two colleagues shook their heads with bitter smiles, One of them said to Sun Mingyu, "Kid, you’re just too dedicated. You’ve just started your career as a criminal police officer, take good care of your health."

Another colleague waved at Sun Mingyu and said, "Come over and have something to eat, if you wait until it gets crowded, you’ll have to wait a long time even if you want to eat."

After a moment of thought, Sun Mingyu still walked over to the trio.

He ordered a bowl of mutton noodles and sat next to Zhang Zifeng before turning to ask Old Yang, who was cooking the noodles, "Old Yang, is this mutton freshly slaughtered, or is it delivered?"

Yang turned around with a simple smile and said, "My sheep are raised by my own family. My two sons herd the sheep in the suburbs and slaughter whatever is needed, then drive it over."

Sun Mingyu nodded and then asked, "What do you think the difference is between mutton and human flesh?"

"Pfft!"

Zhang Zifeng was drinking soup and ended up spraying it all over the face of his colleague across from him.

While wiping his mouth with a napkin, he complained to Sun Mingyu, "I say, Mingyu, have you become obsessed with your thoughts?"

Before Sun Mingyu could start explaining, Old Yang said earnestly, "I’ve never eaten human flesh, but mutton has a strong gamey smell, every sheep has it, and it must be masked with spices, otherwise you can smell it from tens of meters away. I remember when I first started this shop, my skills weren’t very good, and the mutton had a strong gamey smell. Residents nearby often came to complain. It was only after I specially sought advice from a master that I managed to improve this."

Sun Mingyu nodded and at this point, Old Yang also brought over a large bowl of mutton noodles, Sun Mingyu glanced down at it, then deliberately picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks and smelled it near his nose.

Zhang Zifeng, being a graduate of a prestigious university, immediately frowned and asked, "Mingyu, you don’t suspect that the body was chopped up to make soup, do you?"

Hearing this, the two detectives who were eating heartily stopped abruptly, putting down their chopsticks and looking up at Zhang Zifeng and Sun Mingyu.

Sun Mingyu nodded, "I think it’s possible."

Zhang Zifeng promptly took out his phone and dialed Zong Wangyue’s number.

Ever since your supernatural detective society started cooperating with the criminal police squad, the interactions between the two have been growing more frequent.

And Zong Wangyue’s intelligence has played a crucial role in many aspects. Through regular interactions with Zong Wangyue, Zhang Zifeng discovered that Zong Wangyue’s database was even larger than the police’s information repository.

"Zongzi, where are you?"

At this moment, Zong Wangyue was lying comfortably on the couch at home, resting on a pair of tender white legs, reclining and with a graceful posture. The delicate Qiu Ju was cleaning Zong Wangyue’s ears with a cotton swab, doing so carefully and gently.

"Oh~~hiss, hiss, oh~~"

Zong Wangyue made a distinctly sleazy sound.

Although he felt like hitting someone out of frustration, Zhang Zifeng still grudgingly added, "Zongzi, speak up! Or do you believe I won’t lock you up for twenty-four hours for spreading lewd information?"

"Hehehe..." First came a sleazy chuckle, then Zong Wangyue finally spoke, "Ah, Officer Zhang, if we really have to talk about it, shouldn’t it be you who’s disturbing my private life? What does what I do behind closed doors with my two wives has to do with you?"

"Damn!"

Zhang Zifeng cursed immediately. Anyone who knew Zong Wangyue was aware that this guy was living the life, legitimately running a two-timer! What made many people furious was that not only were the two sisters twins, sweet and tempting in looks and graceful in bearing, but what was even more unacceptable was that they were willingly subservient, completely devoted, and the three of them got along in a way that made people envious, jealous, and hateful.

As a singleton, Zhang Zifeng cursed under his breath and asked, "I’ve encountered a rather tricky issue here and I was hoping you could lend me a hand."

"What’s the problem?"

"How many mutton shops are there in the South City Riverside District? I need their exact addresses now."

"Whoa, if you’re investigating mutton shops, please don’t tell me there are bodies going missing in the city now?"

"Huh? You’ve guessed it too?"

"What guess? Among the livestock we usually eat, mutton is the closest to human flesh. My boss just reminded us this morning, said that the atmosphere in the city has been a bit eerie lately. He told us not to go out at night for the time being and to avoid eating mutton."

"Speaking of eerie atmospheres, you have no idea the difficulties we police officers are facing." Zhang Zifeng sighed deeply, "I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re having problems everywhere. We’ve stumbled upon all sorts of chaotic cases, and it’s not just the detective team that’s overwhelmed—even the regular police officers are working overtime and can’t handle it all."

"I heard there’s been some sort of disturbance down there, but the military has already been sent in to suppress it."

"Ah? The military?"

"Oh, sorry, I said something you don’t understand. Anyway, just be careful out there." Then Zong Wangyue thought for a moment and added, "Investigating shop by shop is too much hassle. My boss should be in Bingjiang right now, why don’t you give him a call? With him there, things will be much easier to handle."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zifeng immediately hung up and redialed your phone number.

At this moment, you were crouching at an old book stall, picking through the yellowed pages of ancient tomes.

For those who enjoy reading, finding an out-of-print old book is like panning for gold in a river; stumbling upon a rare volume is a stroke of luck.

You had already read all the relevant material in the Jiangzhe University Library and had it etched in your memory; of course, by "read," I mean books related to the occult. As for everything else, you couldn’t muster the slightest interest.

While chatting with the librarian this morning, he mentioned that there was an old book market in South City. So, like most college students, you skipped afternoon classes and drove all the way there.

"Hm?"

While selecting old books at the stall, you suddenly spotted a hand-bound book.

Its cover was yellow, with nothing on it but the title—three characters long—"Qing Ge Yin."

Without a second thought, you leaned over and reached out.

As your hand grasped the book, another delicate hand, as smooth as warm jade, reached out as well, touching yours just before or after.

The instant that hand touched your fingers, both you and she experienced a jolt through your bodies!

It was a sensation that seemed to emanate from the deepest part of the soul, and so far, you had only felt it with two other people: Zhao’er and Wu Qiyi.

Both of you withdrew your hands at the same time and turned to look at each other.

"Huh? Crazy woman!?"

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