Chapter 52: The Case of the Disappearing Bones

Xiao Yu is getting ready to round up some recruits.

It’s unrealistic to have one person search the entire Crematorium.

Besides, the case is so huge that you can’t hog it all to yourself.

In less than thirty minutes, five police vehicles arrived.

Zhao Changshan personally led a team of over twenty detectives to the scene.

The commotion was huge—scaring the entire Crematorium from top to bottom.

Before I got there, I received at least five calls—each caller more intimidating than the last. Eventually, I just turned off my phone and bolted.

With a grave expression, Zhao Changshan said to Xiao Yu, “We’ve really messed things up!”

“Mess up? You mean in stature?”

No, he meant rank!

For Zhao Changshan to mention someone of a higher rank, they’d have to be at the bureau level at the very least.

Or even higher—each one more imposing than the last?

Xiao Yu, just an ordinary guy, couldn’t help but twitch a smile.

Sure, a broad slap could be just six feet away, but I can shift the blame in 0.01 seconds.

So, no worries!

“Everything’s normal,” he added.

Xiao Yu sneered, “Even though it’s a Crematorium, it’s still state-owned.”

Based on my keyboard-warrior knowledge and the street-level insights from cheap literature,

we haven’t just made a mess—we’re practically toying with our careers.

“It’s up to you,” Zhao Changshan said.

Without wasting a word, he patted Xiao Yu on the shoulder.

There’s something admirable about a hotheaded personality once they’re fired up.

“No pressure, no obstacles—let ‘em all go to hell!”

If we crack this case, we shut everyone up and might even earn some merit.

But if nothing turns up…

the consequences… I don’t even want to think about it!

“Alright!” Xiao Yu nodded firmly.

Even the boss goes shirtless and takes the hit while the underlings do the dirty work.

Over twenty detectives combed every inch of the Crematorium.

Yet, after an entire afternoon, they found nothing.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the calm Xiao Yu with mixed expressions.

“Hey kid, you’re not trying to set us all up, are you?” someone asked.

Do you know that if we come up empty, we’re all in deep trouble?!

At one point, Zhao Changshan grew anxious too.

But being brash doesn’t mean you lack brainpower.

A clueless guy wouldn’t make a good leader anyway.

Seeing Xiao Yu’s calm expression, Zhao Changshan’s anxiety quickly subsided.

“So, kid, you’ve got a plan?”

You guessed it—Xiao Yu did have a plan.

It was just that he wasn’t too keen on resorting to it.

“Can we request a police dog?” Xiao Yu asked.

“Too urgent—it takes three to five days,” Zhao Changshan replied with a shake of his head.

Some places have special training centers for police dogs.

But Bincheng doesn’t, so we’d need to call in from another city.

Three to five days?

By then, the opportunity would have cooled off!

“Then get some pig bones,” Xiao Yu suggested.

Everyone: “???”

Despite the barrage of questions, one detective drove off and soon returned with a couple of pig femurs.

Wangdie’s Nose… Activate!

Xiao Yu put on a show, glancing at them before casually tossing them aside.

He wouldn’t expose the special abilities granted by the system—he’s no fool.

But since even his team couldn’t find anything, he had to act himself.

Why pig bones?

Xiao Yu suspected the Crematorium had swapped ashes with pig bones.

Where the bodies were hidden, there’d surely be pig bones.

The detectives resumed their search, gearing up for a third sweep.

Zhao Changshan, with a strange expression, shadowed Xiao Yu closely.

They were veteran inspectors, after all.

If Xiao Yu was asking for pig bones, there had to be a purpose.

They just couldn’t figure it out initially.

Soon enough, the plan became clear.

First, the two reached the parking lot where the vehicles transporting bodies were kept.

Coincidentally, two vehicles were parked there, each loaded with an iron coffin.

They hopped into a car, put on gloves, and Xiao Yu opened the first iron coffin—only to find it completely empty.

Yet, his ‘Wangdie’s Nose’ hinted at something.

That very coffin had recently housed pig bones!

This confirmed his line of reasoning.

Opening the coffin from the second vehicle, Xiao Yu’s eyes lit up.

He discovered a small piece of… meat scrap!

Seeing Xiao Yu freeze in shock, Zhao Changshan came over to take a closer look.

“Huh?”

He paused, stunned by the tiny, nail-sized scrap of meat.

It wasn’t human flesh!

As an experienced detective, Zhao Changshan still had a keen eye for detail.

Besides, bodies sent to the Crematorium wouldn’t be fresh!

Yet, this piece of meat scrap was shockingly fresh!

Then a sudden realization hit him—Xiao Yu’s pig bone request wasn’t random.

Could it be…

“They used pig bones to swap the bodies,” he inferred.

Xiao Yu examined the scrap and said, “And then burn the pig bones into ashes for the families. This clue checks out!”

Cracking the case requires both clues and solid evidence.

Otherwise, your words mean nothing!

Zhao Changshan let out a long sigh of relief.

With that pressure off, he finally felt at ease.

Soon, he’d be the one demanding an explanation: “Explain why a coffin meant for transporting bodies contains pig meat scrap!”

Don’t tell me you’re taking a coffin full of bodies home to eat pig meat!

Do you honestly buy that after you said it yourself?

Immediately, Zhao Changshan called over two detectives.

They secured the evidence at the scene and called in a coroner.

“First, get everyone at the Crematorium under control—this isn’t over yet.”

Sniffing slightly, Xiao Yu rose to his feet, his eyes turning cold as he pointed in a direction. “It’s time to uncover where they hid the stuff!”

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PS: Dear readers, please don’t rush me—this little brother is about to cry.

I managed to update 52 chapters in just seven days, which shouldn’t be considered too slow.

Writing a case file isn’t easy—a rushed effort just turns out half-baked.

Please cut this humble, trembling author some slack. Thanks a million!